715 – 8. Last Words (89)
The blade dances in a collapsing world.
A bloody banquet was taking place along with the crash. Silver light and silver light cross the empty space like a shooting star, and two men stand on pieces that look like broken glass.
Leap, crash, burst.
The attack and defense that repeated one advance and one retreat was like an elaborately coordinated martial art. Every time a blade, or a gesture of a hand or foot emits heat and momentum, a fierce shock wave explodes, tearing the fragments of the world into even smaller pieces.
Win and loss were usually the same.
The two men looked like mirror images, but the gap in their skills was still clear. The cold-faced man possessed the inaction of a ‘god’.
It was the same even now.
As Ian scattered the sword light, the man naturally stretched out his hand and twisted the direction of the force. What followed was the ritual of ‘flipping the moon’, which was taken as if it were natural.
Boom!
There is a strong wave that sweeps through the world without a medium. It was one of the strongest pieces of evidence that the unconscious is unrelated to the physical laws of reality.
The power was too much for one thin fragment to handle. Thump, thump. Ian’s body, which fell after shattering three thin valves in succession, was reminiscent of a meteor shower.
Tap.
The man landed on Ian’s scattered pieces. His eyes glanced towards the size of his arms.
Slight stab wound.
It was just a reddish color, and although it disappeared quickly, it was clearly bleeding. I never thought it would go beyond the collar and reach the skin.
But.
“It’s still not enough.”
It was a brief impression from the company.
The tone was not like that at all, but it was an evaluation that could be taken as a compliment. If he were the original man, he would have said ‘impossibility’ rather than ‘lack’.
It means that Ian’s performance right now is impressive.
Of course, it was true that, as the saying goes, it was still “Not enough.”
Ian let out a stifled cough and let out a faint laugh. As he stood shakily on the ground, he still couldn’t find any wounds on his body.
Instead, all I saw was an auror rippling like armor.
“The scope is too limited. “It means I haven’t been able to properly overcome the ‘master’ barrier.”
‘Master’.
Even though he heard something he didn’t expect, Ian wasn’t particularly happy. He just spits out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth and adjusts his posture.
He thought sincerely.
Is that important?
The man burst out laughing when he saw the fighting spirit shining in those golden eyes. Was it like that a long time ago, when his heart was still hot?
It was an unpleasant experience.
Facing the past was extremely cruel.
Especially when he was young and was showing his teeth.
“That’s an interesting image… “Indomitable.”
As he said that, the man slowly took a step forward.
It was an act that seemed innocuous, but Ian knew. That it was a prudent attitude to measure his spacing.
Just like experienced murderers usually do.
At most, one step.
Just that small change can make you break into a cold sweat. With his heart pounding like crazy, and resisting the urge to run away at any moment, Ian tightened his grip on his sword.
There is a fishy metallic taste from chewed lips.
“It’s not just the ability to recover from injuries that exceed a certain level, it nullifies the blow itself? Furthermore, you cannot block the direction of power.”
“Invalidation? “Do you think you’re going to be sick right now?”
“That’s because the reach of your imagination is limited. There is a certain amount of damage that I do not inflict directly, but indirectly… “Even if you can’t block the direction of force, you can open it.”
It had only been a few minutes since we exchanged swords.
It was enough time for a skilled swordsman to divide hundreds of sums, but it was not enough to grasp new images. In fact, since Ian was caught in the act right after sharing a few words with the man, the actual number of battles and defenses he shared would have been even less.
Nevertheless, the man understood her thoughts about Ian better than she did.
“It doesn’t change the fact that it is a very difficult image.”
It was an assessment made by such a man, so it was probably correct.
Ian curled the corners of her mouth and smiled fiercely.
“To beat you?”
“It just worked out. “Let me tell you something important.”
A man lets out a cold voice and drops his sword.
It was clearly a broken knife, but this was also her man’s unconsciousness. It would be hard to even imagine how many swords he had in his mind.
That was the signal.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the man’s sword, running through time, carved twelve rows of teeth marks in the air. Yurdina’s golden sword, Ian’s choice to respond to this is the sword circle’s anti-heaven.
A total of 12 sword strikes, Ian’s trajectory is twisted with a single slash. The man is not embarrassed, and Seongguk ‘flips the moon’ again.
The man’s hand expertly dug into Ian’s arms and then moves towards Ian’s arm as he raises his sword. However, Ian was not an easy opponent as he was defeated twice in the same move, and the eyes of all things that penetrate the whole world are squeezing the space.
Wood!
In the twisted space and time, the man’s hand narrowly missed Ian’s body. However, as if the man had expected this, he followed Ian and stepped forward in the same posture as he stretched his arms upward.
Ian uses the technique of mid-movement to twist the surging sword and strike it down like a waterfall.
Time itself is on the company’s side.
To begin with, he was a human being who had the mental image of ‘time stopping’. It was nearly impossible for her to steal time from him. However, the image of ‘indomitability’ has the power to nullify all blows.
There is no need to take more damage than necessary, but you will be able to withstand a single blow.
In that case, it would be Ian who deals the fatal blow.
In a split second, the result of countless calculations exploded like a flash of electricity.
Boom!
With Ian’s defeat.
With the sound of a drum exploding, a terrifying shock wave explodes behind Ian.
It was the saint’s assault on the mountain.
After being hit directly, Ian’s body bends at a right angle, and a dry scream without even blood comes out of his mouth. He had no time to raise his sword.
The body just takes a couple of steps backwards.
Her man’s attack did not stop there.
Boom!
Once again, the acid hit his solar plexus, and Ian ended up vomiting blood.
Boom!
The last time I was hit by a stray bullet, I took a few steps back and lost consciousness.
Ian suddenly came to his senses and was already lying on the ground, bleeding.
“When images collide with each other, the weaker one is interfered with. Even so… ….”
A man catches me at the end of my raised gaze. He was clenching and unclenching his hand, observing his wrist closely.
As if he couldn’t believe it.
“Are you saying you can withstand three blasts of boric acid?”
Ian’s arm trembled as he touched the ground. It was a body that allowed three blows that would have collapsed a mountain. You should be thankful that your muscles are still listening.
A cold touch touches Ian’s uvula as he lifts his upper body while exhaling with difficulty.
It was a blade.
“Sweetheart.”
Ian lifted his forehead drenched in cold sweat. Then he sees golden eyes shining down on him.
“I’ll tell you the best move.”
Heo-eok, heo-eok.
Ian’s eyes were hazy as he breathed in and out. Regardless, the man’s voice does not stop.
Like a judge who sentences a criminal.
“Just be satisfied with this and get out of the way. And then, change your mindset and become a ‘master.'”
It was a reasonable decision no matter who heard it.
Also, it was the company’s own recognition.
“Anyway, you can’t beat me as you are now. So leave. Leave… “I despair more, fall, and become stronger in the end.”
Sureuk, the man put away his sword.
“Save the world.”
He turned around.
“Because it is your duty.”
Jeobug, jerk.
It was a place where there was no light and even the concept of space and time was blurry. Nevertheless, why can I hear footsteps so clearly?
Ian couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t figure it out though.
“Then you?!”
Like a scream, he asked.
The man’s steps stop for a moment.
“Then where will you be?!”
There was no reply. Ian was sure at this point.
Looking back, it’s full of strange things.
Why did a man who was originally so reluctant to come forward begin to actively intervene?
Even though there is clearly a limit to ‘probability’, what is the reason for such reckless driving force?
Furthermore, why are you subjecting yourself to ‘training’ under the pretense of ‘confinement’?
If the temperament of the man I had seen so far was the same, he would have waited again. He must have been mocking him subconsciously, only showing up at important times.
Because I couldn’t become a kind enough person to appear even if I cried and cried.
And the end of the long silence.
“Go first and wait.”
As the man said that, he glanced back.
“In hell.”
Ian laughed and laughed.
It was something I heard once. Even back then, I thought it was a really twisted goodbye.
When the man spoke, it couldn’t have been more appropriate.
The man walks. To leave like this, with footsteps echoing.
It was a natural ending.
Nothing is permanent. The man was an uninvited guest in this world, the time she could stay was limited, and she would have to leave at some point, if not now.
I knew.
At least the fact that it is a fate that must be accepted.
Perhaps she was leaving the man satisfied. Ian showed results that exceeded expectations, and he also acknowledged this, which is why he moves on without regrets.
But.
“…… Hey!”
Ian mustered up all his strength and stood up, shouting that.
When the man reflexively looks back, a flash of silver light strikes in front of him. Considering its location, it is a point where not even the man’s collar can pass by.
But it didn’t take long for her man’s brow to furrow.
What the two were standing on was a fragment of the world as thin as a piece of glass.
What an enemy!
It is literally an instant until the crack that appears at once turns into rupture.
The man’s body was thrown into the empty space and began to fall, and Ian was shot, kicking the ground just before the valve he was standing on collapsed.
Of course, the man did not take it lightly either.
His body spun in the air, and soon he was standing in empty space. It was the ‘Stairway to Heaven’ that the saint had once shown.
And then the two bodies leap and collide.
Boom!
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