Chapter 602
The ax that had been flying fiercely bent as if it had been driven by the wind, and plunged into the river leaving only a thin scar on Siran’s forehead.
“Keuuugh!”
As soon as the ax brushed his head, Siran hurriedly took steps to distance himself from Raon.
“hmm… .”
Raon frowned as he watched the ax sink into the river.
‘Reaction was delayed.’
If the ax had aimed at me, I would have lightly knocked it off and cut Siran’s head, but from the beginning, the ax rushed as if it would split Siran’s head apart.
The response to the unexpected situation was slow, creating an opportunity for Siran to escape. I was annoyed that the ax moved as intended by the one who threw it.
Raon did not chase after Siran, who had already moved away, but looked in the direction the ax had come from. I see a huge black ship approaching, cutting the wide and deep Peren River in half.
It was a bad luck on the front line of the North-South Alliance that you can never forget once you see it.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
A huge presence that encompassed the entire river boiled over the bad luck that had approached by crushing the wreckage of the maritime market.
Whoops!
With a roar as if the deck were collapsing, an old man holding a red ax landed on the river.
The waves that had been agitated by the overwhelming ambition transmitted only by breathing settled down as if frightened, and the waterspike that soared to reach the sky faded.
Raon looked up, feeling the ferocious energy that made his heart tingle.
Roughly combed white hair, black long sleeves full of scars, and even a dragon-headed ax glistening bloody. It was his father, Roman, who was said to be the god of the Ravel River.
-Why does the small rice guy appear like the main character!
Lars grumbled as if he didn’t like it. Sometimes I envy that strong heart and calmness.
“Hey, welcome! Roman!”
Siran ran to his father and quickly nodded.
“That guy is dangerous! We must kill now, not wait until next year!”
He pointed his finger at Raon, saying he would kill Raon before he could grow further.
“… … .”
The father did not answer Siran’s cry and looked at Raon.
“It’s been two years.”
“A little more than that.”
Raon met Roman’s eyes and sighed.
“Sighing in the face is still out of habit.”
Unlike his words, Roman drew a cool smile.
“Pretending to target him and making him lose his breath.”
He turned his eyes to Siran and clicked his tongue briefly.
“Contrary to what it looks like, you used your hair well.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve heard compliments from others.”
Roman smiled and nodded.
“Roman! What are you doing!”
Siran frowned while standing next to Roman.
“Kill that guy quickly! An opportunity like this will never come again!”
“Won-ju.”
Roman looked at Siran and let out a muddy breath.
“It’s ugly.”
“what?”
“There’s something Lecter asked when I promised that boy that he would die in three years.”
He looked at Raon’s calm eyes and continued talking.
“I asked what you would do if you killed that bastard before three years had passed. What do you think my answer would have been then?”
“eww… .”
Siran trembled his lips as if he already knew the answer.
“I said I wouldn’t mind. He said that if he died at the hands of you, who had lost his teeth and claws when he was old, there was no need to feel sorry for him because he was that far.”
Roman looked at Siran’s trembling eyes and twisted his lips thinly.
“And vice versa.”
“what… ?”
“There is no need to help because Wonju is at a disadvantage. I too am a warrior who knows shame. I won’t do the ugly thing of interfering in a one-on-one confrontation.”
He smiled coldly and shook his hand.
“Go ahead. Let me be the notary public who testifies to victory or defeat.”
“What, what bullshit!”
Siran licked his bluish lips.
“Can’t we just kill that guy right here!”
“Why should I?”
Roman shrugged his broad shoulders like the water of a river.
“The decision of life and death for me and that kid is January 1 next year. You just have to pick and eat unripe fruits to make them bitter.”
He closed his eyes, the ax in his arm, as if he really had no intention of engaging in battle.
“Roman! You f*cking bastard!”
Despite Siran’s call, Roman did not open his eyes again.
“There is something I want to ask you.”
After Raon called, Roman slowly raised his eyelids.
“what?”
“I don’t intend to get involved in a fight, so why did you save him?”
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A little while ago, Roman saved Siran by using his head uncharacteristically. Of course, I thought the two of them would jump on it, but it was strange that they didn’t participate in the fight.
“You’re asking a simple question.”
Roman raised his chin and pursed his lips.
“Because I wanted to see how much you’ve grown.”
“That’s all,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“You madman! If the lord knows about this… .”
“I’ll give you a compliment.”
“Muh, what!”
“It was the leader’s order not to touch Raon Sieghart. Since you were the first to disobey the order of the lord, there is no need for him to be criticized for not saving him.”
Roman shook his head, saying it was a simple matter.
“Ugh… .”
Siran licked his lips and stepped back. It seemed that he was trying to run away on the wire because he had no confidence to win the battle right now.
“Won-ju. Where are you going?”
Roman stood in front of Siran, revealing a ferocious gaze.
“I am the notary public of this life and death decision. We cannot leave this place until one of them is dead.”
As if he would sincerely play the role of a notary public, he caused a devastating uproar.
“You crazy bastard! Stop kidding!”
“I am always sincere.”
Roman gestured as if telling him to go back quickly.
“If you go back, I will never forgive you!”
As if tired of Roman’s momentum, Siran sighed and returned to his original position.
“However much.”
Roman gave a relaxed smile as if it didn’t matter.
“What are you doing?”
He glanced at Raon, who stood in front of Siran.
“I’ve laid all the boards, so let’s see the end.”
“How can I believe that?”
Raon wrinkled his brow while looking at Roman.
“Are you saying you don’t trust me?”
“of course.”
The answer was given by Rimer, who came forward instead of Raon.
“You bastard attacked me, saying that even after I got the triple deal, my excitement rose. The life-and-death decisions that will be made next year are made because of your whim, so I want you to trust me now?”
Rimer gritted his teeth while looking at Roman.
“Where did you sell your arm?”
Roman looked at Rimer’s right shoulder and narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t know, just answer me.”
“That was then and now is now.”
He scanned Siran and Raon one by one and twisted his lips.
“A confrontation between an old man who ran with his senile body to avenge his grandson and a genius who wants to kill his grandson and even his grandfather. There will never be a fight like this again.”
Roman stomped his feet violently and exploded into a frenzy.
“I will never intervene in this battle, and I will take the victor home without touching a finger. I will bet my nickname of father.”
He tapped his chest saying he would promise to put his name on it.
“Whatever he thinks. We have to see the end.”
Raon looked at Rimer and nodded.
“Whoa, I get it.”
Rimer took a step back and sighed.
“If your father intervenes, I will do anything to stop it, so start with Siran.”
“All right.”
Rimer is not in good shape, but unlike Roman, he is a man who keeps his word. He believed and stepped forward.
Poududeuk!
Siran glared at Raon and gnashed his teeth hard enough to break them.
“I’ll break it up so that it can’t even be fish rice!”
he lifts his fishing pole As the waves swelled again, the mighty aura began to coalesce.
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Siran’s red eyes.
‘One will is great.’
Now Siran knew that he had been defeated. Even though his heart was greatly broken, he was creating his will only with a vengeance to avenge his grandson.
“Haaaaaa!”
Siran drew a long fishing rod and swung it. The fishing line soaked in Kang Hwan bent like a whip and aimed at his neck.
Whoops!
The flames exploding from the dantian covered the blade. I drew a fishing line that was bent and descended with a red-hot line.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
The fishing line, which was as strong as an iron tendon, was lightly torn and fluttered. Even the bobbin and needles attached to the line broke off and sank into the water.
Raon licked his lips as he watched Siran stumble.
‘As expected, he’s weakened.’
Siran’s aura was still strong, but the will to kill me subsided. It seemed that it was because he had suffered defeat.
‘still… .’
should not be underestimated
A man so vengeful would not know what to do. He doesn’t want to be happy that he’s already won, but he has to stay focused until the end.
The flow of the river was placed on the foot method. He approached with the flexible steps of Taehwa Sambo and stabbed the Jecheon sword toward Siran’s neck.
Kyaaaaang!
Siran bit his teeth tightly and set up a fishing rod to prepare for defense. The smell of blood rises from his mouth. He appeared to have suffered severe internal injuries.
Chiyiying!
Raon did not miss the moment when Siran was controlling his breathing and dug into his space.
“Keugh!”
Siran stepped back with an urgent expression and swung a fishing rod. It didn’t contain deep thoughts, but the amount of aura was overwhelming.
‘I can’t break it easily.’
Raon tightly wrapped around the sword of the Jecheon Sword and slashed his right foot. He held out his left hand, the requiem sword, calming the raging river. A white shadow surrounded the red blade, enveloping the approaching Kang Hwan.
Raon Sieghart’s type of swordsmanship.
Type 5 Baekyeongseom.
Baekyeongseom unfolded with a requiem sword erased Kanghwan, who exploded from a fishing rod, as if it had been washed away.
“Huh?”
Siran’s eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe that the huge Kang Hwan had been erased in an instant.
Chiyiying!
Raon attacked Siran, who was embarrassed, and stabbed him with thirty-six points. The blade of flame that cut thirty-six directions with his single sword cut Shiran’s vitals.
Pukaaaaaa!
The most important heart and neck were blocked, but other wounds burst and Siran’s whole body was covered in blood in an instant.
“Ouch… .”
Siran weakly lowered the fishing rod. The expression on his face was evident in pain and despair.
When I hit the Celestial Sword to finish it off, Siran grabbed it with his left hand and grabbed my wrist with his right hand.
“You got caught!”
Even though bloody amounts of blood were pouring from his hands, Siran raised the corners of his mouth long.
I tried to pull out my sword and wrist, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I was using not only my aura, but also my vitality.
“If I can’t kill you, let’s go together!”
Siran’s skin, speaking of Dongguijin, turned red as if it were burning.
His danjeon began to vibrate violently and radiate tremendous energy. He seemed to be about to self-destruct by exploding his aura.
“Did you think I could kill my grandson and let you live! Never like you… .”
“I thought so.”
Raon nodded briefly as he looked at Siran, who drew a mocking laugh.
“what?”
“The acting was too clumsy.”
Siran backed away with vengeful eyes and showed a weakened appearance. He didn’t get tricked in the first place because he thought he had a plan.
Tuong!
Raon released his hand from the Jecheon sword held by Siran and spread his palm.
“Hey, man!”
Siran hurriedly threw out his left hand, hit his shoulder, and then thrust out his extended right hand.
The final battle of the Demon King of Wrath.
Silver Moon Horseshoe.
-evil! my skills!
The moment the silver flash fired along with Lars’ scream touched Siran’s chest, his entire body froze.
So-so-so-so-so-so-so-so!
Because he was concentrating all his auras in the Danjeon to self-destruct, he was unable to defend against the cold of Silvermoon Arena and became a block of ice.
“you… .”
“I told you. They say they will send you to where your grandchildren are.”
Raon looked at Shiran, who was shaking, and struck his right arm, which was holding his wrist.
“Lord, porridge… .”
Siran was completely frozen and fell into the river without even uttering his last words.
His eyes, which came to mind for a moment, had red veins sprouting as if he did not believe in his own death.
“To reunite with my grandchildren in hell.”
Raon watched until Shiran’s cold body sank into the river.
match! match! match!
When I exhaled my muddy breath, I heard a loud applause as if I was hitting a gong. When I turned my back, my father, Roman, was clapping his hands with a cool smile.
“excellent. It was a great psychological warfare.”
Roman nodded and took a step forward.
“You really didn’t move.”
“Did you tell me? I am a man who keeps his promises.”
Roman shook his hand, saying it was natural.
“after… .”
Raon let out a short sigh and shook his head.
“Then can we go now?”
“Of course. Because the fight between you and the Senate was a fair confrontation.”
Roman nodded as if it were natural.
“but… .”
He untied his arms and gripped the red ax handle with his right hand.
“The new fight is different.”
“what?”
“What I want to see is not psychological warfare, but a battle of power against power.”
Roman smiled and took a step closer. She was so large that with each step she seemed to come several meters closer.
“I’ll have to check if your sword is sharp enough to make a proper life-or-death fight.”
“What does that mean?”
“Three sums.”
He raised three left fingers.
“If you get my trinity, I promise to send you away untouched.”
Roman lowered the axe. The water bubbling up, probably due to the blade of the ax slightly touching the river.
“Ah, that brat bastard.”
Rimer looked at Roman and frowned.
“I can’t see you keeping a promise! He said he was giving out names!”
He twisted his mouth and gripped his sword as if he was going to come forward himself.
“Then stop calling me the king from now on.”
His father laughed, saying that since he had broken his promise, he would give up his name.
“Oh that dog… .”
“Leave this to me.”
Raon pushed Rimer back and came forward.
“Did you say you wanted to see my skills?”
“Yes. A lot of spectators will come, but can’t we show a trashy showdown?”
“good night.”
He nodded and fixed the Jecheon Sword and the Soul Sword.
“Then let me check.”
“what?”
Roman frowned as if he meant something.
“If your ax isn’t as heavy as I expected… .”
A flash of lightning flashed in Raon’s eyes.
“I’ll cut your throat right here.”
