00046 <-- Episode 46: Slaughtering the Butcher (3) -->
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“Hahahaha!”
Bursting with light, Berkeley charged forward. In one breath, he closed the distance and swung his glaive straight at Seongsihan. He tilted his sword to the side and deflected the opponent’s attack to the left.
The blade of the giant spear narrowly missed him and struck the ground.
Boom!
There was an explosion, sending debris flying in all directions. With a groan, Shihan took a step back.
“Umm… … .”
Even though the momentum has clearly been lost, the indirect aftereffects of speculation are enough to shake the stance. As a result, there is no room to counterattack.
“Your skills are pretty good!”
Berkeley continued his attack, swinging his glaive repeatedly.
“Cowards can never win!”
In the thick, milky fog, speculation and speculation collide. The fog is pushed and swirled by the sword wind.
As they fought fiercely, the two of them repeatedly clashed and fell apart. Each time they crossed their blades, the time limit was pushed back further.
No matter how you looked at it, Sung Si-han was at a disadvantage. Alita, who was watching, shouted anxiously.
“Time limit!”
Berkeley didn’t notice at all when Alita made the mistake of calling out her real name. When she was so excited and screaming, who would know if it was Shihan or Sean?
“How long do you think you can run away!”
With a roar, Berkeley launched a triple stab. He twisted his body to dodge and extended his sword, but the blade did not reach even close to his opponent.
It was because Berkeley deftly turned the window to repel the attack.
“Huh! No way!”
If it were simply excellent spearmanship, it would be possible to somehow penetrate, but the explosive energy contained in the glaive creates a gust of wind and does not allow approach.
Unlike the Iron Wall, the Explosion is a complete attack and defense technique. It has no weaknesses.
‘I guess I won’t go bankrupt… … .’
He had no choice but to use his unique trading technique. He was thinking about raising the time limit, but Shihan shook his head.
‘No, it doesn’t fit the current situation.’
The Pacheongi and Doronggi were fighting techniques that were basically created to deal with large monsters of the Gwangje.
From the beginning, it was developed with a focus on destructive power and range, and as the level increased, various uses were added to complete it.
In other words, in order to properly display all of your skills, you need a truly enormous amount of speculation. If you don’t have enough speculation, you won’t be able to use delicate tactics against humans.
In the past, Sung Si-han was the type whose fighting spirit was far greater than his martial arts skills, so there was no problem at all, but now the situation is the complete opposite.
He has accumulated enough experience and skills, but his investment is lacking. It can be said that he is in a similar situation to a normal Sword Hire in Terrano.
‘Then, the normal Terranor speculation technique would be suitable.’
Seong Si-han also had his own unique speculation technique.
If the Pacheongi and Doryeonggi are exclusively used to defeat giant monsters, then this is a fighting technique that is entirely specialized for catching people!
“Phew… … .”
He took a deep breath while aiming his sword and changed the quality of his fighting spirit. Berkeley stepped back, wary, as if he sensed something.
“what?”
In an instant, an intense, oppressive force enveloped Seongshihan’s entire body. A thick haze spread out in all directions.
The spirit of a hegemon.
The strongest single-target fighting technique in Terranor, learned from the mercenary king Barak, who was once revered as one of the three great swordsmen of the past, has been activated.
Berkeley’s eyes opened wide in shock.
“That’s ridiculous! A master-level swordsman at that age?!”
***
“Ta-at!”
Berkeley swung his glaive left and right, his spirit exploding. Seongshihan drew circles left and right, holding his sword lightly. It was the same technique he used earlier to deflect attacks.
A violent storm of speculation engulfs the time limit with an explosion. As expected, it’s the same situation as before.
But the response to the deadline was different.
“Huh!”
I break through the storm of speculation with ridicule. The cold blade carries speculation and stabs fiercely.
Berkeley swung his spear to block the attack, then groaned in confusion.
“Ugh! How?”
Even if he had avoided it, it would have been normal for his posture to collapse due to being caught up in speculation. However, it doesn’t seem to have been affected at all.
“You’re lucky!”
Berkeley continued his attack, relying on luck. He swung his glaive again and again with a fierce momentum.
However, Shihan narrowly avoided all of those attacks. Not only that, but he also narrowed the distance while dodging, and counterattacked by moving into the gap between the spears.
Shihan laughed coldly, cutting Berkeley’s shoulder.
“Do you really think it’s luck?”
Unlike the Bankruptcy Period, the Overlord Period also has a way of using momentum to gain momentum. You can easily exploit the opponent’s speculation.
That’s not all.
Now that the King’s Age has been revealed, there is no need to fight while sparing your fighting spirit.
“Haaaah!”
Swinging his sword, Shihan raised his spirits. His momentum was gradually increasing.
Berkeley’s face turned pale.
‘At that age, not only is he a master, but his speculation is also not much different from mine?’
I couldn’t understand it.
He’s only in his late 20s, but he’s a master swordsman, has incredible stamina, and even has high experience and technical proficiency?
‘That makes no sense!’
No matter how genius a person is, he or she can only rely on the power of time for investment and experience.
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The tables have turned. Now Berkeley is in a desperate situation.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath.
“Could this be speculation?”
After clashing with them a few times, I started to get a feel for what my opponent’s fighting skills were.
“… … The King’s Chronicles?”
A look of deep horror came over Berkeley’s face.
‘Ah, I finally got caught.’
The Pacheongi, Doryeonggi, Paewanggi, and Honcheongi are the four unique fighting techniques of the otherworldly saviors who are renowned throughout Terranor.
Shihan asked quietly with an expression that said it was coming.
“Now you know who I am?”
“Ugh… …”
Berkeley groaned and ground his teeth.
“At that age, such skill… … Of course I should have noticed… … .”
“Well, that’s the story.”
It was when Seong Si-han smiled coldly.
Suddenly Berkeley screamed.
“You! You are the successor to the mercenary king Barak!”
“… … Huh?”
The successor of the mercenary king Barak? Not the returned savior of the other world?
I was momentarily confused, but I soon came to terms with the deadline.
‘Come to think of it, that’s true?’
Although the King’s Skill is famous as the unique fighting technique of the other world’s savior, it is also the unique fighting technique of the mercenary king Barak. In fact, Barak is the original.
It would be normal for a person with common sense to associate him with the mercenary king Barak rather than the other-worldly savior who returned to Earth.
‘What? Then you can use the King’s Note as much as you want?’
Even the current weakened Sung Shi Han is ridiculously weak compared to the average Sword Hireer in his late twenties. That’s why he has been hiding not only his unique fighting skills but also his own realm as much as possible.
But if you are the successor to the mercenary king Barak, the story is different.
It wouldn’t be strange for someone to have reached that level at that age. It’s understandable that he was raised by a god-level swordsman who was able to defeat a dragon on his own.
Of course, if Barack finds out about this, he may be in trouble later on… … .
‘I wonder if that old man is still alive? He was already over 80 years old ten years ago.’
Berkeley had inadvertently given Sungshihan a wonderful disguise.
Shihan looked at Berkeley with a hollow laugh.
“hey.”
“What is it?”
“thank you.”
What are you thankful for? For recognizing your master? That’s really out of the blue.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Berkeley’s expression turned red and blue as he took Sungshihan’s words as a mockery. He adjusted his grip on the glaive and charged at him again.
“Do you think I would be afraid of you as the successor to the King of Mercenaries!?”
Shihan shouted in protest as he flew towards the target.
‘Following the twin swordsman Sean Stain, are you the successor to the mercenary king? My disguise has also had a turbulent life.’
***
The two clashed and collided in the air several times. Thunder rang out as their clashes continued.
As time went on, it was Berkeley’s side that was starting to look defeated.
The glaive imbued with explosive energy did not even touch the collar of the Seongshihan wearing the King’s Flag. Even though it struck with the fierce force of a typhoon, he naturally avoided all attacks by bending like a single reed.
On the other hand, the speculative sword of the time limit was steadily putting pressure on Berkeley.
The blade of speculation cuts through the hem of the garment filled with speculation, sending out lightning. Gradually, Berkeley’s entire body turns red.
Berkeley’s face turned red with excitement.
“Hey, this guy!”
He, who had been running on a single path for decades, was being completely played around by a young man in his twenties. The physical wounds were painful, but the mental wounds were even worse.
‘How do you read my every move?’
Shihan smiled to himself as he looked at the flustered Berkeley.
‘What is this? It’s completely a minor version of Zexenguard.’
If it were back when he was the butcher Daswald, he wouldn’t have been able to be toyed with so easily at this level of time limit.
But Berkeley has spent the past decade working hard to resemble his admired Zexengard, and has finally achieved the ideal unmanned vehicle he desires.
That ideal unmanned style is one that is so obvious that it can be predicted with one’s eyes closed from the perspective of Shihan.
‘It went well. It was perfect for a rehearsal.’
The clock ticked down even more fiercely. Blood flowed from all over Berkeley’s body. He gritted his teeth as he bled.
I hate to admit it, but this young man in front of me was by no means inferior to me.
If you don’t give it your all, you can’t guarantee life or death!
“Taaaat!”
Berkeley threw himself forward, summoning all his strength.
He raises his glaive above his head and gathers all his energy into the blade. The invisible current of air rushes in like a whirlwind.
In that state, he delivered the decisive blow he was most confident in.
“Explosion machine, shatter!”
A huge mass of speculation descends like a meteor over Shihan’s head. With a calm expression, Shihan extends his sword.
His boiling passion began to flow violently in one stream.
“The King’s Chronicles, Torrent.”
The flow of speculation swirls around in an instant. A single meteor is caught in a huge whirlwind. It swallows up all the momentum of the downfall and shows its teeth even more violently.
A clean trajectory of light was drawn in the air. Berkeley’s right arm, holding the glaive firmly, was on the trajectory of light.
Dismissed!
The right arm was cut off with a sound of discharge. A scream of ear-piercing pain echoed through the fog.
“Kuaaaah!”
***
A severed arm flies into the air. It is the well-trained right arm of a warrior, holding a large glaive firmly.
The glaive was stuck in the ground. At the same time, the spear shaft made of cloak lost its strength and returned to its original cloth form.
Chaenggrang.
The scimitar that had served as the blade was lying on the ground. Next to it was the severed right arm, covered in blood.
“Ugh, ugh… … .”
Berkeley watched the whole scene, groaning.
I couldn’t believe the reality before my eyes. A part of myself that I trusted so much, that I had trained so hard, was being cruelly cut off?
“There’s no way… … I’m going to give in to a brat like that… … .”
The pain of his own defeat was more painful than the terrible amputation. Breathlessly, Berkeley looked at the time limit.
No matter how you looked at him, he was only a young man in his twenties. Aesong was almost ten years younger than him.
“The number of people I have killed is probably more than the number of breads that guy has eaten… … .”
Shihan burst into laughter at Berkeley’s monologue.
“Well, maybe so.”
Certainly, if you compare the ‘murder’ experience of Sung Si-han and Berkeley, Berkeley would be on top. He has been mercilessly killing everyone who stands in his way. It’s not for nothing that he’s called a butcher.
Besides, before coming to Terrano, Shihan lived on rice, not bread. If you just count the number of breads he ate in the three years he was in Terrano, it might really be small.
“But you know… … .”
Seong Si-han continued speaking quietly as he approached Berkeley.
“Isn’t the number of monsters I’ve killed more than the number of breads you’ve eaten, Daswald?”
“what?”
Berkeley looked at the black-haired young man in front of him with surprised eyes.
For some reason, the other person’s words felt unusual. Even though they were words I couldn’t understand, I felt a strange sinking feeling in my heart.
That was when.
Swish.
Suddenly, the face in front of his eyes changed. It was a speculative technique that Berkeley was well aware of.
“… … A thousand-year-old’s skill? The Thief Queen’s unique fighting technique?”
Sihan grumbled and clicked his tongue.
“This was originally my technique. Why does everyone think of Levina first?”
But right now, the original ones are the King of the Overlords and the Mercenary King Barak, but ten years ago, everyone thought of the Savior of the Other World first. In fact, it is not my place to talk about others.
Revealing his original face, Sung Shi Han looked straight at Higher Berkeley, the butcher of the past, Daswald.
“At least we fought together once. I should at least let you know who died.”
Berkeley’s expression became blank.
There was no hostility, no joy, no awe, nothing in that face. Just pure bewilderment and surprise.
“… … Commander of the Holy Brigade?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that nickname.”
Shihan raised his sword. He aimed it at the bleeding Berkeley and muttered softly.
“This is not the world we were trying to create, Daswald.”
Only then did fear dawn on Berkeley. He began to back away frantically.
“I, I just received orders from the Zexen Guard… … .”
Shihan took a step forward, snorting.
“Hey, you did everything you wanted to do, so it’s unmanly to put the blame on Zexengard now, right?”
“That, that’s not it… … .”
Berkeley didn’t finish his sentence. At that moment, Shihan’s sword blew off his head.
Phew!
Red blood splattered everywhere. Berkeley’s decapitated body fell to the ground.
Seong Si-han smiled bitterly as he watched the scene.
“I’m a funny guy too. Why are you talking about a cause when you came here for personal revenge?”
And he continued to mutter to himself, shaking off the blood from his blade as he let out his anger.
“But just because I’m bad doesn’t mean you’re good.”
