Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 244

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Chapter 244

Blade met blade.
Most of the Jijun Guild members are Warriors.
Their performance is decent enough, but Assassins give them such a headache, they say.
Mechanics complain they’re too complicated. Which is to say, they give them a headache.
Mages unleash most of their attacks not instantly but after Casting, so the impact lands a moment later at a designated location—you have to predict where it’s going.
In other words, a headache.
Gunners are just as flashy as Assassins. Still a headache.
Warriors, though?
Romance.
Really, that one word alone was reason enough for them to play Warriors.
Even if they got headaches, they’d play Warriors anyway.
It’s just preference.
So when Seo Jun saw Heukmwol Geomje charging at him with his Greatsword, he spoke.
“Have you heard of the Blunt Sword technique?”
“No, can’t say I have.”
“Then let me show you.”
Seo Jun smiled and took his stance.
He took in his opponent’s movements with his eyes.
He gauged their level.
He studied their habits.
Unstoppable.
A state where no Crowd Control—no slowing, no knockdown—could land, allowing continuous movement at the same speed.
The important point was that other effects besides Crowd Control abilities still applied.
Which meant Seo Jun had a real shot at winning. Even if the opponent had Support.
If there were no Support, he’d simply win outright.
‘A Beginner Class is still a Beginner Class, after all.’
Just as the Greatsword and Longsword were about to meet, one coming down from above and one rising from below, Seo Jun’s blade twisted and slipped sideways, while his opponent’s Skill came down cleanly to strike the ground.
Next came the follow-up Skill.
A slash flew toward Seo Jun with an effect to shred his HP.
Seo Jun weathered it by dodging and parrying.
And then.
It didn’t take long.
Seo Jun’s movements shifted subtly.
Immediately after, his blade caught against the guard of Heukmwol Geomje’s sword.
The Skill was deflected.
But Heukmwol Geomje sneered as if that meant nothing.
“Ha ha ha! No good, is it!”
The reason was simple.
Even if Seo Jun pushed his blade in the same direction harder, his sword wouldn’t actually give way.
Pushing an attack onward is itself a Crowd Control effect. Nullification might apply, but it could never shake his center of gravity.
“So you’re a General, then?”
The Skill unfolded exactly as Heukmwol Geomje intended, and from beside it he saw Seo Jun pulling his arm back for a Twin Slash.
Now all he had to do was dodge.
Step back slightly.
Or lean to the side.
Or twist his body.
It was an incredibly simple sword path, and naturally it would be more than sufficient against an opponent who merely Dodged and stood still—
‘Can’t he see the General marker above my head?’
At this point, it was pathetic enough that any nervousness felt wasted.
Didn’t even the system know?
Well.
A twist.
The moment that thought crossed his mind.
His body shook.
His foot rolled instinctively to catch his balance.
He missed his footing. Panic shot through him.
His step went further back than where he’d meant to plant it originally.
And after that brief instant passed and he regained his senses—
Whoooosh.
The Twin Slash was bearing down on him.
‘This—’
I can’t dodge it.
Crack!
His HP dropped sharply.
The added Damage from the Nullification effect couldn’t be removed by Unstoppable, so he was nearly dead.
“You’re lucky, friend.”
That’s how Heukmwol Geomje saw it.
“That’s what I mean by the Blunt Sword technique.”
“Hm. And what exactly is this Blunt Sword…?”
Crack!
“Go back and think it over in peace.”
‘Insolent…’
Braced for impact as he was, Seo Jun’s unstoppable follow-up that he could not evade drained the last of his remaining HP.
It happened so fast that a few Support players from above came down late, but—
‘Tsk… died by mistake. I should tell the Supporters not to come down.’
As the screen turned grayscale and then black, Heukmwol Geomje thought in the darkness.
Simply that he’d been unlucky.
Certainly, that opponent was a master who dodged and parried all his Skills with ease, but in the end, wasn’t the mistake his own?
‘When I respawn, I need to report the situation quickly.’
The South will eventually fall. He was dead, and the Support players had fallen out of position.
Yet Heukmwol Geomje wasn’t worried.
He’d dodged and Evaded the opponent’s attacks with superior skill.
This meant the opponent was clearly superior.
But because he saw the loss as stemming from a mistake, and mistakes were just mistakes—
‘I’ll defend from behind. Together. That should work.’
All of this miscalculation stemmed from Heukmwol Geomje’s natural assumption that even that mistake couldn’t be engineered—
and he failed to properly recognize that if Seo Jun were using a different class’s exclusive technique with a high Skill coefficient, he’d have died in one hit, but precisely because he was a Beginner Class, one extra hit was needed.
He also failed to recognize that despite all this, he’d been suppressed the entire time.
So when, the moment he was reborn, Gilma asked him about the situation—

[Brother. This guy’s definitely far superior to me—a completely different tier of Mechanical Skill, like pro-level? That kind of thing? But if we gather together, we can stop him. And he seems to have zero grasp of Lord-tier power.]

That was how he answered.

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‘So he wasn’t a Lord after all.’
When his HP was being drained, there was no sign of real alarm in his eyes.
Seo Jun had started to move toward the eastern City Wall but stopped.
‘If things go this way, this position will fall anyway. They’ll naturally pull the whole front back. Better not to move—help here instead and force them to pull the line back faster, deeper.’
In the end, even if he was hunting for the Lord, that would be easier.
Gradually shrinking the circle of the front line, moving from a large arc to smaller concentric rings.
Seo Jun processed the Support players who came down and climbed up onto the City Wall, beginning to push forward.
“The other side will start pulling back soon. Keep your deaths minimal while accounting for that, then push forward hard once they start retreating.”
If done right, the whole line could be broken in one surge.
In a Siege, when one side is losing, this scenario plays out frequently enough that everyone’s familiar with it.
The other side was probably expert at maintaining their line by moving back and not dying as much as possible—
but ultimately, it came down to skill.
Crack!
The moment Seo Jun appeared from behind and began striking at the southern forces, they chose to retreat rather than engage.
Each death was critical.
But fall back and reposition like this?
The respawn for Defense is at the center; for Assault, outside the city walls.
The further back they’re pushed, the more advantageous Defense becomes, so being happy about pushing them back now would be premature.
What really mattered was the objective point.
‘Or the Lord.’

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When Defense gets overwhelmed, the battle naturally shifts to urban combat.
But urban combat doesn’t actually favor Defense—you can’t hide inside buildings, and the goal is simply to block the entry point.
“Top! Top’s open! Fill it!”
“Push through!”
In wide streets like the Market Square, players pack the ground while others try to attack from behind and flank, with combat raging on rooftops as well.
Die and you run back to fill gaps; kill and you push the line forward one step—that’s PvP.
What matters most here is rapid, constant repositioning to cover weak points.
And individual combat skill.
Seo Jun surveyed the entire battle from the Rooftop.
‘If I were down there pushing?’
Three Generals were following Seo Jun’s position.
Their mindset was: kill Seo Jun and they’d win even without the other Generals.
In fact, spreading the Generals thin was why Seo Jun had pushed so far that victory was nearly within reach.
But the three Generals had gathered, and Seo Jun had retreated to the Rooftop, standing with hands clasped behind his back, watching.
So far, the only General he’d confirmed wasn’t the Lord was Heukmwol Geomje.
He’d killed him three times.
About 15 minutes had passed, so roughly half the time remained, and the enemy had to hold that half right before losing.
But now that the Generals had grouped up, they looked confident.
‘One of them is the Lord, though.’
Seo Jun chuckled softly.
He was certain of it.
Their eyes.
They were playing it cool, but their body angle and gaze frequency made it clear they were focusing their attention on one person.
And that person was—
‘Ppoppi Appa, who raises a private fund.’
That’s what he’d said—that he raised a private fund.
There’d been no point in calling out whether it was Samoyed instead.
Setting up a Gilma and a General as the Lord showed guts. The kind that made you impressed.
Server rank 1 wasn’t just for show, clearly.
But as Seo Jun acknowledged his opponent’s strength, he grew more methodical.
“Time to finish this.”
“Heh. How exactly?”
“Geomje, arguing again?”
“Argh!”
“You’ve already died three times.”
“Exactly why I’m not arguing!”
“Still don’t know what the Blunt Sword is, do you?”
“I… maybe?”
After dying three times, Heukmwol Geomje could at least grasp that his mistakes weren’t really mistakes.
That his opponent had done something to him.
But what on earth was this Blunt Sword technique?
“It’s like this, see.”
Seo Jun finished speaking and jumped down. Literally jumped.
Heukmwol Geomje and Pacheondohwang, who’d been keeping him in check from above, moved to follow. Urgently.
That was because Ppoppi Appa was at the location where Seo Jun had landed.
‘Because he’s the Lord.’
The moment he landed, Seo Jun issued orders to the players around him.
“Mages, in two seconds, unleash at the location I specified, like we planned!”
Among the 15 teammates fighting below, there were about four Mages.
And that was enough.

[Got it!]
[Understood!]

“Let’s grab him, brother!”
“He’s finally come down, boss!”
As Seo Jun approached Ppoppi Appa, he heard the voices of the two Generals behind him, and they sounded clearly panicked, so Seo Jun laughed.
Loudly.
Ppoppi Appa spotted Seo Jun and laughed just as heartily, swinging his Greatsword.
Another Warrior, naturally.
“At last we meet! Geomsin!”
Ppoppi Appa showed no alarm at the sudden turn of events.
He was most confident in his own skill. From what he’d heard, his investment power ranked second in the guild, so it wasn’t for nothing that the Guild Master didn’t appoint him.
Clang!
Seo Jun opened with a light Counter, returning the greeting with action.
“That won’t be enough for you!”
“Then try Evading?”
“Let’s see you do it.”
Confident voice.
Probably from the attack coming in behind him now.
Seo Jun took a step and slipped between the sword strikes with light footwork.
“Gilma, watch your footing! They say when someone mentions this Blunt Sword thing, they always trip!”
More precisely, they lose their center of gravity, but Seo Jun saw no need to correct that.
“Got it!”
The turn passed to Ppoppi Appa.
Then to the two following behind.
Then back to Ppoppi Appa.
Accustomed to group combat, they pressed without gaps, and Seo Jun found himself steadily pushed back.
His HP dropped several times as attacks landed and Support shields came in, but it was down to a third now.
“Ha ha ha! Three makes all the difference! Go on, try that Blunt Sword thing again!”
“Don’t let up.”
“Understood.”
Just when it seemed they’d drop him by more than half in an instant, showing the power of these Warlords—
Seo Jun raised his blade skyward.
A signal to look up.
And strangely, their eyes followed the blade.
At its tip—more precisely, in the sky—they saw Magic Circles stacked thick, nearly finished with their Casting.
“Is that… Magic Sword Technique?”
“This too is the Blunt Sword technique, Geomje.”
“But that’s magic, isn’t it…?”
“Ha. Well, that’s done it.”
The Mages’ ultimate techniques were unleashed.

[Assault has succeeded.]
[Designate your Lord and General. Prepare for Defense.]

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The members of Jijun Guild and the Monsters didn’t even manage to figure out what happened before being summoned into the waiting room.
What they could gather was only a few things.

[Mm. Can everyone hear me now? Listen carefully. The Lord was within our reach. Let me say it again. The Lord was within our reach.]

That annoying bastard had done something and won again.
And now they’d have to break through him to succeed in their own Assault.
Morale had every reason to plummet.

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