Academy's Genius Swordmaster

Chapter 328

[Abduction 12. Swordsman (2) ]

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“I don’t know how much. It’s something I’ve enjoyed.”

Jaifa said. His pupils, which let out a grim smile, were completely narrowed vertically. A murderous breath that seemed to squeeze his lungs was spreading throughout the arena.

“How...”

sighed Schlieffen, who had spat out blood. I couldn’t believe it even when I saw it with my own eyes. Zaifa’s injury was not something that could be overcome with grit.

Dark red blood was dripping from his entire body, which had become tattered. The tail that had been stabbed by the fail rod was cut off and was lying on the floor. Judging by the clean cut, it seemed as if it had been cut by itself in a whirlwind.

“It is dangerous.”

Nabi Roze bit his lip. Unknowingly, she raised her hand and touched the scar on her collarbone. It was the traces of having been beaten by Zaifa in the Sword Saint Final Match the other day. It was Zaifa in that state that defeated him.

“Whoa...”

Schlieffen caught his breath. The pain that seemed like my spine would be cut off also subsided to some extent as time passed.

Stay calm. If you don’t hurry as long as you hit effective hits, the odds are overflowing. It was in the midst of a tense confrontation.

“I can still play more. huh?”

After saying that, Zaifa suddenly lowered her body. Touching the ground with both hands was a posture reminiscent of a beast before attacking its prey. Schlieffen, who was about to turn his sword into wind, hesitated.

‘Dangerous.’

The intuition that had brought him to this point warned him. I can’t make that choice right now. It was the moment when Schlieffen, who had received an aura, instinctively raised his sword. Wow! A sound like thunderbolts struck my eardrums. Zaifa, who appeared in front of him before he knew it, exclaimed in admiration.

“Awesome. Did you read this?”

“What speed...!”

Schlieffen gritted his teeth. Five claws bent like hooks were engaged with the Pale Rod. The hand holding the hilt was vibrating as if it would break at any moment.

The distance of more than fifty steps had lost its meaning and had narrowed. A crack resembling a spider’s web remained on the cobblestone where Zaifa had stood. It was a sign of leaping and pressing down with tremendous leg power. Since Zaifa had two hands, the next attack came right away. Chew! A claw that rose obliquely from the lower left scratched Schlieffen’s chest.

“Keugh!”

Blood spattered. It wasn’t deep, but it was painful enough. Schlieffen, who narrowly survived, swung his sword as if to shake it off. Caang! Zaifa, who lightly deflected the sword, roared loudly.

“Put on your leftovers and attack properly!”

bang! The sword and claws touched, and lightning struck again. Schlieffen twisted his lips at the successive attacks. It was unbelievable that the enemy had abandoned his weapon. Zaifa’s attack was more dangerous and sharper than when he heard the sword.

There was no time to turn the blade into wind. Finally giving up, he straightened up and responded. Zaifa with her claws up was certainly fast, but Schlieffen was not pushed back when it came to speed.

Every time the claws and blades collided, sparks bloomed in the air. It was in the middle of dozens of sword attacks that would be difficult for ordinary people to even perceive. Pooh! A fountain of blood splattered on Zaifa’s shoulder blades. The corners of his mouth went up bizarrely.

“Kha, that’s the recipe!”

“you...!”

Schlieffen’s eyes widened. It was an attack that was expected to be blocked. After exchanging sums a few more times, he opened his mouth.

“...Sword Saint. Abstain.”

“Are my ears wrong? What did you say now, kid?”

“I was forced to abstain. Are you thinking of dying?”

“Your notice is unnecessarily fast again.”

Zaifa laughed. Schlieffen’s face hardened. Again, his physical condition was far from normal.

Come to think of it, there was no way I could be fine. What Jaifa was hit with was a whirlwind that shattered six of Nebula Klazie’s executives. The wounds from the blizzard were eating away at his life in real time.

If the game continued like this, it could really go wrong. This was the place where the first sword of the Empire was decided, not an illegal gladiatorial arena where murder was committed. However, Zaifa seemed to have a different meaning.

Iril was in tears, but Ronan was adamant. It was really painful to see my sister grieving, but this time I couldn’t help it. Ronan, who seated her again, continued.

“Why the hell are you doing that...? Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

“If you’re afraid of that, you can’t be a swordsman. It may be hard to understand, but just watch...and don’t worry too much.”

“...huh?”

“That Schlieffen bastard has a reason to win.”

Irill tilted his head, but Ronan smiled silently. He remembered Schlieffen’s oath to him.

said the idiot Unless you become the strongest swordsman, you have no right to declare that you will protect this sheep for the rest of your life. For Schlieffen, marriage meant that. The battle was intensifying. Ronan crossed his arms and muttered, fixing his eyes on the two of them.

“Win it. Schlieffen.”

I didn’t know that I would be rooting for the guy who would live and take his sister. Still, I couldn’t help it. Because it seemed that no one better than that would appear on the continent for the next hundred years.

Schlieffen and Zaifa, now rags, were in the middle of throwing their swords and claws at each other. For an instant, Zaifa’s eyes blurred.

“Kuh...”

It was a side effect of shedding too much blood. for a moment. His posture, which had been in power for a very short time, was disturbed. It was a moment that would be a waste to even call it a moment, but Schlieffen did not miss the opportunity. A scream erupted from his mouth as he gripped the hilt with both hands.

“Haaaaaaaa!”

A sharp thrust aimed at Jaipa’s heart. At this rate, the sword would reach faster than the fist. But Zaifa did not stop. Pooh! As the sword pierced his chest, a huge fist struck Schlieffen’s forehead. The sword narrowly missed the heart, but the fist undoubtedly shattered the bone pain. It’s over. Zaifa, who had been talking so much, was about to raise the corner of her mouth. Suaa...Schlieffen’s shape disappeared like ashes blown away by the wind.

“What...!”

Zaifa’s eyes widened. He belatedly noticed that the fail rod that pierced his chest had disappeared. In the first place, Schlieffen did not stand in front of him. It was just a trick using the wind.

‘Then where is it?’

Zaifa’s hair stood on end. Suddenly, I felt someone’s presence behind me. It was the moment when Zaifa, sensing a crisis, turned around. Sugak! A surge of slashes like a comet slashed through his side.

“...Cheuk!”

Blood gushed from Zaifa’s mouth. This blow was fatal. No sound could be heard from the audience seats. Schlieffen, who rushed with a sword strike, landed twenty feet away.

“Ugh.”

Schlieffen stumbled. He rammed the tip of his sword into the ground and barely escaped falling. Zaifa did not move as it was in the position where his side was cut.

“Blood is the tears of a knife.”

After being silent for a moment, he opened his mouth with his back to Schlieffen. Dark red blood was dripping down the sharp fingernails. It was not clear which of the two belonged to it. A cracked voice asked a question.

“Can you handle those tears?”

It was a word with many meanings. Once a father and head of the Northern Beast Alliance of hunters, now the sword of the emperor, he has literally countless cuts he has made.

The knife’s tears were death. Sword Saint is the best sword in the empire. It meant the person who was the strongest and had to shed the most tears.

And no one could say with certainty that the current peace would last forever. Zaifa was asking about responsibility. About the burden that I will probably have to carry forever. Schlieffen, who was silent for a moment, opened his mouth.

“yes.”

It was a voice without hesitation. Schlieffen’s eyes stayed on the audience, to be exact, on Iril and his friends who were sitting there. No matter how heavy and heavy the choices are, the faces of the loved ones always gave confidence and courage. Looking back at Zaifa, he shook his head.

“Anything to protect.”

“...joy.”

Jaifa laughed. His slowly leaning body fell to the floor from the back. A dazzlingly blue sky stretched overhead. The cumulonimbus clouds they tore apart were now flocks of dozens of sheep playing in the wind.

Normally, I would pass by without thinking about it, but today it felt somehow refreshing. The clouds that lost their shape and scattered randomly looked exceptionally free.

Schlieffen, who staggered in front of him, sent a sword. It was polite to be together, but unfortunately, I didn’t have the strength left. Expressing regret by slightly raising his hand, he muttered with his eyes closed.

“I lost. Sword Saint.”