Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 215

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 215

Episode 215. Villopoze, the Dungeon Town (2)

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“I still don’t really understand what’s going on, but I’m supposed to help those dwarves, right?”

At Mangnyeom’s question, the Tyrant Dragon showed a slightly flustered expression.

His face showed he had no idea why she was asking him that.

“Well, there’s no point in asking us that…”

That was the exact moment.

“What are you doing!”

Ratatatatatata-!

One of the dwarves operating a scope on the turret while repelling monsters screamed at the top of his lungs.

Even amid the roars and explosions echoing from all directions, his voice rang loud enough to be heard throughout the entire basin.

“Hurry up and deal with those bastards! The contract terms are written on the last page of the notebook! If you can’t remember, at least read that!”

“…The last page?”

Mangnyeom tilted her head and pulled out the notebook from her pouch.

Rustle-.

As she flipped through the pages yellowed with age, she looked at the last page and let out a small sigh.

“Ah.”

『Remove the dangers around Vilopozy ─ All members of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken』

“Mm. Right.”

Mangnyeom put the notebook back in her pocket and nodded calmly.

“I should step in.”

Swoosh-.

Mangnyeom began to move forward.

Rather than walking, it seemed like she was gliding over the ground.

The hem of her flowing black dress dragged across the dirt floor, but strangely, the dust fell away from around her on its own.

Then.

The Tyrant Dragon, who had been watching from behind, spoke casually to Adelia.

“Watch carefully, Adelia.”

He stood leisurely with his arms crossed, as if he had no intention of joining this battle from the start.

“I’ve seen many Sword Masters, but Mangnyeom’s fighting style is the most unique. You’ll definitely learn something.”

“…Ah.”

Nod nod-.

Adelia nodded seriously and began to focus intently on Mangnyeom.

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The determination not to miss a single detail shone in her blue eyes.

And…

“…?”

…Watching this entire scene, I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh from sheer disbelief.

“Can’t resist playing the mentor role for even a moment, can you?”

“…!”

Flinch-.

The Tyrant Dragon seemed to feel caught and made an awkward expression as he protested.

“It, it’s not like that, I was just…”

“Wait a little. You’ll have a disciple soon too.”

“…”

Hmph-.

Having nothing more to say, the Tyrant Dragon cleared his throat unnecessarily and turned his gaze back toward Mangnyeom.

Seeing that even this battle-maniac didn’t participate in the fight and chose to watch Mangnyeom instead, I could guess just how unique her fighting style was.

Well, she was indeed a Heretic with the most distinctive abilities among all Sword Masters.

“Huh, huhhh…?”

Then, Adelia’s eyes widened in shock.

Mangnyeom had begun gliding into the middle of the bombardment zone.

The dwarves’ turrets didn’t stop despite her entering their firing range and continued their indiscriminate bombardment.

Ratatatatatata─!

However, Mangnyeom didn’t care at all.

Swoosh-.

She moved freely through the bombardment with slow, leisurely steps.

Even when cannonballs whizzed right past her, even when a hail of arrows barely grazed the hem of her dress, Mangnyeom paid no attention and silently continued walking.

As if she already knew exactly where and when every attack would come from.

【Super Intuition】

The power gained in exchange for abandoning her past and memories.

In Mangnyeom’s mind, the future several seconds ahead was already unfolding clearly.

Which turret would fire when, at what angle arrows would fly, even what movements the monsters would make.

Shing-!

Having easily passed through the bombardment zone, Mangnyeom raised her black rapier. A violet aura formed along the thin, elegant blade.

And the next moment.

Thwoom-!

A dull sound of tearing air echoed through the area.

Mangnyeom had made only a single thrust. But in that instant, the wind pressure that burst from the rapier’s tip began piercing through everything in a straight line.

Kraaaaaaaa-!

Puhwaaaaak! Puhwak-!

Holes began appearing one after another in the bodies of the wolf monsters lined up in a straight row.

Belatedly, the violet aura rippled, showing the afterimage of the strike.

“Wh, what…?”

Adelia let out a voice filled with shock.

Even the Tyrant Dragon couldn’t hide his surprised expression.

“…What’s that? Is that a new ‘Divine Weapon’ ability?”

Even for the Tyrant Dragon, this was his first time seeing Mangnyeom’s rapier. It was completely different from the massive greatsword she used to wield.

Mangnyeom’s overwhelming strike itself wasn’t the only amazing thing.

At the end of the sword energy that had pierced through dozens of monsters, there was a cannonball flying at terrifying speed.

The cannonball hit by Mangnyeom’s attack exploded in mid-air before it could even hit the ground.

Kwaaaaaaaang-!

A massive explosion occurred in the middle of the monster horde. Orange flames spread in all directions, sweeping away the remaining creatures nearby.

Super intuition that could see the future. She had used that ability to calculate even the cannonball’s trajectory and time her attack perfectly.

It wasn’t simply stopping at killing monsters, but a perfect combination that utilized the dwarves’ bombardment to deal even greater damage.

“Kahahahahaha!”

“Excellent!”

“As expected, the tide of battle changes when the Dementia Sword Master arrives!”

The dwarves operating the turrets on the cliff cheered loudly.

Swoooosh-.

Mangnyeom continued to glide deeper into the battlefield with fluid steps.

Her gait was steady. A mechanical rhythm that was neither fast nor slow. Like a dancer following a predetermined script.

Thunk-.

The rapier lightly pierced the air. In that moment, a charging wolf monster collapsed with its head pierced through, unable to even scream.

Clang-!

This time Mangnyeom gracefully swung her rapier. An arrow flying through the air struck the thin blade and changed trajectory, piercing straight through another monster’s throat.

Thud-!

The third attack. This time it was a powerful thrust with concentrated force.

Invisible sword energy shot out in a straight line, penetrating dozens of creatures at once.

Mangnyeom’s rapier moved with diverse motions. Sometimes thrusting, sometimes slashing, sometimes deflecting. But all those movements were connected like a single dance.

Monsters rushed toward her, but when they actually arrived, Mangnyeom was already standing somewhere else. And the moment their footsteps stopped, the tip of her rapier was precisely piercing their vital points.

“Hah…”

Tyrant Dragon let out an admiring chuckle.

“…Now that her sword has changed, her movements have become much more concise.”

That was right.

In the past, Mangnyeom had fought violently with a massive greatsword.

It was powerful, but there was something crude about it.

But now the rapier formed perfect harmony with her intuition, completing a much more refined art.

A fighting style that extracted maximum results with minimum movement, boasting perfect efficiency without a single wasted motion.

“Something…”

Adelia muttered.

“…It resembles Pean’s swordsmanship.”

It was an accurate analysis.

Pean predicted opponents’ movements through his enhanced senses and prepared appropriate responses.

Meanwhile, Mangnyeom directly saw the future a few seconds ahead.

Their approaches were different, but the results were the same. Both fought by ‘predicting’ the future, wielding swordsmanship that was one step ahead of others.

Awoooooo-.

Just then, the howling of wolves could be heard from far away.

The largest wolf slowly turned its body, signaling retreat. The other monsters began to flee following its lead.

Had they instinctively sensed danger? Or had they changed strategy after encountering greater resistance than expected?

Whatever the case, one thing was certain.

The monster wave was over.

“Waaaaaaah!”

In that moment, the entire basin filled with the cheers of the dwarves.

“We did it! We finally did it!”

“Dementia is the best after all!”

“You’re a hundred times better than Heukgol!”

Dwarves crawling out of the turrets all began running toward us at once. Genuine joy could be felt from their earnest running on short legs.

“…?”

Mangnyeom watched them with an expressionless face as she sheathed her rapier at her waist. She had a dazed look as if she couldn’t quite remember what she had just accomplished.

The dwarves’ cheers showed just how important Mangnyeom was in this place.

This wasn’t a simple mercenary contract, but a relationship of trust and dependence built over a long period.

Though Mangnyeom herself might not remember, to the residents of Vilopozy she was nothing less than an indispensable guardian.

‘Well.’

Story-wise, she had been protecting this place for over a hundred years, so that said it all.

Thud thud thud-!

The sound of dozens of dwarves rushing over grew closer and closer.

“Dementia! Welcome back!”

“Oh, our Dementia! Are you hurt anywhere?”

“You didn’t get lost and wander around like last time, did you? You must be hungry! We need to get you something warm to eat right away!”

The dwarves surrounded Mangnyeom and began making a fuss as if they had found a lost child.

And…

“…?”

“…?”

“…?”

Tyrant Dragon and Adelia stood there dumbfounded, looking bewildered at the scene.

Swoosh-.

Then, the dwarves belatedly noticed something strange.

Their gazes turned toward us.

“A hybrid human-dragon…?”

“Could it be…”

“The Sword Master of the Raging Dragon?”

“Who are those two next to him?”

“Are they all Heretics?”

Murmur murmur-.

The whispering grew louder.

Then one dwarf with the most abundant beard suddenly shouted out of nowhere.

“Good heavens!”

He raised both hands high as if he had realized something.

“Dementia… no, Mangnyeom has brought fellow Sword Masters for all of us! She recruited reinforcements to completely end this long monster wave!”

“Ooooh!”

“I knew it!”

The dwarves interpreted the situation in their own way and burst into cheers.

“Waaaaaaah!”

“Hooray!”

“Now we can finally rest easy!”

Tyrant Dragon and Adelia could only look back and forth between the crowd of dwarves, Mangnyeom, and me with expressions that still showed they had no idea what was going on.

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“Haha, since the great Heretics have personally graced us with their presence, we must provide proper hospitality!”

The bearded dwarf who introduced himself as the village chief led us forward while moving his feet. He kept rubbing his hands together in joy.

“This way, this way!”

As we entered between the ravine that opened in the cliff’s crevice, the true appearance of Vilopozy began to reveal itself.

Countless doors could be seen along both wall surfaces. Large and small entrances pierced through the ravine walls, extending deep into underground tunnels. It was an underground city complexly intertwined like a giant anthill.

The sound of hammering echoing from various places. Smoke rising with intense heat. And the sight of dwarves busily coming and going.

“To think there are so many forges…”

Adelia muttered in an admiring voice.

“Haha, well this is Vilopozy, the continent’s greatest weapon manufacturing site!”

The village chief puffed out his chest proudly as he explained.

He continued to guide the way, leading us deep into the ravine. Soon he opened a door much larger than the others, and we arrived at the biggest cave used as the village chief’s house and town hall.

“This is where Mangnyeom stays. You can take care of lodging and meals here. It’s an honor to host her colleagues as well.”

The spacious hall had large dining tables and chairs, and various weapons were displayed along the walls. Gorgeous decorations that seemed to show off the dwarves’ craftsmanship could be seen everywhere.

Then.

“…?”

Tyrant Dragon paused.

At the far end of the cave room, a black greatsword leaning against the wall caught his eye.

It was a massive sword exactly the size of Mangnyeom’s torso.

“This is…”

Tyrant Dragon furrowed his brow and looked back at Mangnyeom.

“You lost your greatsword, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“You even forgot your memory of going to the Forge of the Single Flame, so you got a new rapier from the Sanctuary of Flames, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But why is your greatsword stored here? If you’ve been staying and eating here, you would have seen your sword every day, right? Even for you, how could you forget this?”

“….”

Tyrant Dragon’s suspicion grew deeper and deeper.

Mangnyeom, who had been standing there blankly, avoided his gaze and answered.

“Sorry. What are you talking about? I don’t remember anything at all.”

“Don’t dodge the question and explain properly! Why do you have two divine weapons! Why is the greatsword you supposedly forgot sitting right there! What the hell happened to cause this….”

“I don’t remember. I told you I don’t remember.”

“….”

Mangnyeom shook her head back and forth.

Tyrant Dragon couldn’t hide his bewilderment at her display of selective memory loss symptoms.

“You little shit, you don’t have dementia, do you?”

“I told you I don’t remember, Pean.”

“Only at times like this…!”

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