Chapter 126 – Episode 125 – The World’s Best Hunter Tournament (8)

“Keep keep keep! As expected, my sister always goes beyond my expectations…!”

Kim Soo-bin laughed while watching the stadium.

Inside the large circular arena, a boy and a knight in black armor were wielding great swords and fighting.

Shade-! Visor-! Visor-!

The bloody sound of iron and iron being splashed followed by the sound of the air being ripped apart.

Countless lines and lines connect and break.

Kim Soo-bin burst into laughter.

Jeong Jo-joon’s dark eyes were reading the other person’s movements with narrow eyes, but the corners of his mouth were raised in a grin.

Jung Jo-jun was ‘smiling’ like himself in that dizzying workshop.

“Yeah, so it was.”

Kim Soo-bin briefly recalled the phone call from Jung Jo-jun before the game started.

‘My opponent in the finals is the devil.’

‘What?’

After answering the phone, Soo-bin Jung was taken aback by Jo-joon Jung’s first words.

However, Jeong Jo-joon did not care about Kim Soo-bin’s reaction and continued.

‘So, don’t let other people get in your way. I’ll take care of it myself.’

‘Why is Jinhwan Lee a devil?’

‘Because it’s six minutes before the final starts. I think it’s too late for a detailed explanation, but you just have to do it that way. Can you please?’

‘There’s nothing I can’t do.’

‘Then please.’

“Really, you’re crazy.”

He always looked at other people and didn’t understand them.

I couldn’t understand them struggling against what was called a limit and sitting down blaming their abilities.

Beomjae cannot understand genius.

Similarly, a genius cannot understand a genius.

“Ah… That’s right.”

Kim Soo-bin looked at Jung Jo-jun in the stadium again.

In front of that demon exuding dizzying demons, Jung Jo-jun continued to laugh.

“I don’t think I can understand you either. Brother.”

An emotion he could never understand ran through his body.

Feeling that emotion, Kim Soo-bin smiled.

“You are also a monster.”

Inside the arena, a knight in black armor clutches a greatsword and prepares to strike.

Even the boy, who was too small compared to the knight, made a pose.

Red eyes flashed beneath the knight’s helmet.

The boy’s dark eyes fluttered softly.

And the two ‘monsters’ threw themselves at each other at the same time.

Quaang-!

Once again, black magic and red magic spread through the air.

* *

Parrying.

The romance of many prosecutors and the desire of all men.

Discovering this technique was by accident.

Chaeeng-!

“What?”

When I started the game for the first time and was catching goblins after I decided to clear it with a two-handed sword after I had never been able to use my superpowers or guns.

I discovered parrying for the first time, and it worked.

“Keruk?!”

The goblin was also taken aback when he saw his shoddy sword bounced off.

I also stood there blankly, not knowing if this was my first successful parrying.

After several attempts, I realized that this is ‘parring’.

When I first announced the existence of Parring to users, they couldn’t believe it.

It had to be. This is because they subdue demons from a distance with bullets and superpowers.

So I first discovered and realized parrying.

Realizing parrying, I got excited and fell deeper into parrying.

However, the more I sold the skill of parrying, the more I felt how difficult this skill was.

Perfect RBI, perfect strength control, perfect timing.

These three conditions, which are difficult to achieve with a sword, required the modifier ‘perfect’.

If even one thing went off, I was angry rather than parring.

I thought about giving up many times.

However, as long as he had a sword, he could not give up parrying.

I poured my time like crazy, and in the end, I picked a result that I was satisfied with on my own.

And the one I saw the effect of this parrying the most was the necromancer in front of my eyes.

“Uuuuu!!!”

Bette screams and swings her greatsword at me.

The heavy armor shakes, and the red eyes hidden inside the helmet stir around.

Chaeeng-!

A clear metallic sound bursts out.

Unlike the heavy blow, Bette’s greatsword was knocked out after being hit by my Levatein.

“Why the hell is this… Why! Why! Why!”

Bette screams and continues to strike the sword at me.

I calmly heated my head and watched Bethe’s sword fall in front of me.

Guessing the power contained in the guy’s sword, I read the total amount of demonic energy attached to the blade like a tail.

Calculating all of that, I hit the mana-filled blow at the right timing.

Chaeeng-!

A clear sound rang out again.

I smiled.

Bette screamed.

Perhaps sensing that he couldn’t strike back with his sword, Bette lifted his foot and slammed the ground.

Then the floor of the arena rose up at me, and when it turned black, it vomited demonic energy.

“Eak.”

I was so obsessed with parrying that I almost got hit.

I hurriedly got out of the spot with the Spirit Beam.

“What did you do… Why on earth… Why! The sword can’t reach you?!”

Bette yells at me.

I swung the knife once and answered.

“What is it, it’s a skill. Maybe your skills are really poor.”

“This… This… Arrogant!”

Bette laid her greatsword flat and pointed at me.

At the tip of the sharp sword of the greatsword, demonic energy that seemed to burn began to gather.

“Hehe, contrary to what you said, you realized it too.”

Contrary to his anger, Bette switched to a ranged pattern as if he realized he was being pushed back in close combat.

Bette screamed and held out the demonic sword, which had become gigantic due to the gathering of demonic energy.

“This is the end…!”

Aaaaa!

A tremendous demon attacks me.

I quietly closed my eyes once, and slowly opened them.

The world in front of me slowed down.

His concentration made his brain burn as if it were about to burn.

“Whoa.”

After exhaling once, I focused on my other sword, ‘Ego Sword’, floating in the air.

Fluffy.

In line with my call, Balmung flashes his terrifying blade.

‘Good.’

I imagined Balmung’s strike in my head.

It’s so fast, it’s absurd, and it’s reached before the other person notices.

A blow with the trick of pleasure.

Balmung is drawn And the world was drawn

Wedge-!

Everything that has passed by Balmung is distorted.

The world tilted because of Balmung, as if the torn pieces were put together at an angle after tearing a painting.

In fact, the pouring magic on me was no exception.

Because of Balmung, I threw myself through the cracks in the torn Magi.

He stepped on the floor of the messy arena and approached Bette.

“…!”

Bette noticed that Balmung was rushing at great speed, and managed to knock Balmung away with his greatsword.

Pooh-!

However, the greedy demonic sword Balmung seemed to have no intention of giving up, so he inserted himself into his demonic sword and sucked in the demonic energy.

The blue jewel embedded in the center of the golden handle flashes seductively, and Bethe’s demonic sword gradually disappears.

“This… What is this…?!”

Bethe panicked and let go of his greatsword.

And in that instant, I reached Bette.

“Hi.”

Bette let go of the greatsword and opened her defenseless body.

What happened after that was obvious.

Blah blah!

Hit Bette’s body with Levatein.

Bette stumbles across his massive body, taking a step behind him.

‘It doesn’t rest.’

I also took a step forward and swung a bright red sword.

Blah blah!

Bette staggered back and waved her demonic hand at me.

Regardless, I took a step forward and swung my sword again.

Blah blah!

Levetein scrawled a red afterimage on his armor, and the balmung that escaped from the greatsword parried Bette’s hand in the air.

“This person…!”

Bette tried to say something, but my Levatein moved faster than that.

Blah blah! Blah blah! Blah blah!

The black armor is slowly cracking.

Bette stumbled and tried to escape somehow, but I continued to push Bette.

Eventually, Bette moved to the edge of the arena wall.

“Cool…!”

Bette, leaning against the wall, spits a handful of his blood.

The magic armor that was wrapped around the body was already tattered and scattered on the floor.

Now, all that was left of Bette was Lee Jin-hwan’s body and the weak demonic spirit inside it.

“… It’s absurd.”

Bette looks up at me with red eyes.

I trudged over and stabbed Bette’s body with my balmung.

“Is that your last word?”

Balmung’s blue jewel flashes and absorbs the remaining demonic energy in Lee Jin-hwan’s body.

“See you again… You arrogant man…”

After confirming that the demonic energy had disappeared from Jinhwan Lee’s body, I quickly pulled out the balmung.

Balmung sucked and drank Lee Jin-hwan’s blood from his sword.

“Whoa…”

Finished.

Muttering to himself, he turned Levatein around once.

The tensed muscles from the battle are released, and the senses forgotten for the battle come back one by one.

“”Waaaaa!!!””

The first was the cheers of the crowd screaming as if the stadium was about to leave.

“It was a splendid debut.”

I murmured contentedly.

* *

A castle in the demon realm.

At the window where the red light came in, a human figure was trembling.

“This… This…! An arrogant… Human being…! Why?!”

Bette is enraged, squeezing his flesh-streaked hands.

“It was you who were arrogant, Bette.”

Fenrir, a devil who is half human and half wolf, points out.

“No…! If I had to face that human with this body…! If I had used other necromantic techniques…!”

Bette muttered, her empty eyelids flashing.

Fenrir, who watched this, laughed.

‘That appearance that I can’t admit is the height of arrogance.’

“Hey, Bette.”

Whispered softly.

Bethe turned her eyes burning with rage to Fenrir.

“We are weaker than that guy.”

“Knap…! Foolish! Fenrir… Foolish…!”

“Tsk.”

Fenrir clicked his tongue and left the spot.

She thought of her colleague’s affection for the last time and gave advice, but it was as expected.

Fenrir walked down the hallways of the castle and began approaching a certain place.

“Strong, very.”

As they walked, Fenrir recalled the image of the swordsman he had seen earlier.

His sword was fast and cut the world.

The moment he saw it, Fenrir had a hunch.

I am weaker than that guy.

At this rate, the fight he wanted so much could not happen.

That’s why Fenrir acknowledged and accepted his weakness.

To embrace a new power.

“Ah… Father, I’ve come to borrow your strength.”

Fenrir arrived at the target location and politely knelt down.

Throbbing.

Hearing the sound of something pulsating, Fenrir quietly raised his head.

His field of vision was filled with bright red flesh.

The flesh pulsated silently, inflating its own body.

Looking at his own father, Fenrir spoke again.

“Father, may I borrow your strength?”

Throbbing.

The flesh pulsates silently.

“Thank you, Father.”

Fenrir laughed.

And his yellow eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth, which flashed with fangs…

Kwadeuk!

He bit off the bright red flesh.

Blood dripped from the corner of Fenril’s mouth.

“Thank you, Father.”

Fenrir thanked his father again and then bit off a piece of flesh.

Kwadeuk!

Blood flowed again.