I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 121

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 121
121: Iron-Clad Knight Sequeran VS Platinum Sword King Jiyuchan (2)
Boom, boom, boom.
Crash, crash, crash.
As a massive crater formed and debris tumbled toward its center under gravity, filling the air with sound, Jiyuchan remained vigilant, sword gripped firmly in hand. From the depths of the crater came a sharp piercing sound, followed by the noise of something heavy bursting forth.
Splash——!!
Water surged with such force it seemed to create ocean currents, yet Jiyuchan stood unmoved, both feet planted firmly on the ground without the slightest wavering. Sequeran, who shot forth from the crater’s center to stand before Jiyuchan, had abandoned the smile that had graced his face moments before.
A deep indentation marked his chest where the golden storm had struck the Geumungjeonrak with the sharpness of an awl. Though the wound was severe, it fell short of being fatal—Sequeran walked out unscathed, prompting Jiyuchan to raise his sword once more.
Sequeran gazed down at the fist-sized cavity in his own chest.
Moments later, as if nerve fibers were sprouting, several tendrils emerged around Sequeran’s face, and he opened his mouth.
“It seems I underestimated you.”
He had considered Jiyuchan a formidable swordsman, yet beneath that assessment lay a subtle contempt. His initial judgment that Jiyuchan would fall prey to psychological warfare had been a grave miscalculation.
As Sequeran spoke, Jiyuchan raised his sword with an expressionless face, but tension bloomed within him at the palpably different aura Sequeran now emanated.
Though Sequeran said nothing more, I could feel it.
Everything would be different from this moment forward.
As Jiyuchan raised his blade with that thought, Sequeran opened his palm to form a hand-blade and charged toward him without hesitation.
Sequeran’s two arms, bound by swordsmanship, mana manipulation, and iron-clad armor, were themselves like blades. As he charged, his arms extended like branches of a tree, elongating to match the very length of a held sword.
Whoosh——!
Jiyuchan raised his sword to block the elongated, iron-clad arm of Sequeran that stretched like a wooden limb, but another arm swiftly followed, hurtling toward him.
Clang——!
Clang———!!
The blade trembled violently, its vibrations traveling through the steel into Jiyuchan’s wrist, yet he showed no sign of pain as he parried Sequeran’s arms one after another.
However.
Whoosh——!
Even as Jiyuchan blocked Sequeran’s arm as it whipped like a lash, it curved along the blade toward his throat. Jiyuchan swiftly shifted his footwork and retreated, only for another of Sequeran’s limbs to curve toward his legs.
Though it resembled swordsmanship more than a whip, yet differed from a whip in its bending trajectory, Jiyuchan showed subtle signs of strain. He moved his feet again, pushing off the ground to evade Sequeran’s limbs.
Whoosh!
Watching Sequeran’s arm slice sharply through the air, Jiyuchan raised his sword to counterattack, but this time Sequeran’s leg lashed out from a distance.
Whoosh——!
Seeing Sequeran’s leg snap rapidly toward him, Jiyuchan raised his sword to block, but in that instant, Sequeran’s foot coiled like a whip, ensnaring his blade.
With his sword caught, Jiyuchan momentarily panicked, his eyes widening as another of Sequeran’s arms hurtled toward him.
Realizing he would be struck if he remained passive, Jiyuchan twisted his hand while gripping the sword. In that instant, Sequeran’s foot, which had been gripping the blade tightly, loosened for a moment, and Jiyuchan seized the opportunity to retreat while raising his sword to block Sequeran’s incoming arm.
However.
Squelch—!
The sound of flesh being pierced echoed. As Jiyuchan’s brow furrowed, he saw another of Sequeran’s feet that had pierced through his shoulder.
One leg had lashed out like a whip to ensnare the sword, while the other had burrowed through the ground to strike and pierce Jiyuchan.
Jiyuchan swiftly extracted Sequeran’s leg from his shoulder and retreated further. Sequeran withdrew his limbs like roots, drawing them back to his body like tentacles, then glared at Jiyuchan and spoke.
“Do not think this will end here.”
With those words, Sequeran charged toward Jiyuchan once more, and Jiyuchan raised his sword to meet the frenzied assault.
All four of Sequeran’s limbs—both arms and legs—hurtling from all directions had transformed into sharp spikes, launching toward Jiyuchan like projectiles.
Sequeran’s four limbs, sharp as thorns, flew toward him like blades, and Sequeran unleashed his swordsmanship.
It was Sequeran’s technique—the Thorn Cascade.
As he activated the technique, Sequeran’s four limbs gradually fractured and split, transforming into countless thorns that scattered from all directions toward Jiyuchan. Jiyuchan watched Sequeran, then gripped his sword—now wreathed in a golden radiance streaked with platinum—and spun it in a sweeping arc.
In that instant, a dome materialized, its surface mirror-like, gleaming with the softened golden light infused with platinum.
The sole defensive technique of the Golden Sword.
Golden Sword Eighth Form: Golden Mirror Fortress.
Ting-ting-ting-ting———!!
The sound of spikes striking against something metallic echoed through the water. The moment Sequeran’s Thorn Cascade was unleashed, every single spike was repelled.
The deflected thorns from Sequeran’s technique embedded themselves deep into the Ground surrounding Jiyuchan.
And then.
Boom———!!
Sword energy erupted from the Ground where the thorns had struck, detonating with violent force. The surrounding terrain shattered into fragments, and massive clouds of dust billowed upward.
Countless bubbles formed and a Crater opened up, yet the Ground beneath Jiyuchan’s feet—protected by the Golden Mirror Fortress—remained pristine and untouched.
Sequeran’s expression darkened as he observed Jiyuchan.
The Thorn Cascade was not a technique with forms like Jiyuchan’s Golden Sword; it was closer to a lethal skill that could be imbued into a single strike.
That was why he had used it against the wounded Jiyuchan, yet Jiyuchan had managed to block it nonetheless.
‘…He possesses such swordsmanship?’
Confronted with a technique so profound that even he could not fathom its depths, Sequeran’s expression shifted to one of genuine shock, and he instinctively took a step backward.
Recognizing his own retreat, Sequeran’s eyes widened with displeasure.
‘Did I just show fear?’
That was impossible.
He reassured himself that he could never fear a mere inferior species like Humans, and to demonstrate his full power, Sequeran reinforced his carapace further before charging toward Jiyuchan.
Yet by strengthening his carapace so intensely, he could no longer extend his limbs freely as before—a contradiction to his denial of fear.
His actions betrayed the very words he had just spoken.
Jiyuchan’s eyes narrowed as he observed this.
Until moments ago, Sequeran had pressured him by wielding his limbs like ranged attacks, but now, with his carapace thickened and his movements sluggish, Jiyuchan recognized the opening—an opportunity. His eyes gleamed with intent.
The golden radiance in Jiyuchan’s gaze gradually faded, replaced by the distinct gleam of platinum, which now shone brilliantly as he too charged toward Sequeran.
As they rushed toward each other, Sequeran crossed both arms and unleashed a powerful surge of sword energy, swinging it toward Jiyuchan. In response, Jiyuchan flowed his blade gracefully, deflecting the energy waves away.
Clang———!!!
Yet the tremendous shockwave rippled outward in all directions, creating violent currents of water. Neither Sequeran nor Jiyuchan paid it any mind as they continued to exchange deadly blows, their blades and limbs clashing with lethal intent.
Clang——!
Clang——!!
Screech———!!!
Attack after attack came in succession, yet Jiyuchan calmly defended against every strike while observing Sequeran. Irritated by that scrutinizing gaze, Sequeran accelerated his movements further.
Until now, he had wielded only his two hands as if swinging a sword, but now he engaged his entire body—thrusting and kicking with his legs—transforming his dual-wielding into what appeared to be a four-fold assault, attempting to tighten the noose around Jiyuchan from all sides.
Yet even as the number of attacks multiplied, Jiyuchan remained composed, observing every movement while accelerating his own blade, blocking every assault.
Sequeran’s brows rose sharply.
‘What is this bastard….’
He was clearly faster. And yet not a single one of his attacks had landed a solid blow. Sequeran regarded Jiyuchan with confusion.
And then he understood the secret.
‘This bastard has sharp eyes!’
While I read Sequeran’s movements in advance and acted with near-perfect prediction, all of Sequeran’s attacks were grand, sweeping motions. My own movements consisted solely of raising my sword as close to my body as possible to defend or evade.
Simply put, I was moving more efficiently than Sequeran, so even with the speed difference, I could evade or block his attacks.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang———!!!
I blocked every one of Sequeran’s storm-like movements. Despite being on the Seafloor, the sparks that erupted were so scorching that they created shimmering heat waves in the Nearby Area.
As the intense exchange continued, Sequeran accelerated further to pressure me, yet I continued to block every attack.
After more than ten minutes of relentless combat, my body bore only the shoulder wound I’d inflicted earlier and minor scratches—remarkably unscathed despite the significant stat disparity. Sequeran’s expression twisted with displeasure at how pristine I appeared.
Meanwhile, I too found myself frowning.
Gush.
Unable to stop the bleeding mid-combat, blood continued to surge from my shoulder wound. The intense heat had turned both of Sequeran’s arms and legs crimson, and my sword blade glowed red as well.
The barrage of attacks was so relentless that without predicting them in advance, blocking would have been impossible. I devised a strategy, quickly retreated, and escaped Sequeran’s attack range. As Sequeran lunged toward me, uncertain of my intentions, I unleashed a technique.
The first technique I deployed was the same golden flash that had severed both of Sequeran’s arms before.
Golden Sword First Form: Golden Flash
I rushed toward Sequeran with speed like a flash of light itself, but Sequeran, as if already familiar with such velocity, swung his arms with tremendous force.
A metallic sword aura gleamed brilliantly from Sequeran, hurtling toward me. In that moment, Sequeran calculated that he would exploit the instant my speed slowed while blocking his aura to launch a counterattack. But I had no intention of blocking the aura and charged straight through.
“What!?”
Even Sequeran was bewildered by my action, but I had been waiting for precisely this moment and activated my secret technique.
The secret technique I’d been saving—teleportation—activated, and the sword aura that had been flying toward me passed through the space where I’d vanished. As I suddenly disappeared, Sequeran quickly deployed detection to locate me, but I appeared in the Airspace above, descending like an arrow.
Weaving together the first form Golden Flash with the third form Golden Heavenly Descent, the final technique of the Golden Sword took shape—a hawk descending from the sky. Enveloped in the golden flash, it transformed into something far more than a mere hawk, and Sequeran felt it simultaneously.
‘It’s coming.’
Sequeran realized I was charging toward him. The instant he prepared a counter, a strange sound reached his ears.
Rumble———
Thunder—a sound that should never exist in the Seafloor—echoed. The moment he recognized it, an impossible underwater lightning strike unfolded from my blade.
Golden Sword Tenth Form: Golden Thunder
Sequeran faced the lightning before his eyes—platinum and gold gleaming and coiling simultaneously. Then he belatedly realized his own head was already falling.
Thud, roll———
As Sequeran’s head fell, I quietly sheathed my blade and quickly staunched the bleeding from my shoulder wound. As Sequeran’s vision faded, he looked at me with utter bewilderment.
No one could mistake my expression for joy at victory.
Instead, I gripped my trembling shoulder, staunched the bleeding, and gazed toward a single location.
As if I had a different objective entirely.
‘You… bastard… I was never your true target… was I.’
Sequeran, sensing the same truth as he died, harbored that final thought. Then I quickly searched through Sequeran’s belongings.
And I obtained a small pouch with genuine interest.
I recognized it as the magical pouch that Dohyun had been so desperate to acquire and quickly secured it.
It was an extraordinary prize, but there was no time to celebrate—I needed to rush to Dohyun’s aid. I pushed off the Ground and raced toward where Dohyun was.
‘I hope I’m not too late.’
With that thought, I moved swiftly, wincing as pain shot through my shoulder.
I could only pray that Dohyun was safe.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————