9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 310

Episode 310

Episode 105. Former grandmaster Mantu (7)

The flames wrapped around Mantu’s shin made his vision difficult. The flames were not at the level of an overlaid like the Orusode, but they raged, creating a thick wind of flame.

Yuma barely got up and focused on the storm that was enveloping her.

The trajectory of the attack was too strange and the posture was not stable, so it was unreasonable to look and avoid it.

Push Sisit…! There was an intense roar of something burning as flames and storms intertwined.

Yuma managed to keep up with his body as he was being pushed away, and headbutted Mantu.

It was obviously a distance that had no choice but to be hit. But again, Mantoo moved in an incomprehensible trajectory and hit Yuma’s chest with his elbow.

“Cheuk! shit!”

A sour substance came up from his throat. As I opened my mouth to spit it out, the hot stuffy air clogged my throat.

Yuma gasped for breath as he barely escaped the flames.

It was an illusion to have escaped. I only blinked once, but in the meantime, Mantu, who had disappeared, was slamming the top of my foot from the side.

got beaten in the thigh Even though the storm was wrapped around the nightmare, a sharp pain arose as if the bone had been hit directly.

I was used to enduring pain. Originally, he was strong against pain, but his mind was tempered by being tortured and killed thousands of times by Rakir in the underworld.

However, Mantu’s blow was accompanied by a strange pain that he had never experienced before, which was difficult to explain.

Every time you allow an attack, it feels like a lump of metal is hanging in place. It wasn’t just a matter of pain.

As much as the body becomes heavy due to the shock, the movement becomes dull.

Already, Yuma began to feel a sense of difference in her thighs and shoulders, as if it were not her body.

‘It’s hard to follow his movements, but his feet are too slow.’

In addition, the storm that surrounded his body was about to be released so that he could be hit.

For Yuma, the storm was nothing short of a special move that would surely kill the opponent.

However, they are being helpless. Yuma felt like peeking into a new horizon of military force.

Mantu’s skill was admirable even when his pride was hurt.

It was Hayes Rollmandy who first provided Yuma with this experience.

At that time, Hayes had been attacking from an unpredictable and unprepared angle in the fog.

Yuma was the one who managed to parry Haze’s ghostly attacks several times at will.

However, Mantu’s movement was impossible.

Mantu was relaxed like a cat dealing with a rat in a dock.

It’s like playing with a toy that can be killed at any time.

“I’m blue.”

That expression of melancholy!

Seeing that, Yuma’s annoyance soared to the point that he even felt unfair.

Fire! This time it was the government.

It wasn’t a bizarre trajectory like before, but an attack that came from the front. It seemed to try to stop it if possible.

Yuma, who was full of mischief, threw out his fist in the same way. When the two fists collided, a semi-circular shockwave was created, and the sand around them collapsed.

In terms of strength, Yuma was not pushed too far. Rather, there were parts that were overwhelmed by the storm.

Flames erupted from Mantu’s fists, but all were sucked into the storm.

If you’re depressed twice, I’ll catch you.”

For a while, the two battled their fists against each other. The aura leaking from their bodies exploded like a cannonball, creating a small pillar of sand.

“You mean your master really uses it with more than twice the power…?”

“Yes, Mantu.”

“Call me a lie.”

“Even that senile nobleman can stretch this out for more than an hour. Unlike me.”

Small cracks were forming in the storm that surrounded Yuma’s body.

Originally, the storm itself distorted the space around it, but the irregular cracks were due to Yuma’s lack of control.

Mantu gulped.

He even had the illusion that the gigantic figure of a junior soldier named Duran Jacques, whom he had never seen before, was standing tall behind Yuma.

Mantu had never pictured himself being defeated in a fight with another since he was born.

But not now.

‘If I fight him, I will surely lose. Without inflicting a single fatal wound.’

And after a few years, even if you fight this kid right in front of you…

Thinking that far, Mantu really wanted to cry.

I felt infinite regret for dying a near-suicidal death hundreds of years ago, thinking there was nothing more I could achieve.

At this moment, when he was revived from a terminal illness, Mantu felt a stronger desire than when he was alive.

desire to live. The desire to step into a realm that he could not reach while alive.

But now there are 9 days left.

Mantu smiled bitterly and pushed his left hand into the place where the two main fish were facing each other and rotated it.

Yuma lost his center of gravity as he felt the tense flow of power suddenly become entangled.

Mantu looked down at Yuma, who showed an opening, without further attacking.

“When you return, tell your master.”

“what?”

“Before Yuma could reply that Mantu of the Flame showed respect, Mantu turned around and sat down on the floor again.

The fire that remained in all directions gathered on the palm of Mantu, who was draped over the Danjeon. It was as if the flame spirit was moving.

“i get it.”

The storm began to lift rapidly.

The distorted space nearby regained its shape, and Yuma lay on his back as if dying.

Sweat poured down like rain. The rough sand clung to the damp nape of her neck, and Yuma gasped for breath like someone who was about to die.

“A grandmaster is a grandmaster. I never thought I would be able to fight back properly.”

It would have been a little different if Aryeola had been used.

However, assuming that Mantu was not injured by Randel, it was the same.

“How did Sir Randall cut your shoulder? Is it a fluke? No, your strength is not at a level that something like luck can squeeze through.”

After confronting him directly, it was Yuma who couldn’t understand why Randel tore Mantu’s shoulder.

Without Amulla, Yuma wouldn’t have the confidence to cut Mantu’s shoulder.

“I left it to pillow. If he didn’t, he was looking at him as if something as a warrior would break. It’s okay if your junior’s body gets hurt, but it’s not good if your mind gets hurt. He didn’t seem like a bad guy.”

“Oh monkey. Did you have a surprisingly large personality? It’s a secret you must take to the grave. If Sir Randell finds out, he will bite his tongue and die.”

“Call me monkey one more time. I’ll take all your ribs out and put them in front of you, like training.”

“I’ve never heard of such an ignorant threat.”

When he lifted his body and took off his armor, there were bruises all over his body.

Even with Nightmare and the storm blocking it, it was this much. Needless to say, it was death if he was naked.

Yuma realized the importance of equipment once again and asked for a pipe.

And I started to replay in my head the fight against Mantu just now.

A strange, incomprehensible movement and a blow that made lumps of metal stick together.

‘That was a move that even Master could not do. No soldier I know can do that.’

However, the battle in front of his eyes made the impossible possible.

Even Yuma was able to move Mantu’s initial speed during the fight. It wasn’t difficult to use the swift.

The problem was the trajectory and flow of movement.

After spitting out smoke dozens of times, Yuma came to a conclusion.

Throwing away the point of view that Mantu had ‘moved’ and thinking about it, it seemed that the bizarre techniques he showed were not necessarily in the realm of the impossible.

“You didn’t move.”

“what?”

“It was what kept me from moving. No, should I say I tied my distance?”

“Oh, was that the story? Damn it.”

“Why suddenly damn?”

“Duran Zac has a lot of corridors. You mean you figured it out in a single attack?”

“Is there any reason not to?”

Mantu laughed at the absurdity.

“I mean, you are the first. None of the strong men of my time figured out the secret after fighting me.”

“Don’t be too heartbroken. I’m quite the first one to do it.”

Mantu’s movement was a kind of trick.

After making the opponent mistakenly think, ‘I am moving with a complete understanding of my distance’, I put it completely under my own attack range.

However, just because it was a trick didn’t mean it was easy or shallow.

In the first place, it was only possible to grasp the opponent’s attack distance and unconscious habits at a glance.

This made Yuma even more goosebumps.

So far, the two had only had two brief battles, but Mantu understood Yuma’s swordsmanship just as well as Yuma.

“I feel like I’ve been stripped naked and abandoned on the market street. I am also the first person like you. You brush off my swordsmanship so easily?”

“There is one practice that is not excessive no matter how many times you emphasize it. body dominion.

Just because you have high concentration and are good at meditating doesn’t mean you’ve already acquired it. Then Mantu began to explain it.

“Different from using weapons, taijutsu only uses one’s own body. That’s how sensitive and free it is to the domination of the body. This is why I chose taijutsu, even though I had a natural talent for swords, spears, and even axes.

“Sounds like you can’t reach that level with a weapon.”

“It’s not like that. Give me the sword. That famous Selukaze sword with your master’s name engraved on it.”

While fighting, Mantu had time to look at the writings engraved on Ascalon.

Taking the sword, Mantu stood up and began to practice swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship was smooth but hard, soft but sharp.

It seemed like he would believe it if he had reached the grand master with swordsmanship rather than chess.

“If you control your body, anything you can get your hands on will become. No matter what weapon I use, I can exert power comparable to my taijutsu.”

Afterwards, Mantu taught Yuma various theories for several hours.

It didn’t feel like a theory class, but it was an atmosphere where two close friends were discussing various martial arts.

Yuma snorted and refuted, and Mantu raised his voice.

“Hey Mantu. By the way, didn’t you say today is a taijutsu match?”

There was a subtle familiarity in Yuma’s tone when he said that.