Decisive Battle (6)
With a roar, Manakiras swung both front paws forward.
“Grrrr!”
A dark red whip made out of Aura flew in incessantly. Kibie tried to stop it, but her strength wasn’t enough.
Her muscles twitched, contracting and relaxing repeatedly. A white light flashed in front of her.
“Gasp…”
Her wounds only increased.
“Incarnation!”
In a hurry, Plater cast spiritual arts. The light of healing enveloped the beautiful woman with black hair.
There wasn’t much effect.
Unlike before, when the wound was healed to the level of abrasion, it now could barely stop the bleeding.
It was because he couldn’t handle the Aura residue of Manakiras, which was left on Kibie’s wounds.
‘It’s too much for me…’
Plater groaned. He was exhausted as well.
Rapidly consuming Prana, he felt his whole body aching.
‘How much longer can this old body hold out?’
He was already over 70 years old.
A little too much walking, let alone a battle, would make his knee joint scream.
“Now you’re running out!”
Manakiras breathed in as she roared.
The Breath of the Ancient Dragon cut through the atmosphere.
Plater’s wrinkled eyes opened wide.
He had no power to stop that anymore. Death was on the horizon for a moment.
‘Is it the end…’
It was then.
Boom!
Her Breath was split in two.
Two streams of darkness spread from side to side, splitting the land in half.
Manakiras and Plater were both astounded.
It was Kibie who split the Breath.
They couldn’t understand it.
She, who had been pushed back so hard, suddenly stopped the Breath with formidable force.
“What? What?”
“Incarnation?”
She was no longer using a pitch-black Blade Aura.
The vivid darkness itself flew around the beautiful woman with black hair.
It was an absolute power that made even a Level 141 Ancient Dragon look like a child.
She took her long spear back.
There was silence.
Amid that quiet, Kibie turned her head and looked beyond the basin.
“… Han-bin?”
* * *
Ryu Han-bin was barely holding on.
“Gasp… Gasp…”
He breathed hard, his lungs seemingly blocked. He couldn’t even feel the pain in his left arm, and his right hand was slowly losing the grip over Gigant.
His whole body was full of fatigue and anguish.
Garhan, on the other hand, stood tall.
There was no blitz, no life, or no justice. He just stared indifferently at the young Sword King in front of him.
A calm voice came out.
“… Did you master the Heavenly Sword?”
“I could’ve used it from the beginning.”
Han-bin didn’t even have the energy to bluff. He was honest with Garhan.
“But I couldn’t get it right.”
The range was too short, and the trigger time was too long. It was a skill that could not be used without a pre-emptive strike.
Of course, it was different for those at the level of the Thunder King, but to those weaker than him, Han-bin didn’t have to use the Heavenly Sword.
“I see.”
Garhan stared blankly at the sky.
“Even though I tried hard, I didn’t master it in the end…”
And he asked a question in lamentation.
“What the hell was the Heavenly Sword? What did it mean by cutting down the enemy’s world with my own?”
Ryu Han-bin agonized.
‘How am I supposed to explain this? No, is it even possible to explain?’
In the end, he had no choice but to answer closest to the truth.
“I don’t know. I just did it.”
After a moment of silence, Garhan burst into laughter.
“Hahaha!”
It was a genuinely delightful laugh.
“Well, that’s the same answer as what my friend gave me. You deserve to take over Baotolt’s sword.”
“I think you misunderstood something…”
Han-bin continued, feeling embarrassed.
“The Heavenly Sword itself is not that difficult of a skill.”
Valtara’s Fighting Spirit’s trick was to compress a vast amount of Aura into a single point and explode.
The compression of the Aura worked by itself.
The Aura explosion also worked by itself.
It was just difficult to have such a vast Aura to create such a phenomenon, and it was difficult to control the activated fighting spirit.
The same went for the Heavenly Sword Diastima.
When pure fighting spirit dwelled in the whole body, the Heavenly Sword went out by itself.
“I still don’t know why it works…”
It just took practice to swing it right.
“It would have been easier for others because they could have done it without much talent.”
Garhan let out another laugh.
“Didn’t you think it’s already great that it just activates out on its own for you?”
Well, Han-bin wasn’t so wrong.
“I’m sure you lack human talent.”
Garhan didn’t feel like the young Sword King was a martial arts genius. Rather, the silver-haired girl named Effir was closer to that title.
“But your talent as a monster is overflowing.”
The life in the eyes of the Thunder King began to fade.
‘Like that friend…’
Baotolt wasn’t exactly a genius.
Unlike Garhan, he didn’t have a good sense of combat and could not grasp and acquire skills at once.
Except for the transcendent physical skill of the Valtara barbarians, he was surprisingly normal for a warrior.
Yeah, he certainly wasn’t a genius.
Unlike the geniuses from the heavens, he didn’t pioneer new paths or create new martial arts theories.
Instead, he had done what others couldn’t.
He went to down the wrong path and made incorrect swordsmanship correct.
“Baotolt, Baotolt…”
Looking up at the night sky, the strongest Magic Swordsman on Latna sighed deeply.
“I never got over you…”
Blood flowed around the middle-aged man’s mouth.
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