6. Proof of Existence (71)
“no no… Excuse me. Now that you have seen the ‘truth’, you must have realized that there exists a world that cannot be expressed in words. Then there is only one way for us to communicate!”
With a bang, the man threw the iron rod into the ground, and dozens of meters of dust rose like a column.
The ground cracked and cracked, and a faint fear appeared in the eyes of the crowd.
Otherwise, the Court on the Mount, which has had a long history, may disappear.
If the saint puts his mind to it, no.
Even if it was just a slight distraction, the possibility was sufficient.
“The body, yes… Let’s talk in the flesh! Welcome to the world of images!”
As if the weapon was a restraining tool, the face of the saint who threw the iron rod was relieved.
The face of the boy, whose face was puffy with anticipation, was bright. It looked like a child waiting for a fun game.
The more I did, the more I had to stiffen up. A battle will continue in which even a moment of inattention is not allowed.
When I corrected my posture, the saintess, who was on her face and shedding tears, exclaimed in surprise.
“Ian, what the hell are you doing… … ! Your body is already in a mess… … !”
“Is this also your will?”
It was a question I had once asked.
It wasn’t just me, everyone was like that.
‘Greed’, Yuren, even Guilford, whom we faced in the past, must have had these questions.
where is the angel
why doesn’t he save us
Actually, it wasn’t something I threw out hoping the saintess would answer. But there is one voice that remains faintly in my memory.
“Then, you must obey.”
It was before he even raised an objection.
I took a step, and the saint stared at me with a ferocious smile.
It meant giving up the seon-gong one more time.
There was no reason to refuse. Right after I exhaled and inhaled, saying hahahaha.
Again, a silver wave sweeps through the world.
All things starting to stop one by one, innumerable starlights rising into an empty space in the air.
I gritted my teeth and took another step.
delete.
The process disappeared along with the space.
Before I knew it, I had arrived in front of the saint. The face of the saint, who was not even moving, was still smiling with joy.
Second already.
The time to maintain this still world was only a moment. Even this was just after awakening, so it was somehow possible. The more the memory of seeing ‘the truth’ fades, the shorter the period I can stay in this world.
It didn’t matter.
I just had to see the end. Anything to save the saintess.
A silver flame rides the blade and rolls over. The previous slash had been carried out haphazardly, leaving a rather shallow wound, but I was not stupid enough to repeat the mistake again.
You have to go deep.
At least to the extent that the intestines are damaged. Otherwise, it would be impossible to bring down this monster.
with all your might No, it had to be more than that.
The sound of gritted teeth being crushed rang in my ears. The blow with all his might left a silver laceration in the achromatic world.
And then it was.
My body stopped at the same time as a strange sound resounded.
It was an intuition close to instinct. My eyes hurriedly followed the source of the noise.
the light is back
The saint’s sky-blue eyes were chasing my sword, regaining their hue on their own. A faint crack had risen in the stopped world.
My mind went blank for a moment.
how.
My image was not an ability that could be explained by acceleration. A being that can move in a completely stopped time doesn’t exist in this world.
Yes, even though it obviously should be.
The saint’s smile grew thick enough to give goosebumps.
Moon sprouting lips delivered slow sound waves.
‘Caught.’
And in the flow of time again.
The saint’s arm tore apart time and space and grabbed my arm as it swung the sword.
The exhausted body could not overcome the force of hook and pull. Oops, while I was doing it, I was carried on the saint’s back.
It was a familiar continuous motion.
Sensing the shock that would follow, my body struggled as if it were the last outrage. However, the strength of the saint who abandoned his weapon was far beyond my imagination, and the last time I met his sky-blue eyes was the last time.
Suddenly, the world had turned.
Seongguk Vision, Moon Overturn.
Like a lake where a meteorite fell, the ground swayed and exploded.
**
Again, a handful of blood flowed through the air.
Now it was death without even a form. It didn’t take long until the saintess’ spirit, which was barely regaining her composure, collapsed.
“Ahhh… aaa! stop it! No, no, please… Ian. Don’t do this!”
It was truly an overwhelming sight.
Literally, the world turned upside down.
It was not a story limited to Ian, which was filled up. It was only for an instant, but everyone standing here witnessed it.
The world itself turned upside down.
The saint did not throw Ian to the ground. Rather, it was thrown into the sky.
It’s just a human body.
No jaw could withstand the weight of a single planet.
The blood vessels all over his body burst, and his bones and muscles mixed into a muddy paste. A mixture of blood and brain was spurting out of his nose and mouth.
It was a pitiful disgrace.
It was by far the worst death I have ever seen. Even when the saintess screamed with her eyes covered, it didn’t seem strange at all.
Ian had reached High Expert, but the Master was a different being.
The whereabouts of winning and losing were clear. After only two exchanges of air and defense, Sungjae again seized a complete victory.
At least on the surface.
However, the saint who had beaten Ian had a dazed expression on his face. And soon after a pit tens of meters in the ground was formed, a belated stab wound appeared on his shoulder.
Pak, blood spilling out.
The saint’s eyes slowly turned to the sky. There, a hatchet fired in a silvery trail was swimming in the air round and round.
An insane mutter escaped the boy’s mouth.
“Obviously, he would have died… … .”
Ian’s body, which was directly hit by the moon flip, was crushed without a chance to break into pieces. Of course, it was normal when there was no time to throw a hatchet.
but threw
It left a second scar on the saint’s body. Since becoming a Master, I have counted on one hand the number of enemies that have suffered such deep wounds.
At least, he inflicted serious injuries on the level of that sword-crazy kid.
But there was one more thing left that would surprise the saint.
Heo-eop, hee-eop, and so on.
A gasp was heard from the explosion that left an epic aftermath. A sky-blue gaze full of questions turned to the epicenter.
A man in a state of disrepair was getting up.
I had no intention of killing. Before the soul left, the body was carefully restored. However, it wouldn’t be enough to wake up right away in the aftermath of a series of battles.
That man was blatantly violating the laws of physics.
Like a saint reversing life and death.
After a few seconds of silence, a faint smile formed on the saint’s lips.
“… … Right.”
He scratched the saint’s vocal chords and laughed.
I feel like I can’t stand it.
“That was your image, brother! An indomitable will that will not be broken even in death! Is it distorting even the reality where it deserves to die, where it shouldn’t be able to move!”
And with the exclamation, the atmosphere changed completely.
Took, toduk, toduduk.
The saint’s body began to swell rapidly. The robe that covered his upper body burst as he could not handle his growing body. Strong muscles forcibly straightened the saint’s spine.
The body stretched to its limits was unrealistically muscular. The transformation of the saint was completed only after the muscles in his body swelled and swelled and he could no longer grow.
taller than 2m.
The feast of muscles that filled that large area was like a sculpture made by God himself for war. Truly, the whole body was a weapon, and it was a body suitable for the ultimate martial artist who trains the body indefinitely.
Along with his body size, the saint’s voice grew louder.
Some weak-willed people had to cover their ears to the high-pitched voice.
“However, one image can contain only one miracle! I wonder how you could stop time… good! You deserve the sincerity of this lowly servant!”
Burning the sky-blue eyes, the saint inhaled. The stance he took made the world vibrate, spreading a spirit of consolation.
Whoops!
Light, heat, wind, and all kinds of forces were swirling and being sucked in.
The foreshadowing alone was not serious.
Ian tried to move his trembling body somehow, but the blood that vomited out came first.
Blurred eyes turned to the saint.
“You can be proud… The last person to receive this blow was the only one decades ago! Except for the sword-crazed Empire kid, you are the only one!”
At the sound of the boiling voice, the commotion started again.
It was a chaos of an unprecedented scale. It was because those who did not know the ‘event of decades ago’ mentioned by the saint did not exist here.