Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 202

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:04:27 PM

The minimum is death...….

For Jin, it was a very thought-provoking part. Perhaps Jean will not be killed by Vanessa today in any way.

However, if Vanessa doesn't show her admirable skills, she'll certainly pay dearly. He was most likely to be deprived of the many privileges he had enjoyed as a backup rider.

Sreung.

Jean picked out the sign.

"It sounds like my life could end today."

"It depends on how you do it."

"You don't think I'm supposed to beat Lord Vanessa?”

Then Vanessa burst into laughter.

Although she was apparently ignored, Jin looked calm without feeling embarrassed.

It is true that Jin recently killed five Baekrang Assassins and showed off his brilliant skills against Carl Zipple and Chukon Tolderer.

Vanessa was one of the monsters that cut dragons like wild boars in the Ante Mountains when she was young.

If we exclude the theory of poetry, and if she made her name known to the world, it means that she is indispensable when discussing the strongest in the world.

On the other hand, Jin was still a 17-year-old, non-standard player, but he was still growing. It was only a joke to such Jean to defeat Vanessa.

"Are you saying that's a story? Your father is not so obstinate."

"That's a relief. So what do you want me to do?"

Vanessa turned the sword lightly. It was a cheap iron sword commonly found in any blacksmith's shop.

"Just once, in any way. If your sword touches me, I pass. I'll admit it if you touch the edge of your dress."

Shayak!

As soon as the horse was finished, Jean swung the sign. The distance between the two was only five or six steps, and in the brain-washed Sigmund, the Plain Plain of the Ming Dynasty was unfolding.

'Chit!'

Chaeng!

The signature bounced off Vanessa's iron sword. Altogether, Qin was pushed back a few steps to the point where the power of oppression was overshadowed, and Vanessa smiled with such a gin as if it were plastic.

'I didn't think I could, but you're so relaxed...….'

Obviously, he had a "hold-up" sense, but Vanessa's enormous strength and strength faded the power of oppression.

Ten stars.

the position of Vanessa There aren't many people in the world who can make a one-on-one hit with her. It is true that oppression is great, but it was only a little strange technology for Vanessa.

If her swordsmanship had been equal, she would have been intimidating, but the gap was too wide.

"I didn't think he was such a bad guy, but somehow he didn't. I never thought I'd stretch my sword before I even ordered it to start.”

"I thought you gave me a chance."

"Then you just missed the chance. Hmm, is that the Ming sword you just opened? Amazing, I'm also curious about the spirit and magic.”

"My father taught me everything. I never told my father that I had learned the Ming sword."

"When you go back alive, find Sir Ciron's spy among your colleagues and hold him responsible."

Vanessa knows all the power Jean has.

That meant it was difficult to make variables. The last blow was just the last time Jean was able to play tricks.

It had to break through head-on.

Ten stars, it's almost impossible to make variables for such monsters in the first place. Even if you didn't know about me.'

Whoo-woo-ooh!

Vanessa's sword burst into a deep cry. A huge ore has been compressed and permeated into the sword.

In itself, the cheap iron sword became a more dangerous weapon than any other Ming sword. The dreary moor they stood on the glare of an orgy is brightening.

Pazjik!

Before the sword fell toward him, Jean first caused a brain-wasting thunderclap. And the moment I was about to hit the thunderbolt by swinging the sign.

There was a gust of wind somewhere. The wind, which had been in the wilderness atmosphere, was condensed into Vanessa, like the sea water that was being sucked into the vortex.

'The brain war...... it's twisted?!'

Piggy, dripping......! A thunderbolt mingled with the wind and lost its way. Soon the twisted epilepsy completely disintegrated in the wind, leaving only blue particles, and in a moment the gust died down.

Boom!

The moment the sword was removed to swing it, the broken stones splashed beneath Vanessa's feet. And before the pieces of stone fell to the ground, the sword spread out like a sail, devouring them and flooding them into the camp.

It didn't even touch the black, but the pieces of stone in orbit evaporated. It was being divided into intangible examples encompassing the sword.

Jean watched the figure distinctly.

This is because I didn't have time to blink. If it had blinked, and if it had not been recognized, it would have also been broken down like a piece of stone and mixed with the wind of the wilderness.

Step on the prosthetic to avoid the sword, clench your teeth and turn your eyes back to Vanessa.

There is only a stone floor that is horribly broken by her angularity.

Vanessa was clinging close behind the already fired sword, holding the side of the gin. Because of this, Jin had no choice but to explode the flashlight he had hidden in his hands.

Surely Vanessa will see ancient light magic for the first time. No, even if she had seen the light magic in the past from the wizards and dragons she had killed, it was certainly the first time for a flashlight.

Nevertheless, she dodged a flashlight skillfully, as if it were magic she had experienced several times. It is not known whether it was due to the sense of the ten-star article or even Kashmir's letter.

Jean judged that it would be the former. If she had been fully aware of Chen Mei's flashlight in advance, she wouldn't have had time to stop the iron sword now.

Yay!

The ensuing blow narrowly prevented it. Then he made two ice spikes and shot them in her face and body.

Naturally, the three-star ice magic could not be a threat at all, so it was a meaningless check. However, with these meaningless checks piled up, it might be possible to try a proper blow at least once.

Tsing, Tsing Ching, Pirak! A series of shot ice spikes were breaking with the energy that swung over Vanessa's body.

'It's a horse test, that's interesting. Isn't it completely different from when you're dealing with a warrior?'

It's a blinding and total push of the eyelight, but Vanessa was feeling much more demanding than Jean had expected.

It was similar to an assassin in that he did not know what would suddenly pop out of his opponent's hand, and the shooting of large and small wizards at every street opening was similar to an archer, and using "magic" to cheat and cause an illusion was like a wizard.

However, in close proximity, he had the same characteristics of a warrior with the unique power of pure blood Looncandel, which was beyond novelty and mysterious.

'That's not enough, it's not enough, it's going to be enough for nine-star knights. I haven't used my spirit yet.'

I could immediately understand why the theory was so interested.

But so far, it was not at the level of agreeing to "match with the opinion."

"Boom!"

Jean backed away, throwing up a handful of blood. Vanessa's last blow left a slight internal injury.

"You said 17, I can't believe you're at that age. It's comparable to Luna at the time.”

"Sudden praise."

"But he was born with fewer talents than you. Sword, that's all. I feel like I'm not good enough considering that you had inspiration, magic."

"Was Luna able to compete with her father at seventeen?”

a head-shaking herring

"No, it would have been possible since eighteen."

"When I go back, I'll have to brag to my sister. I think I'm better."

"The battle seems great, but you haven't learned how to say only responsible things. It's possible because education in Looncandel isn't very good."

The battle began and so far, at first glance, has been quite a hopeless trend.

In fact, it was hard for Jean to keep her proud heart inside.

'There are so many cards that I haven't taken out yet, and I'm saying that I can stand up to this against a ten-star driver...….'

Of course Vanessa's wearing a cheap steel sword, not a a sword, and a stealthy pacemaker, but even considering that, Jean was fighting well enough.

After leaving Laparosa, it was difficult to grasp my skills clearly in the operation of the compass grab. Five Baengnangs were killed too easily, and the sorceresses were deceived too easily.

When a person faces a wall, he or she knows where he or she is.

In that sense, Jin was feeling that his growth was far beyond his imagination. Not only Jin himself, but also his colleagues and enemies would not expect it. Like Vanessa's jumping to conclusions now.

also

Jean was slowly becoming convinced.

'If Lord Vanessa keeps fighting like this, she can cut off the hem without any problems. The key is how big an injury should be.'

Vanessa won't do her whole heart out, as it's not really a one-on-one struggle for her life. If you do that, you'll think you can't even achieve a test.

On the other hand, Jean was judging differently.

'When you dig in just once and cut Lord Vanessa, where will your sword ever stop?'

Should I cut my throat and then stop? Should I stop right in front of my neck? Or, while you're walking past one of the limbs?

I couldn't figure it out. Vanessa never swore 'I won't kill you,' so she needed to be careful.

'If you decide to go to Fargo, you have no choice but to leave it entirely up to Lord Vanessa. It's unlikely you'll kill me, but you could cut an arm.'

In fact, Vanessa was thinking just that much. If Jean doesn't pass the test, she's planning to take her right arm.

It is because I believe that the "evaluation" of Siron Looncandel should be at a reasonable price. It was no different from an assessment, as the saying that a match could be made was a standard for Zion.

Soon Jean finished her troubles.

'First of all, you should show Lord Vanessa something more surprising. Don't let me get fatally hurt. I think it's right to let you win."

There was a lot to show.

Vanessa will wait. That's exactly what I came to see. And Jean was confident enough to satisfy her.

Let's say!

Sigmund began to vomit again.

It was a preparation to spread the thrower. As expected, Vanessa smiled at the moment when Jean had a brain attack.

"If that's one of your spleen numbers, you'll have to be really careful."

"You can enjoy it slowly. It's quite a lot."

Chapter end