Chapter 382

My Villains Episode 382

62. Tactics of Deception (9)

The sword flew. It seemed so.

Wedge liquid!

The old man’s two swords moved lightly, like a pair of birds flapping their wings.

At first glance, the two longswords looked like twins. Now that I am familiar with it, I can see a subtle difference. The long sword held in the left hand has a long crossbar and feels heavy. The long sword held in the right hand has a narrow tip and a light feel. Like a hawk with outstretched wings and a crouching hummingbird.

Kagak!

The black-red coated blade deflected the hawk that stabbed between the forehead. The hummingbirds that flew in succession aimed at the side. He twisted his back and stretched out his hand. It is to snatch the hummingbird’s beak with a glove covered with black scales.

And at the next moment

,

the knife tip pierces the armpit.

“Big n

burr broken metal rings fly around. The plate shoulder blades peeled off like the shells of a well-cooked shrimp.

“X these feet—”

Cold steel digs deeper into the armpit. can’t back down The moment I step back, the opponent will throw me off balance and wield another longsword. Then the throat is cut off.

Kwap.

Judgment was quick.

I grabbed the blade stuck in my armpit and pressed it. At the same time, ‘black ice’ was stabbed at the old man’s stomach.

There’s no way. The heavy longsword aimed at the black ice and pierced it.

earth!

The old man’s pale eyes flashed. It was because the black ice was empty and rolled across the floor.

The hawk, kicking off the floor and trying to bounce back, lost its balance for a moment as the blade collapsed. I threw my body toward the gap that wouldn’t be even half that half, let alone one second.

“Good.”

Muttering so in Gellan, the old man swung to the right.

“You bastard-”

He was confident that he could finish it as long as he grabbed his waist. A giant’s strength and a troll’s regenerative power shine more in a messy dog fight than in an elegant sword.

But the old man, who held a hawk and a hummingbird in both hands, was quick even with his footwork. It was obviously not fast, but it looked like it would be counterattacked if it recklessly pursued it.

Still, in order not to let go of the old man, he held on to the beak of the hummingbird all the way. While the owner of the winged hawk backed away, he fiercely pecked my wrist.

Caang!

“Ageuk”

loses strength in the mouth. As soon as I regained my freedom, the hummingbird aimed at my eyes and I backed away with my shoulders back.

“.§.Oops -Q- O ” -— w ■ — —”

Looking down, the plate vauntlets were dented.

My wrists are numb. It was a shock that he would normally have endured enough, but his wrist wasn’t normal, perhaps because he had tore the armor of the imperial knights to pieces.

In fact, a slightly sore wrist is a minor injury that you may not even be aware of. But now it has become a big enough weakness.

It’s because the opponent is a ‘sword master’.

“Huh uhhh.”

He took a breath and raised his mana.

Tsu Tsu Tsu.

Blood rushes to the wound in the armpit. The crack closes and the scab swells.

By the time I picked up the black ice that was rolling around the ground, even the scabs had fallen off. Washing away my injuries in three or four breaths, I glared at the old man in front of me.

Hopeken Seongbaek. Imperial Sword Master.

He was an old man, at least past his 60th birthday, but he was one of the most dangerous opponents I’ve ever met.

I was stabbed five times in about 30 matches. In the meantime, the only thing that Hopeken Seongbaek had was a scratch on the nosepiece of his helmet.

Even though I have the upper hand in strength, speed, momentum, and stamina, there is no way a fight can be established.

It’s because of a single swordsmanship.

I was proud of myself for being excellent at swordsmanship among knights. Apart from simply being good at fighting, the technical part was also considered to have reached a considerable level.

But today, I feel like a stupid gorilla after competing with a sword master.

Since he couldn’t hit properly, he had no chance to use his strength, and his speed was colorless as his movements were less efficient. His spirit was in vain against a consistently calm opponent, and his stamina was meaningless as he was cheated.

“Huh uh uh-”

“Hmm!”

Holy Baek Hopeken, who was struggling to get rid of the bloody whip, began to be dragged helplessly when I used my strength in earnest. It was so wonderful to see her not losing her balance against me, who was using enough strength to push her stepping foot into the ground. But the only fate left for him was to be decapitated by me.

“Your Excellency Seongbaek Seo!”

“Save your Excellency/”

The senses that had been focused on the other person expanded in an instant.

I noticed it now, but the battle was in a lull. The knights of the empire and the kingdom were drawing a big circle with me and Holy Baek Hopeken in the middle.

“These cowards!”

“Stop!”

The belated recognition was colorless, but the knights who had been engrossed for some time quickly regained their senses and rushed towards a single point.

“Search everything, you bastards!”

It was Fritz wearing lacquered full body armor who screamed evil. He immediately took the lead and threw a small ax at the enemies. The ax that looked funny at first glance because it had a small blade and a short handle was a joke!

Electricity was emitted in all directions with a sound like thick cotton fabric being torn.

“Ughhh!”

“Kreuk.”

A group of Imperial knights stopped and trembled as if nailed to their place.

“Whoa!”

Fritz swung the iron flail while making a sound that could not be determined whether it was cheering or spirited. The heavy iron weight struck an unlucky knight who was

trembling defenselessly, shattering his helmet and head at once.

”Kill them all-!”

At Lord Ankir’s roar, the kingdom’s knights rushed in unison. They dug into the gap created by the magic ax Fritz had thrown.

“Master!”

A group of men confronted them. Judging from the sound they made and the way they were holding two long swords, they seemed to be disciples of Holy Baek Hopeken.

Again, the knights on both sides collided and used a rattle. However, all my attention was focused on the Holy Baek being dragged by the whip of blood.

“Hehehe-”

The old man cut off the tentacles that wrapped around his waist, but his left arm was still tightly bound.

“Cut off the limbs-”

“Keuugh!”

“I’ll fry it in oil.”

poured black ice A longsword resembling a falcon tried to block it, but there was no way one hand could do what two hands couldn’t do.

Kang Kwazik!

The dark red blade that bounced off the longsword lodged in Seongbaek’s shoulder.

“Keep down, Your Excellency!”

“Be careful Lord Phoenix-”

An urgent shout came in the midst of confusion.

Holy Baek Hopeken lay on his face, almost collapsing, and beyond that, a flash of green light burst out. Before I even had time to react, a beam of light—no, a jelly-like mass came crashing down on me.

Chii profit! The identity of the

“Ugreuk”

mass was a slime that spewed out acidic bubbles.

It’s not a normal slime, but he melted the plate breastplate enchanted with all sorts of magic in an instant. On top of that, it ate my face.

“Rurrrrrrrrrr!”

My eyes stung like crazy, my skin felt like it was being ripped off, and I couldn’t breathe.

Fu-wook!

“Enemy” I felt a terrible pain in my chest one after another. As soon as I opened my eyes, the mucus that had melted my eyelids burned even my eyeballs.

“die.”

The red and green light faded, and through the slime I could see Holy Baek Hopeken with a dagger driven into my chest.

“Rurruleuk”

I managed to reach out my hand just before my eyes went dark.

Kwadeuk.

That cheerful sound was the last sensation I felt.