Overpowered Sword

Overpowered Sword Chapter 271

Level up with swords (271)

‘The difference in Pia’s capabilities is absolute.’

As soon as Leon took one step closer, he realized that more than half of his options had disappeared.

The battle between warriors beyond a certain level is ultimately a battle of numbers.

A single mistake can add up to hundreds of sums and turn into a fatal gap, and the paving stones laid without the enemy’s knowledge soon become the foundation for a reversal. Reading the future and competing could be said to be the essence of martial arts.

How far and how accurately you can see determines the outcome, where the odds are unclear.

Therefore, Leon was able to find out right away.

‘If Sisyphus is sincere, he will die within 30 moves…’

As soon as I assume a life-and-death struggle and predict the number of moves, the chilling image of death sends a shiver down the back of my neck.

30 sum is also said to be the maximum.

The gap was such that it wouldn’t be surprising if they were killed in one go.

Keying.

The line of the slash extends sharply, but is then blocked.

Index finger.

Sisyphus held up an upright finger and blocked the blade. During the process, there was not even a recoil, let alone a collision sound. Even Leon, who was swinging his sword, realized this only after seeing it.

It wasn’t blocked or leaked.

Literally neutralization.

‘What is this strange defense?!’

Although Leon was astonished by the inexplicable phenomenon, he returned his sword and attempted four consecutive strikes.

If it doesn’t work once, try multiple times.

It was a standard method.

The midline, where the vital points of the human body are listed, is crossed in succession from four directions. By the time the rotation started from the ankle and reached the waist, Leon had already completed four cuts.

“…uh?”

I don’t feel anything.

Although the area where Sisyphus was standing was cut into pieces four times, there was no feeling of anything being cut by the sword.

Sisyphus, seen with the ‘Stigmata of the Watcher’, seemed to have stopped still and surrendered himself to the holy sword, but unlike what was seen with the eyes, there was not a single scratch on his body.

and.

Whoops!

Leon, who barely managed to block the finger poking his forehead, was pushed backwards, creating two furrows in the ground.

It’s an absurd power.

Leon shook his head left and right a few times to shake off the cold sweat and looked up and down Sisyphus’ whole body again. It was because I couldn’t even tell whether it was a martial art or not because the sword couldn’t reach because of what kind of trick they were doing.

[It’s a martial art.]

‘What?’

[This is the ultimate goal of Jujutsu. Avoiding or shedding is nothing more than a training process to reach that state.]

El Cid said.

[Jitsu is ultimately a technique that deals with softness. Strength, speed, sharpness, heaviness. The point of jujitsu is to embrace all kinds of power and interference and reduce the results to nothingness.]

‘Reducing it to nothingness, just like before?’

[Yes, I guess the sword passed through ‘Tuhwa(透化)’. To reach that guy’s body, you have no choice but to break through that realm with your laws.]

Any force or interference can be nullified.

Perhaps because of that, the level of 〈Tuhwa〉 gave a clear defensive impression, but Leon was never mistaken.

Even at the level of an Aura Master, one can skillfully switch between attack and defense regardless of the characteristics of the martial art learned. Even if you learned a martial art that was heavily focused on attack and defense, the boundaries tended to become blurry once you went beyond a certain level.

What if you are a grandmaster?

There was no way that transcendental people who had entered Manryu Gwijong (萬流歸宗) could not use their abilities freely.

El Cid immediately agreed to that guess.

[It’s whatever you think, disciple. The state of 〈Tuhwa〉 is all about attack and defense. When used in an attack, it becomes a spear that neutralizes the opponent’s defense and evasion and pierces vital points with a single blow.]

Grandmasters are not called transcendents for nothing.

A state where contradictions become reality.

Those who could coexist with the shield that could never be pierced and the spear that could never pierce were the grandmasters.

[Forget everything about how to use Aurors and decisive battles.]

El Cid quietly advised.

[If you want to challenge 〈Tuhwa〉 with your skills, you have no choice but to cut away the image in the realm of pure nothingness.]

‘Cut down the image…?’

[Fight with sword power. Raise your mind to the limit to establish the four realms and cancel out Sisyphus’s ‘Tuhwa’. It seems like I’m asking a guy who doesn’t even know how to run to fly, but I can’t help it.]

The realm of the transcendent exists beyond the sky.

Even if you climb a mountain, you only stop at the peak.

To climb to the sky, you have to make wings that you don’t have and spread them.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try.”

Even though he fully understood how unreasonable instructions El Cid said were, Leon immediately dispersed the aurors.

The power that seemed to be able to lift a mountain and the speed that could even overcome sound are disappearing. All the strength that had made him strong was gone, and only the young man holding the sword remained.

Why?

At a moment when he felt more helpless than ever, Leon felt a sense of déjà vu.

It felt like I had returned to a long time ago.

‘Oh, I see.’

He was from a time when he couldn’t even use Auror properly, let alone his Auror Blade. At the academy, he only held on to a wooden sword and trained countless basic skills, but he couldn’t even imagine the future.

Now, Leon has returned to his starting point.

Without an ounce of aura, only a distorted hand made of rock-hard calluses holds the sword hilt in place.

“…ha ha ha.”

A lot has happened so far.

I defeated monsters and their followers who were trying to devour a city, spoke with a giant king I had only seen in storybooks in the Titan Mountains, confronted an ancient king buried in the past, and defeated a demigod who descended from the Clyde Empire.

however.

still.

There was only one sword in his hand from beginning to end.

Kiiiiing.

The holy sword cried loudly in Leon’s grasp, without a single piece of auror remaining.

Sword name (劍鳴).

A cry that only a sword that resonates perfectly with its owner can make.

At some point, Leon fell into a trance, and in his ears, the sound was like an echo coming from a very distant place, pushing his back so that he could enter the depths of his consciousness.

Sisyphus’ eyes widened at his change.

“Χμμμμ?”

Then he stretched out his hand.

The trajectory of the hand, which does not go against even the slightest fluctuations in the air, is unpredictable. Reaching the peak of power is the same as saying that no one can read the flow of power.

The moment when Sisyphus’ outstretched hand was about to touch Leon.

Keying.

A sharp sound rang out.

Sisyphus, who withdrew his hand by an inch, saw the wind sharply split in front of his fingertips.

I could neutralize it with , but I reflexively bit my hand.

It was sharp enough to stimulate his worn-out instincts.

“χα χαχαχα!”

A deeper smile appeared on the lips of Sisyphus, whose sense of playfulness had completely disappeared. What tormented him for eternity in Tartarus was not physical pain but boredom.

Even the pain of being crushed alive is so boring that it makes you yawn.

Anyone can help us forget that even for a moment.

I could just give up this life!

“πολεμιστής! Έλα!”

With both arms spread horizontally, Sisyphus placed his body into Leon’s sword fist.

It’s an attitude that makes you completely defenseless.

Nevertheless, Leon narrowed his eyes as he took a step back.

〈Tuhwa〉 The miracle created by the Grand Master’s martial arts is destroying my domain. If you couldn’t cut even if you swung a sword, swinging it itself was meaningless. If you narrow the area of the sword and increase its density, compressing it as thin as a single strand of hair –

keying.

Sisyphus, who had been playing with his feet without hesitation, stopped for a moment.

This is because the sword play came to a precarious halt in front of the uvula.

If he had dug in just one inch more, he would have pierced the trachea, but he couldn’t, so the sword couldn’t advance. Even though Leon desperately tried to concentrate his fire, Sisyphus’s was many times thicker and stronger.

[If you can’t break through right away, wait for the next time. In order to pierce his with your sword fist, you have to explode all your potential. Insert your sword into that gap for a split second.]

That voice was transmitted even in the realm of selflessness.

Without realizing it, Leon nodded once and took a step back with the holy sword. My forearm muscles were torn as I was swinging the sword with unreasonable movements without an Aura, and bruises due to congestion appeared on various parts of my skin, but I didn’t even show it.

It was a feeling that was too familiar.

It was a pain I had experienced every single day for three years, even before I held the hilt of El Cid’s sword on the mountain behind the academy.

‘If it’s like this.’

You can continue as much as you want.

Aura Master is a state where body and mind are unified.

Even if my flesh and muscles are torn and my bones are crushed. If your mind is strong, you can move somehow.

[Yes, deepen your stride.]

El Cid’s advice tells you the path to take.

Leon corrected his mistakes word by word and swung his sword better than before.

The depths of trance.

A realm where it is possible to immediately accept all teachings, regardless of one’s natural qualities or character. If you reach it once in your life, you can say that you have used up all your luck.

but.

“

Sisyphus’ body is still intact.

He takes a step closer and swings his fist once. A prank without any sense of murderous intent or hostility. With that alone, Leon was thrown back violently and had to vomit blood from the shock that shook his internal organs.

My knees buckle.

The strength of my grip loosens.

If you fall flat on the ground, you no longer have the strength to stand up. Leon knew that well, so he held on desperately. If you manage to correct it and raise your sword, it starts once again.

A living hell is the price you pay for delivering a meaningless blow.

Keying.

But Leon opened his eyes wide and swung his sword.

Unity of body and sword.

There is nothing unnatural about the flow, as if it were a sword from wrist to elbow from elbow to shoulder. The flowing lines were beautiful and seemed like they could break even steel.

“χα Είναι ακόμα πολύ μακριά!”

Even a sword so refined cannot reach Sisyphus.

The blade, still stopped an inch in front of me, trembles and bounces off like a pebble in the counterattack that comes right after.

A body that is not protected by aurors has lost all of its impregnable defense. The bones were shaking, the skin was peeling off, and bright red blood was flowing out.

and.

“Squeezer … It’s extremely ….”

The sword is inserted into the ground like a cane and a sword is supported again.

[This time my legs were half a beat behind. Recoordinate the movements of your upper and lower body. The will should not reach out first, nor should the body go first. Make it into a perfect lump.]

“That’s right.”

I don’t even have the strength to spit out the blood, so I just nod my head once and agree with the voice.

Once again and again.

Until my battered body stops moving.

Leon challenged Sisyphus without resting even for a moment.

The challenge is more like struggling than struggling, like hitting a rock with an egg until it breaks.

“πολεμιστής.”

The kind voice of Sisyphus, whose face was much more lively than when we first met him.

“Πήγαινε για ύπνο.”

It was cut off with a single fist fired almost at the same time.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The amount of impact that passed through Leon’s body exploded like a sonic boom.

If that power had not escaped, Leon would have exploded like a leather bag filled with water, leaving no trace.

I used just enough force to cause me to lose consciousness.

Just by looking at his exquisite power control, Sisyphus’ level was obvious.

[It seems like you like my student too.]

Sisyphus’s eyes turned to the holy sword.

Transcendant.

Among them, since it was a being of a different class, I recognized the existence of a monster lurking within the sword.

[It’s okay, Sisyphus, if you just play like you are now, but…]

Saint King Roderick warned him while glaring at his face.

[Don’t cross the line, I’ll kill you.]