117 – Battle of Soelden Plains (7)
The guy pointed his sword towards me and asked again while clucking.
“I asked you if you were Martin Mayer, who had fun cutting up our kids. Are you deaf by any chance? “I can’t answer.”
When I heard that, I thought for a moment about how to respond.
It was funny that I had to worry about such a cheap provocation, but if I got caught up in those words and got angry…
The guys who are almost losing now are the ones who will feel relieved that my temper was scratched by such abusive language, and that things are going as the captain intended.
It’s like people who get hit by -50% in the stock market and feel reassured by believing that everything will go well because it goes up 1% the next day.
When I responded calmly, he started to get angry, perhaps because he thought his words had been ignored.
“You idiot, are you really afraid of this body and can’t answer?”
No, that’s not really true.
You’re not a sword master like Baron Ainz, you’re just a mercenary leader, so why would I be scared of you?
Furthermore, that guy is acting calm and proud right now, but I tried to maximize my hearing by focusing the aura on my ears.
As the Red Roses are pushing in from our left, we can hear the sound of the Black Brothers mercenaries being pushed back without using their hands or feet.
“Mercenary leader, what on earth is that bastard doing!”
“Support! Support! Why aren’t we getting support? “Damn you damn empire!”
“Hold on! “If you hold out until the end, reinforcements will come!”
Just looking at them, they look like sh*t right now, so why are they pretending to be so proud? It’s almost like they’re bragging.
So, I sighed and said until the floor fell.
“What kind of bullsh*t are you talking about? I’m so weak that I’m about to sigh.”
This time, I pointed the tip of my sword at him and spoke.
“They say that the weaker a puppy is, the more he barks and barks, but it seems like you are also weak and behave really well. Ah, before I die, I need to hear my name. “I am Martin Mayer, the centurion of the Whitebeard Mercenaries.”
Everyone in our mercenary unit burst out laughing at my brilliant wit.
“I heard that it’s always great to see Captain Martin open his mouth.”
“Why, he’s taking two f*cking women with him.”
“I need to learn something too, it’s crazy…”
We guys were holding our bellies and laughing, and the guy who was trying to turn around the already bad atmosphere by putting me down got angry when the atmosphere went in a different direction than he had intended.
So much so that you might think that if you take off that helmet, your face will turn as red as hot iron.
“I am Zeke Vespa, the mercenary leader of the Black Brothers mercenaries. “This is the honor of the person who will knock your bastard head off his shoulder, so remember it well!”
He said that and swung his sword towards me at high speed.
The direction in which the sword is swung is at the bottom right, and the target is my knee…
To speak in such a manner to a subject who was said to cut ‘neck’ is, as expected of a mercenary, extremely despicable.
“Didn’t you say you were going to cut off your head?”
When I blocked his attack, he didn’t respond and continued to push me.
“You son of a b*tch, die!”
Until just now, he was a nobleman who had made a great achievement by killing almost all of the Red Rose mercenaries and was going home in a happy mood.
Because I intervened in the middle, instead of achieving an achievement, he was worried that the mercenary army he had raised with his blood and sweat would melt away in an instant.
A person who doesn’t get angry may be a strange person, but what can you do?
This is a world where mercenaries live, where those who are even the slightest bit weak are eaten.
When I had already exchanged 40 sword strikes with the guy, he must have seen my weakness and struck my neck with a strong aura.
An attack so fast and strong that you may wonder if it transcends the speed of sound.
Until just now, he may have been an incompetent commander who could not use his hands or feet against me, but he was powerful enough to prove that reaching the level of expert was not a waste of effort.
‘It looks like you got the mercenary leader position through a card game?’
After gently countering his attack and neutralizing it, I stared at where Zeke was aiming.
Zeek’s sword is aiming for my armpits.
“Die, Martin Mayer!”
The guy swung his sword even faster, as if he wanted to somehow kill me with this blow.
I think I can tell how much he wants to kill me just by looking at the momentum of the sword cutting through the wind.
“What idiot will die if you ask him to die?”
I took a big step to the left and avoided his attack.
“You naughty bastard!”
Thank you for the compliment, I almost never thought I would avoid this attack.
No matter how expert he was, he launched such a large attack in succession that, as I expected, his posture was completely disturbed.
‘I feel like I want to stab him like this.’
The gap he showed wasn’t very big, so I used my aura with my right foot and kicked his ankle.
“What the f*ck?”
The guy fell to the ground, and I stabbed him hard with my Aura, targeting his vitals.
“Die, you son of a b*tch!”
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But Zeke dodged my attack by rolling on the ground and immediately stood up.
“Have you seen such a dirty and shameful bastard!”
“If you win, that’s enough. Thank you for the compliment, kid.”
“f*ck you, die!”
Even if my ankle was kicked, I wonder if it was sprained or broken…
The guy is completely normal and runs wild, pushing me.
Diagonally up, down left, right, left, and even numerous stab attacks that are thrown irregularly when I block a swing.
The attack that took so much experience and time to kill countless people was quite dangerous, no, it was dangerous enough to threaten my life.
“Get lost, trash!”
Zeek pretended to swing the sword this time and then kicked me in the stomach.
Because I was concentrating my aura on my entire body and wearing armor, I did not receive a fatal blow, but I still felt a shock throughout my body as if I had been hit with a hammer.
The pain was so severe that I almost lost my grip on the sword.
“Ugh, sh*t.”
Still, I didn’t let go of the sword.
Even if my head doesn’t fly off the moment I let go of the sword, this battle will be infinitely disadvantageous for me.
Zeek shouted at me while panting.
“Get some relief now!”
“If things get hard, you die, right?”
Although my whole body ached, I safely took his attack.
Let’s repeat this exchange of attacks dozens, maybe even close to a hundred more times…
Zeke clicked his tongue and widened the distance between me.
“hehehe, I wasn’t going to use this… But this guy’s luck is really good.”
“Are you planning on using a special move?”
There’s no way I’m going to use my special move obediently here…
“Yes, if it’s a special move, it’s a special move. “I never thought I would use it on you.”
…… You crazy bastard, why are you suddenly making such a fuss about using a special move?
“My level is still low, but if it’s just once, or just for a moment. “You can use techniques that can only be used if you are at the intermediate level of Expert.”
At the same time as he said those words, he released his aura with great force, and red flames bloomed from the sword he was holding, engulfing the entire area.
… It is said that when he reaches the expert intermediate level, he can increase his power by wrapping the sword with attributes that reproduce the fundamentals of his own mind.
Is Zeke now able to use that kind of power?
I tightened my tension even more and then stared straight at him.
“Die now!”
Zeek’s sword fell straight toward my head.
The speed at which the sword was swung didn’t seem to be much different from before, so I tried to block his attacks as I had done so far.
“Ouch, it’s hot!”
Even though I only blocked one attack, I felt a momentary burning pain due to the heat radiating from the sword.
“The efficiency is a bit low, but the power is certain. “You little brat!”
After that, I exchanged swords with him dozens of times.
Up until now, when striking a sword, all you had to do was receive the kinetic energy and weight of Zeke’s sword…
When I struck back at the sword wrapped in flames, I felt my stamina gradually being eroded by the heat…
“Ugh.”
It’s a shame that I’m wearing armor mixed with a little mithril, if only I was wearing regular steel armor…
The flames surrounding his sword heated up his armor, so he may have already suffered mild burns all over his body.
At the level of an expert, where small changes in physical condition can greatly determine one’s skills, if I suffer ‘whole body burns’, my body will not be able to keep up with his movements.
Considering that my head could be blown off as a result…
‘I guess I shouldn’t waste money on armor.’
Thinking like that, I thought about how I could counter his attack.
“Die! Martin Mayer!”
The guy continued to attack me with a sword wrapped in flames.
“f*ck.”
I heard that doing that increases the power of the sword, but it also consumes a lot of aurors…
Why on earth is that guy still fine? Hasn’t much time passed yet?
After thinking about it for a while, it occurred to me that I could turn this situation around.
‘Yes, I had a ring, right?’