Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 401

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:59:26 AM

The central battleground of Geomhwangseong Fortress was known to be the largest in the world.

It was also a place that could not be visited normally unless it was under the authority of the Haeran.

The foreigners who entered the arena gulped down their breath in the ridiculously wide and long-spread battlegrounds.

Knights of the High Ran were lined up in the middle of the battleground.

When Ron beckoned, the articles split from side to side and blocked the audience.

The seats were being filled quickly and in an orderly fashion.

Jean and Rata faced each other in the middle of the battleground, and Ron settled between them.

There were so many people gathered that I couldn't even hear a breath. Everyone just wanted the person who cheered in their hearts to win.

"Lata Prochi, Jean Looncandel."

"Yes, Lord Ron."

"Yes."

"I don't know what the background is between the two. But as a senior warrior, as the master of the planet Geomhwang, I must give you one piece of advice."

"Please tell me."

"Do not maim or kill your opponent. I will put the sword directly against him who breaks it."

It was actually a story to Rata. Rata's unilateral hostility could be seen by those who did not know the circumstances between the two.

Murder at the banquet was strictly forbidden at Looncandel's one-legged party.

"I'll be clear."

"The victor will have glory, the loser will have learning. I hope it will be a great fight for my grandson and the people who are gathered."

As Ron stepped back to the audience, an article hit the huge drum on one side of the battleground.

Woo-woong!

It signaled the beginning of the duel. And even before the drumming faded away, Rata stretched out the player.

Like Fei, he also uses a double sword.

Yay!

The two blades of the sword and the sign were interlocked with a roaring sound of the head.

'I expected it, but it's pretty heavy.'

There was a crack in the solid floor where the two men stood. Those in the audience who did not know that the battle was strong enough to break down from the beginning were surprised.

"He's a lot older than me and he's a great unknown, so I thought he'd give up the player."

"Because he's not the kind of guy I like to show such generosity."

Squeak, smiling gin.

"Well, in terms of pure ignorance, regardless of senior, junior, or unknown, this is the right picture."

At the words, Rata couldn't get angry.

I felt it as soon as I mixed the sword.

'The word that you made that disturbance in the Sword Garden...' Garden of Swords....it wasn't a lie.'

The blade of the double sword 'ghost' was shaking at the mighty energy of Qin. The shudder that followed from the tremor of the sword went past Rata's back coolly.

Strong.

Rata originally thought Jean was lucky, or that his men had made some mistakes and survived.

Aside from his younger brother who secretly participated in the mission, he thought that "Greemall" would not fail because he was with him.

But it wasn't.

"It was something that I and my immediate subordinates had to do in the first place. Or we should've made a head-level job like Grimol.'

I underestimated the weight of the name 12 jockey.

It was not known, but in the past, Rata had won a battle against another rider in Looncandel.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three swords went on to mingle, causing heavy drinking.

I admit Jean is strong, but that doesn't mean Rata's anger has died down.

Also he was still judging that he couldn't lose to Jean. Rata was also a man who had defeated numerous strong opponents every time.

Enemies who seemed never to be able to win eventually knelt down. The future of the 12th Runkandelian would have been no different.

On the other hand, Jin could not feel the strong impression of Rata.

Rata's sword didn't seem very threatening, even considering Ron's strict orders that he should never kill his opponent. Even though the two swords are touching each other or piercing under the ears.

'......Am I fighting only against too strong enemies these days?'

It has been less than a month since he fought with all his might against the entire Looncandel.

In that fight, Jean had overcome several death throats, which meant that she had crossed the wall of growth that much.

I would say.

Jean's sword is more mature than it was then. There was insight that could not be achieved at this age, and the depth that even those who reached the stage could not easily read was ingrained.

Rata's sword seemed to have a pre-seen trajectory.

"It looks like Looncandel's 12th flag is falling behind.”

"It's too early to get past the ghost register."

Those who couldn't reach the level predicted the result.

But the fighters, who were watching the flow of the fight precisely, managed to hide their amazing minds.

"Is that really a 12-year-old?"

"At this rate, the ghost captain will surely be defeated."

Amid mixed reviews, Ron was confident.

Jean and Rata are already living in a different world.

'That demon was already climbing the ranks of the supermen...... the ghost commander has quite a potential, but he still remains in the criminal world.'

The criminal's strongest, the super weak.

It was such a fight, for example. On the surface, the camp is backing away, but it is not because it is on the defensive, but because it can be attacked with ease.

Ron turned his head and looked at his grandson.

Sure enough, Dante looked almost mesmerized as if he had been a believer in God.

"You may feel jealous or competitive, but are you just excited about the achievements your friend has made?'

I felt strange.

Dante used to think that he would be the only one in the world who gave such a look. In fact, Dante in his childhood had always looked at Ron that way.

He had regarded himself as the ultimate destination.

The moment I thought about that.

Suddenly Ron was able to realize one of the biggest differences between Dante and Jean.

'Gin Looncandel, that demon, unlike my lovely grandson...….'

There is no end point.

He must have recognized his father and the world's strongest knight, Siron Looncandel, as just one "wall."

You must be thinking that the extreme point you have to reach is somewhere beyond.

The realization of the fact gave me goose bumps all over.

It's really been a long time. What made you feel that way when you saw other people fighting?

Squirt!

Suddenly the blood hopped in the air.

It was Qin's blood. The double sword ghost cut the back of Qin's hand. If it were a little deeper, my hand would have been cut off.

Jean scurried across the street.

That's what it means to Rata's eyes.

'Why didn't you just dig in and make it a game, 12 jockeys!'

The double sword ghost fell diagonally. The sword seemed unavoidable for Jean, who had already been disorganized.

I cut myself.

No, I should have cut myself. The moment the double-black ghost scratched the air, Rata felt as if the world's clock had stopped for a moment.

No, it was definitely a perfect distance.…!'

The next thing I saw in Rata's eyes, one dot.

It was the edge of Jean's sword. I couldn't quite understand at what point this sharp stabbing was made.

Fit!

Blood spattered from Rata's cheek. He turned his head just before Sigmund reached and escaped from anger.

The avoidance was also a miracle that could only be done to a warrior as little as Rata.

But Rata knew.

'I purposely stabbed him in the face, so that I could avoid a fatal wound.'

In a fight, the face is of course one of the worst points.

However, it was also the easiest body to protect. With a slight turn of the head or a slight bend of the body, most attacks on the face can be handled.

Therefore, the fighters' fights often ended with fatal injuries to other areas than their necks or faces.

If Jean was aiming for the heart, not the face. No matter how he responded, he would have suffered an injury that would have forced him to win.

Cough....!

Shivering with shame.

"Do as you please, Jean Looncandel."

"What's the problem this time?"

"I'm going to ask you to...….”

"I aimed for the face because I thought it was safer than the other side. If he was aiming for the heart or the abdomen, he would have fought back even if he risked his death.”

It wasn't a lie.

If that happens, Jin may also suffer any injuries, and one side must have died or suffered equivalent damage.

"And if I do it right, Rata can't survive."

to one's chagrin

The words didn't sound 'haughty' to Rata. It sounded like just a natural assessment of a man who is obviously stronger than himself.

"At least that's what I mean in this arena. If this was a battlefield or my bedroom, it would be a different story."

The significance of the ghosthood is not in the one-on-one duel of knights.

A group of mercenaries specialized in efficiently dealing with stronger opponents. Rata was the head of the force.

This does not mean that one's physical strength is low, but one cannot help it when one's opponent is not good.

For a while the two looked at each other still.

Some in the audience were reading it as a new quest, and some were reading it in silence, recognizing victory or defeat.

And Rata felt ashamed.

It was not a shame to lose. It was no shame that he didn't recognize his opponent's skills and started a quarrel like a thunderbolt.

I was just ashamed that I had a smaller bowl than the one before me.

Jean has spared my brother, who has come as an assassin, and has yet to make excessive demands on him.

Rata barked like a scared dog in the hope of getting his brother back.

in the midst of silence

Jean suddenly felt a great deal of energy being released from Rata.

You had a winning look and a accepting look.'

Rata was thinking the same thing as Jean. It's not himself, it's Jin's dangerous energy.

So Rata was going to tell him to cut one part of his body, with an unarmed mind that follows the result.

I thought it was natural for Jean to be angry.

But the dangerous energy was neither Jin's nor Rata's.

It was starting right under their feet.

"Damage!"

"Dodge!"

Two people who realized the fact shouted at the same time.

The next moment, the whole floor of the Daeryeon Hall split apart and something huge soared, and Ron had already pulled out the sword and was ready to stop it.

Chapter end