Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 151

I remembered his presence a beat late. He disappeared so naturally and was far from everyone's attention because he didn't feel a presence anywhere.

General Patraxion sat down on the container and looked down at them boredly.

“At first, I didn’t want to work because I was on vacation. I was just curious to see why the hell he was touching a container full of mail and chimera seeds.”

The general sank down. He stepped on the ground without a sound and walked with a leisurely pace as if he had taken a walk.

There was no weapon in his hand, but Sir Waltzroy couldn't take his eyes off his entire body, tense.

It was as if the one with the weapon and the one without the weapon were reversed.

“Still, man. What is a duel to an old man, a duel? If you just leave it alone, it will die sooner or later.”

At the familiar face that appeared suddenly, Lord Valtzroy clenched his teeth and shouted.

“… why. are you here Now that they come down, no one should be heading this way!”

“Information is leaking somewhere. The Resistance knows better than the recently released Operation Manual.”

The general scratching his head answered.

“Did you see who I was listening to? The moment I saw the order, I immediately took a vacation and ran. If you don't go on vacation, you're disobeying orders.”

Indeed, meeting him here was nothing but the result of a whim and coincidence. After realizing this, Lord Baltzroy muttered in despair.

“… damn. Bad luck is such bad luck.”

“Is it bad luck? Rather good, isn’t it?”

General Pataxion smiled as he held out his clenched hand.

“ruler. Here I am. I have no weapons, and I have no subordinates to protect me. If you fight me and win a duel here, the military will falter and your reputation will rise. how is it? Wouldn’t that be much better than a modest container plowing?”

But how unrealistic that was, Sir Baltzroy knew better than anyone.

It is now called the sixth fortress of the military, but it was once a promising knight of the kingdom.

And the knight who defeated the strongest guard knight of his time and destroyed the kingdom with his own hands.

The Knight of Rebellion, the spear Patraxion.

He looked down at Lord Valtzroy with ecstasy eyes.

“Show me your will. show your resolve Request a duel with someone who cannot win, and entrust victory or defeat to the arms of the glorious God. ruler. Here is your enemy, the traitor who destroyed the kingdom. Judge me proudly as a duel!”

Lord Waltzroy held the spear firmly against the blowing wind, but despair swelled in his heart, apart from the power that entered his grasp.

He squeezed his trembling hands and shouted to hide his fear.

“Where does the traitor who destroyed the kingdom speak of a sacred duel… !”

“treason? absurd sound.”

bang!

At that moment, the Resistance, who was on the alert from behind, fired a gun. At the same time, the general lightly crossed his finger to the side.

The wind stopped.

In strength, the little finger cannot beat the thumb. No matter how much you train and become stronger than someone else's thumb, you can't beat his leg.

You cannot reach behind your arm. Even if you develop flexibility, there is a limit to what you can reach. The body was not designed that way.

Naturally, of course. There is always a limit to strength or anything, and weaknesses do not overpower strengths. basic truth.

However, the moment when qigong reached its realm. At some point, there comes a moment that far transcends normal strength. At some point the force changes from the magnitude nature to the strength nature.

A bullet was held in the general's finger. A dedicated bullet with only increased penetration with the intention of piercing the anti-tank pore somehow, but it is still a long way off.

The general, who exhales qigong with his whole body, took control of the space itself. His bullets couldn't even pierce it.

The general said, spinning the bullet he was holding with his finger.

“What I did was not treason.”

When private duels were rampant in the name of God. A time when it was taken for granted that the strong exploited the weak.

It was around the time that corrupt merchants colluded with the knights with power, realized how to hoard wealth illegally, and spread the evil around the world.

An indiscriminate duel ensued. The weak had to give in to survive. For wealth and fame, the strong sought out those who were weaker than them and who accumulated wealth.

God bless the victors, and the dying are condemned to evil.

“I legitimately applied for a duel against the kingdom. I just won.”

A story that is now known as a legend.

Jeechang stood on the outskirts of the capital city with his feet on his feet and shouted the crest of a duel towards the distant royal castle.

The challenger himself. The target is the kingdom itself.

The most shining knight became a knight of treason.

The knight's twilight and the first morning star that came to mind.

He, who changed history, shrugged his shoulders as if a little disappointed.

“I did, can you not duel against me alone? Doesn't a writer called a knight have that much courage?”

“Is this a provocation?”

The spear flashed without warning from Lord Waltzroy. Even when the general's qigong grabbed the wind, he threw the spear away with his own qigong. A powerful stab to break through only one point. I didn't even count the power.

The general caught the spear lightly with the bullet between his fingers. When the tip of his spear and the tip of the bullet collided precisely, he came to a halt with exquisite balance.

murmured the general.

“The basics are pretty good, but it’s vague. Have you been a little lazy in your training these days? There is no duel, so there is no need to practice.”

“This child!”

Stopped, Lord Baltzroy grabbed the spear and swung it around. He meant to shake off his bullets with a spin.

But his spear did not move. Sir Waltz Roy groaned and twisted his arms. He grabbed and turned, and for a moment concentrated his power and pushed him back.

But the bullet did not budge. The general was receiving that power like a stunt with a short, blunt tip.

The only thing allowed for the knight was to step back.

“Try a little more. You have to give me strength Hold it with both hands.”

The general moved his bullets playfully and followed Sir Waltzroy's spear.

At one point, such a bizarre confrontation ensued.

For a moment, the general's body opened. Sir Waltzroy's expression was dyed with ecstasy.

“You’ve been vigilant, you’re crazy!”

click. Lord Valtzroy pulled something caught on the tip of the spear. Immediately after, the entire window was dyed red with a strong smoke. The window sill sucked in the surrounding air.

The general muttered, feeling something unusual.

“what? Were you distracted?”

Baltzroy's weapon was a spear, but not a spear. It was also a disposable barrel barrel with something built into it so that it could fire just one shot on a hollow spear.

By the time I noticed it, it had already happened right after the explosion.

“Wow.”

With those words, there was a roar. The spear fired the air it sucked in and fired shells from the inside.

The accuracy is poor and the durability is terrible, but only once. Only once, it inflicts a more powerful blow than anything else. The tip of the spear burned red and spit out fierce flames.

One of the treasuries hidden by a knight with self-defeating power.

“what. Do you use guns too?”

Even that. It becomes powerless in front of the strength that has reached the heights.

There is no spear in the general's hand. But it doesn't really matter. He can use even the smallest bullet in his finger like a spear.

The feast unfolded in his hands.

It was a bullet the size of a finger, but the general swung it like a spear and threw it. The shortest spear in the world went up the barrel.

The bullet that was fired with his finger like that went straight through the center of the explosion. Driving a torrent of immense power.

When it comes to guns and cannons, it is nothing more than a steel barrel that blocks all directions and pushes the power of the explosion to one side.

So, simply put, if Qigong is stronger than steel, guns and cannons can be overcome very simply.

The general's qigong was stronger than the gun barrel. Blocked by the storm brought by bullets, the explosion inside the spear spread out like a shard in all directions.

Eventually, the spear that could not withstand the power exploded from the inside. Lord Baltzroy, who had even turned his spleen to nothing, looked down at the spear with a broken middle part with a puzzled face.

“Couldn’t even the knights overcome the flow of the times? Throwing away his spear and using his gun… But my spear won, so maybe the spear is better than the gun after all?”

He had no consciousness that the bullet he had just fired was not a spear, but a bullet. Sir Baltsroy retreated, and stood with his back to the container.

'… grade is different can't win I can't even run away Damn it.'

Realizing the gap, Lord Baltsroy glared at General Pataxion, supported by evil. His heart was not filled with the shame or anger of the loser, but only injustice.

he cried

“Shit. Why, if it were a kingdom, you could live like a king. No, he could have reigned like a god! why! Why did you forsake the kingdom!”

At the cries of those who were expelled from the vested interests, General Patraxion calmly listened.

“If you want to be a god, go into the well and become a god of frogs. What are you doing crawling out of nowhere? If you're going to fight, fight with a strong opponent. Isn't that the true taste of a duel?”

You are just a frog in a well, a saying with such a deep meaning.

The insulted Lord Valtzroy clenched his teeth and muttered lowly.

“… power.”

The resistances were crouching inside the container feeling unusual. They waited in the container for Sir Baltsroy's orders.

Lord Waltzroy, who had called them, murmured with an ominous glow in his eyes.

“Scattered. run away! Take hostage or bounce! You know how to survive!”

At that moment, the Resistance rushed out in all directions like a swarm of rats jumping out of a rat den. While the general looked towards that direction for a moment, Baltzroy smashed the ground.

'hostage! Take the hostage!'

As Lord Waltzroy looked around for the only way to survive, he saw the mother hugging her son. He swung his spear in all directions and immediately moved towards it.

But it didn't last long.

“I thought so.”

General Patraxion's disciple, Colonel Gand, blocked his way. The rustic design of the formal spear lightly lifted the spear of Sir Baltzroy.

Once again, Lord Baltzroy, who was stopped, looked at the Colonel's spear and his eyes widened.

“How dare you use a spear in front of me!”

Even if it's a blast, you can't just lose to that subordinate.

With a half-come, half-sober calculation, Lord Waltzroy stretched out his broken spear. The shortened spear cut through the wind and aimed at Colonel Gand's vital points one after another.

However, Colonel Gand evaded and spilled the paper by a single sheet of paper, and received Sir Waltzroy's attack.

“It was a pity that I couldn’t compete with a knight with a spear after the knight became extinct.”

visor.

Gand, who had shaken off Lord Baltzroy by swinging his ceremonial spear for a long time, muttered indifferently.

“Once I tried it, it was disappointing. Is this all?”

“Thinking about a spear in front of a knight! Pay the price for that arrogance with death… !”

Enraged, Lord Baltzroy raised the Qigong of his body. Making his whole body like a spear, he lowered his body and stabbed him at an angle from the bottom up. Natural flowers bloomed from the tip of the spear with qigong.

His ultimate move, the Goblin Spear. A technique with an embarrassing nickname that it takes one life each time the goblin light flashes.

Gandh stretched out facing each other, looking at the window that was crushing down to his chin in an instant. The spears crossed, and the spear blades were ignoring defense and aimed at each other's lives.

key geek. The windows are scratching each other. Drops of blood dripped down the spear. Victory or defeat was decided by someone's death.

Colonel Gand muttered indifferently.

“It is you. Who is my teacher, who dares to challenge me with a spear?”

“Uh… !”

The voice comes from the neck. So if you have a spear blade stuck in your neck, you can't tell.

So, Lord Baltzroy bit the blood foam without saying anything, and then fell down helplessly. Gand retrieved the spear and spun it around.

General Patraxion strides towards Gand.

“hey. Have you improved your skills? Can I add a star now?”

“Is that the kind of thing that runs when a star asks for it? You need to accumulate majors.”

“What is the major of this guy with some experience? If you want to major, go alone. Because you go with me every day, your major is undermined.”

“How can you go alone if you haven’t learned the seasons from Master yet?”

“What have you entrusted to me? Why are you looking for your feasts from me?”

Colonel Gand looked around for another resistance, but soon realized it was pointless.

This is because the resistances scattered in all directions had already become corpses.

All that was left was me, the captain, and the old engineer. Oh, and by the way, the mother and son who almost became hostages.

The captain shrugged his shoulders in the scene of the slaughter and said in a loud voice.

“Ego. Are you surprised? In fact, I am Captain Pataxion on vacation. He has personal business so he hid his identity wherever he went. Anyone dissatisfied?”

Of course, no one has the guts to step out. Me and the captain shook our heads. At least we had a moderate attitude, the old engineer was so moved that he couldn't breathe at the thought of confronting the legend of the military.

The general turned to me and grinned.

“Hey, bro. Ask me again. A spear or a gun?”

I gladly answered.

“In a nutshell, it’s a window.”