77 – Deathblade (4)

It has been six minutes since the desperate, life-threatening struggle began.

Numerous cuts were engraved on the body, and the clothes and body were soaked with blood.

ㅡWhere you go!

Once again, the flying sword leaves a silvery trail in the air.

The place where the solid line from point to point is headed is none other than my neck.

The sword of death approaches to take my breath away.

ㅡChaeng! Got the card…! Empty!

Desperately cutting off the sword that was trying to take my throat, the struggle continues.

I run out of breath, and sweat or blood drips from my body.

“It’s pretty good! You can share a sword with me like this!”

As I brace myself to catch the flying sword, Lenin makes an admiring expression.

In his step, step by step, a sense of composure comes out.

“Show a little more skill, little hero!”

-Lenin style offensive swordsmanship formula 7-

‘killing a lion’

A sudden shot of a sword passed by my cheek.

The wind blows past, and the sound of air bursting through the air echoes.

“This crazy…!”

In a situation where his head almost flew off if he moved, he widened his distance in fright.

As if Lenin would not let me go, he kept digging into me.

ㅡ Chaeyoung! Grrr…! visor!

Swords and swords face each other, repeating a contest of strength.

Effect Even though you are receiving the ‘temporary explosive power’ buff, you can feel your body being pushed back little by little.

“Kuhuheugh…!”

“You look tough!”

“Shut up, fight…!”

Slightly twist the sword that is struggling up and down.

Moving the junction between the swords from the blade to the sword body, the attack was gently released.

“Hoo?”

“I’m searching …! Chew !!”

In an instant, he burrows into Lenin’s arms and swings his prepared right foot like a whip.

A middle kick with all the strength exploded into his abdomen.

ㅡBoom!

“Chehe…?!”

Lenin was pushed back with a moan.

Perhaps because he was careless, his attack was hit with a clean hit, and he stumbled out of breath.

‘Now.’

If you want to bring some momentum, now is your chance.

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Judgment is quick, action is immediate.

Grab the sword and unfold the ceremony.

-Imperial Swordsmanship Type 1 and Type 8 Application-

‘Dance of Swordsmen’

ㅡKwagwagwagwa!!!

I cast a quick link to him who was staggering and struggling.

Black and blue solid lines engraved in the air.

At the same time as the quicksword is deployed, the waves of attacks are densely filled by mixing fists and kicks.

ㅡBoom! Kooddudd! bang! bang!!

A wave hole resounding continuously.

The ground rips here and there from the impact, and the turbulent air screams.

faster.

stronger.

Speed up and give strength to the hand holding the sword.

It tramples the ground and violates the atmosphere.

With the determination not to leave any form behind, it tore apart the opponent in front of it.

A thrilling sensation runs through your spine.

At this rate… can we win?

Hope and arrogance with the name, perhaps, bloom small.

‘great…! If we keep pushing forward like this…!’

But, as always.

Hope blurs the vision,

Arrogance spoils the situation.

“You’ve been caught off guard, little hero.”

-Lenin style offensive swordsmanship type 4-

‘Breathe’

ㅡPushyuk…

The sound of flesh being pierced resounds.

At the same time, a hot pain surges from the abdomen.

“Cuck, heck, heck…!”

Looking down, I could see a silver blade piercing my belly.

Into the trembling sight, Lenin, who met my eyes, looks at me with a sneer.

Regurgitated blood gushed out of his throat.

Bright red blood runs down the floor.

‘Ah… f*ck.’

My vision blurs, and my legs lose strength.

sigh, get down on your knees

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Meanwhile, at that time.

The rooftop of the academy annex.

Golden Sun, who was sitting on the railing, pursed his lips as he watched Raiden fall.

“Hmm~ Are you collapsing already? It’s a bit bland…”

As if the excitement had cooled, Golden Taeyang rose from his seat.

He tidied up the bag of popcorn he was eating and smacked his lips.

“sh*t… Can I help you with this?”

Taeyang Geum scratches his head with a disapproving expression.

His nasal voice contains shallow thoughts.

“To deal with that number of enemies… I think I’ll have to solve at least 100 years of limits.”

Usually, it was Golden Sun who liked Raiden, but

Even so, I didn’t want to save him until I solved ‘Limit’.

Because this power was only for ‘revenge of the clan’.

“It’s a pity… If you’d shown me something more thrilling, I could have helped.”

Taeyang threw away the popcorn bag on the floor and let out a sigh of regret.

Like that, the moment I was about to turn my head.

“Well, it’s a bit unfortunate, but it can’t be helped… Huh?”

Above his empty white eyes, a new situation is reflected.

Raiden, who had fallen with wounds all over his body, was getting up while shaking.

“What is it… Is it a last resort? To be able to stand up even with that wound is insane tenacity.”

Looking at Raiden standing with blood all over his body, Golden Sun spat out a small exclamation.

What does it mean to move him?

In front of an overwhelming enemy, he received a fatal wound.

Support was still far from coming, and his own breath was on the verge of being cut off.

In a word, death is right in front of you.

However, even in such a hopeless situation.

he was getting up

He was holding his staggering body and raising his sword.

As if he wasn’t afraid of death.

“It’s cool… It’s like watching a real hero in a play, right?

Looking at Raiden like that, Golden Sun smiled slightly.

The smile was twisted somewhere, but it wasn’t particularly important.

“Yes, the stage isn’t over yet, is it?”

The gold sun dimly lit her eyes and sat down again.

“Yeah. Try to finish it once, you idiot. Show me something thrilling this time.”

—-If your stage can move me…

“I’ll help you.”

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My vision is blurry.

Consciousness is dizzy, body is hot.

“Cool…”

Along with a small clearing of the cough, thick blood gushed out of his mouth.

In order to control his staggering body, he touched the ground with his sword.

Dark red blood gushed out from the stomach that had been pierced by the knife.

I feel the pain as if my stomach is burning, and I break out in a cold sweat.

“Huh-uh… Heh-uh…”

A cool shadow tightens my neck.

It is felt.

death.

I am standing right in front of death.

“It’s amazing, little hero. To be able to stand up to that point.”

There are scars left by countless monsters all over the body,

The overstretched leg repeats spasms.

My left arm must have been cracked, and every time I moved it, I felt dizzying pain.

The wounds on the stomach, from which blood is profusely oozing out, are gruesome.

“Aren’t you afraid of death?”

Looking at my condition, Lenin asked.

As if you don’t understand.

To such a question, I return a short answer.

“…..Not at all.”

Now you will be afraid of death

Rather, there is no inspiration whatsoever.

‘Even if I die anyway… the goddess will do something for me.’

Since you said you would help in any situation, you probably will.

Even if you can’t do something like resurrection, wouldn’t it be possible to be reincarnated in another world or possessed?

“You’re funny.”

“Cool…you don’t have much fun…”

okay. I am not afraid of my death.

However, the death of others is a little scary.

ㅡSir! You must wake up!

ㅡBrother! did you wait long?

—-Raiden, let’s go to class.

The voices that sustained me in this life.

I didn’t want to see them unhappy.

If I die here and the academy is destroyed, many people will be hurt.

And there will be people like Rachel, Lucy, and Ariel among them.

“That, that… No, no…”

So he raises his sword.

In order to ward off misfortune that will be directed to others, the body is set on fire.

I hold my posture and watch my trembling body.

“Are you going to fight again, little hero?”

Watching me wriggling desperately, death asks.

Do you want to fight again?

“……”

i don’t answer that

I just flicked the tip of my sword, and instead of the answer.

“I salute you for your tenacity.”

“f*ck, kka…”

I fumbled with my trembling hands and manipulated the status window.

ㅡTitling!

[The effect ‘steel flesh’ is applied!]

[The effect ‘Painkiller’ is applied!]

[The effect ‘Fast Step’ is applied!]

[effect……]

Use all the points you have accumulated so far.

It could be the end anyway, I thought of pouring everything into it.

ㅡTitling!

[Due to the overlapping of excessive effects, extreme recoil is coming!]

“Chehehe…!”

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and blood dripped from his eyes and nose.

My head buzzed, and blood leaking from my ears blocked my ear canals.

Forcibly grasping the clouded consciousness.

“Keuheugh…! Ughhh…!!”

“It’s such a miserable situation… Life is such a futile thing.”

“Shut up…!”

The time of ‘Super Sense’ and the duration of ‘Temporary Explosive Power’ were almost over.

The remaining time is about 3 minutes, no matter how long it takes.

If I count the time given to me and the overlapping buffs,

The throat that had been panting spews blood again.

“Ku-heo-ok, gaug…”

It makes a thud, and the floor turns red.

Small droplets of blood land at my feet.

Would it be like this if I fell down the bottomless pit?

It’s dark and hopeless.

but eyes are still open

The nose is still breathing,

The legs are still standing on the ground.

and…..

“I didn’t, ah, straight… let go of the sword…”

My hand is still holding the sword.

A cool energy melts into my hand.

‘Until the sword is put down, the game is not over.’

These were the words that the person called my father had told me in my previous life until my ears were worn out.

My game isn’t over yet.

And, it won’t end.

“Gagging, huh… hah…”

eyes glowing fiercely.

grind the senses and mind

Grind, grind and find your past self.

The hope of Korean kendo, the second coming of Kim Han-cheol, a genius who will remain in the century.

It brings me out of the days when I was called that.

Erase ‘I’ and become a ‘monster’.

It becomes a machine that wields only a sword without any emotion or thought.

“Ohh… the momentum has changed.”

“Shut up, hit… the sword, lift me up…”

The last petal that blooms with burning breath.

In the chilly winter, he searches for a spring made of swords.

“Come, little hero!”

The winter in front of my eyes asks me.

can you reach yourself?

To that arrogant question, I answer without hesitation.

Naturally, it’s a chew.

ㅡPapak!

The sound of my feet hitting the ground echoes softly.

It was the step of spring toward the winter of death.