Overpowered Sword

Overpowered Sword Chapter 114

Level up with swords (114)

As a result, it was true that they were able to enter the Machina Blacksmith. Unlike the first time, Leon stands in front and stomps away, following the dwarf who takes a few steps ahead.

Machina Forge.

As expected from a blacksmith shop with the sign meaning ‘machine’ in ancient language, the inside was full of mechanical devices whose purpose was unknown.

Whether Leon and the others looked around or not, the dwarf walked inside without any hesitation.

“…It’s getting hotter.”

Garlond wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of his eyebrows.

It was as he said.

The heat and humidity become more intense with each step.

The Machina Forge was pulsating as if it were an organic life form, circulating heat and steam inside. As the sound of a hammer striking and striking resonates high in the distance, a bellows hisses and blows out air at a slightly slower beat.

‘It feels like I’ve entered a volcanic zone.’

Excessively hot and humid.

It reminded me of ‘sauna,’ which is said to be one of the cultures of the northern continent. A normal person would not be able to last even a few minutes and would run away.

It was not for nothing that the dwarves did not accept human apprentices.

This was because it was impossible to work in this space regardless of the capabilities of metallurgy and forging. It made even A-rank Garlond sweat profusely, and there was no way a human blacksmith with only a strong body could withstand it.

“joy!”

The dwarf, who had been looking back, snorted.

What he looked at was Leon’s face.

If he was sweating profusely, I would have teased him, but Leon was following him with a calm expression.

An aura with the ‘sun’ attribute.

This was because Leon, whose skill level had reached expert level, already had heat tolerance.

Cough! Cough!

The dwarf entered the blacksmith workshop without hesitation and knocked on the wall with the hammer on his waist.

“fist! “Just stop for a second, you idiots!”

The sound was so loud that all the dwarves who had been concentrating on hammering without even turning their heads turned around.

Naturally, those eyes went behind the shouting dwarf and looked at Leon and his group who were standing in a dark place. You’re taking on the challenge of ‘Youngsteel’, but you’re letting outsiders in? For a moment, I was taken aback by this unprecedented situation.

“Gambas! “You crazy bastard!”

“I’m going to completely destroy the bamboo basket!”

“What are you, letting outsiders in?”

“Let’s shave off the dog-like beard first!”

Dwarves holding hammers and chisels surrounded them, shouting evil sounds. It looks like he’s going to swing the tool in his hand at any moment.

The air of immediacy.

Garlond and Karen lowered themselves in response to the hostility.

Dwarves are strong.

However, at this interval, there were few combatants who could fight the three of them together, including A-rank Dule Leon. If the fight started, Machina Blacksmith would be out of business in less than 5 minutes.

“shut up! “Listen to me first!”

However, despite the situation, Dwarf Gambas, who brought Leon and his group, shouted loudly.

Even the dwarves wondered what kind of guts this crazy guy had.

When everyone’s attention was momentarily focused, Gambas pointed to Leon standing behind him and said.

“It’s a challenger! This guy mentioned Rodrik’s legend in front of me! “This is a challenge to the Machina Forge!”

“…What happened?”

“…Rodrick’s lore?”

“…That human really did that?”

Just like Gambas a moment ago, the dwarves looked at Leon with wide eyes and mouths. I don’t know what Roderick’s legacy is, but Leon, who was facing those gazes, nodded without realizing it.

Then the dwarves began to shout all at once.

“Is it real?”

“How much?!”

“That’s ridiculous!”

It was then.

A dwarf who was a bit older than the others walked out, hitting the screaming dwarves on the back of the head one at a time.

The eight-stranded beard is the symbol of the Meister.

The leader of the Machina Blacksmith appeared before them.

“Gambas.”

“yep! Meister Pedro!”

Gambas, who even used the honorific for the first time, answered with an attitude of attention.

“Explain.”

“As for how that happened…”

As a dwarf, the explanation was short and concise, so Pedro, who had read the entire story in just a few minutes, turned to Leon.

“That’s interesting.”

Unlike his expressionless face and calm voice, there was an intense fire in his eyes.

When Leon saw those eyes, he had a hunch.

All the escape holes have disappeared.

“good night. “When you mentioned that legend, you meant to say that you wanted to have a game with us like Rodrik?”

“No, it’s just one round…”

“Hoo! You’re not satisfied with just one game? That’s amazing! You look young, but you have that much guts, so my kids should learn something from you! “Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

Pedro not only blocked his escape route, but also pushed him down a bad path. He was a sly spirit, uncharacteristic of the Dwarves who are straightforward and don’t care about what’s going on.

The surrounding blacksmiths seemed to have fallen for the instigation as well, glaring at Leon and uniting with one mind.

[Tsk tsk, these bastards are still the same.]

El Cid, the person who created this mess, said next.

[Let’s borrow Leon’s body.]

‘What?! Whoever wants….’

[I promise. They say they will solve everything.]

Leon glared at the sword at his waist with disbelief, but then sighed and nodded.

It was right after that.

A cheeky smile appeared on his face, which was even covered in cold sweat.

“That’s right.”

“hmm?”

“Why does the Dwarf of Jugend have such a long tongue? “I guess you hammer with your tongue these days?”

“…Huh?”

This time, Pedro, who had forgotten what to say, opened his mouth.

“Bring as much as you want.”

Roderick, who returned to El Cid in the guise of Leon, smiled.

It was an expression that was called Jugend’s nightmare 300 years ago.

He said in a sly voice.

“If I win, you’ll bring Lombart.”

Pedro also stiffened his relaxed expression and responded.

“OK! If we win, I will use you as servants until this project is finished. “How are you feeling?”

“great.”

Leon, without thinking for even a second, tightened his grip.

As if measuring one’s grip strength or checking the feel of the prey caught in the palm of one’s hand.

I grabbed the hand that shattered the sword that was over a thousand swords.

“We’ll start as soon as we’re ready.”

With that declaration, the blacksmith shop boiled with disturbing heat.

* * *

When all work at the Machina Forge stopped, even the bellows that were constantly blowing air and the boiling furnace stopped breathing.

〈Rodrik’s Tradition〉.

It was a custom that only existed among the dwarves of the Kingdom of Jugend, based on an incident that occurred 300 years ago. Only by following the precedent of Holy King Roderick, who shattered all weapons with one swing, could he be recognized as successful.

If you pass this test, you will gain the right to demand anything from the dwarf.

“There is no need to break it all at once.”

Pedro said, expressionless again.

“If you use a godman like Rodrik as the standard, no one can pass. Damage the weapon no matter how many times you swing it. “That is the first rule that anyone who challenges ‘Rodrik’s Tradition’ must follow.”

“Can you tell me the rest of the rules?”

“The second is not to damage it in any way other than ‘use’, and the third is to use purely ‘martial arts’.”

There were only three rules for the challenger, but if you look closely, they were impossible to overcome through expedient means.

Actions other than simply swinging, such as hitting something or using auras to directly destroy it, are prohibited by the second rule, and elemental magic or magic is a violation of the third rule because it borrows external power.

‘It’s obvious that it was set up to prevent success.’

Leon, appalled by the absurd conditions, muttered, but El Cid, who heard it, laughed and said.

[Don’t be scared, it’s class time now.]

‘It’s class time?’

[I think I can do the Eye Technique and the Step Technique on my own now, so I’m going to teach them the next technique.] It

seemed like the dwarves were already ready.

Scimitar Bastard Sword Battle Hammer Halberd.

The dwarves lined up in a row, glaring at him with burning eyes while holding dozens of types of weapons in their arms.

It seemed like they somehow decided their turn among themselves.

“I, Rufino, am the first! human!”

The dwarf holding the scimitar faced him with an angry face.

“I have lived as a swordsman for 120 years! “I will challenge myself with ‘Rufus Fang,’ a scimitar that contains my soul!”

“It’s a scimitar.”

El Cid reached out and grabbed the bag.

Scimitar.

This knife was mainly used by nomads in the western continent and was famous for its beautiful and sharp crescent-shaped blade. Since leather was cut more often than metal armor, sharpness was more important than durability of the knife, and a well-made scimitar did not leave traces of blood after cutting.

It was truly an item that a dwarf could say he put his soul into.

El Cid muttered as he looked at the curved surface that slid without a single error.

[I’m not looking at it. Feel it with all five senses.] As

El Cid said that, he tapped the wide part of the scimitar once with his left index finger.

Lightly enough to make a popping sound.

Leon felt a small amount of aura, which he could tell because it was his own body, flowing into the sword and returning to his fingers in a matter of seconds.

At the same time, El Cid spoke softly.

“Is steel 70%, Hyeoncheol 20%, and the remaining 100% Mithril? I was trying to increase the auror conduction rate. I used the Eastern method of folding and pounded the knife as thin as possible. “It seems like a choice made to maximize anticipation, right?”

“…You recognized that right away?”

Rufino asked back with a face as if he had seen a ghost.

However, El Cid did not answer that question and clicked his tongue while looking at the blade of the scimitar.

“Well done. Very sharp. But…it’s too thin.”

El Cid, who took a step into the empty space and held the scimitar, struck down his sword like a thunderbolt in an instant.

Fit!

Vertical cut.

The strike, which is listed as a basic technique in all sword techniques, split the empty space in two and bent the blade like a bow.

And the scimitar goes ‘Chang!’ It broke with a sound.

The blade, which was spread too thin, could not withstand the air resistance that a sharp sword inevitably has to endure.

“If it were just 1.4mm thicker, it would have held up.”

“….”

“….”

The blacksmith shop, which was noisy like a market place, became quiet as if it had been doused with cold water by a single slash.

It was a result that no one expected.

Not only did he guess the material and proportions of the knife by tapping it once with his index finger, but he also immediately saw its weak point and broke it in one go. It was a feat that not only the creator, Rufino, nor even Pedro, the only meister-level blacksmith in this blacksmith shop, could imitate.

“her!”

Garlond, who was already a companion, was also amazed at the sight. It was probably a good thing that the scimitar was destroyed.

One vertical slash.

With a single blow that revealed the distant horizon of nothingness, Garlond rewrote his perception of the young man named Leon. An unworldly genius has once again descended upon the world.

[It is an empty law.]

Carelessly ignoring the audience’s astonishment, El Cid began to explain what he had done.

[Using the aura like blood and nerves to send it out of the body and read not only the objects it touches but also the flow of space. In order to complete air superiority in the true sense, this method can be said to be essential.]

‘Is it different from the feeling of energy?’

[It’s an ability that’s several levels higher compatible. The sense of energy cannot read inanimate objects, but ‘Gongbeop’ can penetrate into their internal structure.]

El Cid, who had just finished speaking, said.

[Unlike Gigam, is quite difficult. It will take another 10 years to figure out the material and proportions of the knife like I did.]

‘Is there a need to go that far?’

[Nothing.]

El Cid obediently acknowledged that and stretched out his hand.

The fact that he broke the sword with one blow must have been a shock because the second weapon did not come close.

When he took the mace from the dwarf who was standing with a blank expression, he belatedly realized the situation with a gasp.

“Now wait a minute!”

The dwarf, seeing the devastated Rufino, hurriedly opened his mouth, but

boom!

When he saw the mace shattered in an instant, he fell to his knees.

The mace that I dug out of the mine by hand and pounded without sleeping for a week turned into a piece of scrap metal.

A sudden sense of loss struck him.

When the owner showed up later, he planned to engrave the name ‘Katrina’ on the handle… but

Rufino cried out first, as if slapping his face when he was in tears.

“Uh-huh-huh! My lupus top!”

He sat down next to Rufino and sobbed as well.

“Ouch! Katrina! Katrinaaaaa!”

They were truly unsightly.

Karen and Garlond covered their mouths with their palms to suppress their laughter. The dwarves, whose noses were taller than the peaks of mountains and who uttered swear words and abusive language as if they were eating a meal, were crying like children?

On the contrary, the bushy beard and disgusting muscular body stimulated laughter.

“…gulp.”

However, unlike the two, all the dwarves who understood their feelings swallowed their dry saliva.

As always, it was a bet I thought I would easily win.

When I thought that I might lose my beloved work, the weapons in my arms wouldn’t fall out of my hands. However, my high pride held me back as I begged for the challenger’s mercy.

A dilemma.

El Cid stretched out his hand in front of him and grinned like a devil.

“next?”

The dwarves remembered that day.

The screams of the weapons that had been completely destroyed by Roderick.

The reason why so many seniors continued to indulge in alcoholism.