Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 110

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 110

 

Episode 110. Haibroon Subjugation War (4)

 

Kwaaaaaa—!

 

Dark crimson energy flowing from the corrupted Jaque’s body shot up to the sky.

 

That overwhelming demonic energy began to distort the surrounding air.

 

“Kugh…!”

 

Energy surging in all directions.

 

Unable to withstand the ferocious aura, Adelia stumbled backward step by step.

 

She instinctively realized that with her current abilities, she couldn’t face the corrupted Jaque.

 

“Oh?”

 

Sssss—.

 

In contrast, the Tyrant Dragon began staring at Jaque with an intrigued smile.

 

An expression of excitement from meeting a worthy opponent after a long time.

 

“Interesting.”

 

Sring—!

 

The next moment, a sharp metallic sound rang out.

 

The Tyrant Dragon gripped the handle of his greatsword tightly, taking a stance as if ready to charge at his opponent at any moment.

 

“…To think he could become this strong just by contracting with Evil Deities.”

 

That’s right.

 

Jaque, who had been level 99, had crossed the wall of transcendence through his contract with Evil Deities.

 

Now he had gained power beyond that of most Sword Masters.

 

For the Tyrant Dragon, who felt ecstasy in battles against the strong, this was an incredibly exciting situation.

 

“Ahh…”

 

Just then, a sigh escaped from Jaque’s mouth.

 

Crackle, crackle—!

 

The dark crimson energy that had been rampaging in all directions began to gradually subside.

 

The corruption was completely finished, and finally Jaque’s demonic energy was slowly stabilizing.

 

“…Remarkable.”

 

Gooooo—!

 

Jaque’s voice resonated throughout the entire space.

 

Like an echo from deep within a cave, his voice carried a supernatural resonance.

 

As the dark crimson energy cleared, Jaque’s transformed appearance was gradually revealed.

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

For a moment, silence flowed.

 

Adelia, the Tyrant Dragon, and even Heukgol—everyone stared at the corrupted Jaque with shocked expressions.

 

Crack, crackle—!

 

It was a form that could no longer be called human.

 

A massive frame. Arms and legs nearly twice as long and thick.

 

His blackened skin was covered in places with carapace. The holy knight’s armor, melted by demonic energy, had grotesquely fused onto his flesh.

 

“His right arm…”

 

Adelia was horrified.

 

Because Jaque’s right arm holding the executioner’s blade was abnormally swollen.

 

Blood vessels writhing like living snakes.

 

Unable to bear the weight of his massive forearm, Jaque was supporting his body on all fours like a beast.

 

“What on earth…”

 

Witnessing this, Adelia muttered with a trembling voice.

 

“…What on earth did you become this hideous for, Hiverun Lord?”

 

An infinitely disgusting and grotesque appearance.

 

However, Jark von Haibrunn didn’t care about this at all.

 

He was merely savoring his new power, clenching and unclenching the hand not holding the executioner’s blade.

 

“So this is true power.”

 

A mad smile spread across Jaque’s lips, lost in ecstasy.

 

“To think I could reach the realm I’ve longed for my entire life so easily… What have I been struggling for all this time?”

 

A smile formed over Jaque’s torn lips. It was a somehow bitter-looking laugh.

 

Kwaaaak—!

 

At that moment, Jaque gripped his sword with his enlarged right arm.

 

The executioner’s blade began to grow larger and larger as it was stained with dark crimson energy.

 

This was the first pattern of “Corrupted Haibrunn,” one of the worst bosses in Lost Elder’s main story.

 

“…Retreat immediately, Adelia.”

 

Thaat—!

 

The moment my voice rang out, Adelia leaped backward and retreated toward the hill where we were.

 

It was the very next moment that Jaque swung his massive executioner’s blade.

 

“Before me, escape is meaningless.”

 

Kwaaaaaa—!

 

A tremendous strike filled with condensed demonic energy flew toward us.

 

At the same time, something brushed past my side.

 

Eerie chills ran up my spine. Movement so swift that even I, who had reacted to Dorico Shiro’s “Talisman Throwing” and The Adversary’s “Black Downpour,” couldn’t perceive it.

 

‘…Ah.’

 

I could belatedly realize one fact.

 

What had brushed past me was none other than the Tyrant Dragon.

 

Kwaaaang—!

 

An ear-splitting roar.

 

Fierce wind pressure wildly whipped my hair and clothes.

 

The Tyrant Dragon, who had instantly kicked off the ground and moved, swung his sword to directly block Jaque’s sword energy.

 

“Krrgh!”

 

The Tyrant Dragon frowned and shook one hand wildly in the air.

 

It seemed his entire hand was tingling from the aftermath of the collision.

 

But instead of pain, joy was rising on his distorted face.

 

“Huuuuu…!”

 

Pshhhh—!

 

As he exhaled, hot breath escaped from the hybrid’s mouth.

 

The Tyrant Dragon stared at Jaque with gleaming eyes.

 

It seemed the joy of finally meeting an opponent of the level he desired was heating up his entire body.

 

“…This is it.”

 

Thud thud—.

 

The Tyrant Dragon’s leg muscles began to swell.

 

Crack, thud—!

 

The ground beneath his feet caved in with fine cracks.

 

It was proof that explosive power was being condensed throughout his entire body.

 

“Finally I’ve met one. An opponent I can clash with using pure ‘strength’ itself.”

 

The Tyrant Dragon’s voice contained sincere admiration and excitement.

 

“A primitive collision requiring no technique or tricks… Yes! This is the kind of fight I’ve been waiting for!”

 

Kiiiiik—!

 

Jaque slowly raised his head.

 

Crouched on all fours while looking up at the hill, his gaze held bestial madness.

 

“I too have longed for an equal battle with a Heretic.”

 

Creak—!

 

The enlarged executioner’s blade was aimed toward the Tyrant Dragon.

 

Dark red demonic energy flowed down the sword blade, sizzling as it burned the ground.

 

“Come.”

 

“….”

 

“Forty years ago, that naive boy who was moved to tears receiving a single scale from you no longer exists.”

 

Jaque smiled eerily.

 

“Now I’ll take all those scales along with your hide.”

 

“Kahahahahat!”

 

The Tyrant Dragon burst into laughter upon hearing Jaque’s provocation.

 

Before that laughter could even end….

 

Kwaaaaaaaang──!

 

…the battle began.

 

The edge of the hill crumbled down with a rumble, turning into a cliff. The ground where the Tyrant Dragon had been standing was completely shattered.

 

In the blink of an eye, the Tyrant Dragon flew to Jaque’s front and swung Pokryeomdo with all his might.

 

The moment the two swords clashed, tremendous shockwaves spread in all directions.

 

Jaque’s executioner’s blade was heavy and ponderous. With each attack, the sound of tearing air thundered through the sky.

 

Kaaaang-!

 

The recoil was tremendous. Each time sword met sword, the Tyrant Dragon’s entire body swayed backward.

 

The attacks were certainly slow. However, that very ‘slowness’ put even greater pressure on the Tyrant Dragon.

 

Because the executioner’s blade was so heavy, each attack carried tremendous impact. The moment one blocked it, the opponent was too busy losing balance to even think of counterattacking.

 

‘There’s no Sword Master with better physical balance than the Tyrant Dragon….’

 

…yet even he could barely manage to block the fallen Jaque’s sword strikes.

 

Kaaang-!

 

Jaque’s sword strikes didn’t stop.

 

Slow but designed in an unstoppable trajectory. And the momentum created by the sword carrying such massive weight.

 

Attacks that maximized these two elements drove the Tyrant Dragon to his limits.

 

“How is it, heretic!”

 

Jaque brought the executioner’s blade down from above. The Tyrant Dragon blocked it by raising Pokryeomdo with both hands, but the impact nearly brought his knees to the ground.

 

“…Damn, what a brutishly strong bastard.”

 

The Tyrant Dragon growled.

 

Though he was muttering such words, there was a smile hanging on his lips.

 

While he was grumbling curses outwardly, inwardly he was enjoying the battle himself.

 

“Is this all you have! With just this level of skill, you dared call yourself a representative of The Great Ones!”

 

Kwang, thud, kwaaaaang-!

 

Amidst the continuous clashes, the fallen Jaque was also gradually becoming intoxicated by the pleasure of battle.

 

The transcendent power he had longed for his entire life.

 

The fact that he could freely wield that force against a Sword Master he had once considered impossible to surpass made him tremendously excited.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Just then, Heukgol’s voice came from beside me.

 

“I’d say he’s had enough fun by now?”

 

Heukgol scratched his head while fiddling with his blood-stained zweihander. Seeing this, I asked.

 

“Are you planning to help the Tyrant Dragon?”

 

“Yeah, well… I think it’s about time to end this.”

 

Heukgol shrugged and looked at me with a question.

 

“But aren’t you going to help?”

 

“It’s not time yet.”

 

“….”

 

Hearing my firm answer, Heukgol frowned.

 

“What? You asked us to help, so why aren’t you doing anything… Ah.”

 

Pause-.

 

Then, Heukgol asked back with an expression of realization.

 

“Don’t tell me this is also because of the prohibition?”

 

“….”

 

I neither confirmed nor denied it. Understanding this, Heukgol sighed deeply and nodded.

 

“Sigh. Got it.”

 

“….”

 

“Then help me when that ‘time’ you mentioned comes.”

 

Slowly-.

 

Heukgol began moving gradually while shouldering his zweihander.

 

Standing on the Broken Stone that had collapsed due to the Tyrant Dragon’s footwork, Heukgol took a breath and shouted.

 

“Hey! Had enough fun? I’m joining in now?”

 

The Tyrant Dragon didn’t answer.

 

But even while fiercely exchanging swords with Jaque, he glanced over, seeming to fully understand Heukgol’s intention.

 

Confirming this, Heukgol began to move. Not rushing in hastily like the Tyrant Dragon, but walking leisurely step by step.

 

Watching Heukgol’s back, I said.

 

“Drive Jaque outside the city. If the battle intensifies here, it will only cause more damage.”

 

“Why are you giving obvious orders? I was planning to do that anyway?”

 

Heukgol replied in a sulky voice.

 

Shouldering his zweihander, he stepped toward the battlefield.

 

Watching Heukgol’s retreating figure, I spoke again.

 

“Watch carefully, Adelia.”

 

“….”

 

“You’ll gain great insight from seeing two Sword Masters fight in coordination.”

 

In one-on-one combat, pure skill and concentration were important.

 

In contrast, many-against-one situations were different. Coordination with allies, timing adjustments, and even dispersing the opponent’s attention and attacks.

 

There was an essence of swordsmanship that only revealed itself when two or more warriors cooperated.

 

If Adelia, who possessed natural talent in swordsmanship, could observe the swords of masters with higher martial prowess than herself, she could achieve explosive growth.

 

In fact, she had been growing that way all along.

 

“….”

 

Of course, with my MAX swordsmanship talent, I couldn’t miss this opportunity either.

 

Heukgol and the Tyrant Dragon.

 

If I could directly witness these two Sword Masters’ cooperative battle, I would surely gain new rewards.

 

My heart pounded frantically.

 

Anticipation for growth was heating up my entire body.

 

And….

 

‘Oh?’

 

Ding, ding, ding, ding─!

 

Sure enough.

 

The moment Heukgol properly joined the battle.

 

Messages that made me smile just by looking at them began covering my vision completely.

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