Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 89
Only Noblemtl
The Esai, who ran along the rope naked, had incredible courage. They had wide sleeves and trousers tied up, and were wearing armor with iron plates on top. They did not wear any other armor, and covered their faces with hats similar to bamboo hats.
There were five Esai on the airship. Two long swords like the one who had first fallen, one pair of twin swords, one cutting sword the length of a forearm, and one sword of ordinary length and shape.
They all glared at their fallen comrade and Jincheol, who was standing in front of him, with stern faces. They didn’t seem scared, but rather seemed to be trying to figure out Jincheol’s background.
Jincheol, who took a couple of steps toward them while releasing their shoulders, soon felt something tangled around his waist. It was a wire that had been tied to prevent him from falling. Jincheol looked back and forth between the wire and the assassins, and for some reason, he untied the wire that was hanging around his waist. The iron chain fell with a clanging sound.
At that moment, as if the sound of the rope falling was some kind of signal, the man wielding twin swords rushed towards Jincheol. The left sword was hanging down, and the right sword was draped over his shoulder.
The blade that had been hanging down suddenly rose like a rhinoceros horn and stabbed Jincheol in the chest. It was an attack that forced Jincheol to step back. If he stepped back, the sword on his shoulder would follow up with a follow-up attack, but if he didn’t step back and instead dug forward, the sword on his shoulder would defend him.
Jincheol dodged the stabbing blade by spinning to the right, and at the same time, he got close to the left outside of the twin swords. He got so close that he couldn’t use his right sword.
Ssangkal still aimed for Jincheol’s side by thrusting his right sword under his outstretched left arm. At that moment, Jincheol’s two hands wrapped around Ssangkal’s outstretched left arm. There was a snapping sound from the elbow of his outstretched left arm, and it bent in the opposite direction to where it should have been.
Jincheol didn’t stop there, but once again spun around and passed by Ssangkal’s body. From a distance, it looked as if Jincheol’s body was wrapping around Ssangkal’s body like the wind. And in that brief moment, Jincheol’s fingers swept past Ssangkal’s side.
“Ugh!”
The evil force that left handprints on the iron plate tore apart the muscles and ribs of Ssangkal’s side. Ssangkal, who lost his breath in an instant, let out a short groan and fell forward.
To the other swordsmen, it seemed as if Jincheol was passing by his comrades in a strange manner, when suddenly there was a loud noise, his arm twisted, and he fell down.
[King of Fist! King of Fist! The true king of the 21st century! King of Fist Kang Jin-cheol!]
“Be quiet, honey.”
Jincheol lightly dismissed Bonchip’s nonsense. What about the King of Power? I’m not some end-of-the-century loser.
But something was clear. In just the past few days, and even though he had only been practicing to kill time rather than giving it his all, Jincheol realized that his eyes had changed.
Previously, the way he could detect the other person’s movements was by utilizing his five senses, which were sharpened to an incredible degree, and his reaction speed, which was almost instantaneous. If he were a normal human, he would never have been able to keep up with the other person’s movements by reacting in that way, but Jincheol, who had woken up from a long sleep, was able to do so.
The combination of that reaction speed and the experience gained on the battlefield makes it a powerful weapon in its own right. It is a skill that is not at all inferior to the swordsmanship of a master.
And now there’s Yongkwon, a really proper textbook mixed in there.
The current Jincheol did not respond after the opponent moved. He prepared his next response before the movement. He read the opponent’s toes, waist, shoulders, eyes, and posture, and predicted the next move first. With his inhuman kinetic vision and close-up martial arts combined, he was able to achieve this ability even though he had not studied it for very long.
Now, Jincheol could see the Esai swordsmen standing around him and imagine their future movements. It was not a simple imagination, but the most probable future among countless possibilities that sprang from the postures they were standing in on the ground.
Shit, looking at the calculations, it looks like the head has become as strong as the body. Why does it feel like it has become more beastly rather than smarter?
“Who are you?”
At that moment, Esai, who was holding a sword without any special features, spoke first. His eyes were shining white under his hat.
Jincheol looked into those eyes and answered with a grin.
“That’s the question I should be asking. Who was it that came across and stabbed me first, all of a sudden?”
“···Are you the warrior of the false king? I didn’t know there were other martial artists besides Geomheon.”
“I’m not a martial artist, you punk.”
“No?”
“My specialty is rifles. Now, I think I’m more good at punching.”
“···?”
At that moment, the airship hull they were standing on began to shake violently. They were beginning to struggle with the airship that had fired the harpoon. A metallic sound of “kkuug-” could be heard from the part where the harpoon was embedded. Jincheol and the swordsmen had to lower their postures and maintain their balance due to the shaking floor.
And at that moment, from the bottom of the ladder leading to the top of the airship, Snow, wearing an owl mask, soared like a bird of prey.
At the same time, three round iron balls fell between the thuduk and the swordsmen.
“Hey, Inma! I can’t even see-”
Before Jincheol could finish shouting, the iron ball exploded, and an intense light and noise filled the upper part of the airship. However, Jincheol and the swordsmen’s response to the light and flash was surprisingly similar. They covered their eyes and blocked their ears. As a result, no one completely lost sight at that moment.
Snow, who had just fallen, rushed straight to the swordsman who had spoken. She considered him the leader of these swordsmen. Her spear glowed eerily in the moonlight.
But the blade bounced off with a clanging sound. Even with her eyes squinted, the chief swordsman easily dodged her attack. The counterattack and the attack followed. The spear and sword, spinning like pinwheels, collided, making a continuous clanging sound.
“Whoa!”
It wasn’t just the chief swordsman who started moving. The other three swordsmen also rushed towards Jincheol.
Two long swords swing sharply from the left and right, clearing Jincheol’s path. As Jincheol digs into the middle, a slashing sword comes down as if to split his head apart.
At that moment, Jincheol’s two hands moved towards the blade of the cleaver. It was as if he was trying to grab the blade as if clapping his hands. However, if you look closely, the height of his two hands was slightly different.
So Jincheol’s two hands simultaneously struck the upper and lower parts of the falling sword, and the strong force applied to the upper and lower parts of the body caused the middle part of the blade to break with a clear, “ding” sound.
“···?”
The owner of the cleaver looked dumbfounded at the sight of the blade breaking as it was being swung down. He looked like he was wondering why it broke. Jincheol extended his foot and stabbed the bastard in the lower abdomen. With a thud, the bastard’s foot lifted off the ground.
Jincheol turned around, leaving behind the man who was spitting blood and collapsing, and punched the faces of the two swordsmen who were trying to cut down and up from the left and right. Their heads suddenly snapped back as if they had been pulled by a rope. The cracking sound from their necks told him that their lives were over.
Jincheol turned around again, shaking off his hands, and saw Snow and the swordsman continuing their fight. The swordsman was getting dizzy after seeing all his comrades fall. It seemed like Snow could handle that on his own.
Jincheol’s gaze, which had been quietly watching the two men’s battle, suddenly moved to the side. He saw a harpoon continuing a tug-of-war with a squeaking sound, a rope as thick as a person’s waist, and an enemy airship beyond it.
The next moment, Jincheol ran along the rope.
[Wow! You’re killing the customer! Never look down!]
Climbing a rope hundreds of meters above the vast ocean. And running at full speed. It was a dizzying moment, but Jincheol ran without hesitation. He saw the enemy airship’s swordsmen trying to cut the rope as they spotted Jincheol running towards him.
The next moment, with a popping sound, the airship and its ropes were severed.
But just before that, Jincheol’s body, which had kicked off the rope and jumped up, flew up and landed neatly and cleanly inside the airship’s hangar. The moment the eyes of the crew members and Jincheol met, the airship became quiet.
“Why? Didn’t you know they’d come over from over there?”
As he spoke, Jincheol suddenly found himself holding a sword in his hand. A white blade rose up with a snap. The swordsmen who saw the blade also pulled out their own swords and shouted.
“Stop it!”
“Kill him!”
“Eww!”
Jincheol’s body naturally ran through the swordsmen running towards him like flowing water. The amazing kinetic vision, superhuman strength, and combat sense that he had developed while learning Yongkwon exploded at that moment. He stabbed, cut, and dodged while counterattacking. Every time the blade of the Eojanggeom flashed white, the head of one of the swordsmen rose up. One slash at each swordsman. Nothing else was needed.
It only took a few moments for all fifteen or so swordsmen inside the hangar to become corpses.
Jincheol stood over the corpses, quickly swept away his sword, and headed straight for the cockpit. The line was cut, so he had to get close to the hull to get back.
But at that moment, the ship shook with a loud thud. Jincheol, who had been sitting upright, ran to the cockpit with a sense of foreboding, and soon felt his head start to hurt slightly.
In the center of the cockpit, a black iron harpoon was visible, and the dead pilot was impaled on it. The harpoon had been thrown from over there and had stuck itself into this cockpit.
“Even if our hands and feet don’t match, how can it be this mismatched?”
I knew it from the moment they started eating separately. Jincheol thought so as he pushed the harpooned pilot away and grabbed the half-broken joystick.
If he had shot a harpoon with a rope attached, he could have run along it, but the other side had not attached a separate rope. In the end, Jincheol had to forcefully pull the control stick, which was making a creaking sound, to change the airship’s path.
Fortunately, Harmen’s airship was visible beyond the shattered front. The path was slightly high, so it seemed like it would pass over if it continued on this path, but that was okay. Jincheol pulled the joystick to slow down.
But at that moment, the joystick broke with a loud bang.
“···”
[You’re right. Hehe.]
Jincheol, who had been blankly staring at the broken joystick and the airship’s increasing speed, threw away the broken joystick and ran toward the hangar.
Looking through the hangar door they had just entered, the airship was already passing over Snow and Captain Swordsman’s heads.
Jincheol jumped outside without thinking twice.
[Wheeeee~ I’m coming~]
As Bonchip said, Jincheol flew. Of course, to be precise, it would be correct to say that he crashed, but it was not a simple crash because he flew out of the airship without thinking and did a somersault before falling and rolling forward.
Jincheol, who had landed so neatly, raised his head. He saw the figure of the captain’s swordsman and Snow, who had stopped fighting and were blankly looking at him.
“why?”
“···”
“···”
At that moment, the airship flying far behind Jincheol began to crash with a loud bang and the cockpit exploded.
[Wow! Is this why the Rabbits are hijackers? You just gave them an airship for a little while. There really is no other killing machine.]
The swordsman who had been fighting Snow dropped his sword when he saw the airship crashing down. Then he let out a deep sigh and even let go of his sword and raised both his hands.
He said.
“···I surrender.”