Sword Whisperer

[I grabbed the long sword of the Shadow-Bed Examiner.]

Material: Steel

Quality: Rare

Owner: Lee Soe Ball (5-Star)

Memory retention rate: Ha

Remarks: A sword made of easily bending steel branches. But it won't break as easily as a branch.

It was the senior's sword of the Academy. The trainees who liked to practice with their elders' swords were also swords that didn't come close when they got dizzy. Unlike ordinary swords, the Sakaman blade looked quite attractive, but at the same time, the blade that bends the sacrum was difficult to handle.

There were also many who advised Van when he grabbed the sword. It will feel completely different from the swords he's been holding. Rather, it might feel strange to have a sword that was cooked in your hands before.

Of course, it meant nothing to him.

"... Hmm, a sword made of iron? It won't be easy to handle. ''

"Don't worry. That's the half.”

"Yes. I did..... It was half."

Woo-rung smiled. Until the first time I saw him, he had nothing to see but sprouts..... but only one of those names became a test to identify himself.

Third grade is the strongest.

Pretty familiar title, don't you think?

Uyung grabbed his fist. Just by taking a combat stance, the earth around him begins to split apart as he falls apart. His body, the blood of the Earl Family, the power contained in his long history..... seemed like he was trying to destroy everything with a shape.

'.... It's like Musso. ’

Van began to imagine all the cases. When Uyung runs, when he waits, when he comes slowly, and counts all the other cases. And the conclusion was one. All his abilities were lagging behind those of Wu Ling, which meant that even the flow should be in his hands.

The moment I found out, I had no choice but to think about it.

Van stuffed the ground. Run. Run. He was slow compared to the knife, but his growth rate was still faster than anyone else. Half of the body shot like an arrow was in front of Uijung, and Uijung was still looking at him with a relaxed expression.

'You better not look too shallow on me. Senior.’

Van twists his tail and sprinkles his sword. The blade, which was bent like a serpent at a moment of great power, unfolded at once, and poured out like a whip to Uijung.

The name of the third sword, the scattered sword.

It was like a whip spoken by Garrick of D'Maffo. If the difference is that D'Madpo manipulates the 'space' and pulls out the whip strike from all kinds of places..... does Van simply change the blade with the movement of his wrist?

Originally, this swordsmanship was made against the spirit. A draw is possible with a spill, but a spill wasn't enough to make a real hit.

No matter how fast, no matter how strong, it was almost impossible to respond properly to this attack with a mixture of herbs and real herbs. There was too much change, too much residue poured out.

However, Uyung confronted. Fists and kicks move so fast that it is hard to chase with the car's eyes. The leather of his hand was sometimes bloody on the blade, but Uijung did not mind. There was no fear in his eyes, but only joy.

'Not enough.’

Van starts to focus more on his left hand, which bears the evil sword. Even if the left hand bearing the bottom of the knife moves a little, the blade moves in a completely different direction. And the remnants who did so sucked his breath, and each one became a herb, then became a real herb, and moved as if they were going to swallow the greatness in no time.

Originally, this swordsmanship had to be more powerful. Perhaps if the ball had been here using this swordsmanship, he would certainly have gained the upper hand against Uyung. Looking to the future, he could already see which herb he was cheating on.

Half had to be replaced purely by a sixth sense that they could not see the future. The experience and intuition sucked from so many swords taught me how great things move.

It was a time when the remnants of the sword had grown so hard to cope with.

Oops! I heard the sound of rocks and rocks colliding. And at the next moment, Van was being pushed back with his sword on the ground. Wu Liung laughed.

"Is this it?"

"…… in my spare time, I'm bleeding from my hands. ”

”This sneeze is nothing. Hey, third grade is the strongest. If you want to challenge King Kiking, ask him to show you something cool. So the audience's gonna be fun, too, right?"

Wu Liung shrugged and said, Blood was spilling from his hands, but it was just a sneeze, as he said. Van grips the sword with a frown.

'.... Ignorant power.'

It wasn't something like great insight or skill in the numbers of Wu Ling. He grabs the atmosphere, and swings his fist at the atmosphere. Upward and downward. Van's attack, which occupied all the places, was..... of no greater significance in front of the storm.

It was embarrassing to compare it to a girl's age. I also did. Woo-ryung was so powerful that he could take over his brothers and go to the next family.

'Welcoming isn't the answer?'

I wanted to respond with a sword that I could not face one by one. But Wu Liung refused to face the challenge of finesse. Of course, I didn't know it would be half as advantageous if I kept going into this consumption war. Even if you sneeze, if you continue to accumulate, Woo Ling will surely see the damage..... and you won't be able to take a few punches like that.

But it is.

— What, you're not using me?

'I can't do that.'

Half replied to glass's voice. Yes. If you keep stabbing and eating the blood of Wu Ling..... maybe the victory of this battle will come back to him.

But how would you do that? To the opponent who is looking at him like that....

The dagger and the hallucinogens were caught in both hands. I had originally tried to deal with him with the third sword, but..... I didn't think it was as good as the second sword, as it was to release everything from him.

Uyung's eyebrows were raised.

"Dual Sword? You're using something tricky."

"It's not going to end so tricky. ’ '

The strength of chewing is not just that it doesn't end in a series. Every slash and stab was a way of exerting the spirit of second-generation swordsmanship, the 'power to the pole'... which meant that he could throw everything and hit it.

He didn't want to win today. Of course I didn't want to lose, but what I really wanted to do was show it to Wu Ling. How fast he went. How strong you've become. How much you've grown.

Hold the pose. Push the dagger forward, and the hallucinogens assist side by side. Wu Liung narrows his eyes with half a fist in his hand. The fist has not yet reached between the two, and the knife has not been shot..... but the air between the two is already tearing.

Who was it? When the drooling sound of an unbearable neck,

Peninsula Uijung rushed towards each other.

Sand of smoke scattered. Sometimes the wavelengths of force bounced back, causing even the students who were just watching to retreat.

'.... Was it this strong?'

Shade bites his lips as he looks at the half of it. A sword influenced by a scorpion sword, but Van's sword is certainly superior to his scorpion sword. No, I'm not.

To be precise, it would be right to say that half is superior to the shade. Sharing excellence with swordsmanship would not be so desirable.

It was almost the first time I saw Van hit so hard. When I fought Shaid, of course, when I fought the spirit or Zeo, Van didn't feel like taking everything out of me. After a long struggle, Van has already analyzed his classmates' combat methods for a long time.

But it was different from Uijung. I didn't know what to do with magic, and I didn't want to do it. So I could see it more clearly today. How fast Van's sword can be, how sharp it can be.

'' That much.... There's nothing wrong with graduating right now? ”

Several of the graduates murmured. Even though the strongest in the third grade would do the same, given that…… half were strong.

Uyung's fist was fast. Sometimes the snow is hard to keep up, very much so. And the power in his fist ended even more than that. It is a force enough to hit the atmosphere and shoot the atmosphere itself. Do you want to die?

Nevertheless, half against the fist did not notice a slight atrophy. Van swung his head straight to the side of his fist and sometimes hit him with one of my fragile daggers.

Just that the blade hasn't been broken yet, it was certain that Van's ability to handle half the energy was level.

And most importantly, as time went on, half the black began to speed up a little bit.

It was characteristic of second-degree swordsmanship. Uses it as it is until the knife bounces back to add speed. He touched the speed that was not possible with half the black power, so that half's body could only serve to support the knife. As soon as you remove the knife, a screening spills out from a different angle. Sometimes, if you want to shoot a repentance hit, Van's hallucinations spill it out so easily that it's ridiculous.

I forgot to tell everyone. Everyone realized that this was not a student level stage. It is also a fight of pillars that will one day support this country.

And at the end of that fight..... there was no victory or defeat.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…"

"…… Khh……"

Peninsula Wurig also breathed roughly. I didn't have the power to move a fingertip, but it's been a long time since I've poured out all the remaining curiosity in my mind. Van laughed and said,

"You do too much, Senior……. Until the end, I can't believe you're watching..."

"... hiding the power, sucking, so are you."

I had to. If you reveal more power, one of the two will be a dead fight. Van shrugs. His eyes, cleared of curiosity, were filled with unspeakable satisfaction.

"Thank you, sir. Senior. Thank you..."

Wu Ling laughed without saying a word. It was never humiliating for him to fight a match against a junior. Even if he had lost, he would not have been ashamed of it. The laziness may be a sin, but the weakness was not a sin.

"Monsters..."

Someone murmurs as if lamenting..... self-muttering.

The battle that began at the end of the year ended when the sun was about to hide beyond the mountains.

It was a battle that confused many people's breasts and made them run. Some lamented the lack of talent, others pledged a busier tomorrow. And beyond all that, there was a half. To my superior, to an opponent who looks stronger than I do, he's not sneaking up on me.

One who leaned on a sack of sword without one blessing, and touched the strength that could not be touched. On the other hand, people saw the article…… saw the warrior…… and the prosecutor.

This one, who was called half of the Early Family, was also called half of the Five Swords.

Yeah. Five and a half swords.

Half of the Five Swords.

That was the story.