Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 525

#525. Don’t interrupt.

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Slowly.

very little

As if I’m afraid it might break.

A finger sweeping the surface of the tombstone.

Its movements are so delicate.

Like a kitten sucking its dead mother’s milk, it’s sad.

As if missing something lost, I feel both affectionate and sad.

It creates a strange atmosphere to the point where it feels like a sin to dare to disturb her.

However, the black Rashid, a monster with bandages all over his body, did not feel any emotion while watching her.

He is an old man on the mountain who is even considered the father of all assassins except for the Black Dragon clan.

Excluding emotions.

Without acknowledgment or mercy.

Because he was used to only serving his purpose.

That’s why the black one took a step as soon as he saw her.

Sabak.

The moment you take a step.

The shallow piles of snow are crushed.

Signs of being cut are revealed.

A sword master with super senses could not have noticed his approach.

I’m just sadly fixing the tombstone.

In the end, Black spoke directly to her, who showed no sign of looking back.

“…they are ordered to return immediately, so follow them.”

With that, his mission ends.

Because of their misery during their lifetime, they are bound by witchcraft and cannot disobey Wanderer’s orders.

All that was left was to return with the woman who had finished her wanderings.

no it had to be

But why?

no matter how much time passes

The woman showed no signs of moving.

The moment the sword opened its mouth again to urge her.

“Dare to ask.”

voice is.

rang the air

“Little women are unsympathetic.”

so clear

It’s so quiet that you want to pass it by.

A voice that feels transparent and delicate, like snowflakes falling from the sky.

“I am an immortal disciple who abandoned your faith and made you sad because he could not keep your teachings.”

And with an overly archaic and respectful tone, as if he had learned to speak from an old man who had lived hundreds of years ago.

“Even so…”

As if lamenting.

Or like regret.

…or delightedly.

she murmured, trembling.

“You loved the girl.”

Again.

Oozed from the bandage around the eye.

At the end of flowing down your white cheeks.

The tears that fell on the smooth back of the hand permeate along with the fingers that touched the letters engraved on the tombstone.

being abandoned

been left out, but

without running away.

die and save the country

Forgiven by Master.

to the one he loved the most.

The poor master begs for forgiveness.

Not even a chisel and hammer.

Words etched with a sword.

That’s why I look at the traces that I can feel the emotions when I engraved the writing more clearly.

To her who quietly shed tears.

A dry voice heard again.

“I told you to follow me right away.”

“….”

“If you don’t move, I will drag you by force.”

As an assassin who has lived for hundreds of years, she did not take her foot off even at the ruthless black man’s words.

Instead, I just moved my hand.

“The girl has someone she needs to meet.”

Sureureung.

Slowly draw the sword.

slightly stretched down.

Turning around, she turned her head in the direction of the sword and said quietly.

“So don’t disturb the girl.”

“…do something stupid.”

one who blocks himself

I won’t forgive anyone

Silent like a frozen lake.

That’s why, looking at her speaking with more unwavering will, the black sword didn’t warn anymore.

I just stretched out one finger.

Seruk.

The bandages around the fingers loosened.

What stretched out was a fine thread.

The thread, which was so thin that even a sword master’s senses were hard to feel, yet sharp and strong like a blade, dug under the eyes.

The moment when the thread that stretched out as if it were alive on its own came out of her feet.

squeak.

The black eyes sank.

It was obviously a perfect male and female beast who killed both his presence and appearance.

It was because she saw through and cut his sword wire so easily.

It was the same after that.

From feet to head, front to rear.

Even with a bandage covering her eyes, she perfectly blocked the sword master’s thread containing a sword that deceived even her senses.

‘Are you also his disciple?’

Although the sword was broken.

Black is not particularly surprised.

I didn’t even hurt myself.

It was because I had already experienced something like this with Limon.

‘It’s just a matter of time.’

Instead of overpowering her, he withdrew into the woods, hiding himself, stretching only intermittently.

As long as I gave an order to return immediately.

Just by dragging out time like this, Wanderer’s spell will gradually tighten her.

All he had to do was drag her who had become so incapacitated.

It was a strategy that he could do because he did not choose any means to win as an assassin before he was a sword master.

But after a while.

Black felt suspicious.

‘…Why doesn’t the spell trigger?’

As for the effects and limitations of alcohol, I have already thoroughly confirmed it with my own body.

As far as he understood.

The spell should have already been activated.

But why are her tattoos still not shining or dripping blood?

while feeling suspicious.

Black eyebrows raised.

It was because it was only belatedly discovered that a few drops of red marks were blooming at her feet.

‘Bloodstains?’

I haven’t even triggered the lockdown yet.

The attack didn’t even touch me.

Where did that drop of blood come from?

After searching for the source.

Black moaned involuntarily.

“Did you… tear your eardrum!”

I realized it only after seeing the light traces of blood on the woman’s ear.

It is not too late to activate the spell.

It didn’t work in the first place.

before he came

She tore out her own eardrums and forcibly closed off her hearing, blocking any room for new orders to reach her.

In other words, what he had thought of as conversation up until now had been nothing but her own talk.

‘What madness…!’

Black was rarely agitated.

The fact that up until now, she had sealed her sight and even her hearing to get her sword.

And the madness that destroyed the hearing so thoroughly that the sword master with superhuman senses could not even hear the sound.

Even the cold-blooded one had no choice but to harden.

But that’s only for a moment.

Soon the agitation calmed down, the black thought.

‘Even if I do, it’s useless.’

Even if he tore his eardrums and blocked new orders, it would not have disappeared even the orders he received before.

As long as fighting is forbidden by Wanderer, she can activate her spell just by attacking him.

On the other hand, he is free to attack her to do Wanderer’s bidding.

It’s just a matter of how fast.

In the end, she will be subdued and taken to Wanderer to receive new orders.

Black judged calmly.

Whoops.

…until you feel the wind brushing your cheeks.

When did such a harsh wind start to blow in the forest that had been quietly submerged a while ago?

And why did he feel bad about this wind?

while looking for an answer.

Black realized. A woman

who was still standing still holding a sword so that she could stop an ambush at any time…

No, a woman who mistook herself for stopping.

It was so slow that even the sword master could barely notice

that her sword was moving .

Nonetheless, the point of the sword, which had not shaken an inch, became slower and slower, and the air swayed and the raging wind grew stronger.

Kurung Kururung.

It wasn’t just the wind.

Clouds gather in the sky.

The entire vast forest swayed.

Thick snowflakes are pouring down.

A forest swept away by a violent snowstorm as if the tranquility of a while ago was a dream.

And like the nucleus of a storm, in the middle of the blizzard, seeing a woman quietly moving her sword alone, she felt a chill.

what is she doing now

no what do you want to do

It was because he guessed it with the senses of a sword master and assassin who had lived for hundreds of years.

So he acted immediately.

?Formless Sword Witchcraft

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A Thousand Swords

??? ???

?

All of the bandages on both arms are undone, and the threads that made up the bandages are split into cloth strands and stretch out.

cut.

poking

tapping.

tearing up

dig in

bouncing

taking pictures, etc.

faster than the wind.

Even cast iron is as sharp as a bell.

Above all, it is a wonder to see thousands of wires simultaneously unfolding a thousand different swordsmanships without any overlap.

It was truly the height of absurd skill in that each one contained the sword master’s swordsmanship.

But even in the face of a storm of swords that could cut down tens of thousands of armies.

she was in no hurry

Rather, it only slowed down the speed at which he was swinging his sword.

As a result, the slow sword, as if it had stopped, became hundreds of times slower.

A sword master who has reached the pinnacle of slow-swinging swords.

The last of Limon’s apprentices who admitted to mastering the simplest and therefore most terrifying swordsmanship of all sword masters.

Swordswoman Anastasia.

The moment her swordsman unfolds, moving the world instead of moving herself.

?Jeongcheon Kyung Bronze

Sword Freezing Blue Sky Movement Activation

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When the sword stops, the world moves

.

The blizzard of absolute zero, born from swallowing the clouds in the sky, tore the thousand threads stretching towards her to shreds.

Sweeping the place where the black disappeared.

It engulfed an entire forest the size of a small country.

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“Hey, the older brother called the reincarnated monarch is a lot better than I thought.”

after laughing.

Billy raised a hand.

Then he continued talking while fiddling with the scar on his earlobe.

“I didn’t know that I would even get hurt by a human who wasn’t even a sword master.”

“Are you okay, junior?”

“Don’t worry. Yes, it is a scratch.”

“You can’t be careless because it’s just a scratch. There were many soldiers who died because of that on the battlefield.”

“No, it’s because of tetanus…”

“So, in that sense, eat some potatoes here and get well soon.”

“…yes.”

When the swordsman Joan of Arc smiled contentedly at Billy eating the steamed potatoes.

Sword Demon Vlad said quietly.

“You were too careless, priest.”

“Honestly, he was strong, right? If it’s not the Gold Dragon Princess, even the Princess of the Seven Dragons is enough to be able to deal with it.”

“Certainly, the brother-in-law would have been quite embarrassed if he had dealt with all four of them at once.”

“It was fortunate that he was the only one who rushed.”

At the words of Gandhi, the sword, Billy laughed.

All four of them said they were going to attack, but the monarchs are superhumans of the absolute class.

Dealing with all four of them at once was not an easy task even for a sword master.

But it’s because of pride.

Or because there is no chance of winning.

The other monarchs did not dare to step forward, and thanks to that, Billy was able to save face by unilaterally fooling the reincarnated monarch.

It was very fortunate in that he clearly informed the subject as per Wanderer’s order, but…

“I thought it was very fortunate that he didn’t intervene.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“You know what? That one-eyed guy who wonders what the infinite lord is. I mean, the look in his eyes was strangely on the nerves.”

“Did you do that?”

“The reason I ate a punch at that older brother was because I cared about him.”

“If Master had heard it, he would have told me not to make absurd excuses.”

“No, not an excuse…”

Bang!!

Billy stopped talking.

And I opened my eyes round.

It wasn’t just because of Wanderer’s actions as he suddenly opened the door and entered.

I was surprised by the blood dripping from the black tattoo on the back of her hand and the bloody look on her face as if she would tear someone to death right away.

“Why is that, Lady?”

“…get it.”

“huh?”

“Catch your youngest right now and bring him…”

“What do you mean?

It’s like you don’t understand English.

Looking at Billy tilting his head and the other sword masters with interesting faces.

Wanderer gnashed his teeth.

“That damn bitch has escaped…!”