Overpowered Sword Chapter 271

Level up with swords (271)

‘The difference in Pia’s capabilities is absolute.’

As soon as Leon took one step closer, he realized that more than half of his options had disappeared.

The battle between warriors beyond a certain level is ultimately a battle of numbers.

A single mistake can add up to hundreds of sums and turn into a fatal gap, and the paving stones laid without the enemy’s knowledge soon become the foundation for a reversal. Reading the future and competing could be said to be the essence of martial arts.

How far and how accurately you can see determines the outcome, where the odds are unclear.

Therefore, Leon was able to find out right away.

‘If Sisyphus comes out sincerely, he dies within 30 rounds… .’

As soon as I assume a life-and-death struggle and predict a few moves, the chilling image of death sends a chill down the back of my neck.

30 sum is also said to be the maximum.

The gap was such that it wouldn’t be surprising if they were killed in one go.

Keying.

The line of the slash extends sharply, but is then blocked.

Index finger.

Sisyphus held up an upright finger and blocked the blade. During the process, there was not even a recoil, let alone a collision sound. Even Leon, who was swinging his sword, realized this only after seeing it.

It wasn’t blocked or spilled.

Literally neutralization.

‘What is this strange defense?!’

Although Leon was astonished by the inexplicable phenomenon, he returned his sword and attempted four consecutive strikes.

If it doesn’t work once, try multiple times.

It was a standard method.

The midline, where the vital points of the human body are listed, is traversed in succession from four directions. By the time the rotation started at the ankles and reached the waist, Leon had already completed four cuts.

“… … uh?”

I don’t feel anything.

Although Sisyphus had clearly cut into pieces where he was standing four times, there was no feeling of anything being cut by the sword.

Seen with the ‘Stigmata of the Watcher’, Sisyphus seemed to have stopped still and surrendered himself to the holy sword, but unlike what was seen with the eyes, there was not a single scratch on his body.

and.

Whoops!

Leon, who barely managed to block the finger poking his forehead, was pushed backwards, creating two furrows in the ground.

It’s an absurd power.

Leon shook his head left and right a few times to shake off the cold sweat, and then looked up and down Sisyphus’ whole body again. It was because I couldn’t tell what kind of trick he was doing that made the sword not reach, and whether it was a martial art or not.

[It is a martial art.]

‘what?’

[This is the ultimate goal of Jujutsu. Avoiding or shedding is nothing more than a training process to reach that state.]

El Cid said.

[Jitsu is ultimately a technique that deals with softness. Strength, speed, sharpness, heaviness. Embracing all kinds of power and interference and reducing the results to nothingness is the ultimate goal of jujutsu.]

‘Reducing it to nothing, even the same as before?’

[Yes, I guess the sword passed through ‘Tuhwa(透化)’. If you want to reach that guy’s body, you have no choice but to break through that area using your laws.]

Any force or interference can be nullified.

Perhaps because of that, the level of 〈Tuhwa〉 gave a clear defensive impression, but Leon was never mistaken.

Even at the level of an Aura Master, one can skillfully switch between attack and defense regardless of the characteristics of the martial art learned. Even if you have learned a martial art that is heavily focused on attack and defense, the boundaries tend to become blurry once you go beyond a certain level.

What if you are a grandmaster?

There was no way that transcendental people who had entered Manryu Gwijong (萬流歸宗) could not use their abilities freely.

El Cid immediately agreed to that guess.

[It’s as you think, student. The state of 〈Tuhwa〉 is all about attack and defense. When used in an attack, it becomes a spear that neutralizes the opponent’s defense and evasion and pierces vital points with a single blow.]

A grandmaster is not called a transcendent for nothing.

A state where contradictions become reality.

The grandmaster was the one who could make the shield that could never be pierced and the spear that could never be pierced coexist.

[Forget everything about how to use Aurors or decisive battles.]

El Cid softly advised.

[If you want to challenge 〈Tuhwa〉 with your skills, you have no choice but to carve out its image in the realm of pure nothingness.]

‘Image… Cutting it off?’

[Fight with sword power. Raise your mind to the limit to establish the four realms, and offset Sisyphus’s ‘Tuhwa’. It seems like you’re asking a guy who doesn’t even know how to run to try flying, but there’s nothing you can do about it.]

The realm of the transcendent exists beyond the sky.

Even if you climb a mountain, you only stop at the peak.

To climb to the sky, you have to make wings that you don’t have and spread them.

“Okay, let me give it a try.”

Even though he fully understood how unreasonable instructions El Cid said were, Leon immediately dispersed the aurors.

The strength that seemed like it could lift a mountain and the speed that could even overcome sound are disappearing. He shed all the strength that had made him strong, and only the young man holding the sword remained in his place.

Why?

At a moment when he felt more helpless than ever, Leon felt a sense of déjà vu.

It felt like I had returned to a long time ago.

‘Oh, I see.’

He was from a time when he couldn’t even use Auror properly, let alone his Auror Blade. At the academy, he only held on to a wooden sword and trained countless basic skills, but he couldn’t even imagine the future.

Now, Leon has returned to his starting point.

Without an ounce of aura, only a distorted, rock-hard calloused grip holds the sword hilt in place.

“… ha ha ha.”

A lot has happened so far.

Slay monsters and their followers who were trying to devour a city, talk to a giant king in the Titan Mountains that I had only seen in storybooks, confront an ancient king buried in the past, and defeat a demigod who descended from the Clyde Empire. It was

however.

still.

In his hand, from beginning to end, there was only one sword.

Kiiiiing.

The holy sword cried loudly in Leon’s grasp, without a single piece of auror remaining.

Sword name (劍鳴).

A cry that only a sword that resonates perfectly with its owner can make.

At some point, Leon fell into a trance, and in his ears, the sound was like an echo coming from a very distant place, and it seemed to push his back so that he could enter the depths of his consciousness.

Sisyphus’ eyes widened at his change.

“Χμμμμ?”

Then he stretched out his hand.

The very slight fluctuations in the air, and the trajectory of the hand that does not even go against the flow, are unpredictable. Reaching the peak of power is the same as saying that no one can read the flow of power.

The moment when Sisyphus’ outstretched hand was about to touch Leon.

Keying.

A sharp sound rang out.

Sisyphus, who withdrew his hand by an inch, saw the wind sharply split in front of his fingertips.

I could neutralize it with <Tuhwa>, but I reflexively bit my hand.

It was sharp enough to stimulate his worn-out instincts.

“χα, χαχαχα!”

A deeper smile appeared on the lips of Sisyphus, whose sense of playfulness had completely disappeared. As he suffered for eternity in Tartarus, it was not physical pain but boredom that tormented him.

Even the pain of being crushed alive is so boring that it makes you yawn.

Anyone can help us forget that even for a moment.

I could just give up this life!

“πολεμιστής! Έλα!”

With both arms spread horizontally, Sisyphus placed his body into Leon’s sword fist.

It’s an attitude that makes you completely defenseless.

Nevertheless, Leon narrowed his eyes as he took a step back.

〈Tuhwa〉, the miracle created by the Grand Master’s martial arts is destroying my domain. If you couldn’t cut even if you swung a sword, swinging it itself was meaningless. If we narrow the area of ​​the sword fist, increase its density, and compress it as thin as a single strand of hair—

Keying.

Sisyphus, who had been playing with his feet without hesitation, stopped for a moment.

This is because the sword play came to a precarious halt in front of the uvula.

If he had dug in just one inch more, he would have pierced the airway, but he couldn’t do that, so the sword couldn’t advance. Even though Leon desperately tried to concentrate his fire, Sisyphus’s <Tuhwa> was many times thicker and stronger.

[If you can’t break through right away, wait for the next time. In order to pierce his <Tuhwa> with your sword fist, you have to explode all your potential. In a split second, insert your sword into that gap.]

That voice was heard even in the realm of selflessness.

Nodding his head once without realizing it, Leon took a step back with the holy sword. Swinging the sword with unreasonable movements without an aura ruptured his forearm muscles, and bruises from congestion appeared all over his skin, but he didn’t even show it.

It was a feeling that was too familiar.

It was a pain I had experienced every single day for three years, even before I held the hilt of El Cid’s sword on the mountain behind the academy.

‘If it’s like this.’

You can continue as much as you want.

Aura Master is a state where body and mind are unified.

Even if my flesh and muscles are torn and my bones are crushed. If your mind is strong, you can move somehow.

[Yes, take deeper strides.]

El Cid’s advice tells us the path to take.

Leon corrected his mistakes word by word and swung his sword better than before.

The depths of trance.

A realm where it is possible to immediately accept all teachings, regardless of one’s natural qualities or character. If you reach it once in your life, you can say that you have used up all your luck.

but.

“

Sisyphus’ body is still intact.

He takes a step closer and swings his fist once. A prank without any sense of murderous intent or hostility. That alone caused Leon to be thrown back violently, and he had to vomit blood from the shock that shook his internal organs.

My knees buckle.

The strength of my grip loosens.

If you fall flat on the ground, you no longer have the strength to stand up. Leon knew that well, so he held on desperately. If you manage to correct it and raise your sword, it starts once again.

In return for a meaningless blow, you face a living hell.

Keying.

But Leon opened his eyes wide and swung his sword.

Unity of body and sword.

There is nothing unnatural about the flow, as if it were a sword from the wrist to the elbow, and from the elbow to the shoulder. The flowing lines were beautiful and seemed like they could break even steel.

“χα, Είναι ακόμα πολύ μακριά!”

Even a sword that has been refined to such an extent cannot reach Sisyphus.

The blade, still stopped an inch in front of me, trembles, and immediately after that, it bounces off like a pebble in the counterattack.

A body that is not protected by aurors has lost all of its impregnable defense. Her bones trembled, her skin peeled off, and bright red blood flowed.

and.

“Ugh… Drama, ugh… .”

He plunges the holy sword into the ground as if it were a staff and stands up again by supporting the hilt of the sword.

[This time my legs were half a beat behind. Recoordinate the movements of your upper and lower body. The will should not reach out first, nor should the body go first. Make it into a perfect lump.]

“Okay.”

I don’t even have the strength to spit out blood, so I drag it out of my lips, and just nod my head once, agreeing with the voice.

Once again, once again.

Until my battered body stops moving.

Leon challenged Sisyphus without resting even for a moment.

The challenge is closer to struggling than struggling, like hitting a rock with an egg until it breaks.

“πολεμιστής.”

Sisyphus’s kind voice and his face was much more lively than when we first met him.

“Πήγαινε για ύπνο.”

It was cut off with a single fist fired almost at the same time.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The amount of impact that passed through Leon’s body exploded like a sonic boom.

If that power had not escaped, Leon would have exploded like a leather bag filled with water, leaving no trace.

I used just enough force to cause me to lose consciousness.

Just by looking at his exquisite power control, Sisyphus’ level was obvious.

[Ha, it seems like you like my student too.]

Sisyphus’ eyes turned to the holy sword.

Transcendant.

Among them, since it was a being of a different class, I recognized the existence of a monster lurking within the sword.

[It’s okay if you just play like you are now, Sisyphus. but… ]

Saint King Roderick glared at his face and warned him.

[Do not cross the line, you will be killed.]