9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword - Chapter 427

Episode 427

Episode 137. Jetten Knight Exhibition (3)

Gooooooo…!

A sad aura flowed down Yuma’s body. Then, the surrounding pressure rose rapidly and the ground began to vibrate.

Huddeuk… The stone fragments that could not withstand the pressure continued to rise into the air on the air current of the aura.

“As you wish, I will formally respond to the knight war. But I can’t follow the tradition of showing mercy to those who remain behind the bodies of the losers.”

As Yuma and Damien’s energy met, the ground beneath them exploded as if it had been scratched, and sharp-shattered rocks splattered.

Even the rocks bounced off by the force of the collision of the auras contained power that an ordinary soldier could not receive.

Yuma’s blue aura slowly dyed Damian’s pure white light. Yuma had a calm expression, and Damian narrowed his forehead and raised his strength even more.

“Yes, Yuma Drake. It’s a childish show off, but if it’s you, you deserve this level of leisure.”

Damian, who was slightly behind his momentum, said with a fishy smile.

But I couldn’t read a look of bewilderment or fear on his face.

worth fighting for

Damian had judged that. It is said that Yuma, who had just become the eighth grandmaster, couldn’t escape his imagination.

but aside from that.

After confirming Yuma’s aura, Damian quickly recognized that he had no choice but to be in the position of a ‘challenger’ thoroughly.

grand master. Not long ago in the present age, his father, Duran Zak, and the Ogre Slayer of Magic. A title granted to only two people.

Damian gritted his teeth and had no choice but to admit that the title was not excessive for Yuma.

“Grand Master…. I’ve spent my whole life with my father, but he’s a formidable force no matter what. Just admit it.”

first attack.

If you are a challenger, you should, of course, extend your sword towards the person standing at the top. Damian kicked the ground, exploding the aura that covered the air in an instant.

The ground collapsed, and the next moment his body had to be thrown right in front of Yuma’s nose. And if you put your sword through Yuma’s face and he defends it…

“You’re still mistaken, Damian.”

Yuma speaks calmly.

He clearly stepped forward with all his might, but the distance between himself and Yuma was still the same. The few workshops I thought of in my head became meaningless.

At that moment, the emotion that filled Damian’s head was embarrassment. The feet didn’t move.

It was a phenomenon stemming from Damien’s body judging the current confrontation situation more accurately than his head.

Damian’s body, who was born as Duran Zak’s son and has lived holding a sword for the rest of his life since he was a child.

His legs stiffened as he sent a signal that he would surely die if he headed toward Yuma now.

“You must have been with my mentor, the King of Knights, Duran Jacques, all your life, but did you think that you would be able to extend your sword to me just once?”

Wow!

Yuma’s energy, which had been slightly superior to Damian until just now, suddenly began to expand its territory as if it were multiplying endlessly.

It was like a volcano erupting between the auras that spread in the air.

The entire plain in front of the gate of the Jacques turned upside down as if it had been bombed, and a shock that could be called an earthquake followed.

Good luck!

The ground twisted and cracks appeared on the walls of the Zach family like lightning. Part of the wall collapsed and flowed down like water, and soon the central watchtower, the symbol of the castle, broke and fell to the ground.

The entire castle, which had been treated with the highest level of strong magic, was groaning as if it were about to collapse from Yuma’s energy. It’s called tangible power, but it’s just energy.

By that time, Damian turned around and looked at the castle with a dazed face.

The castle of the Zach family, which has been said to be the strongest iron castle in the empire, is collapsing.

It was unacceptable for a warrior to turn his head in front of an enemy. If Yuma had made up his mind, the match would have already been decided at that point.

However, Yuma simply left Damian alone, who showed an absurd gap, and said this.

“If you have hidden power, bring it out now. What you left behind as a trump card, and a special ability that I thought I would not have expected. Take them all out now and spread them out in front of me.”

This is the last time I give you a chance. You wouldn’t dare mix swords with me more than five times.

When Yuma continued, Damian still had his eyes wide open in disbelief. As soon as I witnessed Yuma’s power far beyond my expectations, I burst out laughing.

“Haha… I guess I didn’t know my father very well all my life…

I was only vaguely aware that the world’s strongest knight was my father.

Damian had absolutely no idea what kind of existence the superman called ‘Grand Master’ was.

Damian, who had not lost his confidence until just now, gave a self-deprecating smile.

Even after receiving such tremendous power from Rizol…the fact that he couldn’t reach the place where his father and Yuma were standing was disheartening.

Or because I couldn’t understand the supernatural power of those who stood there looking down at everyone without receiving any strength from Rizol.

And he might regret turning his back on Zach for the first time today.

He didn’t even know that that feeling had been in his heart ever since he left the capital with the knights.

Questions and convictions that quickly took over Damian’s mind like lightning.

It soon became the realization of ‘unmanned Demian’.

“There is no more hidden power, Yuma.”

Caen.

Damian said as he dropped the sword of light he was holding in his hand.

“Even what I could call a trump card would have no meaning when fighting you.”

Saying that, Damian put his hand on his waist.

“I don’t think I’ll need the special ability that Risol gave me for this fight.”

Sureureung!

A new sword that just came out of the scabbard.

No, the sword he used from the moment he became the standard bearer of the Zac family. Damian discarded the sword of light and took out the sword.

“I told you to take them all out.

Standing face to face with you like this, I have nothing left.”

Damian corrected his posture.

Among the swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation by Zach, it was the most basic attack posture. One foot slightly stretched forward and positioned so that it drew an oblique line from the center of the body so that the sword could be raised at any time.

The aura of light that Damian spread was quickly fading.

Yuma’s blue aura began to pierce fiercely into the empty air where the pure white aura had gone. It seemed like Mian’s body would be ripped apart at any moment.

If the power of light is not spread, as soon as it touches Yuma’s energy, the whole body will actually be ground in the blink of an eye.

But even in the next moment when the aura seemed to touch Damian’s body.

Damian was glaring at Yuma while maintaining Zach’s basic posture.

It was as if a huge stream of water passed by without being able to sweep away a small branch of a tree.

“Instead, I will show you what was once… my pride.”

Damian said, taking a step forward.

A sword descending obliquely from the center of his body began to glow sharply.

that single sword.

It was a sword made by Orihalcon, forged in the exact same shape as Ascalon.

A sword made by direct blacksmiths as soon as he became the standard bearer of the family at the age of 14 and had the right to engrave his name with Zach.

It is the desire to have the best sword in the family.

A passion to worship the name of Jacques forever.

A desire to place under his banner all who bear the name of Jacques.

It was itself.

“Five is too many to show me.”

One attack is enough.

This once is enough for the words of those who lost their pride due to false power, lost their confidence due to vain desire, and lost their flesh and blood due to wrong choices.

Damian, swallowing his backbiting, rushed towards Yuma with all his might.

“Aaaaa!”

Even after the power of light was withdrawn, Damian’s body was not torn apart by Yuma’s energy.

It was nothing more than a miracle caused by a momentary step forward from the enlightenment he had just gained.

Having attained enlightenment did not suddenly give rise to power that was not there. Just because I saw a new horizon through him did not mean that my infinitely lacking capabilities were filled to the end.

“Kaaak!”

Damian continued to sprint towards Yuma.

The miracle of enlightenment is over.

Damien’s body began to be torn apart by Yuma’s energy, which still filled the air as if it were about to swallow it all.

The skin on the fingers holding the sword burst first, revealing white bones. Yuma silently watched him and did not move.

I was just thinking. He wondered why Damian’s body, which was falling apart and scattered into his own energy, was breaking like this.

Why did the life of someone who was once Damien Jacques have to disappear without a trace?

aaaaa

Demian’s neck, who had been screaming as if vomiting blood, had already revealed his white bones, and the only thing Yuma could hear was the sound of the wind generated by his own energy roaring through the air.

Damian is dead.

And the moment when most of the bones turned to ashes and what could now be called Demian disappeared from the ground.

A sword with cracks and missing teeth struck Yuma’s chest lightly.

It had escaped from the dead Damian’s hand and wandered for a while in the air current caused by Yuma before falling.

Yuma calmed the energy that covered the earth.

The tremendous energy that had just been drawing the scenery like a hell map disappeared in an instant, as if it hadn’t been there from the beginning, and the vast sky spread out.

In the midst of it, Yuma quietly lowered his head and looked down at Damian’s sword that had fallen in front of him.

And just as he was about to bend down and reach for it.

Pss..

Damian’s sword, resembling Ascalon, shattered like dust and fluttered somewhere.

Yuma clasped his outstretched hand for a moment, then released it and moved his gaze to the citadel, which had lost its shape.

“…The knight war is over.”

In the silence, Yuma’s deep voice reached beyond the broken central watchtower.

“People who want to live, stay where you are. All non-humans will die.”

Yuma slowly moved towards the broken castle gate. In the meantime, I sensed something strange and opened my swift speed and quickly entered the interior.

There was a thick smell of blood everywhere in the strangely dark castle.

Every time he moved to grasp the situation, puddles of blood were stepped on, and human soldiers crouched down and shivered in between.

“Please save me…

Among those who said that, humans were saved, and those with the power of light were mercilessly cut down.

When I finally looked around the throne.

Yuma was able to witness the fact that all the knights who betrayed the empire along with Damian had committed suicide. With the sword engraved with Zach’s pattern stabbed into his own throat.

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