Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 180

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:04:57 PM

His body size was exceptionally small compared to other Ming royalty, so it was not much different from that of Qin.

But his presence was completely overwhelming the twelve kings, who lined up on either side of the fighting spirit. A heart shining like the sun seemed to represent the power of the projection.

It was shining to the heart of the twelve kings, and it was so dazzling that I almost had a handshade.

The fighter looked down at the camp with deep eyes.

"Gin Looncandel, the victor."

a clear yet deep voice

"Yes."

"That's strange. Your face is very different from the Temer, and you have a very similar energy."

Jean didn't answer, but quietly threw herself in the eye. It's a woman, her long hair was fluttering like a fire.

It didn't take too long for the fighter to assess the gin.

"I like it, victor."

What the hell are you looking at? Is it just because you have the same energy as Themeer?

Such questions crossed my mind, but I did not question them.

'Temar Looncandel must have been a special memory for these strong, arrogant people.'

It was natural to think of the theme we encountered last night. Temer Looncandel, an unmanned man who can overwhelm the world with his own self, was such a man.

"Surely..."... the victor has a spirit that resembles the Temer, Brother Tossin."

"But I don't know if the victor can be a better warrior."

"You said you had better not expect a warrior who would make us as happy as Temar, Garmund. That's too much greed.”

The Tuwangs took a word-by-word look around the camp.

As soon as he arrived at the exhibition, he was recognized by the camp, but Jin could not be happy.

'Everyone's taking me as a shadow of Themeer Looncandel.'

You can't deny that the theme was a great warrior. Also, because he raised the family of Looncandel, he was able to exist today is.

However, he had no intention of remaining a low-class figure. Also, Jean did not think she would never be able to surpass the theme.

Before coming here Jean had already cut him through. Even if it wasn't a real fight.

"I'm Jean Looncandel."

"Don't say what the Throwing Brothers didn't ask, the victor."

"I told you because you only talk about my ancestors, and I don't think you know my name yet."

"You're such a...…!”

One Tuwang fluttered his eyes, and his body lifted its hand still. Then the Tuwangs bowed their heads in unison.

"Hoo-hoo... ...yes, with the new victor in front of us, I think we've only talked about the old days. Jean Looncandel, my name is Van."

The Ming dynasty had no family name or family name. No matter whose ship they were born, they regarded each other as brothers who shared their blood.

"Don't put honorifics on it, just call it half."

"Can I do that'

"The formalities or examples of human society are not common to us. It means there's nothing wrong with you calling my name carelessly. In speaking, there is only one thing you should be careful about."

"What is it?"

"Until all the Ming people have recognized you, you should never use the title Brother."

Jean nodded and some of the Tuwangs held their arsenals. You'll never be recognized by me, you cheap-ass human eyes like that.

Jean didn't mind.

Rather, there is nothing wrong with Tuwangs, who openly express their feelings. Such honest people are usually simple, and simple means that it is not difficult to cook.

It would have been difficult for the two kings to know what they were thinking.

'Thousand-half. So is she. I said I liked it, but I still don't know if it's true.'

Ban rose from his chair and slowly moved to the camp. Then he took the sword off his waist and held it out to Jean.

It was an ordinary sword for a weapon used by a fighter.

"Use this sword while it is handed down."

The Tuwangs, who had held arsenic before, raised the corners of their mouths again. And as soon as Chin was given the sword of his fighting spirit, he could see why.

'Younggi....!'

It was being absorbed by the sword. It was designed to suck up the black spirit of the fighting spirit, only seemingly normal.

It was completely different from when the spirit was injected to open the sword with Bradamante. The spirit that arose regardless of his will was absorbed by the sword and disappeared without a trace.

"It's called an inhalation test. It must feel strange to you. After signing a contract with Soldierlet, he's never lost his spirit.”

"If I hold it all day long, I'm afraid my spirits will dry up.”

"Your ancestor, Temer Looncandel, soon got over the sword. As I confidently said your name earlier, can I look forward to it?”

It was hard to answer readily.

This was because the speed at which the sword absorbs spirit was unusual. As soon as he realized the characteristics of the sword, he was trying to control the spirit, but the more he tried to stop it, the more intense the sword was sucking up the spirit.

'You're watering me properly.'

I decided to nod my head first. If they can't do what Themeer has done, they'll think of themselves as a lower class.

You can find a way to overcome the sword. As it always has always been.

"I'll start the sweepstakes tomorrow. I'm going to leave you for today and take a rest."

"Okay."

The Tuwangs kicked their tongues when Jin escaped from the war of jumping.

"I'm grateful for the comparison with Temar, but the second winner will pay the price of arrogance as soon as he gets here."

Belize, king of Chilto, shrugged and said to himself,

"Don't you think it's a little too much, Brother Toussin?”

"What's going too far? The Seven-Two Brothers."

"It was only after he completed the first test. I was over 20 years old. I think it's already too early for the second winner to handle the zero-sum."

"What, Belize. Are you already fond of the second winner? The whole brothers are on a rampage at the news that the victor has come in a thousand years, but even we in the war of jumping should maintain a tricky gaze."

When King Tu, called Garmundra, answered instead, the fighter smiled gently.

"Our time was stopped, but a thousand years passed after Themeer died outside. It's such a long time that it won't be weird to have blood stronger than Themeer. I just wonder if humans, Looncandel, have become stronger than a thousand years ago."

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The night was long.

It wasn't anybody's watch, but Jean was holding an all-nighter in her arms all night. As a result, even before dawn, the spirit in the body disappeared without leaving a grain behind.

'That's strange.'

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I opened my eyes to freedom of spirit.

The rich spirit of the six stars was everywhere, but only a faint and small energy was swaying the body of the Qin.

It would have been better if the sword was removed and the spirit was liberated. But in order for the bottomless spirit to fully recover, it seemed that at least three days would have to be removed from the sword and only the liberation of the spirit would be unfolded.

It was King Paltu who was decided to teach Qin first.

"Who's King Paltu? Tantel."

"The Garmund brothers. The tallest and longest-bearded brother you've ever seen in the fighting yesterday."

"Oh, is that him?"

Although the homework called "Yeongheupgeom" is difficult, fortunately, it would be better to cook the first teacher. Garmund was one of the King of Fighting who openly expressed his feelings.

"By the way, what's King Tu's pecking order? Is the lower the order, the higher the order?”

"In principle, there is no hierarchy except for the jumping brothers. Although we use honorifics as a sign of respect, even the Tuwang brothers share the same hierarchy as us, who are regular warriors. The number before the name Tuwang only indicates the order in which he became Tuwang."

"Unexpectedly, it's quite an equal system."

"We have never aimed swords at each other like humans or other watermen. That's why we don't need an unnecessarily complex hierarchy."

"That's a funny story."

The place where Garmund was located was a training ground in Ang during the battle, and the structure was large enough to account for most of the area.

The training supplies were not equipped with anything, and the stone floors were all badly beaten and uneven, making them seem unmanned.

However, as soon as she stepped on the floor, Jin thought the training ground was the most suitable form for the "Myeongwang people."

"The floor is indescribably hard...….'

It must not be a common stone. A floor so hard that, with a little exaggeration, it can be compared to the ancient fountain pen used in the casting of bradamante and black royal armor.

The floor is raked from place to place. Before the collapse of the kingdom, it was possible to infer how intense the training was conducted here.

'And that trace, was left by Themeer?'

A fierce line of swords stretched out from the training ground in a two-sided manner. But it wasn't really divided, but it was a sword that lasted about a hundred steps.

Garmund stood arm in arm at the end of the black.

If you think of it as a hundred steps, it feels like it's not that big compared to the size of the training ground.'

Will I be able to leave that much black mark on the stone floor?

You never know unless you try. I haven't mastered the sword yet, but like when I cut off Muron's Hell Gate and Golph's hammer.

Or as I decided to cut the Temer, it would be possible if I did my best.

'Of course, it's when the spirit was not taken away by the inhalation test.'

He clasped a sword that was tied to his waist like a punishment.

Half a year before the compass-deception operation. In it, he had to overcome the zero-absorbing sword, obtain the zero-gold sword, and return to his colleagues.

"This is a trace left by your forefather, the second victor."

"I was looking at it thinking it would, Garmund.”

Then Garmund turned his head and glared at the tantel. The look was on whether it was you who gave my name to this arrogant victor.

"Oh, brother Paltu. Shouldn't he know his teacher's name in advance?"

"I didn't think this human being was a disciple yet!"

"I'm sure you are. Anyway, I'm going back, Brother Paltu. Let's hope the winner of the first visit in a thousand years will not die.”

"Hung, you say the same thing as the Seven-two brothers. That's what he has to do on his own. Pull out the sword, the victor. Before we begin training, I have something to check with you. If you don't even do this, you can't be trained by this body."

Garmund smiled an evil smile when he pulled out the sword.

"How could you swing a sword once, ten thousand times the same?"

Jean had no choice but to sing a joyous song in her heart.

It was Jin's most confident event.

Chapter end