Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 242

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Chapter 242

Ten attackers had been dispatched. They had to hold off the Monster first, but they were attackers regardless.
Among them were the three masked trio who had been defeated before.
They’d been given attack standby numbers 13, 14, and 15 in sequence.
Originally, they would have been skilled enough to rank between 1 and 10.
Since winning battles unconditionally gave far better odds, the Guild sent out those who performed best first—meaning they were among the very best.
But after their previous defeat, perception had soured, so they were deployed further back instead.

[Geomsin1 → Litmus]

The kill log surfaced in his mind.
Later on, logs would pile up so relentlessly he wouldn’t have time to check them leisurely like this.
“The last one’s dead.”
“That’s the support. Sigh. With all four dealers wiped out, the support couldn’t help but fall too.”
“You’re a support too, aren’t you? Feeling some support empathy kicking in?”
Rabbit Mask used the lull in their tense conversation to refocus the situation.
“Let’s get there and intercept fast. If they reach anywhere near our siege weapons even once, it’ll be hard to turn things around.”
They sprinted down the Northern Path.
A sentry post appeared at the Quarter Point.

[My mistake just now—I apologize. Correct course and head north.]

The Guild Master’s voice echoed in their heads, and they glanced briefly toward Rabbit Mask before looking forward again.
There was an opponent.
Plain clothing.
A basic equipment costume—not even a premium cash avatar.
An unhurried gait.
No sense of urgency whatsoever.
A blade held slack.
The kind of beginner’s sword you don’t see often.
And then.
Everything changed in an instant.
The moment they met, spells were targeted.
The warriors took the front line.
The assassins wheeled around to strike from behind.
Ice arrows fell from the sky, flames surged from both sides.
High-damage sword strikes sealed off the front.
As the ambush unfolded.
Rabbit Mask, who hadn’t turned to flee but instead stayed back to help teammates hit by evasion, widened his eyes.
Since that defeat, he’d memorized his playstyle down to exhaustion.
The reason was simple. He had to get revenge.
Conveniently, the opponent was a streamer, so information was everywhere.
He’d simply done what he hadn’t managed before—what he had to do.
And in those earlier broadcasts, he’d seen it.
The overwhelming strength unfolding right before his eyes now.
His movements cutting through the downpour of countless skills to find the one escape route were light.
Yes.
Light. As if taking a stroll.
‘Yeah. I’ve seen it all, and honestly, if we had more people next time, it’d be doable?’
Opera Mask’s words.
‘Seriously, even if you don’t let us get hit by evasion, even if we do, if you block, what can a beginner like me do?’
What Mustache Mask had said.
Frankly, Rabbit Mask believed himself to be more skilled than the other two.
And that belief seemed correct.
“Shield! Help quick!”
He’d expected this much.
For Rabbit Mask, this fight was a major challenge.
An obstacle to overcome.
At some point, Geomsin1 broke through the downpour and incapacitated the frontmost warrior.
Catching the panicked face of the incapacitated guild member as he passed, Rabbit Mask had positioned himself as planned to cover.
Assaults poured down from behind Geomsin1.
Fighting one person with ten rarely happened, so their coordination was off.
And that was fatal.
At least as far as Rabbit Mask could see.
The opponent’s body was already sideslipping, as if he’d never intended to target the incapacitated guild member from the start.
The attacks meant for the original target pierced empty air, Rabbit Mask’s cover became useless, and only another frontliner was incapacitated.
Whoosh.
With freedom of movement, his motions reached the threshold of the godly.
Crash!
He minimized incoming damage while maximizing outgoing damage, doing both simultaneously.
The opponent’s only gap was when skills triggered on fixed trajectories—every movement was meticulous.
It was chaos.
And Rabbit Mask kept striving to track the opponent’s movements with his eyes through the chaos.
Was it thanks to staying one step removed from the fighting?
Or was it thanks to rewatching the gameplay footage for the past several days?
Crash!
Rabbit Mask, who’d blocked the Double Strike aimed at the incapacitated warrior with swords locked, smiled.
“Got you, you bastard.”
For just a moment, his perception expanded beyond his limits, and he prevented his teammates from tumbling like falling leaves.
Replicating this would be difficult.
But this one instance of breaking the opponent’s calculation was enough.
Even with minimized damage taken, the opponent’s health was down over halfway, and if the fight continued at this rate, their victory was likely.
It was a single synchronization that seized the turning point.
Geomsin1 was grinning irritably too, but his eyes had widened in surprise.
“How about that!”
“That’s impressive.”
Bang!
The enemy resumed slaughtering them without mercy.
But his health was draining too.
Rabbit Mask aimed to block one more time and seal the victory.
But even if he couldn’t, that was fine.
So.
When his concentration lapsed for a moment, a voice reached his ears.

[……Dangerous!]
[It’s dangerous, you bastards!]

‘What?’

[The supporters are coming! No wait, they’re already here! Three of them! Fall back, I’m telling you!]

Ten had become six.
But the opponent had only one-fourth of his health left.
The enemy’s red health bar, barely surviving, suddenly filled with white shield.
Geomsin.
Geomsin157, Geomsin324. And Geomsin119.
‘Fuck. The usernames suck too.’
The fact that they’d just arrived meant he’d called them long before the fight started.
“Seriously. You play games like a dog.”
“At this point, we should’ve brought twenty people. When exactly did I say I could hold them all solo?”
Seo Jun reproached Rabbit Mask as if in disbelief.
“You bastard!”

* * *

[Hehehehe. So you couldn’t even catch them with a 1-versus-10? Truly a monster.]
[Well, technically their supports left too, but…….]
[Anyway, that’s not really what matters, is it? Monster?]

The tone was gentle, but it came across as threatening to Guild Master Monster.

[Yes. Just as Ppoppi’s father said, the opponent does seem to be a monster!]

That’s right.
The Monster that had been called Ppoppi’s father was in fact Monster the Guild Master.

[Then we should make a decision right away, yes? Hehehehe. They look hopeless as it is.]
[Yes, I will. How should I proceed?]

Summarizing Jijong Gunju’s current situation:
They’d won against Mion, but it took time.
And before the Geomsin Faction’s fight results came in, attacks they’d sent were already arriving.

[It seems Monster didn’t hold back the Geomsin Faction well, so they probably charged up more than us. So…….]

Soon Ppoppi’s father’s orders came down, and Monster answered.

[Understood.]

From now on, it was either a game of reading air or all-out war.
One of the two.

* * *

Seo Jun held the chokepoint and waited for Monster’s reinforcements to arrive while assessing the battle situation.

[I’m sorry. Bangju won, but we lost, so it’s about even.]

It was the voice of Mion Guild Master.
Seo Jun switched on his mic and spoke.
“It’s fine. There’s still more to come, so let’s try our best.”
The situation was this:
Seo Jun had inflicted heavy casualties on Monster with fewer troops.
So Monster could no longer aim for first place. Not if Seo Jun kept blocking them here.
All Monster could do was shift strategy to push Jijong Gunju forward.
All of Monster’s resources would be released to interfere with the Geomsin Faction and Mion.
If Monster targeted the Geomsin Faction, they’d be held up, and it would become a race between Jijong Gunju and Mion over who captured first.
If left alone, the winner would be Jijong Gunju.
So if Monster targeted the Geomsin Faction, the Geomsin Faction would abandon capture entirely and head east to grab Jijong Gunju’s ankles.
Then Monster would spend all their time moving, Jijong Gunju would be tied down, and Mion could capture freely.
What if Monster targeted Mion instead?
If things proceeded as-is, Seo Jun and a few supporters, plus the now-depleted Geomsin Faction having spent attackers on Jijong Gunju, would have high odds of winning.
If Mion went ahead and switched entirely to Jijong Gunju, it’d be hopeless.
In other words, Monster now had to split their forces.
And they had to deal with Monster’s divided troops while checking Jijong Gunju simultaneously.
“First we need to see the results of the fights we sent. Are those guys strong?”

[According to the guild members, the defenders had fewer numbers but still lost. They say the enemy’s PvP strength is stronger than expected.]

So that’s how it was.
Perhaps Mion, and the users of Racle, had underestimated the Blood Clan.
This was a game won by those who could achieve victory with the fewest numbers.
This meant that no matter the troop distribution, losing a fight was the end.
‘In the end, I have to hold this position.’
Seo Jun was currently in the West; it would take too long to go east and attack now.
Seo Jun’s best option was to stay here and block as much as possible if Monster tried to go north or south.
‘Maybe we’ll lose Round 1 because of the Blood Clan. I shouldn’t have sent attackers.’
If only he’d sent attackers toward Jijong Gunju from the start.
‘Should I prepare for siege warfare?’

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The Geomsin Faction had lost.
The ten sent to shake Jijong Gunju at an early timing had died, despite Seo Jun’s orders to drag things out and delay.
The enemy waited until Mion and Geomsin Faction’s attackers were right in front of the siege weapons’ range before defending—
A display of confidence that they could block even point-blank, and an act of charging to the limit.
Because of this, the situation reversed.
Death meant respawn, but attacking meant abandoning charge itself.
If you couldn’t shake the opponent, you took double the loss.
Monster in the West split their forces north and south as expected and pressed Attack Ground.
The troop ratio favored the Geomsin Faction two-to-one.
They avoided Seo Jun and turned toward the Geomsin Faction, and Seo Jun and the Geomsin Faction attacked from front and back.
And Mion simultaneously headed entirely toward Jijong Gunju.
Monster’s remaining third also appeared behind Seo Jun, having apparently never departed for Mion in the first place.
Monster versus Geomsin Faction.
Mion versus Jijong Gunju.
All guild members were fighting, and the Geomsin Faction achieved an overwhelming victory.
It was Seo Jun’s fight. There was no way they’d lose.
At that moment, if the enemy didn’t achieve an overwhelming victory themselves, Round 1 would be a smooth win for them.
But the Blood Clan achieved an overwhelming victory too. Against Mion, ranked 3rd overall.
For viewers, the result was more shocking than expected.
Mion and Jijong Gunju’s guild war records were identical, and only by a slight margin of additional points was Jijong Gunju in first.
But when they actually clashed, the skill gap was quite noticeable.
What remained was to see how much additional charging each side had done beforehand.
After checking, Jijong Gunju arrived at the Center of Inner Castle by the slimmest margin and captured it.
The game moved to the next round, and during the waiting time, the Guild Master of the victorious side’s voice reached all 200 players.
It was a victor’s privilege to touch morale.

[Hehehehe. You young folks really underestimated us. Ah, Geomsin. How about, if you end up losing this game, you come learn from us later? Come to our server and we’ll treat you to the full course. Hehehehe.]

‘He’s trying to win hearts again.’
At Ppoppi’s father’s hehehehe laughter, Seo Jun giggled in the waiting room.

[East]
[West]
[South]
[North]

Once the match started, they could choose their desired direction and spawn there.
Mion Guild Master approached Seo Jun in the waiting room.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“It’s fine. We should try siege warfare once. If we defend, they absolutely won’t get through.”
“Haha. That’s right! So how will you approach this siege?”
There were two ways to succeed at siege warfare.
Either all push together to a specific point.
“We have to take the Gunju, hehehehe.”
“Ah……, yes. But why did your tone suddenly change?”
“Well, strictly speaking, I’m older. Hmm.”
“……?”

[1 minute 58 seconds remain until siege warfare starts.]

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“Can you hold them?”
“Yes, senior.”
“With the Dragon General Buff, there’s no way we’d lose.”
Dragon General.
The Guild Master of the side occupying the castle could designate three guild members as Generals, and the buff given to these Generals was the Dragon General Buff.
“That young man’s a monster—he beat ten people.”
“Don’t worry.”
“We know well enough what this generation’s level is like. Born into a peaceful era, there’s nothing we can do about it.”
They had pride.
Old and bad reflexes? Only works if you’re in your twenties?
Absolutely false. It was being proven with every continued fight.
They’d overwhelmed even top-tier guilds of comparable strength.
The experience from frenzied hunting ground PKs and Slaughter Orders was never wasted.
Confidence overflowed.
“Hahaha.”
“Hehehehe.”
The Blood Clan, who still hadn’t experienced firsthand why Seo Jun was Geomsin, why people gathered under the name Geomsin, laughed without restraint.

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