Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 133

Episode #133. I knew it.

speed.

Up until now, the clone had been knocked down at the rate of one every few seconds.

Because Limon suddenly started cutting down two or three clones per second, the speed of making clones couldn’t keep up.

From a hundred to ninety to eighty.

Ryu Kang-cheol was startled by the ever-decreasing number of alter egos.

[What did you do?!]

It’s not that the movement has become faster.

It didn’t suddenly become stronger or start cutting several people at the same time.

It was still a neat movement that only cut one at a time, but it seemed too monotonous.

The moment he tried to wield the scythe, confused as to why the speed at which he fell was insanely fast.

squeak.

Ryu Gang-cheol realized.

That Limon was taking down his clone before he could attack it.

That’s why the time wasted on defense or evasion is gone, which is making this scary speed difference.

[How the hell…?!]

Before even swinging the scythe.

the moment you take a step.

The moment I tried to jump through the ceiling.

Like a ghost, Limon reads the movement and moves the sword in advance.

Due to the exquisite timing, Ryu Kang-cheol distorts his face, feeling as if he is running to cut his own throat.

To him, Limon pointedly said.

“How are you, you stupid bastard? have you already forgotten? Who was it that taught you when you captured your alter ego?”

Ryu Gang-cheol involuntarily recalled.

When facing Wei Ling.

The terrible memory of being helpless with every movement being read by a few words that popped out of the phone.

[Isn’t it different now from then?!]

“What do you mean has changed?”

That was before writing 『Constellation Descent』.

What happened when I only had duke-level fighting power.

However, how can the same result be produced even now, when each of the clones has become so much stronger that they have gained great combat power?

Limon coldly laughed at Ryu Kang-cheol, who asked questioningly.

“No matter how big and fast it gets, nothing has changed in terms of movements.”

The reason why Limon has been able to cut Ryu Gang-cheol to pieces like a scarecrow.

It is because, after all, through the corpse he killed, Ryu Kang-chul’s fighting skills and behavior were perfectly understood and understood.

And that breaking ceremony still worked for Ryu Kang-cheol.

Wearing thick armor?

How many times faster is the movement?

Being able to take pictures of your alter ego?

Unfortunately, it meant nothing against Limon.

Knowing the logic of how the opponent thinks and moves means knowing the logic of killing the opponent.

And he, who can unfold all reason with a sword, could cut and kill a duke or a grand duke like a straw with just that.

how did you transform

whatever ability you have.

It was enough for Limon to read the way the opponent would die and place the sword there at the right time.

That’s the yam dragon knife.

It was created by the first sword master swordsmith and perfected over hundreds of years by Limon.

It was the fear of swordsmanship that all sword masters with the most meticulous swordsmanship in the world said in unison that it was a scam.

“Rather, his way of thinking is different than his behavior, so it took time to correct that error.”

[What do you mean?]

“Don’t you know what you mean?”

It’s like trying to see through it.

Limon looked at Ryu Kang-cheol with black eyes.

And beyond wearing the armor, he said coldly as he looked at the appearance of being in harmony as if he had been eaten by the armor.

“A bastard who should have run away a long time ago is risking his life and running at me as if possessed by something?”

[Do I look like a coward who would run away out of fear of a comrade?]

Maybe he felt insulted.

Ryu Gang-cheol runs hot.

As he cut his alter ego in two from the groin to the top of his head, Limon asked casually.

“Isn’t that so?”

[…]

Limon lazily spoke to Ryu Kang-cheol, who kept silent even as he tried to attack again with other alter egos in response to the question that came out as if it were too obvious.

“You are a coward and a coward. I’m strong against the weak, but I avoid the strong and don’t want to take even the slightest risk, so I fight only as an alter ego.”

Limon, who had ruined everything by reading Ryu Gang-cheol’s sword, knew.

He’s an outright killer player.

That he is a sadistic psychopath who plays with the weak like toys and considers killing them as brutally as possible as a game.

So I could say for sure.

This is the ideality Ryu Kang-cheol has now.

[Don’t say bullshit, why am I still fighting if I’m a coward like your comrade said?]

“That’s what I want to ask.”

[What’s wrong?]

“Why don’t you run away?”

When the alter ego of an affiliate suddenly disappears.

Ryu Kang-chul must have already known instinctively from the moment he raised his hands and surrendered and took the time.

That he couldn’t beat Limon.

And according to Ryu Kang-cheol’s personality he had identified through the inspection, he should have already rolled up his tail and fled at that point.

Just like there are no gamers who risk their lives on a game they can’t clear.

“Why did you try to hold me back even after you were cornered enough to take hostages?”

[That’s right…!]

Ryu Kang-chul, who was about to answer something, shut his mouth.

There were many answers to be answered.

Otherwise, there was no time to escape.

Like if he had the confidence to beat Limon.

Was it just the result of a mission?

Nevertheless, Limon asked with a cool face as he saw Ryu Kang-chul, who was confused and unable to give a proper answer.

“Are you really fighting with your will?”

[Shut up!]

I could tell without even looking at Limon.

That Ryu Kang-cheol’s face, hidden by his armor, must have been distorted.

Is it because it was stabbed in the middle?

Or because of some anxiety.

Up to that point, I couldn’t tell them apart, but Limon didn’t particularly care.

Instead, he just opened his mouth.

“Park Hyeon-gun was just like you.”

[…!]

There was no answer.

What was revealed was the trembling that could not be hidden due to the agitation.

However, that alone was enough for Limon, who kept provoking Ryu Kang-cheol for this one question.

“I thought you would know.”

Limon laughed.

Park Hyeon-goon, who was an aide to the infinite lord Lee Chun-gi in the past, killed Na-kyung Yun and framed Limon to cover up his corruption.

I expected it from the moment I knew that it was he who set a trap in the headquarters of the Liberation Brigade.

It means that the Liberation Brigade and Park Hyeon-gun are related in some way.

“For some reason, when I was cornered, I was similar to that bastard when I gave up my body like an insect being eaten by a Constellation.”

And it was clear what that relationship would be like.

Responses to the questions so far.

One assumption that Li Qingyu talked about.

Above all, Ryu Kang-chul’s figure, which seemed to be covered with thread roots all over his armor with no gaps visible.

It was telling one fact more clearly than any other evidence.

“After all, you are also a puppet of the Constellation.”

[I didn’t tell you to shut up!!!]

Maybe it’s because of the confusion beyond the limit.

Or is it because of the wriggling of the thread roots covering the body?

Limon murmured quietly as he neatly cut off the alter ego of Ryu Kang-cheol, who was shouting desperately and rushing at him.

“Yes, there is no need for further words between you and me anyway.”

It seems like you’ve already heard everything.

One more time to nod slowly.

Like lightning, Limon burrowed into the steel giant’s arms and pierced the heart of another alter ego.

“Try as much as you can, you bastard of the Constellation. Let’s take a look at how great the power you gained after giving up that dirty soul.”

[This bell or baby …!]

Ryu Kang bite.

It wasn’t just because he felt humiliated by the insult.

Throughout our conversation, the number of alter egos that were rooted and proliferated like mad, but in the end, less than 50 remained.

Every time Limon’s sword slashed his alter ego, he felt the pain of the roots and the power to scatter.

Above all, those creepy eyes.

Along with uncontrollable anxiety, I felt anger and shame at the fact that I felt that way toward a mere human being.

[Whether comrade Gi-rae dies or I die, let’s see the end here!]

That’s why.

It is the root that gave up trying to focus only on earning time and poured out a large amount of energy.

Koo Goo Goo!

Scattered roots gather.

Agglomerate the divided powders.

Dozens of armors are mixed.

In the aftermath, the office building of Black Dragon Construction, which was already in danger, began to collapse, but the roots were not cared about.

I just focused on uniting the numerous roots into one.

That’s how the building collapses.

When the divergent roots merge.

There were no more meager piles of metal, some three meters high, left there.

Instead, a majestic giant towering over 20 meters in height, articulated by wriggling roots, connected metallic shells like armor.

Even the giant continued to grow in size as time passed.

That is 『Hollow Growth』.

It was the power of a great star that could be said to be the original source of 『Infinite Proliferation』.

[Kyahahahaha! Bora, this bora, come on! Can we win each and every one? We are now invincible!]

Maybe it’s because they forcibly endowed us with power that originally humans couldn’t handle.

Or is it because the scattered alter egos were put together properly instead of properly merging in order to reduce waste of time?

either physically.

either mentally.

A contractor who is more distorted than usual.

Given human frailty, it was clear that he would not last long.

But the roots didn’t care.

The decision will come soon anyway.

Even if it took a little longer, it would only ruin the contractor who had already suffered irreparable damage.

So Root raised his fist with a leisurely attitude.

In order to tear down the half-collapsed building and crush the unsuspecting humans.

“At first it was a transformation armor, but this time it is a combination. The effort to imitate the giant spirit warlords is imaginary.”

[…!]

But right after that.

Roots hardened with fists raised.

A single voice came from right above his head, transforming into a giant over 20 meters in height.

And the bloody anticipation contained in it shakes the heart.

“It’s not even a duel, but the only thing waiting for the transformation union is the idiot in the story, you idiot.”

[Kuaa Ah!]

The roots acted late.

He pulled his raised fist and tried to strike Limon, who was on top of his head before he knew it.

But before that arm even moved.

Limon had already pierced the giant’s head with the sword he had already held high.

The moment when Limon’s sword pierced the hard armor and dug into the roots, as if driving the pillars of a royal castle.

The

sword

roared

.

_

The borders of heaven and earth fluctuate.

The giant’s body, which had been cut in two from the top of his head to his groin, collapsed into powder.