The God-Possessed Swordsmanship Genius - Chapter 38

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The Sword Genius Blessed by a God, Chapter 38

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‘Yes!’

Renard cheered silently in his head.
The telepathic exchange he’d shared with Allen flashed through his mind.

-“Decide. Will you hand the demonic sword over to your father’s murderer, or will you give it to me and take your revenge?”

There hadn’t been much time to deliberate.
Right after that, Ma-in noticed the two of them exchanging whispers through their minds and lunged at them.
No sooner had he made up his mind than—
Allen’s next message came through.

-“When I fly toward that guy, throw me the demonic sword.”

‘When I fly toward him?’

When on earth was that going to happen?
The question didn’t linger for long.
After trading a few blows, Ma-in unleashed a powerful technique.
Allen did the same.
Their techniques collided. The aftershock of Danggong clashing with Neoul kicked up a violent gust of dust.

That was when it happened.
Renard tossed the sword at his belt over to Allen.
He had no idea how he was supposed to hand it over, so he just flung it recklessly, yet Allen snatched the demonic sword cleanly out of the air.
As though he’d been preparing for this very moment all along.

‘Did he think this far ahead while fighting that guy?’

No, it wasn’t merely a matter of thinking ahead.
While locked in combat with an opponent stronger than himself, he had engineered the situation so that this exact moment would come.
And Ma-in didn’t even seem to have noticed.
Afterward, Renard drew Ma-in’s attention.
So that Allen, now holding the demonic sword, could strike at his back.
Thankfully, the plan worked.
Allen’s blade pierced through Ma-in’s body, and the tide of the battle turned.
But.

‘Will he be all right?’

Watching Allen, now gripping the demonic sword, Renard tensed up sharply.
Whether from Ma-in’s technique or not, Allen’s body was slashed in several places.
Fortunately, none of the wounds looked fatal, but the problem wasn’t the wounds.
The one in danger now might not be Ma-in at all.

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Allen, holding the demonic sword, felt as though his body might float right off the ground.
It wasn’t an illusion. Strength surged through every inch of him.

[You have grasped ‘Demonic Sword Kaglos.’]
[All Stats will rise by 30 temporarily.]
[Mission complete.]
[All Stats have risen by 3.]

All the stats that had risen temporarily—30 in total.
On top of that, 3 from completing the mission.
For a moment, Allen had the illusion that he had reached the realm of a Master.
His blood ran hot, his senses flung wide open, and the sounds from all around flooded in.
There was no time to think.
Allen lunged at Ma-in’s back.
Just as he was about to drive the blade into the heart—

[The soul of Demonic Sword Kaglos settles into your body.]

Shunk!

With the sensation of yet another soul sinking into his body, the demonic sword stabbed at the spot beside Ma-in’s heart.
Along with it came a voice.

-What on earth is going on?

Shhhk.

Allen split open Ma-in’s chest.
Unfortunately, cutting out the heart had failed.
Ma-in unleashed a sword aura. Allen recoiled on instinct, dodging the aura as he backed away.
He stepped between Renard and Ma-in. Before him, he could see Ma-in staggering.
And then, in the next instant—

[The soul of ‘Demonic Sword Kaglos’ separates.]
[All stats drop by 30.]

The stats that had swelled to fullness in an instant drained away all at once.
Well, it was absurd to expect to keep wielding such power permanently.
All that remained now were the stats earned through the mission.
Still, thanks to it, he had been able to wield enough strength and speed to inflict a fatal wound on Ma-in, however briefly. Without it, no matter how off-guard the opponent was, it would not have been easy.
Of course, that didn’t mean Ma-in had gone down from this one strike.

‘That was a bit shallow.’

Ma-in’s reaction was fast. On top of that, his own concentration had wavered slightly.
It was because of the voice that had suddenly spoken up.

-What are you? A brat your age, how could you possibly carry a soul like this?

‘What are *you*?’

Allen’s gaze flicked toward the dark crimson blade of the demonic sword.
Demonic Qi dripped steadily from the blade.
He wondered how anyone could have hidden a blade radiating such energy so neatly. The scabbard made by the Maximus Family had been sealing the demonic sword’s power.

‘So you’re the demonic sword?’

-Yes. But why is your mind still intact? Why can’t I take over your body?

‘You were trying to take over my body?’

Allen couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
Come to think of it, nothing much had happened, despite the worry Renard had voiced.
And yet the demonic sword had been trying to seize his body.

-What exactly is inside you? What is this unidentified soul… ?

[‘Soul of Ten Thousand Demons’ resists ‘Demonic Sword Kaglos’.]

At that very moment.

Kkyeeeeeeeek—!

A piercing shriek erupted from the demonic sword.
It was loud enough to split his eardrums. Allen winced and clapped a hand over one ear.
The sword’s spirit was still trapped inside, thrashing in agony, unable to seize his body.

-What are you? Why is there something like that inside your body?

‘What are you talking about? What’s inside my body—?’

Then a scene flashed through Allen’s mind.
Darkness, thick as ink.
In the middle of a massive iron cage, bound by heavy chains, sat another version of himself, smiling.

‘Could it be the Question Mark?’

Was that thing shielding him from the demonic sword?
The message that Soul of Ten Thousand Demons resists Demonic Sword Kaglos.
It was the first time the Soul of Ten Thousand Demons, whose nature had remained a mystery for so long, had revealed its effect.

‘So that guy protected my soul from the sword?’

If the effect of the Soul of Ten Thousand Demons was to protect the soul, then it made sense why the sword hadn’t been able to seep into his own.
If that was the case, this was a tremendous stroke of luck.
The sword spirit was being suppressed, and the surge of Demonic Qi was already subsiding.

-The Question Mark? You mean that’s what it’s called?

Demonic Sword Kaglos reacted as though it were terrified of something.

-How could anyone give something like that such a worthless name?

Allen’s eyes lit up.
The demonic sword acted as though it knew exactly what the Question Mark lodged inside his body was.
He wanted nothing more than to have a long, thorough talk with the thing.
But there was no time for that.
A big problem still stood right in front of him.

Ma-in, staggering on his feet.
His chest was split open more than a hand’s width, yet his eyes still burned with a fierce light.
Still, he had managed to inflict a fatal wound on Ma-in. He had also avoided the misfortune of having his soul devoured by the demonic sword.
All that was left now was to finish off the Ma-in in front of him.
But then.

“What’s that?”
“What was that noise?”
“Some idiot screaming his lungs out in broad daylight…”
“A-a fight?”

Was it because of the demonic sword’s shriek?
The barrier Ma-in had set up lifted, and people began spilling out onto the street one by one.
The smithy was a complete wreck. And there stood Allen, sword drawn, with Ma-in bleeding profusely in front of him.
Anyone could see it looked like a brawl between swordsmen.
And then, toward them.

“The demonic sword has been stolen!”

Clutching the wound with one hand, Ma-in roared.

“Take it from him right now!”

Drawn by the commotion, a crowd pressed in, and a handful of figures lunged at Allen.
Black robes concealed their bodies, and every blade they carried was wreathed in Gum-gi.
Of course Ma-in hadn’t come alone.
But Allen hadn’t come alone, either.

“Squad Leader!”
“Over here!”

From beyond the crowd came a welcome voice, somewhere in the distance.
It belonged to his squad members, who had been combing the streets of Stonevill to track down the Demonic Sword.
The swordsmen charging at Allen faltered.
Once they realized this wasn’t a one-sided fight, a flicker of confusion crossed their ranks.

“Protect the Squad Leader!”

The first to appear on the scene were Mary’s unit.
Mary, Bigla, and Flandre.
They closed the distance at speed, footwork flashing, and met the swordsmen who had turned their blades on Allen.

Ka-ga-ga-gak.
Clang!

Gum-gi collided with Gum-gi, and sparks scattered through the air.
Mary pressed the enemy swordsmen hard, driving them back at every turn.

“You made it in good time.”

Thankfully, none of the late-arriving swordsmen looked like anyone formidable.
Naturally, Ma-in had been the one calling the shots for them.
They outnumbered Mary and her squad, but the Flying Sword Corps overwhelmed them without much trouble.
Sure, they’d been teased for their dwindling record, but the Flying Sword Corps was still the Flying Sword Corps.
The three of them made it painfully clear why they were Bishuken’s elite.

“Squad Leader!”

The second group to reach the spot was Bigla and his squad members.
He hurried over to Allen and asked,

“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. But this isn’t what matters right now.”
“Then what is?”
“We were deceived. The Demonic Sword that the Flying Sword Corps and the Steel Castle went after is a fake.”

At Allen’s words, Bigla’s expression hardened.
For the Flying Sword Corps and the Steel Castle to be fooled.

“Are you saying it was a trap?”
“Exactly.”
“We need to get word of this out right away…”
“To do that, we first have to get out of here.”

Thud.

Ma-in stepped forward.
Blood streamed from the gaping wound, yet his eyes still flared, spitting Demonic Qi in every direction.
A chilling killing intent and demonic qi.
Facing it, Bigla leveled his sword at Ma-in and asked.

“Is that one… a demon-possessed one?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never seen one up close either. But… surely those wounds weren’t inflicted by the squad leader?”

Allen nodded.
At that answer, Bigla’s face twisted with disgust.

‘I knew the curse had been lifted, but…’

Even so, he had managed to hold off a demon like that?
One look was enough to tell that the aura pouring off Ma-in was no ordinary thing. His opponent was a swordsman standing right on the threshold of Master rank.

Had he burned away his own life?
Blood streaming from his wounds, Ma-in charged in.

Whoosh!

Bigla swung his sword on reflex. It was a response driven by instinct.

Clang!

Gum-gi collided with gum-gi.
In that instant, Bigla felt his insides churn.

‘What kind of power is this…’

He was overwhelmed by his opponent’s strength and demonic power. After Ma-in swung a few more times, Bigla felt as though his wrist might snap and his sword might shatter.
This was the man who was supposed to be badly wounded?
Through the split in his flesh, Bigla could see his entrails spilling out. The wound was so gruesome it was hard to look at.
Just as he wondered how someone in that condition could wield a sword like this…

Whoosh!

The tip of Ma-in’s blade reflected in Bigla’s eyes.
Just as it seemed the blade would pierce straight through his skull—

Chaang!

Sparks flew, and the arc of the strike was knocked off course.
Allen’s sword had intervened.
In place of Bigla, who had stepped back, Allen’s blade met Ma-in’s.
Allen pressed straight into the surging gum-gi. The blade whisked past his face, and pitch-black gum-gi crashed over him like waves.
Even with grave wounds, Ma-in’s skill remained formidable.

‘The wounds are severe.’

Allen calmly parried Ma-in’s blade while studying the state of his injuries.
It wouldn’t be strange at all for him to collapse right now.
No matter how resolved he was to die, the force behind his blade was weaker than before.
Meanwhile, Allen had secured the demonic sword, and his stats had risen across the board.
If he dragged things out slowly like this, the odds were strongly in his favor.
But.

‘I have to break through quickly.’

The problem was time.
He had no way of knowing how things were unfolding over there. He had to escape this place as fast as possible and rejoin the main force.
But this made it no easy task to subdue Ma-in.

“You’re not leaving here alive, Bishuken!”

Ma-in seemed ready to die for it, spewing Demonic Qi across his entire body as he clung stubbornly to Allen.
He had the look of a man prepared to drag his enemy into the grave with him.
And then—

‘What, you were a Bishuken?’

Kaglos’s voice drifted into Allen’s ear.

‘No wonder your swordsmanship felt so familiar.’

“…?”

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