CH 239

Predator's Way (3)

The start of the rumor was the merchants of Marin.

Wherever they seemed to have heard the information, they spoke in a secret voice to the people who had been shopping since early in the morning.

"It's best not to have high expectations for today's festival."

What are you talking about? How long have I waited for this day, don't expect it.

The customer's eyes widened.

Roman Dmitry vs Barbosa.

As Morales fell, people showed great interest, and people's expectations were so great that they debated who would win all night.

If Barbosa wins, it is to protect the honor of Valhalla, but if Roman Dmitry wins, it will be an event that will go down in the history of the continent.

only 20 years old.

At an age where other people can hear the sound of genius even if only the three-star aura is manifested, Roman Dmitry will lead the game by rising to the ranks of the continental twelve swords.

The fact that you're from a small country doesn't matter.

It was clear that the unprecedented move would exert a tremendous influence even with the presence of one Roman Dmitry.

By the way.

Why did the merchant say not to expect such a historic match?

" I also heard this by chance through the servants of the business partners, but after the eve, there was a commotion in the dormitory where Roman Dmitry was staying. I heard that 'someone' used poison. In the end, the background was not found and the situation came to an end, and Roman Dmitry expressed his intention to participate in the festival despite being poisoned. So, don't expect too much. Even with a normal physique, victory cannot be guaranteed, how can Roman Dmitry, who has been poisoned, defeat Barbossa?"

"What motherfucker dares poison!"

The guest was outraged.

It is to lower the honor of Valhalla to the ground.

The festival was a sacred stage, and it was unacceptable for even a foreigner to be poisoned by poison.

Rumors spread.

At first the obvious facts.

When the sun came up and the day was bright, it was partially distorted and said,

"Roman Dmitry is addicted to poison and is unable to fight properly. Still, in order to raise his honor as a warrior, he said he would go on stage at the festival even if he had to die. This is a case in which Valhalla must know shame. It's not enough to host guests and poison them, Barbosa has nothing to say about this. really maybe. After seeing the match against Morales, I don't know if Barbosa got scared and tried his best. Everyone denies it, but Barbosa is not that clean."

Rumors abounded.

A footless horse engulfed the Marine, and Roman Dmitry became a warrior who knew Valhalla's honor from an instant.

Prejudice was long gone.

Roman Dmitry, who had already been recognized for his battle with Morales, showed a strong desire for the festival, so the people of Valhalla had no choice but to love him.

The merchants who first spread the word, the street travelers who talk about it, and the people who nod their heads as if it were true with a quiet face.

All of them belonged to Haomun.

Roman Dmitry's intelligence group was not only in control of Dmitry, but also penetrated to the bottom of the empire.

It was perfect harmony.

actions in the past.

Facts to support the rumors.

And, some seasoning.

People flocked to the festival venue.

If Roman Dmitry, who knows the honor of Valhalla, falls helplessly as rumored, then he will not be able to forgive those who lead the conspiracy.

Closed and simple, but people who know romance. That was the origin of Valhalla.

* * *

The festival was just around the corner.

At the rumors spreading around the world, Marquis Belfir distorted his expression.

'Someone is deliberately spreading rumors. This is definitely the work of the conservatives.'

For him.

I couldn't believe it was Roman Dmitry's craftsmanship.

Since Valhalla was out of Dmitry's reach, the only ones who could hinder his intentions were the conservatives.

Besides, look at the content of the rumors.

The content of exalting Roman Dmitry and demeaning Barbosa like a gang of evil seemed to criticize the progressives to which Barbosa belonged.

Besides.

Ahead of the festival, conservative aristocrats spoke to the emperor.

"His Majesty the Emperor. Rumors in the public are very horrendous. Now that the people of Valhalla are doubting the use of poison, it is necessary to confirm the facts, even if the festival is suspended. The festival of Valhalla is a sacred stage. It is unacceptable for dirty rumors to contaminate the stage."

Yes!

leader of the Conservative Party.

It was Count Gomes.

At his words, Emperor Valhalla looked at the Marquis of Belfir with a languid expression on his face.

"Marquis Belfir. What do you think?"

Moment.

I felt a dreadful life.

Emperor Valhalla is a person who values entertainment as an important person, and he showed considerable anticipation for today's stage.

But what if it is interrupted by dirty rumors.

Whatever the outcome, it will be difficult for those involved in this case to save their lives.

The battle between Barbossa and Roman Dmitry.

It is a position led by progressives.

Not everyone was unaware of the plans related to Kronos, but that didn't mean everyone was to blame.

Marquis Belfir said.

"Rumors are just rumors. Emperor's Majesty. The warrior representing Valhalla is not Roman Dmitry, but Barbosa. watch him look We will defeat Roman Dmitry with overwhelming force so that 'poison' is not needed in the first place."

"If you say that, let's expect it."

The emperor took a step back.

Not knowing the existence of poison.

He wanted to watch Roman Dmitry's showdown, and he didn't bother canceling the show, knowing the facts.

That was then.

thud-

A drum sound was heard.

The signal that marks the beginning of the festival.

Thump, thump-

At the sound of a magnificent sound, the Marquis Belfir clenched his fists while shifting his gaze to the stage.

'Barbosa, the only way to bury the truth is to defeat Roman Dmitry.

Prove it before the people of Valhalla. How Barbosa was recognized as a member of the Twelve Swords of the Continent.'

believed

that he will win

Just in time, the warriors of the festival appeared on the stage.

* * *

Barbossa and Roman Dmitry.

faced each other

Barbosa looked at Roman Dmitry and smiled.

I'm worried if you're okay. The poison you ate will take some time for it to take effect."

it died

Knowing that the audience would not hear, he openly ridiculed his opponent in a voice that only Roman Dmitry could hear.

dock.

it's a cowardly act

But Barbosa felt no shame.

It was different from the usual Valhalla warriors.

The people of Valhalla say that there is something for the warriors in the afterlife, but Barbosa wished to have it all in his lifetime.

Actually, his method was right. Morales, who cried for honor, died in vain, but he survived to the end and represented Valhalla.

It's a world where winners take over.

In the new changing trend, Barbosa was the most realistically developed being.

By the way.

Roman Dmitry's reaction was blunt.

Although it must have been an abnormal reaction from the poison, he looked at Barbosa and uttered strange words.

"When I first found out about this world. I've always wondered about the existence of the Twelve Swords of Continent, which people consider the best. How strong they are, and how much time it takes to defeat them. A lot has happened in the meantime. And I accepted Valhalla's invitation, judging that the time had come.

It wasn't a conversation.

unilateral notice.

Roman Dmitry looked at his opponent and drew his sword.

"Tell me in advance. The poison effect you would expect will not come."

this place.

It is a place of verification.

He wanted to prove to people that the existence of Roman Dmitry could not be ignored just because he was 'from a small country', and at the same time, he wanted to convince himself.

Barbosa will serve as a great example before facing future formidable enemies.

If you struggle even a little against him, war with the Empire is impossible.

Kronos.

Valhalla.

In a world like the Great Sea, there is a national power that cannot be reached only by the strength of an individual.

to deal with them.

As an individual, it must be overwhelming.

That way, in the future war, Dmitry will not be able to take a step back against the mighty stronghold of the Empire.

Barbosa's expression hardened.

I knew the opponent's momentum was not serious.

Roman Dmitry said.

"From now on, I will do my best. If you block all 9 attacks. Then, admit that the walls of Valhalla are high."

That was then.

as soon as the words are finished.

flutter.

Roman Dmitry rushed towards Barbossa.

* * *

sure.

It was fast.

Roman Dmitry momentarily narrowed the distance between him and his opponent, and his aura swung his sword.

'The first half of the Celestial Swordsmanship.'

Quang!

Quiet rumble.

A fierce clash ensued.

Barbosa received the attack as if nothing had happened, and then exploded the aura in reverse, attacking Roman Dmitry's loophole.

The series of processes was natural and quick.

Although he carried out dirty tricks for a sure victory, he proved that Barbossa was not just a talented person in name only in one workshop.

'The first half of the Celestial Swordsmanship.'

Quang-

The celestial sword method has no form.

Roman Dmitry pressed the opponent's attack with force, and Barbosa's expression revealed a bit of embarrassment.

It was unexpected.

The opponent did not retreat even a single inch as if they were going to lead the attack, and the appearance of them rushing and rushing like Deukdal was as if they were acting like a strong person.

Barbosa's self-esteem was hurt. The festival of Valhalla is clearly the way he accepts the challenger, but Roman Dmitry's attitude is arrogant.

flash.

split the wind

Inducing Roman Dmitry's evasion, Barbosa's signature snake-like swordsmanship bit the opponent's neck.

By the way.

sure-

Roman Dmitry did not back down.

Barbosa's attack was dodged only by the movement of his upper body, and Barbosa followed Roman Dmitry's movements until the end while turning the direction of his sword.

His swordsmanship was tenacious.

At the moment when you thought that it was simply blocked, it was the swordsmanship that represented the current Barbossa to attack the blind spot and cut the opponent's body to pieces.

'The first half of the Celestial Swordsmanship.'

Quang.

Quiet rumble.

Barbosa bounced off.

Being caught up in the aftermath of the aura, he failed to accomplish what he intended.

"What a fucking bastard."

situation different from the intended one.

Barbosa straightened up the ranks.

this fight.

Even competing on an equal footing is shameful.

Dumb mobs are capable of deceiving, but figures like the Marquis of Belfir know they used poison.

What would they think of the current situation?

The fact that he couldn't overwhelm his opponent despite using poison, his own value was bound to fall from what it used to be.

This is unacceptable.

Barbosa raised his mana.

From now on, I was going to push my opponent.

Kwareung.

Quiet rumble.

Aura roared.

This time he rushed in first, blocking Roman Dmitry's space and smashing his opponent from the front.

That moment.

'One herb meal in the middle of the Celestial Sword Method.

'The middle part of the Celestial Swordsmanship.'

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

successive attacks.

A crack appeared in Barbosa's face.

he was pushed

Although apparently raising a considerable aura, his clash with Roman Dmitry shocked him beyond measure. It's unbelievable.

The opponent is only in his mid-20s, and it is a natural result that he wins in a battle of strength and power.

Besides, the recent attack.

Even Morales, who had done all he could, would not have been easy to accept, but there was no change in Roman Dmitry's expression, which he glanced at.

It was from then.

Ominousness arose.

The fact that the poison didn't work as usual.

The figure of Roman Dmitry pushing himself.

In a situation where the possibility of possible defeat was rising, Barbosa exploded his power.

Curl rumble rumble.

die!

The world flashed.

overwhelming power.

People seemed to be going blind.

The six-star aura was exerted to its limit, and a power that ordinary people would not even dare to look at was raging.

It was different from the usual way. If you didn't lose your impatience.

He gnawed at the opponent's stamina with a unique attack like a snake, and it must have led to a situation that was favorable to him.

But.

It didn't matter much.

This time, he was convinced that it was an attack that Roman Dmitry could not stop.

'A three-second ceremony in the middle of the Celestial Swordsmanship.'

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The world turned upside down.

The ground was collapsing, and it was impossible to properly check the situation in front of me.

There was a cloud of dust.

When the series of circumstances calmed down a bit, the scene people saw was the figure of Barbosa vomiting blood.

"Cool."

spit out blood

His face flushed with astonishment.

it didn't make sense

6 star aura.

To lose yourself in a battle of power and power that raised your power.

The problem is that the opponent has only attacked 6 times yet.

Roman Dmitry clearly warned that he would attack number 9, and there were still three more to go.

retreated back and forth.

I just wanted to deny reality.

But when looking ahead.

Through a cloud of dust, Roman Dmitry was running towards him.

'The second half of the Celestial Swordsmanship.'

The absolutes of Moorim.

The second half of the heavenly demon was called the state of heaven.

On the first blow entering the realm, Barbosa countered Roman Dmitry's attack by raising her aura to the limit, burning her own life force.

It has already gone beyond the realm of common sense.

His only hope was to somehow block the 9th attack, but when he encountered the aura, his mind was blown away.

flash.

extinction.

Barbosa's presence disappeared.

The parts that came into contact with the aura burned with flames, and he could not take his eyes off Roman Dmitry with a look that denied reality until the moment he died.

If only I had known that Roman Dmitry was of this size.

He would never have done anything foolish to push him into a confrontation.

parsak.

dust flew away

That was the end of it.

obvious results.

As the winner was decided, no one in the audience watching the stage cheered.

no.

could not pay