Serhithran (2)
“Huh, hah…”
With a short breath, Ruslan imitated a stance.
-Magic Swordsmanship: Island Race!
It was a technique that instantly boosted his body speed.
He took a back step with terrific swiftness.
The greatsword passed by him.
Boom!
A gigantic explosion occurred right in front of him.
Ruslan couldn’t understand what was happening.
“What kind of nonsense is this…?”
The greatsword didn’t even hit the floor or anything for that matter.
If it were just nonsensical swings, Ruslan would have fought back at the gap.
His opponent missed, but the offensive’s aftermath was so intense that it created a shock wave.
The Blade Aura of the greatsword’s wielder was beyond what could be called powerful.
Zoom!
With the air still rumbling, Ryu Han-bin lifted the red-coated blade again.
He stared at Ruslan, his eyes calm yet filled with fury.
“That’s an amazing spell. Do you think Aura has a skill like that?”
Taking another stance, Ruslan broke out in a cold sweat.
His heartbeat felt like it was going to rip his chest open, and his whole body was as cold as if he fell into the depths of the seas in the middle of winter.
‘I never would’ve thought he’s that powerful…’
He didn’t think Han-bin would be weak.
The Goddess chose Han-bin, and his appearance was far from feeble.
But Ruslan was a level 85 Magic Swordsman.
Powerful people above level 80 were still relatively rare in the cities of the Four Prohibited Areas.
Before being trapped in Akhtarun, Great Earth’s level 85 members were enough to be in the top ranks.
‘I wondered how he would fare against a guy like me…’
As soon as Han-bin swung his sword, his illusion was shattered like glass.
Every time their blades clashed, shockwaves would rip through him as if boulders had hit him.
His simple punches could match the might of weapons, and even his kicks had enough to decapitate.
The power of his basic skills was already far beyond his league.
‘He isn’t even using his full power.’
He didn’t do any particularly grand swordsmanship techniques.
Instead of rushing in, he calmly swung his sword and shorted the distance between them.
He nonchalantly controlled Ruslan’s movements by taking the initiative.
It was proof that he had a lot of experience in combat.
Ruslan gritted his teeth.
‘You’re so big, but you’re fighting like this!’
If only Han-bin ignorantly wielded his sword due to his great power, Ruslan could find a gap to utilize in his movements, but the seemingly colossal man fought like a clever fox.
“Argh! Argh!”
The red blade Aura continued to tear through the atmosphere.
With each simple swing, wild winds blew, and debris flew.
“Argh! Argh!”
The bloodstained Ruslan screamed.
‘Damn it! You’re going to kill me!’
* * *
Ryu Han-bin smiled as he continued to pressure the Earthling in front of him.
‘Effir is amazing at teaching people.’
Originally, his style wasn’t like that.
When confronting a giant dog during his days at the Rocky Mountain, he fought with all his might to dish out his maximum destructive power.
However, his combat style was different in interpersonal competitions.
His interpersonal style in those fights was based on Maxbrid.
And it was the genius Wyvern girl, Effir, who interpreted the Maxbrid teachings and passed it on to Ryu Han-bin.
Usually, gigantic people like Ryu Han-bin would often utilize their size to stand tall on the battlefield like a steel tower while maintaining his center of gravity.
On the other hand, small and sleek warriors like Effir were bound to fight like butterflies using acrobatic movements and high agility.
But Han-bin fought using Effir’s style.
How confusing would it be to see a huge iron tower fluttering around like a butterfly?
Furthermore, the ensuing aftermath of his assaults was no joke.
It was normal for a steel tower to be accompanied by a combination of cyclones and thunderstorms.
Zoom! Boom!
“Ahhhhh!”
Ruslan managed to weave away from the attack’s range.
-Magic Swordsmanship: Net of Heat Waves!
He swiftly activated another technique.
Dozens of flames crisscrossed to form a net fell over the head of Ryu Han-bin.
Han-bin lifted his sword indifferently.
Bam!
The fiery net was torn apart and scattered.
However, it was enough to remove the pressure on Ruslan.
“Oh, my God!”
Managing to get away from Han-bin’s oppression, Ruslan immediately put as much distance as possible in between them.
He then cast a series of techniques.
-Magic Swordsmanship: Horn of the Storm Dragon!
-Magic Swordsmanship: Wailing of Steel Souls!
The air condensed and flew in the form of a spear, followed by dozens of flying daggers.
All the gliding weapons were all made out of Force.
Ryu Han-bin’s eyebrow rose.
‘You’re going to give up fighting close-range to fight in the distance instead?’
Han-bin knew Ruslan would result to that tactic.
All the people who fought with him had been like that.
He had no choice but to rush in and close the distance in the past, but the present Ryu Han-bin had awakened Aura.
He didn’t have to go after Ruslan hard.
Gripping his sword, Han-bin focused on his left hand.
A brilliant red sphere rose above the center of his palm.
He had created an Aura Bullet with formidable destructive power.
-Aura Strike!
‘… It’s called an Aura Bullet, and it can only be a real Aura Strike when it leaves the palm of my hand and flies towards my target.’
Han-bin had not yet mastered it.
But it didn’t matter.
Like the stones that he had thrown countless times, he grabbed and threw the sphere at Ruslan.
The red sphere broke through all the magic spells like a comet, leaving a trail of light, yet it still retained its power as it burst forth towards Ruslan.
“Huh!”
Frustrated, Ruslan propelled himself away.
Boom boom!
Han-bin shrugged.
‘Can you avoid it at your level?’
The movement of a person’s arm swing was too wide.
It was clear where he was aiming for.
Its orbit was easily predictable.
‘It’s not like I can throw a knuckleball like a baseball player.’
Aura was not affected by fluid mechanics like a baseball, so it wouldn’t mean much if he knew how to throw.
‘I’m going to fight the way Effir taught me.’
After forming another Aura Bullet, Ryu Han-bin flung himself forward.
With his black greatsword tightly held in his right hand, he aimed at the opponent with his left hand’s Aura Bullet.
“Gasp!”
Ruslan fled again in fear.
But Han-bin did not throw the Aura Bullet.
“Hoot!”
He kept it in his left hand as he swung barrages of blade Aura using his right hand.
Ruslan gritted his teeth and blocked the attacks.
As soon as Ruslan was about to fall back, Han-bin pretended to throw it again!
“Huh?”
Scared, Ruslan retreated in the direction of the blade.
He came within the range of Ryu Han-bin himself.
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