To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 117
Episode 117 Darkness about to be revealed (4)
The sword masters who stepped into the scene of death looked quite calm.
That will be too.
Being flustered at this point won’t help.
Iriel slowly looked at the middle-aged people.
It doesn’t show any signs of attacking.
At that, Iriel felt strange.
Originally, when the sewage is facing the master, it is common to go first.
This is because there are so many advantages to being a seon-gong.
However, the two middle-aged people show no signs of attacking.
As if they were waiting for an attack to come first.
However, she is forced to attack and enter.
It was because he would die from the suicidal actions of the sword masters who neglected his life if he remained silent.
Iriel, who tied the divine power leaking out of her hand into a tighter density, cut the knee of a short middle-aged man.
Of course, I didn’t think it would work.
At least it was stabbed in the knee, which could be called a gap.
As the advance began, middle-aged people began to block Iriel’s attacks.
Tuong- Tuong-
With a grand sound, Iriel’s hand cut off their swords.
From the beginning, I don’t do things that shed the blade for an aura.
I couldn’t even figure out all of my opponents, but if I used an aura blade that consumes a lot of mana, it would be a mess.
They responded with the same sword aura as if it were the same.
Iriel tilted his head at the incomprehensible sense of heterogeneity felt as the swords collided, but there was no other way to think because of the sword masters’ pincer attack that stabbed sharp places that he couldn’t think of anything else.
I just wondered why he didn’t run with all his might in the first place.
As soon as Iriel figured out the opponent, from then on he rushed with all his heart.
The momentum of the divine power in their hands becomes stronger, and the swords that the two are attacking accurately pinpoint the pulse between them.
Then, the sword masters, who did not have enough power to put into the sword, retrieved the sword without panic.
However, she is not the kind of person who would leave such a thing unattended.
Unlike a sword, she uses her hands, but despite her short range, she had many advantages.
First, you can grab the opponent’s sword.
Iriel grabbed the middle-aged man’s sword and stabbed him in the abdomen with his other left hand.
It happened so unknowingly, and because it was an opponent with a difference in skill, the sword master, who was unable to respond, turned his body.
His side grazed to avoid a place where he would die instantly if he was hit.
Peet-
“Ugh…”
The middle-aged man let out a small sigh.
Her hand, which had been stabbing there, turned.
Then, Iriel’s hand, which had been cutting his side, cut the middle-aged man’s waist in two.
Kaaang-!
Her attack was blocked by a tall middle-aged man.
Before they knew it, aura blades were sprouting from their swords.
Iriel was still calm in their appearance.
The reason she was pushed back in the past was because she became a Bone Dragon, so it wasn’t a big deal for the two people who had just reached the beginning of the Sword Master.
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The aura blades emitted by middle-aged people were not perfect.
Unlike Iriel’s hand, which was well refined and had a clear shape, the middle-aged people’s aura, which shimmered like a flame, was a characteristic of those who had just started.
But what’s scary isn’t the Aura Blade side.
Those who have reached the extreme can put not only mana into their swords, but also will.
Why isn’t there a story like this?
A story about a man with a deep grudge, who exchanged his life for a blow that could not be cured no matter what priest healed him.
As such, the true weapon possessed by those who reached the extreme was ‘will’.
A desire to kill an opponent.
If you are cut by a sword containing death, it is not a cut by the sword, but a cut by your will, so recovery is very slow.
She knew that too.
Because of that, I was watching the sword without being vigilant.
What scared her was this.
Look at the opponent’s sword path and estimate the distance according to the opponent’s height or arm length.
In a very short time, you will find out in a very short time what kind of habits the opponent has when attacking about which point and how to aim.
That’s why she has overwhelmingly more time to prepare for an attack.
The short man had few habits, but he attacked with the right more often.
Tall men have a habit of holding their breath before starting a pincer attack.
I notice such trivial things and memorize them quickly like a skill I have learned in my body.
So, there was no reason for Iriel to lose the current battle.
At first, I was nervous because I didn’t know their skills, but now even that has loosened up.
It is absolutely not careless.
However, since you know the opponent’s skill, it means that if you respond appropriately, you won’t get hurt.
Iriel’s offensive became fierce.
She pierced the middle-aged man’s sword at the same time with her hand and dug inward, aiming for the middle-aged man’s shin with her foot.
He put one foot back and turned his sword to retrieve the sword before it was caught in Iriel’s hand.
In response, a tall middle-aged man slashed Iriel’s shoulder.
‘Now.’
Iriel expressed divine magic in order to achieve more effective results.
“Bless. Holy seal. Holy activation.”
In an instant, magic is chanted at an incredible speed.
Her highly skilled magic began to strengthen her body.
Percussion –
The speed of kicking off the ground is not the same as before.
Iriel’s attack hit the swords of middle-aged people who quickly raised their swords and took defense.
Kaaaaang!
Even though it was a sword wrapped in an aura blade, the impact was not completely relieved.
That’s because it’s already pushed back from the perfection of Auror.
You can resist it, but you can’t completely block it.
Even the sword was trembling under the power of Iriel, strengthened by divine magic.
Iriel pressed them again.
Unlike the sword, her hand, which was free in terms of number and range, turned into a fist fight.
Caang! Caang!
Are you thinking of breaking the sword at all?
Middle-aged people gritted their teeth as she attacked with her fist aiming for a long sword.
“Keuuugh!”
“Back off. If you do this, the sword will not be able to withstand!”
At the words of the tall middle-aged man, the little middle-aged man tried to back off, but it wasn’t Iriel who would let him do that.
She burrowed into their side faster than the middle-aged people retreated.
It was the holy magic that she, as a saint, cast in the first place.
Its power was so strong that it made even Aura users compete against the Sword Master several times more.
Since he bet on himself, the battle was vastly different from before.
I don’t know if they are intermediate level, which is called mature, rather than a beginner sword master. As of now, there was no way to stop Iriel.
Iriel’s finger blades stuck in the shoulder blades of the short middle-aged man.
Creepy-
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The middle-aged man whose left hand had fallen off screamed.
As a result, she rotated her body once and gained speed.
I hurriedly blocked her aura that was piercing my heart right away.
Kwaaang-!
Because the left hand is gone, mana does not return smoothly.
Therefore, it was impossible to exhale the Aura Blade.
Iriel’s hand that pierced the sword pierced the heart of the short middle-aged man.
Pulseok –
Takes out the heart that was burst by the hand covered with the aura.
The middle-aged man’s heart, which had just been beating violently, jumped out of the middle-aged man’s chest.
Iriel, who confirmed the kill, threw herself to the ground as she felt the thick murder from behind.
Covered in dust, I jumped up.
“Keuuuk ….”
Even with the death of a colleague, one attack was not successful.
All that was left was his own death.
A tall middle-aged man said to the young men.
“Operation is a failure. You guys run away without looking back while I kill time!”
“Ha, but…”
“I told you to go!”
At that, a young man helped the two wounded by Iriel and immediately started running.
Iriel frowned and looked at him.
“Because you say that, don’t you think I look like a villain? The one who chased first was that side, and the one who attacked was that side. And do you think you’ll let me run away? I will kill all four of you, so stop thinking about it.”
“…I won’t let that happen.”
The middle-aged man firmly gripped the handle of the sword.
Iriel rushed at the middle-aged man without showing any sign.
From the beginning, he reached out to cut his throat, but the middle-aged man had no intention of stopping it.
Or rather, rather than block it, he thrusts a savage blow into her heart.
‘It’s a bit difficult to block with one hand.’
He retrieved his hand from the exit and tried to snatch the middle-aged man’s sword with both hands.
However, the middle-aged man who read the number had already pulled back his sword.
Iriel smiled at the sum of the tense exchanges.
“You throw away your life as easily as a very loose sheet of paper.”
“Doesn’t my life seem rather cheap?”
“That’s right.”
Kaaang-
The middle-aged man hurriedly raised his sword to block the aura that flew in without any warning.
But that was the wrong move.
Iriel cut the middle-aged man’s forearm in two with his left hand.
Seo Geo-eok –
The huge arm, which was clumped together with muscles, was easily cut off.
“Ugh…”
It’s possible that there will be gaps in the pain, but it seems that the pain has eased because it’s in the middle of a fierce battle.
The middle-aged man stretched out his sword and raised Iriel up to cut it.
The quick action caused a small scratch on Iriel’s arm.
So much so that you don’t even have to worry about it.
“Heal.”
Even that small wound is gone.
The wounds from her were hope.
A small hope that he too could hurt Iriel.
However, hope soon disappeared.
The opponent is a saint.
Perhaps even if an arm is cut off and a heart bursts, it can be restored in an instant.
He is now fighting an opponent with dozens of lives.
He said with a mouth full of sweetness.
“You’re strong…”
“Because I tried to be strong.”
Iriel replied as if it didn’t matter too much.
The middle-aged man smiled at her and asked with a serious expression.
“…Then… if there is a force that you can’t do anything about… what will you do?”
Are you trying to talk about the forces behind it?
Iriel, who guessed his intentions why he suddenly said this, pondered for a while before replying.
“They will try to make peace or compromise.”
“Hahaha… that could be the case. But I mean… that faction has no concept of peace.”
“Then we will only destroy it.”
“…The one stronger than you? Would that be possible?”
At his words, Iriel shook his head.
“It would be impossible for me.”
“…”
“But I know two people who can do that.”
“…Right.”
“Is that all I have to say before going to the underworld?”
“Yes. This is the last one.”
The middle-aged man grinned with a somewhat relieved expression.
Then, with all his might, he rushed at Iriel.
The speed is no joke, probably because he triggered all the mana contained in his body.
Iriel calmly blocked his sword without being vigilant.
Kwaaang!
An explosion erupted and his sword continued to enter Iriel.
Paang- Paang-!
A storm raged in the hall as if the air was being squeezed.
As a result, Iriel began injecting more divine power into his body.
Then, an enormous aura blade that was as tall as one meter came out of her hand.
The size is great, but the density itself is no joke.
Auras raised by middle-aged people would soon be cut off.
As expected, the middle-aged man’s sword collided with her hand, and the sword shattered.
support position-!
The sword that had not completely relieved the shock was shattered and the middle-aged man’s body was severed.
One middle-aged man’s expression seemed to have relieved his burden.
The middle-aged man died with his eyes closed at the last moment.