Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 444

#444. Don’t belittle it.

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‘That’s….’

From Maia to Rose Hasnettina and Yekatrice.

Yuna-kyung has met many princesses so far and has seen them unintentionally evolve.

Considering that the princess’s Yonghwa is a major event that is difficult to happen even once in a generation, the experience was phenomenal even in the Seven Dragons.

Even in Yuna-kyung’s eyes, Ainsha’s Yonghwa was unusual.

Round horns like a sheep.

Small, flimsy wings.

Transparent scales that are not white.

Even the soft, blunt tail.

Compared to Yonghwa of other princesses who were overflowing with strength and nobility, her appearance was weak and pitiful.

Just as tigers and lion cats are different even though they are of the same cat family.

The difference as a species was particularly clear.

However, it was not her delicate appearance that caught Yuna-kyung’s attention, but the jewel that stood out between her eyebrows.

It’s vivid to be a jewel.

Brilliant for snow.

It’s beautiful to be a horn.

The pure white glow, so beautiful and mysterious, made Yuna-kyung look at Ainsha as if possessed.

Crunchy!

However, in contrast to such Yuna-kyung, the cloned Yekathrice was rather keen to live.

As if he is indignant at showing off his noble figure alone on the subject of degrading himself from an apostle of God to a puppet of the devil.

The fake, who was glaring at Ainsha with ferocious eyes, kicked the ground.

Spot!

“careful…!”

1 second becomes 10 minutes.

Infinity turns into an instant.

A world where everything has stopped.

In a space where time itself seems to have stopped, the duplicate Yekathrice rushed at Ainsha.

To slit her throat and dig out her heart.

Kang!

But after reaching out to Ainsha.

The fake was startled.

It was because the stretched out hem of her clothes blocked the gap between the hand she had just stretched out and Ainsha’s neck.

A hand bounced out of the hem of the clothes that had become hardened by the iron-clad three-stream.

[Kyaruru…!]

“Don’t underestimate me.”

As if angry at the result.

Faced with an expressionless face, the replica Yekatrice, who let out a ferocious cry like a beast.

Ainsha said.

“I am definitely the weakest member of the Seven Dragons. Still, I’m not weak enough to be faked.”

[Kareuk.]

Don’t underestimate yourself.

Looking at Ainsha, who spoke bluntly as always, the fake laughed rather coldly.

It was because I could feel it instinctively like a beast that recognizes predators and prey without having to fight.

No matter what Ainsha says.

What is stronger is, after all, yourself.

That this weak beast is no match for itself.

With such confidence, the fake attacked Ainsha by swinging not only his hands, but also his tail and sharp wings.

Papa baba babat!

The speed of pouring out hundreds of attacks in an instant is a flash of light.

As a clone of the Silver Dragon Princess, who boasted the fastest speed in the Seven Dragons, no other princess dared to catch up.

However, after pouring out the attack like that.

The fake couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

Wings that swung like lightning.

Even the nails that tear apart the sound.

It was because he couldn’t hurt Ainsha.

poop!!!

“I told you not to underestimate me.”

On the other hand, while receiving the attack, Ainsha’s sluggishly extended hand slapped her cheek so easily.

Even that was just the beginning.

Bubbubbubbuck!

When the silk thread stretched out like a spider’s web and entangled her limbs.

Air waves gushing out like waves from the hem of his clothes shook his intestines.

The bracelet on his wrist struck his abdomen like a mace.

The kicked leg twists in a spiral, and so on.

The counterattack of Ainsha, which was slow but did not give a chance to respond and was linked like flowing water, quickly shattered the fake.

[Kyaaah!]

She couldn’t understand.

The one who manipulates time is much faster and stronger.

Why can’t I kill Ainsha, who moves so slowly many times over?

Why is Ainsha’s slow attack unable to be avoided or blocked, while her own fast attacks are all blocked and missed?

“You’re an idiot to be attacked like this.”

However, from Ainsha’s point of view, it was a natural result.

Where are the fakes attacking?

how to move

And how to move to block attacks and deliver blows.

Because all of that future was fully visible in Ainsha’s shining white eyes and jewels between her eyebrows.

Yonghwa (??) is the power to bring out the potential of a princess to the limit and freely handle psionics by awakening the dragon’s true blood.

Foresight was also included in that potential.

It was next to impossible even for a voluptuous princess to escape her wisdom now.

Of course, the only thing that can be done with foreknowledge is knowing.

No matter how much you know the enemy is coming, you can’t destroy a tank with arrows, and you can’t run away faster than a fighter jet.

If it is an opponent with overwhelming strength and speed, it can break through Wisdom.

In that respect, Yekatrice, the Silver Dragon Princess, was definitely a being who could become her nemesis even if it was fake.

However, there is one reason why Ainsha can unilaterally push fakes like this.

It was an overwhelming difference in technology.

Fuck!

Several times, it overtakes and blocks the swiftly swung wings with the shortest trajectory, even if it is slow.

He avoided the fist that would crush even a rock with circular steps and stabbed his stomach while spinning like a top.

Saryangbalcheongeun (?????) that pushes Mount Tai with small force.

A second-starter system that moves late and overpowers first.

Stopping and moving the opponent, such as static movement.

The seventy-two types created by seven dragons and studied by numerous masters for hundreds of years.

The reason behind the clever martial arts, comparable to that of a sword master, created an overwhelming gap between Ainsha and the fake Yekatrice.

“It is not enough to be fast. If you want to beat me, learn the basics of martial arts.”

Of course, being fast is a powerful force in itself.

In particular, Yekathrice, who can manipulate time instinctively, was a threatening enough opponent even with her fake speed.

If it had been a different princess…

no, to the extent that she would have been able to fight on an equal footing with the real Yekatrice.

The problem was that her opponent was Ainsha.

Just as the silver dragon clan can break through wisdom with speed.

The Baekryong clan is a clan that surpasses speed with wisdom.

In other words, more than Yekathrice’s natural enemy, Ainsha was also Yekathrice’s natural enemy.

That’s why each other’s capabilities were important, but…

“It’s insane that you’re attacking me while you can’t even use the seventy-two kinds. It is also a copy of Yekatrice.”

In the first place, Yonghwa’s true value lies not only in being able to handle infinite psionics freely.

Based on that strong body, you will be able to unfold the seventy-two types naturally as if breathing.

Thus, through the trinity of the dragon’s body, the dragon’s skills and the dragon’s energy, getting infinitely closer to the dragon is true fear.

I don’t know if it’s in a state where it’s properly fused using the eponymous retracement.

From the point of copying Yekathrice in a runaway state, the fake could not be her opponent.

“It is boring to just hit. This is the end.”

It’s been a while since I unilaterally knocked on a fake like that.

Taking a step back, Ainsha moved slowly, creating a flow in the psionics that overflowed her body.

Put both feet on Taegeuk.

Wearing anklets and bracelets.

I flutter the hem of my clothes.

It is a martial art rather than a martial art.

It was like a dancer who forgot that she was fighting and started dancing alone.

However, the fake, who suddenly became ignored, was nervous rather than angry.

It was because as Ainsha continued to move, she felt her psionic powers unreasonably amplify.

[Kyaaak!]

Quadduk!

It shouldn’t be too late.

Under such instinctive judgment, the fake Yekathrice roared like a beast and rushed at Ainsha.

Did the sense of crisis awaken that innate talent?

A fake that manipulates time, freezes everything in all directions at absolute zero, and attacks several times faster than before.

However, Ainsha was not shaken in the slightest by the attack of the duplicate Yekathrice.

As if I knew that.

I just quietly looked at the fake.

The future was not the only thing reflected in Ainsha’s transparent eyes now.

Cheonri prescientism.

A martial art that allows Princess Baekryong to read even the laws of the sky based on her innate foresight.

How the mysterious Jeolhak made the fake.

And what limitations do you have and how are you moving now that you are disconnected from providence.

It showed the flow of cause and effect and all the reasons, not just simple answers and results.

So it was.

not even visible

without even feeling it.

Just before the fake wings pierce his heart, which spread faster than the moment split into a hundred.

The reason why Ainsha was able to move naturally.

With the hem of the iron-clad samryu (?????), it takes out the wings and gently absorbs the power according to the steps of the Taegeukyuhaengryu (?????).

The power absorbed by the fairy blue current is made into waves, and the cloth wrapped around the body is used as a net to catch the waves.

The sound created by the Yonghuchangeumryu and the resonating sound made by the jewelry with the Paejak Fragmentaryu flow resonate to strengthen the wave.

Reversing the spiral sinking flow, gathering the waves at the end of the hem, turning the waves back into power as if dancing with the Goddess Dance Dance.

It unfolds its power, which has become dozens of times faster and stronger than it originally was, in the form of anti-matagu-ryu (?????), according to the logic understood by the Thousand-Lead Prescient.

?Seventy

-two types of martial arts

and ten

seasons

?

[…!]

A large hole formed in the middle of the fake Catherine’s chest.

The one who attacked was himself.

Why did you get pierced?

What was that attack that was faster than light, unseen even in this super-accelerated world?

Without understanding until the very end the logic of the mysterious martial art that amplifies any attack dozens of times and returns it back.

The fake Yekathrice reconciled with a handful of darkness and collapsed.

“This is my victory.”

The weakest member of the Seven Dragons.

But only fighting to win.

To run away when you can’t win.

The undefeated princess who never loses.

In the midst of Yuna-kyung making a dumbfounded expression while watching Ainsha, who is elated with an expressionless face under the five-colored glow created by Shera.

Yekathrice eventually muttered, laughing like an older sister.

“Anyway, my brother is amazing.”

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“….”

Meanwhile at that time.

Kana was frozen.

Tired of fighting for so long that you can’t even lift a finger?

Of course, that was also the reason.

However, the reason she couldn’t move right now wasn’t exhaustion, but because of the sight in front of her eyes.

An empty place that was filled with hundreds of thousands of shadow monsters and gangs just a little while ago, and now even the remnants of darkness have disappeared.

The monster lord scattered there.

A predator that was horribly cut to pieces.

A specter wriggling like a bug.

A magic lord whose arms were cut off.

The bloody red dragon clan.

And…

the figure of a white-haired man who destroyed all the monsters and superhumans that each could destroy a country with just a few strokes of a knife.

It made her, who was always cold, swallow a groan.

‘Ancestor, how did you survive at the hands of that monster?’