The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 270

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Episode 270
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With the sound of a blade being drawn, the superior troll boss transformed into chunks of meat.
The viewers reacted to that sound just the same.
-????????
-What the????
-What did we just see????
-Didn’t they say it had resistance to slashing and cutting???
-It’s not immunity, so it should work….
-It works that effectively?
The Spirit Announcer, hearing the viewers’ reactions, belatedly regained composure and continued speaking.
Yet the shock hadn’t faded, and their voice still trembled noticeably.
[H-how is this possible!? Silvanor from Team 133!? Displaying absolutely incredible, i-incredible skill!!! But the figure still remains hidden beneath the robes!!! What could their true identity be!??]
The viewers couldn’t help but agree with the Spirit Announcer’s words.
There were certainly skilled individuals capable of taking down a boss so decisively in a single strike.
Quite a few, in fact.
And within this survival competition, there were several such individuals as well.
But perhaps it was because they concealed their identity and maintained an air of mystery?
That they drew even more attention was undeniable.
Hahaha, I seriously thought it was going to be a Forbiddens-exclusive stage, but hahaha.
-There’s a Magic Tower team and a Knights Order team too, so the balance seems pretty good?
-You could say this is a game between those four?
She’s a total dark horse, haha.
The emergence of an underdog or dark horse, which the masses typically favored.
Most were pleased with the situation.
After all, no one enjoyed watching a one-man show.
However, there were those who found this situation displeasing.
Naturally, the Spirit Announcer’s broadcast was being heard by all the participants in the survival competition as well.
This was true regardless of whether they were users or NPCs.
Because of this, several teams couldn’t help but grow tense at the emergence of such a dark horse.
The three teams the viewers were buzzing about wore peculiar expressions.
“A wielder of a demonic blade, perhaps.”
Zaya, the leader of the Forbiddens, muttered thus.
“…Sigh, another obstacle to our mission has appeared.”
Gamus, the leader of the Featherwing Knight Order, spoke as if troubled.
Finally, the mages of Serul Tower.
“…Is this what they call a dark horse? We cannot afford to lose our research material.”
They likewise muttered as if perplexed.
They were those determined to secure the demonic blade at any cost.
All the more so.
Meanwhile, Team 133, clad in black robes, vanished swiftly without revealing any of their intentions.
So secretive that even the Spirit Announcer struggled to locate them.
[Ahhh!!! Team 133! The entire team is attempting concealment!!! Even I, who can observe all situations for broadcasting purposes, can barely make them out!!! Just how high is their level of skill!!!]
With that cry from the Spirit Announcer.
The other three teams all abandoned their pursuit of Team 133.
Accepting that they couldn’t do anything about them in this match.
The Forbiddens, moving even faster, seemed to focus on reducing their numbers and advancing to the main rounds.
They hunted down and slaughtered other teams, while the Knights Order maintained a defensive, survival-focused stance.
Finally, the Mages also tried to avoid their surroundings as much as possible.
But they faced any enemies they encountered head-on.
With their primary mastery of cold magic, the temperature always dropped around them, and most teams wouldn’t even approach areas where the temperature seemed to plummet.
Thus the survival match seemed to progress smoothly.
Just as viewers grew increasingly weary of the tedious spectacle.
Among the four teams being discussed as championship favorites.
Two teams encountered each other.
8.
A dense jungle.
And within it, a spearman rapidly traversing the jungle, sweeping away every living creature in sight.
Whoooosh—!!!
The spear was wielded like a sword.
Yet the entire spear was imbued with an aura so sharp that it severed everything its trajectory touched.
As the energy wave erupting from the spear swept the surroundings, a shockwave so violent that it lifted the very earth itself surged forth.
Craaaash—!!!
Combined with the skill’s power and the user’s exceptional sense, it erupted with overwhelming force, reducing the area to devastation.
One nearby team was annihilated.
Unable to withstand even a single strike.
Keron, the Forbiddens’ spearman who still found everything tedious.
Couldn’t help but smile now.
That single strike should have swept through everything within range.
Yet only one spot remained unscathed.
As if something solid had blocked it.
And upon discovering this, Keron let out a vicious grin and shouted.
“Hahaha! This should be fun! You wield that sword so well, do you?”
At Keron’s words, a man in a black robe slowly emerged from the transparent barrier.
A sword hung at his waist, and his robed companions remained completely still.
Finally found them!
Keron felt a thrill at that realization.
He thought they couldn’t be discovered.
Yet they revealed themselves in an area-of-effect attack like this.
One of his companions behind him pressed a hand to his forehead.
He didn’t seem inclined to step forward unnecessarily.
And seeing the troublesome expression, Keron felt oddly pleased.
It felt as though he was being acknowledged.
‘Well, meeting me would be troublesome enough.’
That’s how he understood it.
But Keron had no idea the reality was different.
The Swordsman in the black robe slowly drew his blade.
Keron adjusted his grip on his spear as well.
He couldn’t hold it the same way he did when catching small fry.
Keron grinned and spoke.
“Your name was Silvanor, wasn’t it?”
“…That is correct.”
He thought the man wouldn’t respond.
But unexpectedly, he answered.
Keron surveyed his surroundings with evident amusement.
He sensed no approaching presences.
Even using detection-type skills, he felt nothing.
They could fight for a while without interruption.
With that in mind, he gripped his spear with genuine focus.
An unexpected statement came flying at him.
“Hmm, you seem quite troubled. Allow me to oblige you.”
So he really was finding him troublesome.
Understanding it that way, Keron charged forward with his spear.
He surged forward like a projectile, thrusting his spear tip!
The spear thrust forward in a blur became a single flash of light.
A speed most would fail to catch.
Yet the Swordsman called Silvanor moved with such ease, adopting an upper stance and deflecting the spear point, which was redirected along the blade’s arc and sent off at an angle.
But Keron swiftly recovered the spear and struck with the opposite end of the shaft toward the Swordsman’s unguarded flank.
Boom——!!!
A thunderous explosion erupted from the Swordsman’s side.
Yet Keron’s expression twisted sharply.
The Swordsman had raised his leg, blocking with what appeared to be knee armor.
Moreover, Silvanor’s stance and position remained unmoved, only leaving deep footprints in the ground.
Clear evidence that he had blocked the attack.
Since Silvanor’s face and expression were hidden, Keron couldn’t tell how much damage had been dealt.
So Keron tried to swiftly withdraw from that position.
‘Damn it.’
If the attack had failed, staying there would be foolish.
However.
“Impressive.”
After hearing Silvanor’s voice as if making an assessment,
Keron, his vigilance at its peak, seized the spear with both hands in one motion and lifted it.
A sword slash came hurtling toward that spot, though belatedly.
Shwing!
Crash——!!!
Screeeee——.
He blocked it, though late.
The block succeeded, but the impact from the sword materialized on the spear’s blade like heat shimmer rising, and though Keron tried to hold his ground with sturdy legs,
he had no choice but to retreat far back, carving a deep furrow through the Jungle.
How could he wield a sword with such power from that stance?
It had been a fleeting moment where even activating a skill would have been difficult.
Of course, Keron himself could employ techniques that maximized his stats by utilizing passives.
But executing it to that degree was extraordinarily difficult.
‘Insane.’
He wasn’t merely skilled with the sword.
Because Keron himself trained with the spear even in reality, he could sense it.
The one standing before his eyes was a master.
After reaching that conclusion, he swallowed hard and calculated rapidly.
Could he defeat this master right now?
Yet the odds diminished the more he calculated.
‘With my magic sealed, there are limits.’
But he couldn’t flee immediately either,
so watching Silvanor charge forward, Keron raised his spear.
In terms of reach, the spear held an overwhelming advantage over the sword.
If both combatants were at equal skill levels, the spear boasted superior win rates.
But once that skill gap emerged, even that advantage would fade.
Keron thrust his spear rapidly toward the charging Silvanor.
Countless points flew like rain pouring down.
Yet Silvanor dodged each one individually, and deflected several of them.
The moment he entered the sword’s range,
the spear blade, which had transformed the multiple sword slashes into points, became a single line and blocked the sword’s attack.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang——!!!
The Spirit Announcer continued babbling about something,
but Keron had no time to pay attention to such things.
Each strike was a sword slash that could lead to fatal injury.
He couldn’t afford to spare effort elsewhere.
The sword, which then unleashed countless lines, cut through everything around it.
Everything in its vicinity except the spear that blocked it.
Slash! Slash!
Whoooosh——!!!
Shing!
A sword strike that severed everything in its path.
Yet the spear blade somehow managed to intercept it.
Of course, it couldn’t block everything.
Keron’s body was covered in countless shallow wounds, blood streaming down in rivulets.
Yet Keron’s eyes remained sharp and alive.
While defending with such fierce intensity.
In that instant, Keron’s eyes flashed with light.
The spear that had blocked all the lines.
He seized the brief opening as the sword was being withdrawn to launch his counterattack.
The sword was being retrieved, while the spear blade rushed forward in the opposite direction.
The spear blade, transformed into a line of force, cut sharply through the air as energy coalesced.
It carried a skill within it as it flew toward Silvanor.
A skill far more powerful than when he first revealed himself erupted forth, and a cutting strike that seemed to sever all things gathered into a line of force and flew toward Silvanor.
Crash——!!
The distance between them was merely a sword’s length and a half.
With the sword being withdrawn, blocking that tyrannical spear line was far from easy.
In that moment, Silvanor spun his body and twisted his wrist smoothly, his arm whipping like a whip, and simultaneously the sword moved in a sinuous, curved trajectory like a serpent, unleashing a jade-green, crystalline sword aura toward the spear blade.
The tyrannical spear energy and the jade-green crystalline energy collided, instantly consuming the surroundings and erasing all color.
Color vanished from this entire area, and vast energy swept across the surroundings.
Trees and earth rose up as if this were no longer a Jungle, creating a massive chasm.
Crash——!!!
[Truly, truly astounding!!! The two skills collided, creating an enormous shockwave!!! The rising dust obscures our view, but we can certainly see the silhouettes of both fighters!!!]
-Insane;;;
-What is this????
-Crazy;;;
-Wow;;;;
-I really hate the Forbiddens, but I have to admit their skills are real.
-Who is this Silvanor guy????
The viewers too were all shocked in that moment.
The dust cleared, and the silhouettes of both figures became visible.
However.
Once all the dust settled.
Silvanor’s robe was torn in places, revealing his true form.
A very youthful elf swordsman’s appearance was exposed, while the silhouette of Keron that had seemed intact was revealed as the dust cleared.
His head was gone.
With Keron collapsed in that state and Silvanor’s true form revealed, he—Silvanor—apologized to Yoo Sung-hyun with an awkward expression.
“My apologies.”
Unable to preserve his robe, his face had been exposed.
As a result.
-W-what??? An Elf!!!!
-An Elf Swordsman!?
-So cool;;;
-Kyaaaa oppa, you’re amazing!(swoon)
Yoo Sung-hyun scratched his cheek awkwardly at the viewers’ reaction, muttering under his breath.
“Sigh, I knew this would happen.”
I tried my best to conceal my identity.
Well, what can I do?
-S-still, they won’t know if you’re a High Elf, right?
Fiora, who had fortunately applied cognitive suppression well, spoke up from beside him.
Now that it’s come to this, there’s no helping it.
“Let’s make our move in earnest.”

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