Overpowered Sword Chapter 139

Level up with swords (139)

“It’s been a while, daughter of the Wolf King.”

While fumbling with Shamshir’s blade in his hand, Zahar spoke first in a fierce voice.

Is it because a duel is about to happen?

The already low-pitched voice oozes murderousness and spreads into a growling feel. The blade that touched that voice also trembled and seemed to be looking forward to the blood that it would soon taste.

On the contrary, the other person was expressionless and even calm.

‘They are the beast people.’

When Leon saw her, he reflexively used the ‘Eye Method’.

It was the first time I had ever seen a beastman tribe.

Looking at her face alone, she was a neat and elegant beauty, but unlike a human, the animal ears sticking out of her hair proved that she was not a human but a beastman.

Both legs were covered with fluffy fur, like that of a wolf or dog, from the knees down, and a charming tail was sticking out of the round hole in the pants.

Feet also didn’t need shoes.

Her feet, with their thick leather, black fur, and thick, sharp claws, seemed stronger than the metal shoes.

“Jahar, has it been five years since you and I fought?”

The representative of the beastman tribe soon opened his mouth and asked again.

“No, about four years and eight months to be exact.”

Jahar’s eyes flashed as he answered that way.

“I looked forward to fighting you again many times, but as luck would have it, we have not met until today.”

“Me too. “Because I couldn’t accept that day’s outcome, a draw.”

“Hehehe! Okay, the wait will be worth it.”

Perhaps the two men still had unfinished business ahead of them, and they were burning with the will to win without any need to exchange provocations.

Jahar took his eyes off her and looked away for a moment.

‘Hmm, is that an inductee from the guild?’

Coincidentally, I made eye contact with Leon, who was looking down from the watchtower.

I could tell from that momentary exchange.

Just as Leon gauged his capabilities, Jahar also saw that Leon was a strong man who did not fit his appearance.

The aura that had flowed into Shamshir without my knowledge wriggled.

‘It’s strong. ‘It would be impossible to break even one piece.’

Jahar sent a signal with a predetermined gesture, conveying his intention to remain unmoved to his subordinates.

As long as you are a member of the guild’s elite, ranked A, you must not break the rules. Zahar looked at them with deeply sunken eyes, saying that even if he died, he must not move.

And then I thought again.

Do you regret not being able to use fouls?

“under!”

That couldn’t have been possible.

I was even prepared to give up my pride due to the situation of my tribe being pushed to the edge of a cliff, but I wanted to compete fairly against the old enemy in front of me.

In a way, that became possible thanks to that inductee.

‘I’d like to express my gratitude, unknown adventurer.’

After bowing once toward the watchtower, Zahar moved to the right end of the duel arena.

The representative of the beastman tribe also moved to the left end of the duel arena.

The gap is roughly 30 meters.

If both sides were expert level, it was possible to clash within 1 to 2 seconds. Understanding that preparations for the duel were all over, the leader of the beastman tribe looked back at the watchtower and shouted.

“I am Hati, daughter of Varg, lord of the steppes and king of the Fenrir people! “I swear before the moon and the goddess that I will fight this duel fairly for the right to pasture!”

Then Jahar also raised his voice as if he was roaring.

“I am Zahar, the blade of the Bedouin tribe and the third rank of the Beyrik warriors! “I swear before the goddess Sun that I will fight this duel fairly for the right to pasture!”

Their story ended with them declaring their oath.

From now on, they would just fight until one of them fell, and everyone’s eyes were focused on the watchtower.

Now it is the inductee’s turn.

Leon didn’t hesitate any longer and raised his right hand.

“–start!”

It was right after that.

Kaaaaang!

The wind tore apart with a sharp sound in the very center of the duel arena, leaving ugly knife marks on the ground.

The audience murmured at the unknown situation, and only those who ‘saw’ expressed admiration at the rapid unity.

So did Leon.

‘Quick!’

Jahar and Hathi.

Almost simultaneously, the two emitted auras like blades from Shamshir and their claws, canceling them out at the halfway point.

In order to clash like before, only one side cannot be faster.

Since both were warriors based on pleasure, they read the slashes the other would fire and clashed. A battle between pleasure and pleasure. If so, the development is bound to be obvious yet interesting.

because.

Kakakakakakang!

Competing to see who is faster has been a pastime that has not gone away for a single generation, from prehistoric times to today!

“Fast, fast! “I can’t even see it!”

“You can’t even see the motion of swinging the sword… !”

“That beastman girl is amazing too! “You catch up with it with your kicks!”

“Is it wind pressure? Or did you use an auror?”

Even the audience who couldn’t see anything were talking excitedly, and those who could see a little were so focused that their eyeballs were going to pop out.

It is a duel of masters that is difficult to see even once in 10 years.

If I wasted that opportunity as a warrior, I would have nothing to say even if I had to bite my tongue and die the next day.

‘Not yet.’

And only a few people, including Leon, noticed.

‘Neither side has full power. ‘We’re on a standard track, gradually increasing speed.’

In a word, the cutting wind currently blowing in the center of the duel arena is ultimately nothing more than a search war.

How many people have you met in 5 years?

How far your sword and claws can reach.

The two great warriors were assessing it.

Kaang!

The stalemate did not last long.

Someone noticed the change first and shouted loudly.

“W-are you getting closer?! Fighting at that speed!”

It’s not that it wasn’t, it was just as he said.

Jahar and Hathi.

Every time we hit each other with several attacks, we took steps as if we had planned each other. The gap narrows by exactly two steps. The movement of the sword and claws increases by half a beat, and the force of the cutting wind also increases in strength and speed.

Kagagak!

Finally, the harsh wind that was not completely offset scratched the wooden fence, scattering dozens of fragments and raising dust.

It starts from here.

Jahar’s blade, which had been pushed in full force, left an afterimage, and the air pulled in by Hati’s kick was distorted. It went beyond the stage of matching and returned to the realm of dueling, not sparring, to defeat the opponent.

As the deadly wind blew loudly, even the audience swallowed their dry saliva as they read the current.

Kaaaang!

A ray of sharp wind flew out and cut Jahar’s left earlobe.

Kaaaang!

As if in response, the blowing wind carved a long scratch on Hati’s right shoulder.

Before we knew it, the gap between the two had narrowed to 10 meters.

A gap that can be skipped with just one step.

Nevertheless, the two warriors did not make a large leap, but bided their time by striking brilliantly at each other.

9 meters, 7 meters, 5 meters.

When we finally left a gap of 3 meters.

hook.

The sharp wind that swirled like turbulence suddenly lost its strength.

This was because the movement of the two warriors suddenly stopped.

The audience murmured at the incomprehensible development, but Jahar spoke regardless of the atmosphere.

“Is this enough for the warm-up? “If you need an excuse for losing, I can hang out with you a little more.”

Hati responded, showing her fangs between her lips.

“Who can say anything? “The only chance to back off is now, Jahar.”

“Even though you are the only one with a tail.”

“under! Let’s test who will wag their tail!”

With ferocious smiles on their lips, Jahar and Hati’s bodies began to run wild with murderous intent.

Life and death struggle.

The dance of death where even one mistake can result in loss of life.

As if what had been shown so far was nothing more than a taste, the two warriors moved at terrifying speed. Jahar’s sword burns bright red, and blue thunderbolts splash around Hati’s body.

The aura attribute began to develop.

[Is the guy ‘ten’ and the wolf girl ‘lightning’? It’s a rare attribute in many ways, but I never thought the beastmen would be born with it.]

With El Cid’s exclamation, Hati stretched out his right foot.

Crumbling!

From time immemorial, lightning has been a symbol of God.

The reason was very simple.

Because he was fast and strong.

With unfathomable speed, it has the power to shatter and burn even large trees in one blow! The lightning striking from above the clouds could only be explained as the power of God.

The deafening sound of thunder also made me imagine the Absolute looking down on the insignificant creatures.

Wow!

A missed kick cuts through the ground and shakes the earth.

The back of Zahar’s sword pushed his ankle from the side, causing him to deviate from his aim, causing the ground, not his head, to explode.

It was a horrifying power.

However, Jahar did not lag behind in speed.

Throw in!

From 0 to 1.

His blade, which accelerated rapidly from a standstill, made no sound and went straight into Hati’s neck with a loud bang.

“joy!”

Hati snorted briefly, turned her body halfway, and aimed at the back of his hand with the heel of her right foot.

If you hit it, your wrist will be crushed.

As Shamshir’s blade retreated, the kick split the air. One step forward, one step back. Blocks one attack with one attack, and continues the attack while blocking.

A chain of attacks that would be difficult for even a drone of the same class to react to.

It was a shame because they were both warriors who specialized in speed, otherwise the match would have been won in less than 10 seconds.

Pow!

The kick pierced the left side of Zahar’s head and the shock wave blew away his tattered left ear.

Jahar advanced regardless and extended his sword.

Fit!

The blade aimed at the temple left a long mark on the cheek and severed several strands of jet black hair.

Basically, among drones of the same class, the defender has an advantage over the attacker. This was because defense completed within one’s own range was faster and more accurate than an attack that had to reach the enemy from oneself.

But the fight between the two was going beyond logic.

The attack speed was so fast that if you waited for the attack to see it and then reacted, it would be half a beat late.

‘It’s a battle of numbers.’

Leon, who was following the sum with 〈Anbeop〉, realized something.

The essence of pleasure is ultimately to control the future. The goal is to get ahead of the opponent faster, but if the speeds are equal, the game is decided by who can see further ahead.

[Well, to be exact, they are not equal.]

El Cid said.

[The wolf girl is accelerating all of her movements sequentially, but the guy is only momentarily increasing his output when he swings his sword once. This is because, unlike ‘lightning,’ ‘heat’ does not have a very free acceleration method.]

‘It seems like they are pushing forward by spraying in the reverse direction… .’

[I saw it well. So changing direction is difficult, and it is impossible to deviate from the path once decided. If you forcefully turn the knife, Shamshir will break due to the repulsion force.]

The degree of freedom of movement is different.

If Zahar had 10 attack trajectories in a certain situation, Hathi had at least 50 options.

Of course, it may not be possible to fully utilize that advantage due to ingrained habits or efficiency, but the fact that it is overwhelmingly advantageous in a water fight does not change.

“hot!”

Hati’s kick narrowly missed Zahar, creating a large hole in the ground once again. This time it was an accurate parry, but unlike before, the skin that had been grazed became red and swollen.

Thirteen.

Although there were less than five people who could see it, the balance of victory was gradually tilting.

There was no way Jahar wouldn’t recognize that.

“Hwaaaaaap!”

Shamshir, who suddenly became explosively fast, hacked the air several times in an attempt to open a gap. A hit that would turn a person into minced meat if they got caught!

However, Hathi jumped backwards a half beat ahead, and the gap between the two widened to about 15 meters again.

It was a temporary lull.

“Hehehe, I can’t believe I was pushed.”

I only missed a few kicks, but my bones felt numb and a bluish bruise appeared behind my torn clothes.

Although he himself has become much stronger than 5 years ago, his opponent is even stronger.

If things continue like this, there is no chance of winning.

Zahar, who decided to admit his inferiority, took the initiative.

“Go, daughter of the Wolf King! “Accept my five intentions!”

There is a big difference between humans and beastmen.

Bone strength, muscle performance.

If we put it all together and say physical strength, the numerical gap is more than two to three times greater.

A head-to-head match based on physical strength was suicidal.

“I will put everything I have into this secret sword!”

Jahar’s entire body was engulfed in a red aura, and he felt as if his life was burning.

No, it may not be an illusion.

‘Heat’ is the most fundamental force of living things.

If he could draw strength by dropping his body temperature, he would be able to draw out more power than usual.

Whioooooooo!

Shamshir dances.

Abandon elegance and just be fierce and rough. Like a crazy wind, the exposed blade turned into a storm and began to pull the desert sand wind in like a part of its own body.

Build, build, and build again.

In the sand wind that everyone who lives in the desert reveres, a blade made of aura is superimposed within it. The slash itself is built like a storm wall, crushing and tearing the opponent to pieces!

Zahar named the big sword “Khamsin.”

“Tear apart, desert storm!”

When he swung his blade one last time, a whirlwind of slashes that seemed as if they were about to explode rushed towards Hati.

Destructive power that is enough to turn a hundred heavy infantry into rags.

Against him, Hathi… … .

“In that case, I too will fight back with the vision of the Fenrir people.”

For the first time, he put his hands down on the ground and assumed a quadrupedal posture like an animal.