A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 128



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Episode 128. The God of Wind

I put my sword back in its scabbard and looked at Ra… something being carried away on a stretcher.

As promised to the Black Prince, he did not kill him.

It was just pretty close to that.

I wasn’t worried.

The best doctors and priests of the kingdom will be waiting. He will come to his senses in no time.

Since you’re still young, your broken arm will probably heal well.

I have my own thoughts too.

It was drawn coolly based on that calculation. It wasn’t drawn blindly.

Well… I’m a ruthless man by nature, so that’s part of it.

“How does the bloody flash taste?”

He muttered softly.

Of course, it was nothing compared to the golden flash.

If that guy hadn’t let his guard down, he could have easily dodged or knocked it away.

This is how scary carelessness can be.

Of course, my acting skills played a part in making me so defenseless and let my guard down.

Even Cheonma praised my acting.

[It seemed like quite a mess.]

That’s why they are geniuses.

They had a weakness they couldn’t hide: carelessness.

You have to learn humility by hitting a wall and getting broken, but they grow up so quickly that you don’t have time to do that.

Geniuses are rare, but humble geniuses are even rarer.

Still, it was true that my bloody flash had improved a lot from the previous day when I had merely imitated it.

Because I also touched the bloody flash while sitting cross-legged all night and planning my own season.

Lower your posture as much as possible to reduce air resistance, gather your internal energy in one place, and then explosively release it all at once while stepping on the true awakening.

Although the horse was said to be explosive, it was not able to truly explode like Sir Ashley, it was just an imitation of forcibly gathering the wind of the storm and then releasing the force it was forcing together…

It wasn’t bad.

“… … .”

I looked across the street, leaning on the scabbard as if it were a cane.

1 The prince’s expression was truly something to behold.

When I saw the look on his face, I felt a surge of pride.

I feel like all the years of feeling frustrated and blindfolded have been compensated for.

Of course, through the senses, you can see more clearly and in more detail, but it is clearly different from seeing with the naked eye.

Since I am human too, I find familiar things comfortable.

“… … Kid. How surprising.”

I smiled at him and checked behind him.

The Black Prince also seemed quite surprised, with his mouth half open.

Bok-sil was looking at the beef jerky that had fallen on the floor as if it was a waste.

There were rumblings coming from all directions.

Most of the audience didn’t seem to even understand what was happening.

It’s the delightful rebellion of the blind swordsman, that’s what it is.

Having succeeded in the rebellion, I left the thrill behind and watched the person clanking up the platform.

It was assumed to be the silent Victor.

I didn’t notice it because it was next to a giant one that was over 2 meters tall, but now that I look at it, it’s also quite large.

He too was wearing a helmet like Luthier, but this guy was already wearing a helmet, so it didn’t seem like you could recognize him just by looking at his face.

However, it was impressive that he was wearing a different helmet than the one I saw the day before.

It seemed like he had put a lot of effort into his disguise.

… … That’s right. That’s why he changed his weapon to something other than his main weapon.

Still, I felt admirable because it seemed like he was trying to at least pretend to disguise himself to some extent.

Sir Victor, sporting a dark full-body armor, clattered across from me and stopped.

“… … .”

As his nickname, Silent, suggests, he didn’t say a word and just stared at me in silence.

Then, I too faced him without saying a word.

I didn’t really have anything to say.

The bastard’s helmet had only thin eye sockets, and even up close, his eyes were invisible.

Now I see that he was hiding a pair of grim hatchets behind his back.

So, it was a double axe.

‘The knight has two axes?’

It was a little absurd, but I decided to let it go for now.

Because somehow it suited me well.

‘What kind of weapon were you holding before… … .’

I don’t remember very well.

I think it was because the weapons of the two knights were so different.

A slightly curved sword and a giant spear that was over two meters long.

I don’t remember anything in particular, so it must have been an ordinary sword.

While they were observing each other and exchanging glances, Aaron said.

“You two. Are you ready?”

Victor simply nodded, and I took my sword out of its scabbard and said,

“Ready.”

Aaron looked at us once as if checking us out, then shouted into the short pole he was holding.

I only had my eyes on Victor in front of me, and so did he.

The surrounding noise gradually faded away.

[I’ll say it again. Even if you die, I will never go back on stage. Take this seriously.]

“I said I understand.”

After shaking off Cheonma’s nagging, I focused my energy on the scabbard I was holding and watched the bastard.

Victor was staring at me without taking any particular stance.

“hmm.”

Before I show off my amazing skills, I decided to clash swords a bit.

In other words, exploration.

When I thought about it, it was because I knew nothing about this guy.

“… … .”

I glared at the bastard intently… … and then suddenly threw down the scabbard I was holding in my left hand.

Wedge!

Victor took out his hatchet and chopped the scabbard like he was chopping firewood.

Bam!

It wasn’t something I just threw roughly, but something I threw with a lot of my inner strength, but the scabbard was instantly shattered by the bastard’s swing.

While he was removing the sword that had flown in front of him, I had already reached him.

I appeared behind the scabbard with a bloody flash of light.

Because I threw down my scabbard and rushed at him at the same time.

Zzz!

But Victor had no trouble swinging his opposite axe and blocking my surprise attack.

Even though it looked like it was roughly thrown, the power contained in it was so strong that it made me stagger for a moment.

Tadadot!

I quickly stopped in shock with an exquisite footwork. It was not intentional, but an instinctive step. That was fortunate. If it weren’t for that, I would have fallen down badly.

The blood-red flash that had been moving in a straight line staggered and fell into an insignificant curve.

Then an axe flew at me.

Hmph!

I ducked to avoid the axe swinging sideways as if chopping wood, then twisted my body to parry the swing that was about to split my head in half.

I tried to slash the sword as hard as I could because I felt like it would break if I did something wrong… … .

bang!

There was nothing like that in the case of ignorant chopping.

I barely managed to hold on to my seat as the shock of the flash above my head struck me.

At the same time, my mind suddenly opened.

The knights before your eyes are those who stand at the top of a country.

I guess I should be nervous.

I took a step back and sharpened my senses.

The widely spread out feeling was densely and precisely concentrated, making the nerves tense.

I poured starlight into my sword and used it to counter the bastard’s axe swing.

Kagan! Kkang! Ssak!

Is this what it feels like to be firewood?

It was rough but menacing.

It felt like I was dealing with Wolfgang, who had been consumed by the demon sword.

If it’s even slightly off, the sword will break or your arm will be crushed.

This time, I realized that my arm wasn’t sore and I think I’ve grown a lot.

Of course, that’s the power contained in the attack, and his ability to manage a fight was incomparable to Wolfgang’s.

At first glance, it looked like he was just swinging the axe around thoughtlessly, but upon closer inspection, I saw that he was swinging the axe around while observing my posture and adding various struggles.

It really felt like they were trying to force us into one place and take the battlefield to their advantage.

It looked like a bear, but its actions were not bear-like.

He was a scary person.

Zeng! Kagagang!

The axe blade and the sword clashed, sending sparks flying.

I tried to channel the sword as much as possible while it was still, but it wasn’t easy.

The axe’s blade was not as long as a sword’s, making it more difficult to throw.

What is this, with the user’s wicked power also included?

A change of thinking.

I had to avoid it as much as possible. Or I could just confront it head on.

It wasn’t something to just let it go and sleep.

As the axe, shrouded in a soft orange aura, and the sword, glittering with starlight, clashed head-on… … .

Zzz!

The aura surrounding the sword rippled greatly.

Are you saying that the starlight is pushed out?

I have one black axe. His axe has two.

The rest of the axes came in one after another.

I twisted my body around and kicked the bastard in the chest, taking advantage of the collision between the axe and the sword just before.

puck!

It felt like I was kicking a lump of iron.

It didn’t do much damage to the guy, but that was a secondary goal so it didn’t matter.

I dodged his axe swing by kicking him in the chest and using the force of my kick to throw him away.

And so the expedition ended.

Victor and I glared at each other, keeping some distance between us.

Cheonma recited his review.

[What an ignorant guy.]

It really was like that.

I should have known that from the moment I picked up the axe.

He was a guy who had absolutely no defense and would swing his axe at any opportunity.

If you give up your flesh and try to take the bone, you will be in danger of having your bone torn.

And it didn’t feel awkward at all to wield a pair of axes.

Even seeing a knight swinging an axe doesn’t make you feel any discomfort.

He could be called a master of the double axe.

Well, I guess I must have had some confidence in myself when I came out with the double axe.

“… … .”

I glared at the bastard and flew in a flying state.

Phew!

Immediately, the ghost’s cry rang in my ears.

The wind that had been gently swirling around me suddenly started to get rough, and the hems of my clothes fluttered.

I yelled at the guy.

“I’ll tell you a secret.”

“… … .”

“I am the god of wind.”

“… … .”

I tried to yell at him, but Victor didn’t respond at all.

Victor, who had been blankly watching me with my hair and clothes fluttering, raised the axes in both hands as if to show me something in return.

Bang!

Axes clashed with each other.

So, it was like he was tormenting someone by hitting one axe with all his might with the other axe.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Is it sound?

I just watched him blankly as he struck the axe wildly like a blacksmith hammering away… … .

I was surprised.

The axes were making a loud noise as they scraped against each other, and at one point, sparks flew and the blade caught fire.

Hurrah!

“No, what is this?”

Are you saying that an axe can be used as a match?

I thought it was a sound attack, but it’s a fire attack.

The sparks clung to the bastard’s orange aura, and soon they became one and burned fiercely.

It was a flaming double axe.

Victor looked at me, his axe blades sparking like flint.

“… … .”

It seemed like he was asking if I was ready.

“I am the god of wind.”

I’m not the type of person to be scared by something as trivial as that.

The wind god rode the wind and rushed straight at him.

Chae-chaeng! Ssak! Bang!

Sparks flew and strong winds scattered the fire.

I swung my sword and fired ground and long swords with my left hand, but the bastard held on like a silent rock.

I was determined to swing the axe one more time to stop it.

I couldn’t even tell if it actually hit me because I was so indifferent.

At one point, the bastard’s fire axe flew towards my head.

I quickly tilted my head back to avoid it, but the flickering flames stuck to my blindfold.

The moment when you have no choice but to swing your sword sharply and step back.

Wedge!

The bastard’s axe flew vertically at me as if chasing me.

It was like the tongue of hell, flying in and out, completely engulfed in fire.

As soon as he realized that it contained an extraordinary power, he kicked the ground with all his might and soared into the air.

Kwaaaaang!!

* * *

Dust rose like a cloud.

Victor watched the scene silently and then swung the axe he was holding horizontally.

Swish!

The hazy scenery split into a straight line like the horizon, then was scattered by the wind that arose late.

Phew!

A silent Victor who dispersed the clouds of dust rising up throughout the stadium with one movement.

He couldn’t help but open his eyes wide at the sight that immediately came into view.

Dozens of black spears, emitting a dark aura, were floating in the air.

And the one standing in their midst was no longer the shabby blind swordsman.

Creepy bloodshot eyes.

A cruel smile on the lips.

“Who am I?”

The red-eyed demon swung the hand he had raised above his head forward.

Red eyes flashed.

“God of the wind.”

Wedge!

Dozens of black spears flew simultaneously towards Victor.