Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 192

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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
Continental War (4)
Necromancers and Summoners gathered together.
Their HP was comparable to that of mages, and their defense was no different.
It was no coincidence that Necromancers were called the weakest in close combat.
For them, the descent of my sword was nothing short of calamity.
Claaaaaaang—
“Wh-what kind of damage is this…?”
“Is that really damage from a Level 330?”
“Cough!”
The Chinese Users who had rushed forward to protect the Necromancers were stunned.
The damage that splashed even onto them defied all logic.
And China witnessed a horrific result unfold before their eyes.
Whoooosh—
[89 Chinese Users are forced to Logout.]
[User Hyeon-su is rampaging!]
Wei and all the Necromancers and Summoners crumbled into dust and scattered.
As I watched my allies scatter, Zhuge’s face turned cold and rigid.
‘A hundred-person advantage.’
We had deployed a hundred more soldiers than Korea.
Yet a hundred of them had died in a single instant.
Everyone present shared the same thought.
Zhuge pointed at him with a trembling finger, his hand shaking with fury.
“Kill him.”
Yes, the Crazy Rookie’s plan had succeeded. But anyone here could see it.
[Hyeon-su Lv.339]
He simply possessed extraordinary strength relative to his level. That was all.
China’s rankers thought the same way.
Moreover, this was enemy territory, and the greatest danger was present here.
[Poison King Liu Lv.401]
The average level of other Chinese Users ranged between 370 and 380.
Considering Korean Users averaged between 360 and 370, the difference was overwhelming.
And Liu was a User ranked 19th in the world and 7th in China.
“Calm yourself, Zhuge. The outcome won’t change. That bastard will be torn to shreds, so you’ll be able to vent your anger.”
Liu smiled faintly and leveled his spear at me.
In that instant, concentrated and formidable power exploded from him.
“Explosive Spear.”
[An explosion with 930% additional attack power engulfs a single target, followed by three consecutive explosions in sequence.]
Boom—
As I staggered from the explosion, a chain reaction detonated.
Boom, boom-crack!
Typically, Users at Hyeon-su’s level would see their HP drop below 40% from a direct hit of his spear thrust.
In other words, from this single attack, they would be shredded….
‘…?’
Liu was bewildered.
‘What the hell is this bastard?’
The day Liu was most shocked was when he fought China’s Rank 1.
He was so overwhelmingly powerful and magnificent that Liu felt like a mere novice in comparison.
And today, he was shocked for the second time.
The damage he had inflicted.
[HP drops below 85%.]
It was only a 15% HP reduction.
At that time, China’s Rank 1 had taken a 10% reduction.
But China’s Rank 1 was level 421, while this guy was in the 330s.
And soon Liu’s face was painted with even greater shock.
An incomparable force surged forth from him, unlike anything before.
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[Triple defense is applied.]
A passive triple defense application—one of the powers of Calamity.
And as I watched the approaching Chinese Users, my chest surged with fervor.
My muscles endlessly repeated cycles of relaxation and contraction.
Black energy swirled around my sword as I absorbed the damage from moments before.
[Due to a 20% probability, the sword’s basic attack power increases by 311%.]
[It lasts for 15 seconds.]
Until now, I had crossed many lines of death.
They shared a common trait: they were either NPCs or monsters.
I had never faced the world’s strongest.
But.
‘I trust the path I have walked.’
In that moment, a small ignition began within me.
Sparks scattered from my extended sword, transforming into a single flame that rippled across the air.
[A small spark engulfs the world.]
At that instant, seven Users specialized in close combat simultaneously charged in.
-Killing the Necromancers was certainly a remarkable feat, but to charge into the heart of enemy territory? It is undoubtedly reckless.
-It is no different from an act of suicide.
-Perhaps the Crazy Rookie sacrificed himself for his homeland, Korea….
“Ghost Step.”
Crash-crash-crack, whoosh-crack, boom-bang, whoosh-bang, thud-thud, thud-thud-thud-thud, crash-crash-crack, spark-crack, thud!
-…!
-…!
Exactly seventeen times. Hyeon-su moved with afterimages trailing behind him before returning to his original position.
Splurt—
The Users who had approached him were either knocked back or sliced by the blade, their screams piercing the air.
Liu’s eyes widened. He turned his gaze toward another group.
Roughly fifty Assassins advanced toward him.
China was a nation specialized in Assassins.
They were far superior to Korea’s Assassins because they served under the legendary King of Killers from China.
Tatatatatat—
They swarmed from all directions.
Appearing and vanishing in succession, Liu couldn’t tear his eyes from Hyeon-su as he watched their swift movements with reversed-grip Blades.
‘Their advantage is that they’ve honed their skills through actual combat.’
It was only possible because China was called the nation of martial arts.
At that moment.
[Karmic Bond]
[For 30 seconds, you move like someone you know.]
Liu’s eyes betrayed his doubt.
‘The momentum has changed?’
The arm holding the Sword hung loose.
A body that appeared infinitely light. A slightly bent waist, and within that frame, the piercing gaze of a beast.
The moment the Assassins thrust forward.
Splurt—
His hand blade struck the neck of an Assassin who had driven in.
The flexibility of his feet, head, and body reached its peak.
Splurt, splurt splurt splurt—
Crash crash crash crash crash—!
Hyeon-su evaded every attack as smoothly as flowing water.
The presence dwelling within him was Spear Heaven Ven.
Ven and Barad each possessed different advantages.
Barad overwhelmed his enemies with explosive power and the formidable Swordsmanship of the Sword King.
But Ven’s advantages stemmed almost entirely from skill.
A seasoned veteran who had lived twenty-five years longer than Barad, who had merely lived forty years.
That veteran had reached the limits of his physical body, and the only way to improve further was through skill.
But now, Hyeon-su’s body was far younger.
Crash crash crash crash—
Splurt
Crash—
Whoosh.
Liu’s eyes betrayed his disbelief.
Six Assassins fall. And in that moment, twenty more Assassins launch themselves into the air.
Then.
Whoooosh—
At Hyeon-su’s gesture, all of them are seized mid-air.
‘Telekinesis?’
Toward those frozen and immobilized figures, he propels himself lightly off the ground.
Like a supreme master from martial arts legends, his movements through the void leave every Assassin slaughtered in his wake.
And he advances.
Crash, crash, crash, crash—
Crack.
Thud—!
Liu doubted his own eyes.
‘What am I even witnessing right now?’
This is absurd. He admits that Hyeon-su has grown considerably stronger. But no matter how much, this makes no sense.
“Unleash magic, unleash it all!!!”
Roooooar—
A mage’s inferno spell is hurled toward Hyeon-su.
In that instant, they witness a sight they have never seen in their lives.
Hyeon-su experiences it as well.
Ben’s true form, which even he had never known.
Swoooosh—
A gentle blade flows through the roaring flames.
That blade effortlessly extinguishes the scorching inferno.
[Skill negated.]
“The magic… vanished…?”
“Is it a Dispel-type skill?”
“But we felt no mana…?”
And he moves.
“Block it…”
Zhuge realizes he is the target.
“Block it, block it, block it!”
He is the most critical figure in this place right now.
He is like a soccer team’s coach.
And that Zhuge has fallen into fear.
In a previous interview, Zhuge had said this.
‘Korea? Three hours would be sufficient. If it weren’t for Lee Hwan, it would be a nation of no consequence, would it not?’
A Chinese journalist posed an interesting question.
‘You mean you’re toying with them?’
‘Well, who knows?’
The very act of not denying it was enough to invite the world’s condemnation.
But the criticism was not severe. There was good reason for it.
Yet hidden within the small nation of Korea lurked a single ferocious beast.
Kwajiiik, kwakwakwak—
Its movements resembled a Baekdu Mountain tiger scattering a pack of wolves as it advanced.
Pufpufpufpufpuf—
Zhuge fell into terror upon seeing the tiger that stalked him.
And before he knew it, the tiger had pressed a sword to Zhuge’s throat.
‘Unbelievable.’
He had pierced through thirty meters of distance.
Through a crowd of Users level 370 to 380!
In that instant.
Chagaang—
A spear knocked away Hyeon-su’s sword, and a blade drove deep into his abdomen.
The one who thrust the sword was Sword King Pond.
The strongest ranker among current participants.
Pond, ranked fourth in the world.
In China, they called him this.
The one closest to the heavens.
And Liu’s spear was equally formidable.
[Your HP drops below 30%.]
Hyeon-su had sustained considerable damage approaching this place.
“Cough—”
Pond twisted his blade.
“…Impressive.”
Pond was genuinely astonished. Hyeon-su’s skill just now rivaled that of a ranker within the world’s top ten.
Pond discerned the reason.
“Are you aiming for MVP?”
Whisk—
Yes, had this martial prowess displayed just now continued unbroken, it might have been possible.
“Your strength has faded.”
But the power dwelling within him had vanished.
Puhwaaak—!
Pond drew his weapon and Hyeon-su was sent flying once more.
Yet Pond’s speed far transcended Hyeon-su’s.
Chagaaang—!
The two exchanged endless offense and defense in mid-air.
With each clash, wounds carved themselves across Hyeon-su’s body.
Pond was simply overwhelming him.
“I’ll handle this alone.”
I spoke to Liu, who was attempting to intervene. Pond was also hunting for MVP.
Killing the Crazy Rookie, who had been the most active until just moments ago, would have brought him closer to MVP.
Crackle, crackle—
It happened in an instant.
A User at level 421.
Pond’s blade, most favored by the Chinese, pierced through Hyeon-su’s abdomen once more.
Whoosh—!
“…You’re going too far.”
Pond whispered.
“Coming to enemy territory in this state? You should be ashamed. My face is burning with embarrassment.”
Pond trampled upon his pride with a voice as if looking at an insect.
It was his twisted hobby.
Crushing those with names in the world, then destroying them.
Then suddenly, Hyeon-su began to laugh.
“Hehehehehehe.”
“…?”
Pond was bewildered.
That bizarre laughter didn’t match his appearance from moments before.
In this moment, he sensed an ambush hidden within that laughter.
‘Could it be?’
Pond’s eyes widened.
He too had watched the hunting footage of the First Calamity not long ago.
He hastily distanced himself from Hyeon-su and took a defensive stance.
‘Where? Where is it coming from? There!’
That moment.
Crackle—!
From the Korean Fortress, a single arrow was fired that far transcended Hyeon-su’s trinity.
Boom—!
Pond drew upon all his strength in a dramatic display.
Crackle—!
An absolutely invincible shield materialized before him.
This shield would surely block that Piercing Arrow.
At last.
Boom—!
The arrow came flying. And it struck Pond directly….
‘It passed through?’
Pond’s thoughts momentarily froze.
Crackle—
From behind, the sound of something being struck and sent flying echoes.
And just as he was regaining his senses.
Suddenly, a dragon appeared in the sky.
An outstretched hand snatched Hyeon-su away, carrying him swiftly back toward the Korean Camp.
He vanished at the speed of light.
Pond, seized by a terrible premonition, turned his head slowly.
“….”
Pond’s face contorted grotesquely as he took in the scene before him.
His breath quickened, his heart pounded violently, and a tremendous rage surged through him.
‘Crazy Rookie….’
A User lay embedded in the distant cliff face, his form scattering in a pitiful state.
[Zhuge has been forcibly logged out.]
Unless one was a survivor of the Continental War, all forms of communication—whispers, party chat, war chat—were impossible.
That’s right. Crazy Rookie had never been the type to laugh like that from the start.
That laughter was nothing more than a distraction meant to throw Pond off balance.
And just as Crazy Rookie arrived at the Castle Wall, he looked at Pond and smiled faintly.
The sound of that laughter echoed in Pond’s ears.
‘Ehehehehehehe.’
‘Th… thi….’
Pond had never felt such rage in his entire life.
‘You bastard aaaaaaaaa!’
It was the moment China lost Zhuge, its most crucial figure.

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