Chapter 247 – Difficult Guest (2)

Thump.

I threw my body forward, knowing that I would be counterattacked.

As I kicked the ground, the surroundings quickly flowed and retreated, and the approaching Paengsoso suddenly came closer.

As if waiting for this moment, Paengsoso’s body twisted in the air.

Usually, unless you use a considerable amount of internal energy, a slight wriggling motion would be the end of it. But if you have a natural body, it’s a different story.

“Haat!”

Paengsoso’s elastic muscles rotated his body strongly.

Splat!

At the same time, the thick sword in Paengsoso’s hand accelerated and swung towards me, who had already approached him.

With a lot of blue pottery, it looked intense even at a glance.

But it wouldn’t touch my body.

“This much…!”

I put strength into my planted foot and strongly stepped on the ground. Using the rebound from my leg, I hit Paengsoso’s sword with all my strength.

Kang!

The sword and the thick sword stopped in the air with a loud noise.

If you limit your strength to a similar level, this is what happens.

However, there is one big difference between me and Paengsoso right now.

I am properly standing on the ground, and Paengsoso is still floating in the air.

As I put my weight forward and took a step, Paengsoso was pushed away too easily. In the end, he landed in an unstable position.

I take advantage of this small but significant gap.

“Here I come!”

The step I took earlier to push Paengsoso had already turned into a charge.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in front of Paengsoso and swung my sword down.

Kagak!

“Kkuk!”

Paengsoso hurriedly raised his sword and blocked my sword.

But it’s not over yet. I relentlessly attack him as if I won’t give him a chance to catch his breath.

A diagonal slash starting from below. A vertical slash that plunges straight down. A horizontal slash that tracks Paengsoso, who avoided the previous attack.

I press Paengsoso like a raging storm.

“Ik…!”

Paengsoso grits his teeth and manages to respond.

He flexibly twists his body to avoid the sword, uses his strength to forcibly withstand it, and sometimes supports the opposite side of the blade with one hand to deflect the attack.

It’s a great response. If it continues like this, he might be able to withstand it and then counterattack.

But until then, he can only desperately block.

And the movements of a desperate person inevitably become simple.

I see every dizzying trajectory that Paengsoso’s shoulders, arms, and sword draw without missing a single one.