Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 132

Episode #132. Nothing will change.

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Liugang Railway Bellows Road.

After using 『Constellation Descent』.

The changes they made were great.

However, they were nothing compared to Eugene, who had undergone the biggest change.

either in terms of ability.

either situationally.

either mentally.

Kwang Kwah Leung! Kwakwagwagwang!

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

The black mist is tearing to shreds.

The world shakes like a toy.

Life like a blade explodes.

Instead of a hoodie, he wore bear skin like a cape, and only his elbows and knees were protected with thick mechanical gloves and boots that were twice as thick as his limbs.

The really important breasts were moderately tied with leather straps, revealing the bare skin of the thin waist.

Eugene laughed as he swung a huge hammer that had turned into a clunky guitar with one hand.

The pleasure of breaking what was in the way.

The blood boils and the excitement soars.

The joy of overflowing power.

It dyed her vision bloody and made her laugh spontaneously.

Kwakwawang! Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“Ah!”

“Focus on psionics! Jin must never collapse!”

What delights her more than anything is a mixture of roaring, screaming, and shouting.

Originally, the crucible of confusion, which would only be regarded as noise, is burned and melted by the heat that fills the head, becoming the dregs of the music.

it’s one song.

A hymn to madness of screams and laughter and destruction.

‘More more more!’

for a clearer euphoria.

for deeper music.

for more blood.

Eugene ran more and more violently as she went on, and nothing could stop her.

bang!

“Keugh!”

“General manager!”

And finally, the old flying insect, which was hardened in place as if caught in a spider’s web, was made to vomit blood only with wind pressure.

As if to counterattack, he broke his outstretched arm.

The moment I tried to crush it with a hammer.

“The Octagonal Barrier.”

Support Support Support Support!!!

An eight-layer barrier suddenly appeared in the air, blocking her hammer.

Of course, it’s only for a moment.

Eugene’s hammer, which had the divine power to destroy all things, shattered the eight-layered barrier like a pie crust and stuck to the ground.

But between those moments.

The old bug she was trying to destroy was gone.

“Until I got into a really difficult situation, I asked for hotel services and enjoyment, so I was watching for a while…”

Suss.

Instead of that old bug, what came from the air above the lobby was a calm voice.

“It seems that you are in a difficult situation.”

dressed in a white suit.

One eye covered with hair.

A man with a distinctive monocle.

Even now, Eugene, who felt all humans like bugs, had no choice but to inadvertently raise his tension.

“Everyone please step back.”

Insurance that Limon prepared to protect Leviathan.

The reason why Li Qingyu was able to send Limon to affiliates without worry.

And this time, the key culprit that made the Guardian spend a lot of money.

“According to the security service contract between the Infinity Guild and the Guardian, I will be in charge of this place from now on.”

Master of the Infinity Guild.

One of the Ten Great Lords.

Infinite Lord Lee Chun-gi looked at Yu-jin with a calm face as usual and drew his sword.

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Kang!

grand duke.

A word that mainly meant the king of a small country.

However, after the Players Association started to classify players into 5 ranks and 10 ranks based on level.

The word has turned into a slightly special pronoun.

Nobility beyond fifth rank.

A being infinitely close to a king.

In other words, it is a word that refers to players who are level 90 or higher, who can be called next lords or lesser lords.

Cagan!

In fact, the grand dukes were comparable to or surpassing the monarch in their respective fields, and in some cases, had a stronger influence than the monarch in the region.

The same goes for powerlessness.

I don’t know if it’s one-on-one.

A level where even the monarch has to be careful when there are two grand dukes.

And the judges evaluated that if there were more than five of them, they would be able to compete with the regressive lord.

But what if you collect 100 such large-supply players?

Everyone will speak in unison.

‘If there are 100 grand dukes, even a god can be killed!’

And I will add one more word.

‘Even though it’s impossible.’

It was a natural theory.

This era where high-level players themselves are rare.

It was rare for a large number of players, each with their own giant guild, to join forces, each with power comparable to that of a king.

Apart from the fact that there were only dozens of players over level 90 in the first place.

But at this moment.

The assumption, which should have been nothing more than tabletop discussion, was becoming a reality.

By Ryu Gang-cheol, who is raiding Limon by gathering 100 alter egos, each with the power of a large supply player.

[Uhahahahahaha!]

[Dyungjirau!]

[I’ll only hack you up a hundred times!]

That’s literally a tidal wave of steel.

A landslide of blades and a storm of death.

It was a disaster worse than any other natural disaster in that humans, made up of about 100 steel giants with a height of nearly 3 meters, could not stop it.

However, because of that, the appearance of humans who endured the steel tsunami was even more heterogeneous.

deflect the scythe with the sword

Turn your body to avoid the tackle.

tripping legs, etc.

The appearance of calmly accepting the charge of a hundred steel giants is calm and simple.

It was like a great mountain that received even a thousand calamities without hesitation, and like a great ocean that spilled out.

And like any Mother Nature, Limon was not a benevolent being who merely silently accepted attacks.

Awesome! Bang rumble!

Cut off the head with a single sword.

Piercing through the chest with a single sword.

Blow the body away with a single sword.

The swordsmanship that cuts down Ryu Gang-cheol, who is covered in thick armor and moves at the speed of a large player, with a single sword is truly amazing.

Even in a situation of 100 to 1, the appearance of repeating the miracle was amazing and even mysterious.

[Kill us if you can.]

[Whether it kills us 100 times or 1000 times.]

[In the end, it will be our comrades who will ultimately be defeated.]

But that’s it in the end.

When one is cut, another one.

When two are gone, two again.

Ryu Kang-cheol constantly created new alter egos, and no matter how much Limon swung his sword, the number of steel giants did not decrease.

It is literally the violence of numbers.

The simplest in the world, but that’s why it’s such a scary power.

[You’re too mean!]

[If you’re a sword master or whatever, aren’t you a good swordsman?] [

You’re not called a degenerate for nothing!]

Ryu Gang-cheol exclaimed triumphantly.

If he had been a monarch, he might have been able to respond.

Their absolute skill is the power to transcend providence and make the impossible possible.

Just like Ryu Kang-chul keeps taking pictures of his alter ego.

An infinite lord would have been able to threaten him with thousands of skills, and a summoning lord would have been able to stop him with infinite summons.

But Limon is a swordsman after all.

It was an old-world existence that only knew how to wield a sword.

[Take care as much as you can.]

[The moment you make even one mistake will be the end of your comrade!]

That’s why Kang-Cheol Ryu was confident.

He said his victory was predetermined.

Unlike himself, who has infinite alter egos, Limon has only one body and one life.

No matter how famous Limon’s swordsmanship is, as long as he can only kill one person at a time, he can’t defeat him, who rises infinitely.

On the other hand, Ryu Gang-cheol only needs to kill Limon once, no matter how many times he dies.

which of the two will be the winner.

It was a problem I didn’t even have to worry about.

Limon, too, as a human being, was bound to make mistakes at some point, and all he had to do was push through until then.

[Let’s see how long we can hold out!]

Ryu Kang-chul thought so, and so he continued to run, excitedly thinking of cutting Limon into pieces.

[No matter how much you run wild, it’s useless!]

The fallen alter ego is over ten and twenty.

[In the end, one mistake is enough.]

After fifty hundred and two hundred.

[If you make one mistake…]

That is, until I passed 500.

[…Comrade what the hell.]

But that’s the limit after all.

Even Ryu Gang-cheol, who had been jumping in triumph, couldn’t help but put on a tired expression.

Even though he had died five hundred times, it wasn’t just because of his body that was still unscathed.

A face that did not shed a single drop of sweat even after going through a fierce battle that would have made even a high-level player collapse from exhaustion.

Far from slowing down, the movement is getting faster and faster.

Above all, the tip of the sword, which never wavered after the fight started, made Ryu Kang-cheol scream.

[How can you fight like this and not make a single mistake?!]

Humans can never be perfect.

No matter how skilled a craftsman is, it is impossible to create only masterpieces every time.

In particular, when fighting a life-and-death struggle, even a soldier who has been thoroughly polished will make one or two mistakes.

The more intense your concentration is, the sooner you get tired and the more likely you are to make mistakes later on.

At least, the human that Ryu Gang-cheol knew was such a creature.

But how can you never make a single mistake in this situation where you feel like walking on a knife’s edge?

Ryu Kang-cheol is so surprised that he feels even mysterious.

“You idiot.”

Looking at him, Limon was cynical.

Sounds like a really stupid question.

Looking at Ryu Gang-cheol with pitiful eyes, Limon swung his sword and cut off another alter ego.

“What do you think of a sword master?”

As Ryu Kang-cheol himself pointed out.

A sword master is, after all, a swordsman who is good at cutting a knife.

But that’s why it’s an absolute existence when it comes to knife quality.

Whether it’s 10 million times or 100 billion times.

Whether your hand is torn and your leg blown off.

A person who can draw a perfect sword path without committing a single mistake when swinging the sword.

That’s what a sword master is, and those who can’t even do that are not even qualified to become sword masters.

Limon said coldly.

and asked

“Did you think that I, who had wielded a sword for hundreds of years and never made a mistake, would make a mistake against someone like you?”

[…]

I’m not being sarcastic.

It’s not even sarcastic.

Looking at Limon, who was really shocked and curious, Ryu Kang-cheol caused an earthquake in his pupils.

As a murderer, the instincts he had accumulated while taking countless lives made him feel ominous, as if he had made a fatal mistake.

[…Yes, nothing will change!]

However, Ryu Kang-cheol threw away that instinctive anxiety with a shout.

As long as there is an infinite alter ego, the belief that he will be the final winner anyway is drawing out his life.

“Yes, nothing will change.”

Limon nodded his head slowly as he saw Ryu Kang-cheol running even harder.

Then he muttered languidly while swinging his sword.

“Because the error correction has already been completed.”

[What does that sound like…]

Suddenly!

An alter ego whose throat was blown off without even being able to finish talking.

Ryu Gang-cheol spat out curse words at the merciless cutting, but he did not stop running at Limon.

After all, there were a lot of alter egos left, and it was enough to make more of them as they disappeared.

Puk Kwadeuk Chew Aak!

[What?]

But after a while.

Ryu Kang-cheol couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

Because circumstances have changed.

It was the same as before that he could not even touch Limon’s collar or die from Limon’s single sword.

Only one thing has changed.

It’s nothing else…