Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 182

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:04:55 PM

King O2 identified himself as Boras. He was about half a span shorter than Garmund, a little more talkative.

He also showed his favor to Jin from the beginning, what he heard from Garmund. Perhaps Jean will never know that Garmund praised Jean until he had a dry mouth all night.

"On the look of it, the Ming Dynasty has a similar feeling to the big dogs.'

The Ming royal family seen from Laparosa were in stark contrast to the notoriety that had been handed down in the legend. His personality seemed to stand out more plainly and somewhat cutely than his belligerent and combative aspect.

Chop!

'Huh!'

Upon arriving at the training camp, Boras caught Naphtha Jean from the chin.

'I didn't respond......? Jesus, what's so fast?'

A shocking incident, although I was not wary. When Jin couldn't hide his embarrassment, Garmund laughed as if it was funny (as if he thought it was natural that he didn't respond), and Boras naturally looked inside Jin's mouth.

I didn't struggle to escape Boras' touch. This is what we have already experienced in Belize to see how powerful these Ming kings have.

"Hey, second winner. Why don't you have a molar?”

"I'm broken."

"Huh? How?”

"Just let go of this for now.”

When Boras took his hand off, Jean calmly began to explain why his molar broke. The fact that he broke his teeth while clenched his teeth to cut the Temer in the Great Barrier.

"Cuck! Kill him. Your teeth are much harder than most mana, but you're saying it's broken enough? "As the brothers of Paltu said, things are things."

"......what?"

When Jean looked at him, Garmund smoked a different tune, and Boras laughed and said back.

"No, no. You shouldn't. Haha, teeth are precious. Well, maybe we need a new one.”

Before I could answer, there was a thud.

Boras put his hand into his mouth and pulled out a straight tooth. It was a round, sharp, big molar.

'Crazy.'

Although his mouth was literally filled with "iron" blood, Boras was busy showing Jean his molar.

"Now, look! This is the tooth that our Ming dynasty is proud of. You can chew on rocks, steel, and diamonds. Oh, of course, you have to have enough grip.”

"I understand that the Ming teeth are strong because I saw you chewing on the pieces of the sword yesterday, but...... why the hell is that?…?”

"Hahaha, from now on, I'm going to shave this off and put it where your molar was! Play with Garmund. I'll be back after work.”

Boras left the word and disappeared somewhere. He disappeared so quickly that he could not even see his back.

How am I supposed to take this?'

Surprisingly, Garmund seemed to take the sudden situation lightly.

"Is it possible to put the Ming's teeth into my gums?"

"There's nothing that can't be done."

"You've done this before."

"No? It's the first time. Come on, let's stop chatting and start training. One type of sword, soul-cutting. I'll give you a demonstration."

Sreung!

When Garmund pulled out a new sword and posed, Jean had no choice but to follow him. It was not the mood to talk more about teeth.

"The first-style soul-cutting is the beginning and end of the sword."

I heard the same thing from Murakan when he learned to liberate his spirit. It was the beginning and the end, in fact, all the martial arts.

The basic of swordsmanship, the basic of spearmanship, the poking, the feeling of power. In the end, when it reached the end of the race, it was no different from a decisive battle in itself.

"Don't be surprised, the victor."

Whoooooooooong!

Suddenly, black energy poured into Garmund's sword. It's a strong spirit.

Garmund moved the black blade for no reason to look at Jean's sense. I'm not a contractor, but I'm also young. Why am I not surprised?

"I thought he would have given away the power. If you can't handle spirit, how can you use the sword?"

"Oh, well, that's......yes."

I felt a little strange. I had never imagined anyone but myself, the contractor, would use spirit.

"Show me.”

"Hmm, I got it."

Garmund, who changed his eyes, gave off a storm of prestige. Jin, who instinctively judged that distance should be widened, quickly backed away from him by about twenty steps.

The sword that was raised glowed black as if it were burning anything.

When the blade fell like a bolt of lightning, a black flash engulfed the air in front of Garmund.

There was no sound in Garmund's soul-cutting.

There is no sound of pagong that cuts through the air, nor the sound of friction caused by the black scratching the stone floor. For those who cannot handle spirituality, there is only a strange darkness.

Punch!

After the movement, there was a sound for the first sound. The floor of the training ground was bursting with shock and cracking, and small pieces of debris were splashing ferociously.

Fifty steps of the sword are left.

Garmund shook his head regretfully after finishing the soul-cutting.

"How are you?"

"Fast, big, quiet, strong."

He answered calmly, but Jin was thinking of Luna's moon in his mind.

'It was a miniature blow of the enemy. But the physical strain seems much lower than it was before, and if you use it in a row...….'

A warrior of seven or fewer stars would dare not get a few.

"What I've shown you is about 50 percent power. That's why it's only half the size of that sword that Themeer left as soon as he completed the soul-cutting."

"By the way, didn't you say earlier that soul-cutting was the beginning and the end of the sword?”

"I did."

"Then does that mean the limit is to leave a hundred steps of sword in this training camp, even if the soul is cut?"

Then Garmund burst out laughing.

"If you only get your soul together, that's the limit. But when you reach the end of the martial arts of the spirit sword, the cutting of the soul becomes power, not swordsmanship."

"What if it's power?"

"Why would the name of the first act cut my soul? You will always be able to take the life of a weaker opponent than you. His absolute power is higher than yours. Even if you do, you can't avoid or stop it."

It was a strange story that I couldn't quickly understand right now. It was too early for Jin to worry about because not only half of his body but also the theme could not be reached.

"You have to realize the sense that spirit and sword become one. That's what it'….”

"There's one thing I just couldn't answer when I asked him how he felt."

Fast, big, quiet, strong. Another line that Jin forgot.

"I'm used to it. If it weren't for the zero-absorbing test, I could have done a similar thing right now."

"Oh... ...tell me."

Garmund was no longer shocked by Jean. It was because I thought it would be okay for him to do everything well.

When Jean told the story of slashing Muron's Hell Gate and Golph's hammer, Garmund clapped his hands.

"Yes! That's the sense. That's right. A little guy gets into a tough fight outside. It seems that he achieved the achievement of the first type of sword by chance. It's a way to replace the faith of cutting with a spell.….”

Clap! Another hand-clapping garmund.

"Right, now I see, I'll show you again."

The reason for showing another demonstration was no different.

It was because Garmund had just learned through a conversation with Jin. This time Garmund, who unfolds his soul, was muttering something.

Cut that one, you can cut it. To recite a spell in the same way as Jean.

When the sword, which was dyed black again, touched the air, this time there were about eighty steps left.

"Oh! That's it!”

"No, aren't you supposed to let me know? I think it's the other way around here.

When Jean burst into a false laugh, Garmund smiled awkwardly.

"In fact, I'm more familiar with the Ming sword than with the Yung sword......I think it's inefficient for me, the sword."

With a very satisfied face, Garmund used the expression "well inefficient."

"You know what, right now. Aren't you a teacher?"

"I like you, and I like you, too. So don't be angry, just get over it. If we get over that, we'll be able to complete the first round of the Sword. And the fighting brothers will come straight here."

"Somehow I feel like I'm losing money."

"It's just a feeling."

"Show me the Ming sword, then."

Now, Jin was more interested in the Ming sword than the first type.

"That doesn't work."

"Why not?”

"You're not our brother yet.”

"I'm going to tell the other Pluto that you've learned the first type of the sword from me."

"You're threatening me......? Paltouwang Garmund!"

Garmund screamed and shot down the floor with one foot. The floor cracked and the air became heavy in an instant.

'It's a lot more daunting than when the sword is opened the gate.

But it was a bluff. It is no different from children who are caught wrong being angry for no matter.

When Jean glared with equal vigor, Garmund shrugged as if he had lost.

"It's just once.

"Okay."

Jin's obsession with the Ming sword was not just because it was more tempting than the first type of the sword.

After the training of the struggle king brothers, daily battles with ordinary warriors will begin. Before that, you'd better seduce the Garmund brothers and see the Ming Dynasty Sword at least once.

You can just show them, Tantel.

It won't be until the Tuwang brothers later when they ask who showed them, will there be no trouble?

I was worried about the conversation we had last night, so I was going to let it slide. I didn't know the right opportunity would come so soon.

"From now on, I will show you one thing in the most basic way of the Ming sword...….”

When Garmund started to pose with all sorts of colors.

Tudadada!

Someone was running away from the training ground, creating a cloud of dust. Boras, King O2 who left earlier to cut his molars, came back now.

"I'm afraid I can't show you.”

"I'll see you later."

"Now there's no time for you and me to be alone. It's not because I don't want to show it, but I can't help it”

"That's mean."

Before I knew it, Boras, who was just around the corner, stuck out his teeth. Unlike when it was first pulled out of Boras' gums, it is the size that fits perfectly for the broken molar position of the gin.

Chop!

And seeing Boras holding his chin with a light-like hand gesture, Chin flung his tongue into his mouth.

'I'm gonna have to learn how to play with him. "By the way, can I just receive what was just another's tooth?"

It was a little uncomfortable, too. But without rejection, Boras was already putting new teeth into Jean's gums.

"Hah, you'll be very pleased, victor."

So-ok.

The molar took root in the gums as if it were being absorbed. As soon as she was about to frown on a strange foreign object, Jean was realizing a mana reaction in her new molar.

It's the same as when the rune letters are expressed.…!?'

The magic is beginning from the molars. And shockingly, the magic seemed to be a kind of 'transmitting memories'.

The forms of the Ming sword were coming into Jin's head in molars.

Chapter end