Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 143

#143. broken bowl.

Limon put on a puzzled expression.

It was because I thought something loud sounded in the air, and suddenly a bizarre sight unfolded.

However, he is the one who embarrassed Limon.

Yuna-kyung didn’t care.

He just moved his head as hard as he could while holding a memorized word similar to an iron rod in his beak, just like he did a moment ago.

Chaeng Chaeng Chaeng!

As the swinging iron bar strikes the dagger on the floor, a deafening metallic sound reverberates through the air.

It wasn’t just the awards.

From daggers to keumgangjeo and meteor weights.

Rolling among the many metal pieces on the floor, Yuna-kyung was pounding hard on them.

“Is that crazy?”

Maybe it was because it was so absurd.

Limon, who was about to be hit by a hammer swung right in front of his nose, avoided it, hooked the sword to the head of the hammer, and cleverly pulled it and drove it into the ground.

And for now, I tried to pay attention to Yuna-kyung’s madness and focus only on dealing with Velos.

But next moment.

Limon was dumbfounded again.

Kwang thump thump!

Hitting a sword, bumping a chakram, slashing a yam sword, clapping hands, etc.

It was because I couldn’t concentrate on the fight when I saw all the bizarre things the Mukryong crew members were doing seriously.

It was to the extent that even Youin was stomping his feet among the Mukryong members.

‘Did they take medicine as a group?’

Did everyone suddenly turn around?

Or what skill was it?

While watching them with trembling yet wary eyes.

Limon twitched his eyebrows.

It wasn’t just because I felt strangely familiar in that messy ensemble that completely disregarded rhythm and beat.

The moment that dissonant sound resounded.

It was because Bellos’ movement, which was about to swing the hammer at Limon again, suddenly started to creak.

It was almost at the same time that the melody of the deep-dark violin, which had been playing by itself in Bellos’ hand until now, was disturbed for the first time.

‘…no way?’

Limon narrowed his eyes.

Discord created by Yuna-gyeong and Mukryongdae.

It was because he noticed that it was shaking the melody of the violin and even shaking the divinity of Bellos.

It was an admirable thing for Limon, who had never thought of disrupting the performance in this way.

But at this very moment.

It was a surprise in a completely different sense that filled Limon’s chest after beheading Bellos.

‘Isn’t this… just random noise?’

A sword master with super senses.

Among them, I was able to notice it because it was Limon, who was well versed in music and had already performed the trick of playing discordantly.

Just how elaborately crafted is this obnoxious noise.

Sometimes shaking in the same rhythm.

Sometimes it leads to exquisite chords.

Sometimes it confuses with out of tune.

Just as a swordsman who has reached the level of a master is making fun of a child who wields a real sword with only chopsticks.

The countless noises were completely different from the violin playing, destroying the melody itself.

What was even more surprising was that the music itself was never ruined.

Let the collapsed performance achieve harmony with noise.

So, the curse of the violin, which wants to play perfectly, will rather break down on its own.

‘who? how?’

Limon was puzzled.

This wasn’t a feat that even the masters of the Seven Dragons could easily pull off, no matter how versatile they were.

However, the moment I glanced around and looked behind Yuna-kyung.

He has all the answers.

Eugene smiles faintly with a hole in his chest.

And the sight of Li Qingyu staring at her from her side informed him of all the circumstances.

‘Those guys…?’

Eugene instinctively composes a song that responds to the violin performance.

Li Qingyu directs Yu Naqing and Mukryongdae according to the score through mental communication.

A weapon that replaced the musical instrument as soon as possible.

Martial artists who became performers only today.

Even conducting without practice.

The messy orchestra where everything was made hastily, however, was playing a perfect ensemble at this moment thanks to psionics and a genius.

‘I thought I’d try cutting this properly once in a while.’

I even laughed for a while.

Limon gripped the sword in one hand again.

And with a much more cheerful body movement than before, he rushed at Bellos.

Did you feel a visceral threat?

Even as the violin’s melody disintegrated and his body creaked, Bellos swung his hammer and tried to hit Limon.

But that’s just his wish.

Limon avoided the attack, which had become dull compared to when his godhood was intact, just by slightly lowering his head.

And as it was, he burrowed into Belos’ arms and cut his side with the sword he drew short.

kang!

The sword bounced off after slightly slicing through the armor, probably because the force wasn’t properly applied due to the grip.

But Limon was not disappointed.

Spinning around to avoid the hilt of the hammer that Bellos wielded, she just stabbed the sword between her own sides with her back to him.

Caang!

The sword bounces back.

Scratches on armor.

Even the metallic sound that resonates in the air.

Limon, who had a cold smile on his triple beat, continued tapping Bellos.

And as Limon’s scratches increased one by one, Bellos’ movements became more and more dull.

[Feeling like a trivial ??!]

Limon curled his lips at the sound that would drive normal humans crazy just hearing it.

It was because I could feel the agitation in the voice of Hwashin, who had been running wild until now.

And the reason was clear.

“How does it feel to have your divinity stripped away by that insignificant human being? god damn.”

What Limon was cutting with his sword was not Belos’ body or armor.

It was the godhead of the incarnation itself.

A divine spirit swaying with the melody of a violin.

Limon was cutting off the flow of providence that formed the basis of the godhood by carving a small scratch in the gap revealed by the shaking.

It’s like drilling a metallurgical hole in the bottom of a ship and making it sink slowly.

The fact that there were scratches on the armor, which had been intact from any attack, was proof that the divinity was being broken.

kang!

Limon had another goal.

A subtle metallic sound every time the armor was cut.

By mixing them in exquisitely, the violin’s performance was accelerating the collapse.

Makjani’s godhead is shaken and he cannot fight properly, and the more Limon’s sword strikes, the more the providence is cut off and the godhead collapses more rapidly.

[Porridge? !]

Did he feel a sense of crisis in that endless vicious circle?

Velos wielded the hammer as if desperate and used the miracle of causal distortion.

To create a reality in which Limon’s attack on him is crushed and his hammer crushes Limon’s head.

But right after that.

It was Bellos who had his head blown off.

[

?

And why is his own hammer, which should have crushed Limon’s head, stuck in the ground in vain?

Looking at the confused incarnation, Limon was cynical.

“You idiot, how many times did you think the same trick would work?”

[Strike !]

Perhaps it was because of the anger of being ignored.

Perhaps it was because he couldn’t believe that his miracle had been nullified.

With a ferocious shout that engulfed all the melodies resounding everywhere, Velos distorted cause and effect again.

But nothing changed.

No matter how much you rewrite the past.

whether to change the present

While he couldn’t hit Limon, he couldn’t create a single past that didn’t fit the sword.

“No matter how many times I try, it’s no use.”

Ignoring the futile struggle, Limon quietly continued.

“Whether it breaks causation or creates it, in the end, all you have to do is predict and prepare for all possible causes and consequences in the past and present.”

[…!]

The moment he heard Limon’s words,

Bellos’ face twisted.

His causal distortion is a miracle that even changes the ’cause’ of the past to create the desired ‘result’.

Since even time is a retrograde force, albeit limitedly, the number of cases that can be used for that distortion exceeds hundreds of millions, let alone tens of thousands.

However, by seeing through all those cases and preparing for them, you are ‘removing’ all the causes that could cause you to be at a disadvantage in the future?

Even while updating those predictions in real time to match your movements every minute and every second?

It is impossible even for God.

Therefore, there is no way that a mere human being is possible.

Belos, who believed so according to a very natural logic, continued to attack Limon.

slow down.

So it was.

He was angry at his own actions of inadvertently taking a step back.

The base fear of the bowl was ruining his pure madness to keep fighting.

This wouldn’t have happened if it was the original bowl that had been refined over a long period of time.

There was also a limit to the temporary vessel that he forcibly contained himself with the power of the Holy Spirit and the violin without signing a contract.

With that anger, he crushed the entire soul of the bowl and forced his body to move.

After all, it was none of his business to know whether or not the dishes that were not his own were damaged.

“What are you bruising on, bastard?”

But it was too late.

When he used his last strength to fight Limon.

Limon had already stabbed the empty spot in the center of Belos’ armor with a sword that had been extended like an arrow.

That’s how the last scratch is engraved.

The scratch spreads through cracks.

The moment the armor is shattered.

[???????!]

Velos, who lost his divinity as the connection with the providence was severed, or to be more precise, the terrible scream of the constellation that dwelled in his body rang out.

It wasn’t just because his godhead collapsed.

The moment you lost your incarnation qualification.

It was because the providence of the world, which had been helping him under the influence of the Constellation’s authority until now, had begun to distort his existence.

It was a natural result.

Now that the holy spirit is broken.

Because the vessel, the last barrier to protect his existence as a Constellation, had already been destroyed by himself.

That’s why he had no choice but to writhe under the terrible pressure like a human thrown to the bottom of the deep sea, losing even his oxygen tank, let alone his diving suit.

Kwadeuk!

Is it because the boundaries of existence have collapsed?

Parts of the bowl’s body, which had exceeded the limits of its power, began to explode.

The chunk of meat that came out of the gap tries to take the form of a giant, but collapses and transforms again.

Legs covered in black tumors, dozens of small arms sprouting from the giant’s ruptured arm, and tentacles protruding from torn eyeballs.

A body that mutates into a mess and a mind that twists beyond that.

Even within that, the Constellation, or the Constellation, desperately crawled across the floor.

A new bowl was needed.

Not such garbage, but a proper bowl.

And fortunately, he still had the vessel he had refined with his strength and madness over ten years to fully contain his existence.

[Kyaaak!]

“Princess, it’s dangerous!”

He reached for the bowl, turning more like a huge mass of mass.

More, just a little more…

The moment when, after desperate efforts, he broke through the obstacles of flying insects and finally tried to retrieve the bowl.

“Just do it and get it done, you bastard.”

?Yam

Dragon Killing Sword Five Dragon Killing Sword

Falls like dew at the end of

the sword.?

The world splits.

The twisted body of this form collapses.

The power of the constellation that filled his body turned into shards of starlight and wet Limon’s cheek.