Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 306

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:01:46 PM

One with the shadow.

The blackened body was dark and hazy, looking like a ghost, as if a pale shadow were standing. When I put my hand on it, it felt like it was going to slip through.

Stand tall!

The guardian stopped walking.

It was because of the energy of the station.

Defender if you're a normal mana reflux.

It would never have been able to induce a mana if it could only operate five-star horsepower, not eight.

Hana Yeokcheon is a marijuana that shakes the common sense of wizards about the reverse flow of mana even in modern times.

As a figure a thousand years ago, she had no choice but to feel even more strange.

[... ...is it a tie for the Gipple? You use great magic at a young age.]

The flaming eyebrows twitched. With considerable annoyance, the guardian, who paused, could not take his eyes off the station stream.

Part of the mana that formed the flowering fire collapsed and formed a band. The mana that became a belt slowly began to be absorbed into the sphere of the station stream.

As new pressure was added following the power of time, the guardian seemed to be unable to move hastily.

In the meantime, the power struggle with Murakan continued.

Young-ki and fire and two forces trying to seize space were pushing each other fiercely from all sides.

But contrary to the situation, it was not Sarah who was overwhelmed, but Jean and her colleagues. He is not even able to approach the guardian who is standing still.

From a common sense point of view, the situation did not make sense. It was mysterious even considering the unique power of the old Looncandel.

By simple comparison, Jean and her colleagues certainly had more power than she did.

However, she was a pure blood Looncandel, a person whose existence itself was nothing short of an abnormal phenomenon before the onslaught.

Among them, he was close to the strongest.

'Please, I hope you will be able to stay alert for a moment before the fight is over, Ser Sarah.'

Jin's grip on the sword became firm.

Soon, black shadows escaped from Jean's body and wet the floor black.

It was one giant shadow. They split into several branches and glided near the guardian at a rapid pace.

In an instant divided shadows surrounded the guardian.

Squirt, saak!

The guardian shot the sword of fire at the shadows reflexively.

It is impossible to physically strike a shadow. The shadows surrounding the guardian were only briefly twisting, but continuing to color the floor.

Shadows Class 7 of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office

The seventh type, as its name implies, was designed to teach the opponent in his own unique way.

If you can't handle shadows, you can't even imitate them no matter how powerful they are.

The blurred body of Jean was shot forward.

In the eyes of those who have not reached the stage, they will also be dazzled to face a camp rushing into a translucent, darkened body.

It was fast enough to look like a dark black shot, not a body.

Nevertheless, the guardian tried to make light of the surging camp.

By the time Jean began to move, the calculation had already been done to the trajectory of the sword.

As soon as the distance was narrowed to just around the corner, two swords drew lines.

The guardian's sword was faster. Apart from her total and injuries, the swordsmanship she had achieved throughout her life still touched the realm of early months.

A sword made of fire and shadow collided.

No, it looked like they bumped into each other. One guardian's black air was cut open, and Qin disappeared completely from her sight.

Instead, the guardian had to face the signpost coming from behind out of nowhere. The black-colored signature was falling on the back of the guardian.

It was colleagues who were astonished at the appearance.

"Dear Jean..." Did you teleport?'

Teleporting

That's what my colleagues had to think. Jin, who rushed head-on, suddenly wielded a sword behind the guardian.

It wasn't very wrong.

The sudden disappearance of Qin from the air was due to the five shadows surrounding the guardian.

The shadows were a kind of 'door'. The gate is where Jin, who has conducted a seven-type shadow class, can freely come and go.

At the moment of the clash, Jin hid himself in the shadow placed in front of the guardian, and then came out to the shadow placed in the rear and wielded the sword.

'Lecture,' an unpredictable and powerful attack.

It was a trick that only those who could be shadows themselves could unfold.

Shayak!

The sword of Qin brushed against the back of the guardian.

To be exact, she brushed against the end of the fire that was covering her like leather.

It was a teenage knight.

Even when the power of time is bound by fire, fighting power with Murakhan, and mana is forced to sway in the hot springs.

I didn't expect to be able to cut at a single blow.

[Yes, there was something like this in the sword. It's unpleasant to use a sword from a family.]

Jean no longer replied that she was not a jipple.

He judged that he had no choice but to talk with a sword, not a mouth, with an old hero whose mind was broken.

'Unlike Lord Shilderay, there is a problem, but Lord Sarah is also Solderlet's mistress anyway. If the conditions of the victory are met, the same thing will happen as the first tomb.'

And every kind of test left by Solderlet was eventually sharing the same answer.

Willingness. The sublime value of being unmanned, perhaps as a human. Demonstrating that would open the way forward.

When he first awakened the sword, he did so in the Great Barrier of Mitra, and in the first tomb. There was no reason for this to be different.

In five directions, the sword of the camp and the guardian was interlocked. With no body-spinning motion at all, Qin was free to move freely through five shadows, while the guardian had to frantically strike the sign.

But the guardian's eyes were as firm as a rock, only seemingly urgent.

As the battle gets faster.

The swords of the two men became more and more simple forms. It was not a flamboyance, but a battle of depth in simplicity.

Which sword is deeper?

He was, of course, a guardian. Scene, experience, proficiency, unity. Except for the one inherent element of talent, Qin's swordsmanship was in every way below her.

[Sad, boy. Looncandel would have been a hero to save the world.]

The five shadows surrounding the guardian were unfolding little by little.

It was proof that Jean was losing ground.

It was only lamentable that his colleagues could not get in the fight while clearly watching the scene.

The power of Quikantel's time was slowly reaching its limit. Quikantel's time to hold on to the up-and-downs is now one minute at the most, and even that was not the same as the first time.

Murakhan's side was no different. The weaker the binding force of time, the stronger the business, which meant a change in the tense power struggle.

Jean swung the sword silently.

Unlike his thirsty colleagues, Jean was calmly waiting for her time. Watching how the magic of the up-and-downs is flowing again.

'As the bondage of time has weakened, it has begun to show great power again, but......the mana forming the karma does not have as much density as it used to.'

The flow of mana played by the guardian has changed.

Needless to say, the reason was reverse.

'It would have been possible if he had been in the best physical condition. To keep the uptrend intact while controlling the mana reflux caused by the reverse stream.'

Not now.

No other colleagues noticed that the density of the industry had decreased. Looncandel's old Magum Bigi, which had begun to rise again, was nervous about when it would explode again.

But Jean's eyes could not be fooled.

Jean's eyes as a wizard.

In that eye, the unstable state of the industry was clearly visible.

"In fact, the commercialization had already collapsed the moment the reverse began. I'm holding on to it by force, but soon the reverse will begin.'

Because the guardian was fighting so finely, other colleagues didn't think she would soon fall into the backstream.

Of course, just because the reflux starts doesn't mean that Sarah's martial arts suddenly fall. She was sure to pick up her mana and carry on the blitz casually before the reflux intensified.

It was just one moment.

To create a gap in her due to the reverse flow of mana.

'The moment Sir Sarah becomes dull to correct the reverse flow, it is highly likely that there will be no next chance if she misses that time.'

Kang, Kagak, Chang...…!

The shadows derived from the seventh type of the sword were now almost twice as large as the first. It was the result of Jin's retreat from the guardian.

Just as guardians are dealing with several people at the same time.

Jin was looking at various phenomena that began with the guardian at once.

Throw away the sword, check the flow and density of the mana, watch out for the path of the up-and-down, calculate the moment she falls into the backflow.

It's only 20 seconds away that the time limit is maintained.

And Jean finished the calculation.

'In five seconds.'

The backflow of the guardian will begin.

One.

Three... ...

Big!

The guardian suddenly threw up a chunk of black spirit. Jean's calculations are exactly right.

After facing each other, Jin took the step forward for the first step forward.

With a real trick prepared, hidden under the guise of shadow lessons.

Si Ik!

The dark blade fell to the guardian's heart.

It was the first crisis she had ever experienced, during hundreds of brawls.

However, the guardian showed a powerful reaction to Jin's sword even while controlling the reverse flow. The flame-colored sword was lifted and the signature was struck.

Jean's gambler seemed to have failed.

If only the sword had struck the guardian, it would have been a failure.

[Ah.]

The guardian stepped back and distanced himself from the camp.

There was a black twisting blade stuck in her chest. There was a gush of smoke through the crack.

Sarah was expecting that the moment she fell into the mana backflow, Jean would take the fight.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to strike the final blow with just her reaction.

[Haha... ...has been taken, this body.]

a four-piece scissors

A real trick prepared by Jin. The only thing Sarah didn't expect was that. The moment she struck Sigmund, the blade of the scissors went through her heart.

The guardian felt his vision dimmed.

Soon, I had a hunch that my mission as a bitter and lonely guardian would be over.

He was also realizing what mistakes he had been making so far.

But the fight with the boy in front of them, the descendants they kept from the Zipple, was not over.

[What are you doing? Come on, Jean Looncandel.]

Let the guardian say so.

Jean strode up to her and struck a sword.

"Glory, Ser Sarah Looncandel."

Pooo...!

Once again the sign passed through her breast.

She fell on one knee, and was smiling.

Chapter end