A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius - A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius chapter 357

357 – Last Dance Towards the End (3)

The imperial blade, sword, is specialized for cutting.

The long sword the emperor is holding is also capable of cutting the opponent, but the blade I am holding has a smooth curve from the tip, making it easy to cut the opponent.

Therefore, the most important sword strike to kill the emperor is not stabbing or slashing, but cutting.

Kaaang!

“It’s sharp!”

The emperor throws away his sword.

At the same time, the sword was stabbed at my face, but I twisted my head to the side and swung the sword that bounced towards the emperor’s wrist.

Kaga River.

The blade scratches my wrist.

In an instant, the ultramarine blue aura extends above the wrist and blocks the blade like a gauntlet.

“But this isn’t enough!”

The emperor hits me with his shoulder and pushes me.

A hand-to-hand attack to break your posture.

The emperor is bigger than me, so if we start a power struggle like this, I will be pushed out.

If so, shed it.

Push the knife away by applying force under the palm of the hand holding the handle of the knife.

Using the point of contact with the auror formed by the gauntlet as the axis of rotation, the handle is twisted downward so that the wrist slides around the axis rather than cutting the wrist with the knife.

“Erwin, that’s her swordsmanship!”

Of course, I know.

Although it is not Empress Erwin’s technique but her her mother her her her Lord Platinum’s, the emperor tries to respond immediately as he knows it is imperial swordsmanship.

The blade that slid down was almost horizontal under the emperor’s wrist, and I pushed it forward, supporting the back of the blade with one hand.

Sagagak!

Put the aura in the blade and cut the aura.

The ultramarine blue aura is divided into the gray color, and at the same time, the blade clearly moves forward.

“Where!”

The emperor quickly retrieves his sword and tries to stab me in the shoulder.

It cannot be avoided.

If you avoid it, the attack won’t work again.

If so, don’t avoid it.

Phu-uuk.

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“This…!”

The sight of the blade that pierced my shoulder instantly turned pure white.

The Auror’s blade came as if cutting through my bones and damaging my arm, but I surrounded my body with mana, suppressed the Emperor’s sword, and continued to push the sword forward.

While playing tug-of-war with the Emperor’s Aurors, it ends with just pushing the sword.

‘Now.’

After cutting off all the auras, it continues with the movement of swinging the sword with all the force that was used to push it away.

Bu-euung!

Swing the blade.

The blade imbued with aura cuts through the air, but-

“Wow…!”

The emperor vomits blood and retreats.

A straight red scar erupts from the ribs to the opposite shoulder.

Hehe…”

The emperor stumbles and bites his lower lip.

“Just before it reached me, the Auror extended his blade.”

“Manipulation of mana is our specialty… Huh?!”

Just before the emperor retreats, he twists his hand holding the sword.

At the same time, the sword stuck in my shoulder twisted my arm and was pulled out, and I fell with one arm down.

“…”

“What I felt while dealing with Gibraltar was that we could win if we broke the arm first.”

The emperor breathes harshly and widens the distance.

Red blood was pouring out from his long, gaping wound, but the emperor just kept his sword pointed at me, despite the thick bleeding.

“You know very well. How to attack me.”

“…Do you remember how much blood has accumulated in that body?”

“Well, I don’t count after 10,000.”

“That blood is boiling now. “The blood of the dead condensed in your body.”

A person who uses silver.

Or a person stained with silver.

It has the advantage of explosively increasing physical capacity, but even when the wound bursts, the bleeding does not stop because the heart still beats quickly and energizes the entire body.

“I felt it the first time my shoulder brushed against it. It shouldn’t be suppressed with auras.”

“…After.”

“But all you can do is bleed. What can you do when one of your arms is broken?”

“You still have the other arm left.”

Grab the knife.

Let the arm that seems to have a torn muscle fall down and hold on to the knife to correct your posture.

“And this too.”

Hold the blade sideways and place it close to your arm.

The blood flowing from the open wound flows along the blade, beading on the tip and falling down.

“Baldo? To use blood as lubricant?”

“There is no sheath.”

Baldo techniques don’t work.

You cannot win by just waiting for the emperor to approach you first.

“Okay. Whose sword technique are you going to show me this time? Erwin? Astasia? Or another swordsman I don’t know?”

You have to approach from this side.

It is said that Gibraltar has been victorious for 500 years, quietly waiting for the enemy to come, but that is the way of Guardian Gibraltar.

“Or did they sharpen their blades in Gibraltar as well? If that’s the case, then I’m fighting Gibraltar’s history again. Haha! Interesting.”

Gibraltar must change.

Before the enemy swings his sword first, we must know how to swing it first.

In order to protect yourself, you must first know how to swing your sword at your opponent.

“Do you like theater?”

The emperor asks.

“Are you trying to waste time?”

“What? Aren’t you catching your breath too?”

It’s to suppress the boiling blood and reduce bleeding, but I also decided to join in to improve my mana.

“The match against Crimson Gibraltar was an opera. A classic in itself, where no errors were allowed, and not even a single mistake could be tolerated.”

“What about now?”

“A wild play where everything is ad-libbed.”

“There is no separate genre, right?”

“Well, someday, as time passes, a term may arise to define this fight between you and me.”

The emperor laughs.

“You are a selfish being. You are a being who only serves yourself, and forsakes the cause, the will of the people, and the people for your own benefit.”

“This is not something a tyrant who subdues the people through fear and oppression would say.”

“How can a person who is only good to his family be called a good person?”

“Who would like someone who doesn’t spare their own family?”

I, reflected in the emperor’s sword, was also smiling even though I was bleeding.

“The people who will decide the fate of the continent are trash like this. Historians will cry.”

“It’s none of my business. There will only be one ending in the history books anyway.”

“What is it?”

“100 years of the imperial calendar. The emperor has died.”

“…Is that my completion? It’s simple.”

Ultramarine aura flows out from the Emperor’s sword again.

My sword also turns the mana flowing from my blood back into aura, staining the blade gray.

A blade with a slightly red tinge.

The fact that I think that color is similar to my father’s color is probably just a coincidence.

“Huh.”

Analyze.

The path to victory.

The wounds were on the shoulder and chest.

And there are minor wounds all over the body, but they are not enough.

The only way to defeat the emperor is to use time.

I relive my experiences with everyone I have fought with so far, and retrieve those memories to find the optimal path.

Neck? No.

Guardian Gray, who went to cut off his head, is thrown back by the sword swung by the emperor.

Leg? No.

Gray, the traitor who went in to stab his thigh and widen his wound, would instead be captured by the Emperor and held down until the royal capital was swept by a golden storm.

Arms, not possible. Head, impossible. Vital area, impossible.

The emperor’s ultramarine blade catches my sword in every path.

In the end, all that remains is-

“…After.”

I found it.

By modifying the trajectory dozens of times and redrawing the sword path, I draw the best physical trajectory I can produce.

Even if my sword cannot reach the emperor now, all I have to do is eventually kill him.

And, all the conditions are met.

-What you’re best at is not swordsmanship, but trickery.

Baek Geum-gyeong’s words pass by.

-Gray. I guess sharpening your sword has no meaning to you anymore.

My father’s words pass by.

-Do whatever it takes to win. Even if someone is mean and cowardly, you just have to win in the end.

The words of the unified Habsburg emperor pass by.

Yes.

All you have to do is win.

-Gray knows. What does Gray do best?

Astasia says.

With the blood flowing from my forehead passing through my eyes and my vision blurred, I aimed the knife at the only trace that still remained.

-It’s not about the weapon being handled!

What does Gray Gibraltar do best?

Understanding humans.

Based on human psychology, predicting the opponent’s movements and actions and moving accordingly.

-Think about how your opponent will move.

If you were the emperor, how would you respond to my attack?

The moment you include that response and expectation in the final path, the final blow is completed.

The technology is sufficient, and the mana is plentiful.

What remains is whether the emperor responds as I expected or not.

Ta-ah.

Run.

They run lightly, like elves walking through a forest, and pass their swords over their shoulders.

“In the end, the final one is the elf sword?”

The emperor places it at an angle.

It is the very basics of swordsmanship from the Imperial Manual, blocking the strongman’s sword once and preparing for a counterattack.

Three steps.

Grasping the handle strongly.

“If it’s the last time.”

Two steps.

Pull the hand over your shoulder forward in a wide spread motion.

“It is my victory.”

One step.

The moment he enters the emperor’s domain, he swings his blade with all his might.

Kaaa!!

“This is the result.”

The emperor blocks my sword with eyes as deep as the deep sea.

“Did you try to cut it all down with the sword? It was a shame.”

My blade cut through more than half of the emperor’s sword, but ultramarine aura was barely flowing out of the half-split sword body, as if it was blocking the gray aura’s blade.

“Now, it’s over.”

The emperor flicks the blade away and quickly grabs the sword back.

It’s a little different from the manual, but it looks like it’s trying to stab me with the sword to suppress the opponent’s movements.

I flinch.

The moment you slightly open your body, the emperor frowns.

“You-“

The trajectory of the sword that I was about to cut down headed exactly toward my expected location, and I threw the sword that bounced up into the air and squeezed out the last aura on my fingertips.

“Now, what-?!”

The aura extending from the hand was not as long as a dagger, let alone a blade.

Phew!

The moment the emperor’s sword entered my left chest, the emperor’s movements stopped.

Excited.

The heart beats loudly for the last time, and the feeling as if the blood is being cut off.

At the same time, the area before my eyes turn white and darkens at times.

‘I can see it.’

Optimal route.

Now the emperor is leaning towards me.

The moment the emperor stabbed me, the moment the emperor stopped moving, embarrassed by the ‘unexpected situation’.

-Please live, my prince.

A gap was visible.

Trajectory exactly as expected.

-If the opponent is bigger than you, you have to dig in from below and cut them down.

Someday, towards that trajectory that I won’t even remember who showed me.

This body, which has been wielded and practiced countless times for today, moves exactly as it remembers.

From the moment I learned how to use a sword before my return, and every night after my return, starting with a wooden sword and swinging with a real sword, I swung countless traces while worrying and worrying about how to cut down the emperor.＜ Br＞

The correct answer at this moment among tens of millions, no, hundreds of millions of simulations.

-Listen carefully. Gray.

Just like my father did.

-Just cut it.

Now, I think I understand the meaning a little bit.

‘It’s not wrong.’

Suddenly.

At the tip of a knife. I feel it.

So familiar.

The sense of cutting someone.