Chapter 262
RMSBS - Episode 262 . The Beast of Revelation (2)
*C-Clang*
*Baaang*
Countless battles were well under way and the sound of explosions had become the new norm .
Even as the explosions occurred due to the collision of aura, the battle between Pram and Pierrot Mask had reached an equilibrium .
A high-speed battle in which even sound itself could not catch up .
Their swords crossed ceaselessly .
*B-B-B-Bang*
Pram countered the attacks flying in from everywhere and at the same time struck courageously towards Pierrot Mask at every opportunity he could .
‘… I cannot win like this . ’
There were numerous wounds on his body . It was impossible to block all of the attacks, of which there were hundreds and thousands of, from Pierrot Mask .
And as time passed by, the number of wounds increased .
It was an inevitable result .
There was an uncrossable wall between Pierrot Mask, a King-Class swordsman, and Pram, a mere Bishop-Class .
The biggest factor was the total amount of aura available to them .
Pram was lacking in terms of sheer amount of aura, therefore he was at a disadvantage the longer the battle lasted .
The wire penetrated his silver lines and emmenated a whooshing sound as it split the air .
Pram quickly rolled his body to the side .
*Baang*
He barely avoided the attack, but an enormous gap was created due to his huge movement .
It was only for a moment, but as this was a battle of speed, this necessary error was a critical mistake .
*Whoosh*
However, Pierrot Mask did not overcommit to punishing him . He maintained his distance carefully . When Pram drew near, he drew back . He refused to approach past a set distance, even when there was a gap presented .
There was only one reason he was moving that way .
‘He’s wary of my ultimate stab . ’
His stab was probably the best attack Pram had at his disposal .
Quickly striking with a massive accumulation of aura, thoroughly condensed into a single point . This was the only means he had of overpowering Pierrot Mask .
However, Pierrot Mask neutralized the opportunity for Pram to use it by not crossing a fixed range . He consistently wore Pram out while maintaining his distance .
If this continued, Pram’s defeat was inevitable .
Pierrot Mask taunted him .
“You seem nervous . It’s too late anyway . He’s probably already dead . ”
“… … ”
Pram glanced towards the area behind Pierrot Mask . It was covered with something similar to a dark fog .
A Shadow World .
It had appeared, consuming almost the entire Divide Palace .
At the same time, he lost contact with Desir and Adjest . It was proof that they were caught in the Shadow World .
“Your strategies have failed . ”
Pram shook his head .
“… … No, I trust Desir . ”
“Hm . Is that so? Well, this turn of events isn’t too bad . ”
Pierrot Mask jeered at him .
“I wonder what kind of expression he’ll have on his face when he returns and sees your corpse?”
*B-B-B-Bang*
Pram charged in an instant .
He had minimized the amount of aura he had used in the battle, and charged in by strengthening his body with an unexpected surge in power .
*C-C-Clang*
The Clothes Line, which had received an attack above its limit, tried its best to let out a warning before being destroyed .
The wire brushed past Pram and cut him deeply . The trickling blood reddened Pierrot Mask’s wire .
However, his attack had not been one born from futility .
“… … !”
*C-C-Clang*
Pram took an enormous hit, but he had managed to reduce the gap somehow .
*Whisshhh*
The silver line that was spread out everywhere started to coalesce around Pram’s sword .
A high-density, compressed aura .
A huge amount of aura swiftly gathered, an amount which would exceed the tolerance of any sword not made from Blankšum .
Pram, who had reduced the distance between himself and Pierrot Mask, finally let loose the attack he had been waiting so patiently for an opportunity to use .
Pram’s pierce thrust rushed in, tearing the very air apart .
*Crack*
“The reason why I deliberately did not approach you… ”
Pram’s sword penetrated the air while Pierrot Mask pulled out his dagger and slightly bent the trajectory of Pram’s thrust .
It was easy to say, but in reality, this was not an easy task to deflect such a piercing strike of a rapier . Deflecting such a fine point required immense control and finesse .
However, Pierrot Mask, a King-Class swordsman, was able to execute such a move as if it were a trivial task .
There was a wry smile on his face .
“… was because I’m annoyed . ”
Numerous wires flooded in towards Pram .
The silver line scattered everywhere accordingly . He dashed after Pierrot Mask, who was about to step back once again . If Pierrot Mask was allowed to widen the gap, then it would be impossible for Pram to close it again .
Pram’s vision went fuzzy . He realized he may have made a fatal mistake . Between the blood loss and how much he had overexerted himself, Pram realized he wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer .
The number of wounds increased and the pain accumulated .
*C-Clang*
*Claaang*
Because he approached by overexerting his strength, the situation worsened .
When his last hidden card was destroyed in vain, he started to see the weak point in his swordsmanship .
It was not just a strategy that was blocked .
It felt as though all the efforts he had made over the last few years had been rejected and he was being played around like a fool .
Pram Schneider…
‘… cannot beat Pierrot Mask . ’
Pierrot Mask burrowed into that gap of hesitation .
A sword brushed past Pram’s cheek . Even though he thought that he had escaped narrowly, his cheek stung .
*Drip*
The blood trailing down his jaw was hot .
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