142 – Strong Castle
Even those who plotted.
Even those who helped it.
Even those who are even slightly related to the incident.
Even those who have no sins but have only one reason to be family.
Everyone died.
Whether it is intentional, intentional, or accidental.
“Your revenge is over. But…You will not stop.”
“……”
After listening to Choi Si-woo’s last words, Kang Han-seong smiled bitterly.
Covered the face.
Wave your hands.
Be joking.
Soon, I shook my head.
It was as if I was talking to someone inside my head.
“I’ll stop reminiscing here. Anyway, each other’s circumstances…Are not important to either of us. This is what I’m curious about.”
Not such mental evidence, but material evidence.
“How on earth did you know?”
“…Of course, there are other decisive factors.”
As Choi Si-woo takes out a bloody piece of paper from his arms, Kang Han-seong’s eyes narrow as he watches.
He adds quietly to see if he can guess anything.
“…No way.”
“Yes, my instructor Galin. This is the password she left behind at her end.”
The first is a bowl containing black sheep.
The second is Chimera, a forced combination of a demon and a demon beast.
The third is the emblem of a specific clan.
“This emblem. Instructor Kang Han-seong. Isn’t it the mark of the clan you founded, ‘Cheonryang’?”
“……”
“At least as far as I know, you are the only one who meets all these conditions.”
Clap clap-.
Kang Han-seong clapped his hands lightly at the explanation.
“As expected, she’s a smart woman. I did well not to kill her.”
“……”
“She will definitely play a big role in the world after she awakens.”
Choi Si-woo thought.
Even though he is the one who made Jaegalin what it is, he paradoxically feels that it is the truth.
Thanks to this, Choi Si-woo was able to notice how distorted the person in front of him was.
Party.
As the final round of applause rang out, the two people looked at each other.
There is a lot of tension.
Soon, each other’s new models will disappear.
To someone who doesn’t know anything, it looks like they were moving at the same time.
Choi Si-woo started faster.
‘… Hit the player.’
Kang Han-seong, like himself, is a specialist in close combat.
In addition, I realized this painfully during the fight earlier.
He has a fighting style that takes priority and gives the opponent options.
He is the type who beats any option he chooses with his own rhythm, and the more he fights, the more his spirit heats up and he soon overwhelms the enemy.
Unlike me, who is capable of wide-area annihilation, he is a being that is completely specialized in interpersonal warfare.
The moment you give it a flow, it is at a disadvantage.
The moment you give it even the slightest chance, it will bite off the back of your neck.
After making a decision, Choi Si-woo increased his speed even further.
Pang-!
The air bursts out.
Sonic boom.
Blue magical power changes to purple and creates an afterimage.
Choi Si-woo, who had reached his peak, was currently moving at a speed equivalent to the speed of sound.
“…!”
Therefore, even flying objects were quickly recognized.
You can see two small swords rushing towards you.
‘…… ! ‘Were you holding that until just now?’
Bend your waist properly.
You can hear a subtle cutting sound in your ears.
The small sword narrowly grazed my back, cut through an awkward wall, and disappeared into the distance.
But it did not end here.
Flutter!
In an instant, a piece of black cloth blocks Choi Si-woo’s path.
This was the robe that Kang Han-seong had been wearing just before.
The sword flashes like lightning and cuts in half.
It was a shallow move, but it was a blindfold that made it even more fatal.
In the battle between the overwhelmingly strong and the powerful, even these small variables loomed large.
But Choi Si-woo was not embarrassed.
He stopped his running feet and threw his sword backwards.
Kaang-!!!
A clear, yet sharp metallic sound spreads out as if it will break.
“That’s excellent. Most of the enemy’s actions that block his vision are aimed at swindlers. You memorized what I taught you well, Choi Si-woo.”
Kang Han-seong explains as if he is still an instructor.
But Choi Si-woo couldn’t concentrate on those words.
It was because of the weapon the opponent was holding.
A cylindrical rod that you might see at a construction site.
Both of the two sacks had faucet valves at the ends.
“…Iron pipe?”
“That’s right. Well, other than boasting amazing durability, it doesn’t have any special features.”
“…What kind of gangster are you?”
Choi Si-woo had no children.
However, Kang Han-seong, who was serious, began handling the tools in his hand in an amazing way.
He grabs the rotating iron pipe with both hands like a tonfa and begins swinging it back and forth in an unpredictable direction.
Choi Si-woo raised his sword.
Blocks an impact coming from the left with the sword’s face, and blocks a blow aimed at a blind spot with the hilt of the sword.
Rumble-!
“…?!”
In an instant, Choi Si-woo sensed that his sword was caught on something.
A lake faucet attached to the end of an iron pipe.
To be exact, it was hung exquisitely inside the fan ‘home’.
‘… Accident?’
How could that be?
This is probably their goal.
Sweet!
“Ugh!”
Choi Si-woo felt a burning sensation running down his side.
When I looked down, there were two long metal chopsticks stuck like a memorization.
Kang Han-seong did not miss the moment when he was caught in an iron pipe and was momentarily incapacitated.
“…Are you now using even cutlery as a weapon?”
“I told you this in class.”
Boom, boom, boom!
Kang Han-seong rotated the iron pipe with both hands and it became a gust of wind.
“Abandon the idea that supplies and weapons will always be abundant.”
Choi Si-woo thoroughly strengthened his defense.
A continuous barrage of attacks breaks out like a storm.
A brutal blunt technique sufficient to tear flesh, break bones, and take one’s life.
But Choi Si-woo did not lose his composure.
‘… Now!’
Aim for the timing of the X-shaped swing and push back with the tip of the sword.
I looked at Kang Han-seong’s surprised face and controlled my breathing.
Pajik-!
Purple magic energy envelopes the blade along with sparks.
He struck like a flash of light.
“…!”
But the attack was so absurdly blocked.
This is because Kang Han-seong, who was in the air, stepped on the air once more and evaded it.
“”
“Yes, it’s a great technique.”
This was also an oral technology passed down only to ethnic minorities.
What the hell, this guy.
How can there be so many things that are difficult to learn one by one?
“Do you have time to think?”
“…!”
Choi Si-woo saw clearly.
In no time, Kang Han-seong raised his sword and took a unique stance.
That posture of bending down, holding the sheath with the left hand, and firing with the right hand.
Choi Si-woo’s eyes open wide as if he can’t believe it.
Soon, dozens of sword energy spread out like a storm, drawing a circle from the tip of Kang Han-seong’s sword.
[Kang Han-seong casts a lot of cuts (A+)!]
[I am a martial artist who has reached the peak. It shows proficiency that is infinitely close to the original.]
▶Master! Coming!
Choi Si-woo also fired his sword without any hesitation.
And .
The strikes collide with each other, forming a dome-shaped magical force.
1 Second later.
Kwakwakwa-!
100 Sword energy exploded and swirled everywhere, creating chaos around the area.
*
“…Whew.”
Choi Si-woo shook the dust off his body.
Kang Han-seong is seen walking out, clearing away the broken debris.
Choi Si-woo thought.
As expected, it is strong.
I knew from the moment we first met at the academy that he would not be an easy opponent.
But, I didn’t know it would be this bad.
Swordsmanship is swordsmanship, but he also has an incredible fighting sense, improvisation, and judgment that turns anything he can get his hands into a weapon.
Choi Si-woo was confident.
He is also someone who has reached the extreme like himself.
If Choi Si-woo had put everything into just one sword.
He opened the gates of heaven by using countless weapons.
‘And finally… ‘
He performed .
“…Are you copying it?”
“Yes, I saw it and tried it.”
Even implementing ridiculous technologies…
At first, I thought it was an ability that robs people of special abilities like mine.
‘No.’
Not of that kind.
“Yes, that’s right. Not that kind. I just… Have a good eye.”
I have good eyes.
It’s not a special ability, technique, or skill; it’s just good at seeing, understanding, and following along.
He has such absurd skills.
‘… Mutant.’
Beyond the rare genius, it is an outside talent with a category that is difficult for humans to understand.
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After finishing his thoughts, Choi Si-woo checked his remaining strength.
Kang Han-seong also lowered the sword he was holding at an angle.
A fatal move aimed at each other’s lives.
The silence continues like the eve of a storm.
“…So why are you acting like a bishop?”
The one who broke the silence was Choi Si-woo, who had a sad expression on his face.
“…There’s no need to know, right? No one is curious about the villain’s story.”
“…If you were just a villain, that would be true. But before that, weren’t you…The one who was my teacher?”
Hearing those words, Kang Han-seong smiled bitterly as he looked at his former student.
The man who taught me swordsmanship in my previous life.
The man who first mentioned that he had a talent for swords.
Though he didn’t say anything, Choi Si-woo was very grateful to him.
If he had not been favored then, would he have survived to the end?
…… It must have been difficult.
Perhaps he collapsed and collapsed before meeting his teacher Cecilia.
“So, I’m going to listen to it at least once.”
“…I think it’s an obvious answer, but yes, I still have to do it.”
Jump, bump, bump.
Kang Han-seong slowly walked out and picked up the remote control from a table that was still intact.
Beep-! A video was played along with a sound.
The burning city is illuminated.
People running away.
The awakened people who use their power indiscriminately are revealed.
“…That.”
“This is what the early paranormal society looked like. This was a time when the concepts of heroes and villains were not established.”
A really long time ago.
It was a time when I couldn’t understand why Choi Si-woo was showing such an old story.
“Can you see it?”
“…What?”
“The images of beasts that are consumed only by desire and wield their power without any intention of restraining themselves.”
“……”
“My grandfather was also that kind of person.”
Kang Han-seong explained.
My grandfather was an asshole who gathered power solely through force.
“And my father, who saw and learned from it, was the same. My sister, who inherited that blood, was also the same.”
I hated it.
That’s why he abandoned his family of villains and instead insisted on becoming a hero.
I have lived my life choosing what I thought was right.
I lived with my own beliefs in my heart.
And I traveled with precious people who sympathized with that cause as colleagues.
“At that time, I only had one belief.”
Evil cannot overcome good.
Yes, I know.
It’s such a childish story… Even a 5-year-old child doesn’t believe these stories.
But I had no doubts.
That belief, that faith, that heart made me strong, and before I knew it, I had become a being called a
White wolf.
“…But Choi Si-woo, I soon learned painfully that everything was wrong. Something happened that triggered that.”
“…Hundred Years’ War.”
“That’s right.”
What I believed to be good actually turned out to be evil.
What I believed to be evil was actually good.
“I was sad. The main characters in the story always shout: Justice always wins.”
But what is the reality?
The villains randomly killed innocent people.
Those called heroes were busy fulfilling their own interests.
The demons even sacrificed their own families just for greater power.
“Choi Si-woo must have also seen someone whose faith was broken.”
“…Instructor Yubin.”
“Yes, I was also a living corpse, living each day without knowing when I would die. I wandered through the back alleys, the magic caves, and the battlefield, hoping to die…Just…”
It was a wandering blade looking for a place to break.
“Then a miracle came to me.”
“…What-“
“-Yukma Yeokcheon.”
The traces of that appeared to me.
