Northern Road-4
The situation was still going the way Adele thought, but Lotos, who was watching it, was still trembling.
I wondered if this was right, and I had to look at the sword skill last time, but that didn’t mean Bunta was a skill to be ignored.
Aren’t they the ones closest to Adele in terms of skills, even though they have stupid brains?
Of course, choosing a bunta was a failure.
Lotos, who had a slightly worried expression, let out a small sigh.
Then he quietly approached Robert and let out a clearing of his throat.
“Big, big.”
Robert looked at such Lotos quietly. I roughly knew what to say.
Is it really okay, wouldn’t it be better to choose someone else- I smiled a little while listening to the words.
Originally, he would have been very uncomfortable with himself, but as much as he judged him to be Adele’s lover, it would be his convenience.
He knew that Bunta was at his best here.
Rather, it was chosen for that reason.
If you choose someone else, time will be dragged down by various trapping techniques,
Fighting against a simple ignorant person like Boon-ta was somehow easier to show the difference in skill.
Now that he had not accumulated much mana, he could not fight for very long.
So, it was better to show it briefly and intensely if possible.
Grabbing skills…if you use it, it’ll be time consuming. However, it was difficult to make a good impression on them.
Fierce like a wolf, fierce like the north wind, is probably the strength that is easy to be recognized by them.
As I left the banquet hall and headed towards the empty lot, my heart pounded slightly.
Even though it was just a verification process that I always did, I used to feel this feeling at this moment.
“It will be fine.”
“yes?”
“At least it won’t disappoint, so it means it’s okay to trust and watch.”
Having said that, Robert drew out his sword.
A strange wind rose from the light and cheerful foot sword.
Seeing that he was still relaxed and had a calm expression on his face, Lotos shook his head and let out a sigh.
When you see a face like that, isn’t it like looking at the grand duke?
I must have been born in a different place and lived a different life.
Lotos, who narrowed his eyes with a strange sense of deja vu, raised both hands as if he had finally lost.
“You know what to do. I’m obviously dry. If things go wrong later, it’s not my fault, is it?”
“All right. So, are you fighting here?”
“…yes, Bunta will come soon.”
An open space where people sit in a circle. Robert looked around and asked back.
The faces of those who had just enjoyed the banquet were filled with strange joy.
Since the stranger who arrived today fought like this, it would have been considered a pleasant spectacle from their point of view.
If possible, Bunta would have killed the stranger.
Robert smiled lightly at the thought that suddenly came to his mind, and then quietly began to raise the mana in his body.
A streak of blue light rose in the darkness.
People’s eyes lurked with wonder for a while, and then they exclaimed again at the giant in the distance.
A gigantic ax that would not be strange even if it split a person at once was a symbol of fear in itself.
Swallowing his breath, Lotos looked at Robert’s complexion.
He thought he might have been frightened, but he just laughed bitterly and stepped back.
“…is that the young master?”
I wouldn’t mind seeing that At this point, who should be called the young master?
As he stepped back and blended in with the crowd, Lotos’ gaze was still on Robert.
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The situation was very different from when dealing with the assassin.
At that time, I fought while controlling Arwen properly so that he would not wake up, but this time it would be better to show my skills intact.
Of course, I thought of hiding it to some extent depending on the situation.
He was confident that he could overwhelm him even if he hid it, so he slowly injected mana into the sword and looked around.
‘I still use an axe.’
Dozens of people die every time you swing an axe.
I was the one who saw the scene directly from the side, but that’s why I was confident to avoid that axe.
My physical condition…well, it wasn’t bad at all.
At least, isn’t it much better than when I first regressed?
Since dealing with the assassin, he had been working out steadily, so his senses were back a lot compared to before.
Still, it’s a lot worse than the time when I swung the sword all day long.
Even in all my life, it is hard to find a time when I was as good as that time, so I can’t help it.
Tuk-tuk, leaping into the air several times and swinging the sword.
As magic power dwells in the sword that stabs horizontally and vertically, a blue trail is drawn, and a small exclamation bursts out.
This was the move I wanted to show Bunta.
Be vigilant, strike with all your might, not swing in vain.
Since putting magic into a sword is not something anyone can do, he stopped moving when he realized that Bunta’s eyes had become more serious.
“I think we can start soon.”
“is it? You won’t have to lend me your sword this time.”
“This is pretty useful too, so it doesn’t matter.”
Adele nodded and confirmed Bunta’s condition as well.
He grabbed an ax that was much taller than he was and swung it a few times, then started returning to his original position after seeing that there was no problem.
It was a round vacant lot, but even there, Adele, who was sitting on the highest seat, opened her mouth with a crooked posture.
“A fight ends when one side declares surrender or drops its weapon. Hopefully no one gets hurt. Then there will be no problem if we start right away, right?”
No one answered, but Adele immediately announced the start of the fight.
Boo Woo-
I gripped my sword at the sound of the trumpet blowing again.
By the end of the trumpet sound, the surroundings became quiet, and only the sound of its own beat could be heard.
Rustling, the sound of feet moving and brushing the ground.
The wind blew, gently sweeping my entire body once, and I could feel it passing by.
widely.
I could see Bunta kicking the ground, but it seemed infinitely slow.
The awakening of the brain due to magical powers and the heightened senses showed the path of how a human called Bunta would move.
There was something I could see even with my eyes closed.
Isn’t it possible to read the ‘direction’ just by twisting the weeds that step on the ground and tearing them apart.
As I lowered my head, a huge whirlwind blew up.
The ax wielded by the 9-cheok giant was literally close to destruction, so a snort came out of Bunta’s mouth when he realized that he had narrowly avoided it.
“Huh!”
thud! A small crack opened as the ax hit the ground.
You didn’t have to put a lot of effort into avoiding it.
Moderately, barely. This impassable gap is something that cannot be faked.
A way to keep my strength intact and at the same time make my impatient temper a little irritating.
As the ax whizzed through the air around me, my sword also pounded Bunta’s armor.
do not cut It could be cut if it contained magic, but in the first place, this was sparring.
Even if you try to cut a gap here, others won’t see it very well.
And it wasn’t even that powerful. If you put magic into a sword and use it, it’s the most certain time.
It will be enough when I can seize the victory and drive.
It was a little later that I, who had been avoiding attacks, mixed swords.
Some of Bunta’s attacks were a bit simple, but it was because he now had a sense of how to wield them appropriately according to Bunta’s power.
It was Bunta’s body that was pushed away whenever the weapons collided with a roar.
One step, one more step. It was noticeable that Bunta’s brow furrowed every time he moved forward.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“There is no such enemy!”
Kkang-
He thrusts his sword toward Bunta’s arm, then smiles slightly.
As time passed, it must have been Bunta that his strength was increasing.
Concentrating on hitting an opponent who was narrowly avoiding, he must have been much more nervous than on the battlefield wielding recklessly.
Boooung-
do not reach
Even though I was clad in a cumbersome cloak, Bunta’s ax couldn’t even graze the collar.
With each step, Bunta’s body was pushed back.
As I moved my center of gravity further forward and pointed my sword toward my staggering body, the small roar of Bunta soon widened the distance from me.
Looking around, he seemed to realize that the aspect of this fight itself was very twisted.
It was still quiet, but their faces no longer had the confidence to promise Bunta’s victory.
Rather, looking at me, I was just looking at the sword that the existence of me was throwing out.
I stare intently at Bunta, who exhales furiously and exhales.
“Whoa!”
Exhaling his fast breathing again, Bunta, who had a rather serious expression, corrected his posture.
With one hand outstretched forward, the ax held behind savagely sliced through the air.
Occasionally, when Bunta fought one-on-one, this was the posture he often took out.
The mana rising from his body rose like steam, and eventually mixed with his sweat to emit blue steam.
“Oh oh…!”
Like a living flame, it was a matter of seconds for Bunta’s body to come closer, once again emitting ferocious force.
Caang-! Exclamation burst from people’s mouths at a completely different power than before.
Every time the sword and ax collided, sparks burst out, and the place where the foot stamped was dented and made a pit.
The land, which had always been tidy, was dug here and there and became messy.
Every time he swung his sword, the surrounding soil was fluttering.
Bunta’s body was no longer pushed back.
However, that alone would be humiliating to him, so Bunta’s body, which always thought of rushing forward, hesitated for the first time.
“Big!”
Gigiggeek, the difference between winning and losing was something that happened in an instant.
A moment’s hesitation breaks the balance of the body, and an attack that breaks the balance cannot contain its full power.
I eat and laugh. I moved my arm along the direction of the ‘trajectory’ that passed my eyes for a moment.
Cheak, the armor that had been cut off the chest was gently cut off.
The cut was so severe that there was no scar, so no blood came out.
Bunta, as if quite startled by the attack, swung his ax wide and pulled me away.
The sound of gasping for breath filled the surroundings.
…However, it was only Bunta’s.
Bunta’s eyes flickered when he saw me not sweating.
The appearance of a warrior who has lost confidence is truly shabby.
A primal instinct for the unknown that the methods that have been used for so long do not work.
Once again, Bunta, who gritted his teeth, corrected his axe.
Seeing that, people started cheering again, but that was all.
Most of them, at least those with a good understanding of combat would have realized it.
Victory has already passed to me.
and grabbed the sword.
I grabbed the sword I had fought with both hands with one hand, and resonated with the magic held in my heart.
As soon as I took a step, a blue flash wrapped around my body.
A group of blue lights began to appear on the snowfield, which was only pure white.
It was a flash that was paler than moonlight and bluer than water.
Originally, magical power was so pure. It’s not magic to simply put on a sword.
Sword skill is just one of the uses of magical power, so why focus only on that?
Wasn’t the sword just a tool, a means to help the will to cut?
“If so, I will go.”
At my muttering, Bunta straightened her posture.
However, this next attack is not something that can be prevented.
The reason I saved my magic was for this single blow, so I took a step forward.
There was a time when I was crazy about the sword.
There was a time when I felt skeptical about everything I had pursued in my life, so I abandoned everything and lived only looking at the sword.
What I only realized right before I died from Mirazen,
It was only at the moment when his life of relying on the sword was coming to an end that he realized what the sword meant.
If you want to cut, there is nothing you cannot cut.
Even if it’s just a tree branch in your hand, if you want to cut it down, even a mountain will be cut down.
Even more so if it was a sword, what could it not cut?
Swoop.
The sword that cut through the air draws a flash of light.
Like a meteor crossing the night sky, there was silence for a moment as the sword drew a long trajectory alone.
The cheers of the people cheering Bunta and the sound of clapping for my performance all cut off and disappear.
Only one line drawn by the sword remained.
The only result was that the ax was broken and only the armor was neatly cut without a single wound.
Silence passed. In the silence where no one could even breathe, it was Adele who finally opened her mouth.
A voice that was slightly more refreshed than usual and seemed quite satisfied split the crowd.
“It’s over.”
Bunta dropped her weapon, and I still held my sword.
Cheers burst out at the result that did not change even after the blue flash was withdrawn.
Perhaps because of the use of magic, I raised my stiff head and looked up at the sky.
The stars haven’t changed. On the day I remember, it hasn’t changed that it’s me standing there.
When Bunta collapsed, I breathed out with a faint smile.
The only thing that filled my eyes was the pitch-black night sky, not at all different from that day, and I was able to smile at least a little with a sense of satisfaction.