186. best swordsman
[Status Window]
Name: Buske
Race: Skeleton – Human
belong: –
Talent: Genius
Stats:
(Most of the stats are sealed due to the acquired attribute [Undead].)
Strength – Level 1 (Sealed)
Agility – Level 1 (Sealed)
Stamina – Level 1 (Sealed)
Toughness – Level 1 (Sealed)
Magical Power – Level 1 (Sealed)
Congenital traits:
[great genius]
Acquired traits:
[The Way of the Sword]
[Undead]
skill:
(Most of the stats are sealed due to the acquired attribute [Undead].)
[Swordsmanship Lv.9 Rate.S] (Sealed)
[Mana Technique Lv.1 Rate.C] (Sealed)
[The Power of Spirituality Lv.- Rate.A]
Do-yoon rushed to look at the status window, doubting his own eyes.
‘Swordsmanship level 9?’
Since he was born as a human and only trained with a sword, it is a very simple status window.
However, the main [swordsmanship] was astonishing.
It is a status window that has been sealed so strongly that all stats and skills drop to level 1. However, only swordsmanship is at level 9 even though it is sealed. It was the same level that Doyoon had achieved in the last Demon King match.
‘Then, the original level is…’
What level was the original swordsmanship without a seal?
He grinned.
Do-yoon was also the first match he faced after reaching level 9 in swordsmanship. It was an opportunity to check the level of swordsmanship that had risen through enlightenment. He tried to calm his burning fighting spirit.
While he was thinking about it, the distance between the two had completely narrowed. Blue flames burned from Busker’s eye sockets, and golden eyes flashed from Doyoon’s eyes.
Brudet’s eyes also widened.
‘It is a moment of great clash that should never be missed.’
He stared at the two strongest swordsmen with all his might.
Since it was a swordsmanship sparring with Busker whose power was sealed, Doyoon only moved a very small amount of mana equivalent to level 1. Strength, agility, etc. were also restricted, and only the sword itself was gripped.
Each sword moved like that, and the first battle began.
Doyun’s sword was swung from the top down, and Busker’s sword was swung from the bottom up.
The swordsmanship of the two, who looked alike like decalcomani, seemed to meet on a line that was exactly horizontal to the ground, but soon passed as if a sheet of paper was in between them.
Both of them drained the opponent’s attack at the perfect timing. As a result, the black faces of the two passing by completely overlapped at one point, and at that moment, each person’s eyes shone.
[Buske’s style of swordsmanship – swordsmanship]
[Buske’s style of swordsmanship – swordsmanship]
Kiyiing-
The sword dance of two swordsmen worthy of being called the wise men of the sword. It was not something that could be expressed in simple language such as simple blocking and cutting.
The two read each other’s successive numbers through the [sword mirror], and in that short moment, they engaged in an endless battle of numbers as if playing Go in their heads.
Their swordsmanship was already close to a study in itself, not a simple martial art.
As the attacks from both sides were released at the same time according to the trick of the grafting of the flower, the power returned to the opponent gently collided with each other.
The two swords that met on a single line bounced off as if they were bending in the direction of travel.
Toung-
The two did not retrieve the sword. Even the power that bounced off was used as a sword path without wasting a word.
Doyoon swung his sword downward. He lowered his body and twisted his wrist deftly, twisting the downward inertia of the sword.
The anti-elasticity changed direction from Doyoon’s wrist and rose from the bottom to the top. Then, following the sword body that had already been raised toward Busker, he accelerated the piercing sword.
The moment Doyoon’s momentum reached the tip of the sword, a flash of light burst from the sword.
No, it wasn’t light, it was a sword strike that split into countless numbers like beams of light.
It was an improved version of a technique that discharged numerous thrusts from a single sword strike and struck a wide area.
[Războinic’s style of swordsmanship – Gaehwa: One-sided concentration]
Each stab erupted from the tip of the sword became a sharp awl and rose towards Busker.
Busker swung his sword upward. He moved his finger bones with precision and rotated the sword that had been raised above his head.
The tip of the sword, which moved smoothly, pointed downward before I knew it. His hand bones gripped the sword in reverse. The upward momentum was used for rotation as it was.
Busker slashed his sword downwards to the ground. As if he had no intention of blocking the attack, the sword descending vertically to the ground passed through the slanting thrusts towards Busker.
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Just as Doyoon’s attack was about to reach his nose, the tip of Busker’s sword stuck into the ground.
Pak.
[Buske’s Style Swordsmanship – Declaration]
In a moment so brief that Doyoon’s sword seemed to have stopped, a hemispherical area spread out from the point where the sword was stamped.
Saaaa-
The momentarily lowered temperature chilled the two swords.
The time that seemed to have stopped passed again, and the two swords moved again.
Busker’s sword was slow. In addition, the distance to move was too far to block the attack. While his sword had now come out of the ground, Doyoon’s swordplay was already on the verge of digging into Busker’s cheekbones.
However, as the realm unfolded, Busker’s sword changed in an instant.
Paradoxically, his sword moved before Doyoon’s.
Busker’s sword drew a clear line, cutting off Doyoon’s sword strikes one by one. It was slower than Doyoon’s stabbing.
Doyoon’s sword was so fast that it seemed to have compressed time. It was clearly a thrust from a single sword, but it was as if they were fired at the same time.
And Busker’s sword was so slow that it seemed as if time had been stretched. The stabs were obviously coming in at the same time, but I knocked them out one by one.
It was as if they both existed at different times.
The metallic sound that rang in succession was so fleeting that it overlapped as if there had been only one collision.
Caang-!
The two moved their swords again without wasting a single point of strength. As if moving a brush, he painted with a sword as if he were painting long lines of ink.
With her eyes wide open, Brudet pursued Doyoon’s sword, which tore apart the area leaving numerous afterimages, and Busker’s sword, which cut the space with a single line.
Kakaka River-!
visor! jjaeng-
As Busker’s sword slowed down, Doyun’s sword became faster.
Doyoon moved dazzlingly by performing a loose ballnik style mixed with the footwork and chess of many geniuses he had met for 200 years. With his unique movement, he freely changed the sword’s acceleration and trajectory and swung the sword as if dancing. Power and speed were added to each sword strike, and it rushed towards Busker like a storm.
Busker moved smoothly, spreading the one swordsmanship that he had been walking on his own, the Busker ceremony. The dizzy sword was simple and slow. However, he did not follow Doyoon’s movements. Even though he looked infinitely slower than Doyoon, he was blocking all of Doyoon’s swords.
His body, made of thin bones, looked as if it would break at any moment. However, the hand holding the sword was firm, and the body that moved the sword did not shake.
Even though Doyoon was completely limiting his stats and other skills, Busker’s majesty, standing on equal footing with him, the strongest in the union, with the body of an undead was truly amazing.
The two of them, fighting swords for the first time in 100 years, moved their bodies with great excitement. Whether 100 years ago or now, the two were the only rivals who could compete equally with each other.
‘Also…’
‘Also.’
Both thought at the same time.
‘ ‘It’s like my friend.’ ‘
The eyes of the two men shone blue and gold.
After clashing their swords countless times, they faced each other again in the center, and finally got into a posture and swung their swords.
The two swords collided in an X shape in the air.
Kaaang-!
The shock wave that spreads like a resonance washed away the anticipation left in the air. The dirt on the training ground floor was cut into the air and raised dust.
After that workshop, Doyoon and Busker stopped their swords.
The deep reverberation generated at the intersection traveled through their swords, their wrists, arms and shoulders and resonated in their hearts. It was a conversation between the two with swords, just like 100 years ago.
“…thank you for your effort.”
With Brudet’s words ending, the two swordsmen withdrew their swords.
It was a dance that could truly be said to be ‘good’, leaving a deep aftertaste for all three.
‘These two are really…’
Brudet gulped down her saliva with her throat quivering with trepidation.
It was Brudet who had achieved remarkable growth and gained some confidence in her skills. It was because he himself felt that he was gradually approaching the level of his father 100 years ago.
But today, Brudet was able to clearly engrave the word humility in her heart.
The dance of the two elders was like a signpost telling him that he still had a long way to go.
The sparks went out in Busker’s eye sockets.
“…I used up all my strength.”
“Your stamina is poor.”
Doyoon clicked his tongue.
The power that Busker had accumulated was the morale that was created by slaying all the monsters on the path while returning the other day.
However, the cost of so many deaths was only this short one-time fight.
“How much force do you need to show what you said?”
“There really has to be a war, and that can only be shown once and for all.”
“Tsk, tantalizing.”
Doyoon scratched the handle with his fingertips.
Even as he spoke, his fingertips resting on the doorknob were trembling weakly with anticipation.
Even though he became undead, and even though he used his power for a while, he was on a par with Doyoon.
If so, what will he show if he can really do his best?
‘Really… more than me in my prime?’
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Just yesterday, the launch date was delivered. War was right around the corner.
Do-yoon couldn’t stand it because his heart was pounding at the sword he would see someday.
He was eagerly awaiting the forthcoming departure.