Chapter 258

Chapter 258

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 258: Sword Tomb (4)

“See for yourself.”

Vikir released his aura.

The dark aura of the demonic sword Beelzebub extended, and a rapidly a rotating aura on its surface ignited in a fiery red hue.

A robust solid aura, a symbol of someone in the Swordmaster Realm

It was the embodiment of not just Vikir’s strength but also the souls of monsters inside the demonic sword Beelzebub.

[...!]

Cane Corso’s eyes widened slightly. In the darkness filled with emptiness, a slender flame flickered.

Certainly, it would spark curiosity.

Soon, the elderly figure on the Iron Throne stood up. As he rose, the already stifling atmosphere within the Sword Tomb seemed even more suffocating.

Cane Corso spoke up.

[Kid, you doesn’t seem to have a good temperament. Who is your father...?]

“No need for small talk, old man.”

Vikir raised not only the aura of the Swordmaster but also the power of monsters in Beelzebub.

Flash!

Baskerville 4th Style, Vikir’s most confident form revealed itself, having gone through two lifetimes.

Although Vikir could currently use the 7th style, it seemed that, for now, he only unleashed 4th Style, perhaps finding it most effective for wielding the sword in a mindless manner.

[...Hoho, at this level of proficiency. He still looks quite young.]

Cane Corso tilted his head slightly backward, effortlessly evading all of Vikir’s attacks.

[It’s clear that you’re a Baskerville, but whose descendant are you? Boston Terrier? Great Dane? No, your appearance is quite different. Perhaps Hugo, that kids?]

And indeed, Cane Corso also showcased Baskerville 4th Style.

Crack!

The space shattered.

Cane Corso’s formidable aura and Vikir’s crimson aura clashed fiercely, causing the atmosphere to break into fragments. Sharp fragments of air scattered in all directions, creating a whirlwind of blades.

Vikir clenched his teeth and continued to swing Beelzebub.

Cane Corso looked at Beelzebub emitting a red light from Vikir’s wrist and opened his eyes wide once again.

[Is that the cursed demonic sword, Beelzebub...? In the past, even the exceptional Cain and Abel twins spent three years in vain pursuit of it. How do you, a child, possess it?]

However, Vikir remained silent.

Bang!

Because, before Cane Corso’s sword could touch his neck, Vikir flipped the black mask tied behind his neck.

[Mask of Many Faces ‘Picaresque’]/ Mask

-Tribal Grudge +0

-Human Heart in a Beast’s Form -On

In an instant, Vikir, now transformed into a black dog, evaded the sword with his smaller body. Simultaneously, he leaped between Cane Corso’s legs, removed the mask, and turned back into a human. Then, he swung the sword.

[...What is this?]

Cane Corso could only widen his eyes at Vikir’s attack method that surpassed common sense.

A dogfight.

A battle that didn’t focus on dignity or pride, just the fight. It was like facing a dog.

[Haha, it’s been a while since I had such a fight.]

Surprisingly, Cane Corso seemed to enjoy this chaotic battle.

...Tang!

An aura blade soared towards the lower abdomen, but Cane Corso blocked it near the hilt of his greatsword and promptly sent Vikir flying.

“...”

Vikir furrowed his brow.

No matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn’t break the armor that Cane Corso wore. It encased his entire body below the neck, leaving Vikir helpless.

At that moment, Cane Corso spoke.

[However, even in the realm of swordmaster, there are divisions.]

“...!”

Vikir widened his eyes.

At this level, a single word from a superior being could be profound.

From Cane Corso’s mumbled words, Vikir obtained the hint he had been waiting for. The achievement of a reckless challenge was bearing fruit.

...The only problem was that ‘he might die right now’.

Eventually, Cane Corso thrust Vikir into the ground.

Kwak! Woojijijik-

Even in the midst of being pushed backward, Vikir twisted his body in mid-air, touched the ground with his hands, and landed. Though the leather on the palms of his hands was mostly stripped away during the recoil, he managed to prevent his neck and spine from breaking.

Casually, Cane Corso opened his mouth.

[Even in the realm of swordmaster, there are distinctions, like High, middle, and low tiers for Experts and Graduator. Swordmaster also has such distinctions.]

“...”

[You’re just a little chick who has one foot in the realm]

Cane Corso faintly smiled.

[I can see the expression on your face, clearly revealing what you’re thinking. I had similar thoughts when I first entered this tower. Of course, back then, I was much older than you are now.]

Then, he added with a slight whisper.

[Perhaps. Maybe you could make it. Given your age. You might be able to see the last page of ‘that swordsmanship manual’...]

“?”

Perplexed by the unfamiliar words, Vikir furrowed his brow. In response, Cane Corso laughed brightly, almost disturbingly.

[All right, then, I’ll show you. It’s the least I can do for the man who will be the next Tower Lord]

He muttered incomprehensible words.

...Kurururururur! Buggle-buggle-buggle-buggle-

A black aura began to cover his entire body.

“...”

Vikir, in an instant, felt a chilling sensation enveloping him.

Drdrdrdrdrd...

The entire Sword Tomb was shaking.

Simultaneously, his instinct of a seasoned veteran, sent warning signs as if it’s gone mad.

Saying ‘Get out of here immediately!’

Cane Corso’s heavy greatsword ascended. And...

Flash!

Descended straight to the ground.

A single streak of black lightning.

This simple movement split into several trajectories and charged towards Vikir.

And Vikir witnessed it.

“...9th Style?!”

‘Twin fang ambush or Lurking Ambush,’ the ultimate technique of the Baskerville family that he thought only he had mastered.

This swordsmanship, having nine fangs, was tearing the entire world apart.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]