Overpowered Sword Chapter 152

Level up with swords (152)

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Just a few minutes after the duel between the two began, the tribal leaders expressed their sentiments in heavy silence.

They had known each other for at least a few years or as long as several decades. I knew well how terrifying the Bulls’ ax attack that activated <Fury> was, how quick and fierce it was.

Crushes the sandworm’s huge head in one blow.

The troll is cut in half and dies without even having time to use its regenerative powers.

Even an ogre can only withstand it for a short time, but if you swing it ten or twenty times, it will turn you into minced meat.

however.

“Wow, that’s amazing?”

Alice admired, twitching her long rabbit ears.

The special ability of the Lepus tribe is ‘extra sense’.

The body vision, which was maximized several times, caught up with Karen’s fast movements by a narrow margin.

“Not only is it incredibly fast, but its movements are delicate. He got on top of the Bulls’ Ax and never came down to the ground. “Maybe I will fail three out of ten times?”

“Isn’t Lady Hathi so confident for no reason?”

“Besides, that female is the vanguard. “The king’s brother-in-law will be the strongest, so I’ll have to prepare for one more loss in the main battle.”

Stendhal, the chief of the Centaurs, clicked his tongue and spoke.

“Damn, at that speed it won’t even pass my window. “It doesn’t matter if the Bulls get a kick out of it, but it wouldn’t have made much of a difference if I had been the opponent.”

“Don’t fret, Stendhal.”

The Naga chief, Nagini, tapped the ground with his tail a few times as if comforting a young boy.

“You are the youngest among the tribal leaders in this grassland. “You can become stronger.”

“Hmm, is that really true?”

“Of course. “This Nagini will guarantee it.”

The warm atmosphere of the two old and young people’s well-wishers was shattered by a third person who intruded into the conversation.

“Khaat! “That’s ridiculous!”

The Huracan snarled in a mocking manner, baring its fangs and distorting the space around it with a single move.

The peak of the Tigris tribe.

If we rank the strength of each individual even within the steppe, the tribe that can be said to be the strongest by far is the tiger beasts, the Tigris. Even in the natural world, there is no fight except for lions and bears, and the king of the mountains reigns without forming a group.

Huracan was a monster who subjugated the entire Tigris tribe, who were born with that habit and did not live in groups, by force and made them follow him with his overwhelming charisma.

Only Varg could treat him poorly, and only Varg could command him.

“If getting older just makes you stronger, that old woman, Nagini, would be stronger than me. But isn’t that true? If you’re going to balk at what I’m saying, bite your tongue right now. And pray that you can be reborn as a dragon. It will definitely be faster that way! Haha!”

Stendhal trembled at the insulting language, but did not fall for the provocation.

No, it would be more accurate to say that I couldn’t do it.

In fact, Huracan’s rude words and behavior have made many enemies, but no one has survived after attacking him. It is the law of the prairie that the strong reign. In this position, the strong player was Huracan, not Stendhal.

‘You’re old too. ‘Has it come from old age?’

Without giving Stendhal even a glance, Huracan glanced at Nagini from the corner of his eye and let out a deep sigh.

About 30 years ago, he would have been an opponent worthy of a life-or-death struggle, but I guess he was the only one who recognized the true nature of those ‘guests’. Huracan’s sharply opened pupils scanned Leon and the others.

There’s one thing you can’t win.

There is one thing that is boiling.

There is one thing that is not compatible.

‘… Good. I like it very much.’

You will be satisfied no matter which of the three you deal with.

It’s okay to die, it’s okay to die.

An evil smile overflowed from the corner of Huracan’s mouth.

Returning from the audience to the duel arena, Bulls, who had been toyed with by Karen, managed to regain his senses. When <Fury> was activated, the blood rushed to the head, but the sight of Karen riding on the ax blade was even more horrifying.

Instinct spoke.

-You can’t win.

Pride said.

-I can not admit it!

Clumping.

As the grip on the ax becomes stronger, thick veins protrude from the back of the hand, revealing a bumpy surface.

If the power doesn’t work, it’s just that you don’t have enough power.

The Bulls, who concluded with a simple and ignorant way of thinking, made the blood boil even more violently.

“■■■■■■■■――!!”

Raise the power to the limit of <Fury>.

The muscle fibers could not withstand the pressure of swelling, causing bleeding on the skin, but Bulls, who was already covered up to his eyes, did not care about the pain.

Stronger, faster.

He throws away reason and instinct and returns to being a beast, thinking only about tearing his opponent to pieces with his double axes.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

The wind pressure is torn and scattered by repeated ax blows, creating an ear-piercing noise that swirls everywhere.

Even Karen couldn’t get on the ax blade anymore.

It comes down to the ground with agile movements and widens the distance by dodging several consecutive attacks in a low posture like a leopard. It is said that moving forward is faster than retreating, but if the speed difference is enormous, it is a different story.

“Hmm. Your strength is better than mine, but your speed is a little lower? “Most A-rank people wouldn’t be able to last even a few minutes before they would be beaten to death.”

Nevertheless, Karen was not afraid at all.

There was no need to even be nervous.

Even my bones would be shattered if I brushed against them even once, but I was confident that I could avoid even grazing them.

“The trajectory is too simple and obvious. This ax attack may be a fighting technique, but it is not a martial art.”

When I saw Hati and Barg, I was nervous that martial arts like <Cheonrang> would show up, but in many ways, I was disappointed.

I see the whirlpool of the ax approaching with furious force.

The audience was amazed at the majesty and force, but Karen found six gaps in the whirlpool in just a few seconds. You can finish this without even needing to use shadows.

To avoid the stigma of winning with an artifact, Karen grabbed three daggers that were previously tied to her waist.

and.

Jet black dance

Three shadows emerged from each of Karen’s palms.

Projection type 1

The emergence of poisonous snakes

Six shadow strings caught the tails of the daggers, and eventually they were launched in a zigzag motion along with the throw.

The ejection of a shadow with a throwing dagger as its head.

The image indeed looked like six snakes rushing at each other.

Six black snakes rushed towards the whirlpool created by the double axes. That reckless charge looked like hitting a rock with an egg to anyone’s eyes.

Pew pew pew pew pew pew!

It pierced through the whirlpool like nothing else and pierced the body of Bulls, who was swinging his double axes at random.

Two hit the left and right collarbones.

Two cuts hit the left and right femurs.

The last two cuts tore the ligaments in both wrists.

No matter how strong you are, you can’t even swing an ax with your wrist ligaments torn and your collarbone broken. The two battle axes that escaped from his grasp flew to the outer wall of the duel arena and crashed.

Quang! Toukwaang!

The power of the vibrations spreads all the way to the stands!

There was no need to further explain the power contained in the Bulls’ axe, as it was just a miss rather than a throw.

The winner and loser of this duel was also like that.

“The duel is over!”

Varg stood up from the head of the table and declared in a loud voice.

“This duel is the victory of Hati’s adventurer, Karen!”

At the same time, waaaaah! from the audience. The applause was so loud that it made my ears tingle.

Strong self-respect is the law of the grassland that lives by the might of the jungle.

On the surface, the Bulls seemed stronger than Karen, so her landslide victory was more impressive than expected. Only the tribal leaders, who had noticed the gap between the two in advance, gave her a brief applause with a calm expression.

Leon welcomed Karen, who returned without breaking a sweat, and summarized the duel in one sentence.

‘It wasn’t even a fight.’

[It’s natural.]

El Cid said.

[Martial arts is basically for the weak to defeat the strong. There is no way that the beastmen, who, unlike humans, are strong enough to survive in the midst of monsters, would devise and train martial arts.]

‘but… If you practice martial arts, won’t you become stronger?’

[That’s another difference between the beast people and humans. Unlike humans who do not know how to comply with the laws of nature, the beast people instinctively refrain from doing anything that goes against the laws of nature. That’s probably why I don’t try ‘things that don’t need to be done.’]

Only then did Leon understand his explanation.

‘No, but Hatina Beast King trained again, right?’

[I overcame instinct through will, it is not a given. When Doggo was alive, it was a world where it was difficult for even the beastmen to survive without martial arts, so there were quite a few beastmen other than the Fenrir tribe who tried to learn martial arts.]

While I was convinced that that was so, the next turn came.

The one who walked out from the other side was a bear beast with dark brown fur, two spans taller than Bulls, who was already huge.

Totuga.

He gave a request to Huracan before heading to the battlefield.

“The strongest person on Lady Hathi’s side is probably the male the king said was a classmate. Then the only person I can deal with is you. “I will take on the other one, so please make sure to win.”

“hmm.”

“I take it you accepted.”

Behind Totuga, who was heading towards the battlefield with a calm expression, Huracan, who heard the message, muttered with a subtle look on his face.

“Well, that’s not good.”

Squall, who heard him muttering to himself, asked back.

“What do you mean it’s not good?”

“You will know when you see it. Well, it would have been the same no matter who left.”

Huracan giggled as he anticipated the outcome of the second duel.

Squall looked dissatisfied with Anhamuin’s attitude, but he couldn’t really get annoyed at Huracan.

It was right after that.

Totuga entered the duel arena and took action.

His weapon is War-Hammer.

It was a blunt instrument with a hammer head similar to, or possibly larger than, the upper body of an adult male. A sledgehammer with the might of the Urus tribe would be able to destroy the walls of most fortresses.

“Come out—!”

The hammer Totuga held in his right hand pointed at a person.

Of course it wasn’t Karen.

It wasn’t Hati, let alone Leon.

The person he nominated as his second duel opponent was Ellahan.

“… “Woohuhu, that’s an unexpected place name.”

As Ellahan smiled kindly and got up from his seat, Hati unknowingly hid behind Leon.

I could tell with the instinct of a beast.

That’s not kind, it’s murderous intent!

“great. “I will deal with you.”

Ellahan, wearing a monastic attire without a sash or armor, walked into the middle of the clearing.

Since she was unarmed and just a beautiful and devout monk, the audience began to criticize Totuga’s actions in appointing Ellahan.

Choosing a weak opponent or avoiding a strong opponent.

Totuga silently accepted the criticism.

“Female who follows God.”

A low, ringing voice characteristic of a bear beast came out.

“Arm yourself. “I may not be the one to appoint you, but you won’t be able to handle my hammer unarmed.”

“Hehe, you are really kind.”

Ellahan smiled faintly at those words.

And raised both hands.

Roll up from the little finger to the index finger, and bend the thumb to close the four fingers.

Thanks to the overflowing holy power, there were no ugly wounds, but because it had been broken and broken several times, the thick joints and thick calluses made the fists a little bigger.

Raise both fists to shoulder height and aim.

It was an attitude that anyone could recognize the intention.

“… Are you looking down on me?”

Totuga’s voice, distorted with gentle anger, rang menacingly, but Ellahan answered with a smile on his face.

“I didn’t look down on him. “I just thought two fists were enough.”

It was a fact without a single lie.

However, Totuga’s eyes filled with fury as he could not have known that, and Barg, who read the momentum of the imminent attack, shouted.

“start!”

Before Varg’s voice could be heard, Totuga rushed towards Ellahan as if it were smashing the ground.

He held the warhammer with both hands and raised it above his head.

“With that arrogance—! Get crushed–!!”

He struck down with all his might along with Noseong.

The difference in body size between the two is close to 2 meters. Naturally, Totuga’s attack had no choice but to strike from top to bottom, which was the most powerful way to use blunt weapons.

Just like a woodcutter chops firewood by striking down an axe.

Like a blacksmith striking a sword with his hammer.

The attack he made was definitely right.

“… “It’s arrogance.”

Ellahan took a step forward.

“I will teach you who the arrogant person was.”

Using her feet firmly planted on the ground as support, one of her fists rose up like a lightning bolt.

A warhammer weighing over 50 kg and a girl’s fist.

Two weapons clashed with very different, seemingly obvious results.

――――――――――――!!

Roaring sound.

With a roar that could not even be expressed in onomatopoeia, the person who was pushed back by the clash of forces flew back several meters.

Height: 3 meters and 52 centimeters.

Weight, more than 500 kg.

The warhammer wielded by the leader of the Urs tribe, which could blow up a tank with just one hit, was cruelly pushed away by the fist of a girl who was less than half the size.

“… … … .”

“… … … .”

“… … … .”

“… … … .”

Everyone was silent with their mouths open.

Even those who knew of Ellahan’s strength could only marvel at the reality they saw with their own eyes.

“… … her?”

Totuga, who had managed to straighten his stumbling body and regain his balance, looked at her with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Next, he looked at the striking surface of his warhammer.

The cross section clearly shows the shape of Ellahan’s fist.

“That’s a good hammer.”

Ellahan said, withdrawing his raised fist like water.

“It is the work of a master craftsman that it does not break even when facing my fist.”

I praise Warhammer, not Tortuga.

It wasn’t because he swung it well that it was fine, but because it was well made, it didn’t break.

Then he took a fighting stance again.

Totuga’s fur stood up stiffly as he instinctively felt threatened.

“going.”

Immediately after that, Ellahan rushed in.