Overpowered Sword

Chapter 139

Overpowered Sword Chapter 139Level up with swords (139)

“It’s been a while, daughter of the Wolf King.”

Zahar spoke first in a fierce voice as he fumbled with Shamshir’s blade in his hand.

Is it because a duel is about to happen?

The already low-pitched voice is filled with murderousness and spreads into a growling feel. The blade that touched that voice also trembled and seemed to be looking forward to the blood that it would soon taste.

On the contrary, the other person was expressionless and even calm.

‘They are the beast people.’

When Leon saw her, he reflexively used the ‘Eye Method’.

It was the first time I had ever seen a beastman tribe.

Looking at her face alone, she was a neat and elegant beauty, but unlike a human, the animal ears sticking out of her hair proved that she was not a human but a beastman.

Both legs were covered with fluffy fur, like that of a wolf or dog, from the knees down, and a charming tail was sticking out through a round hole in the pants.

Feet also didn’t need shoes.

Her feet, with their thick leather, black fur, and thick, sharp claws, seemed stronger than the metal shoes.

“Jahar, has it been five years since you and I fought?”

The representative of the beastman tribe soon opened his mouth and asked again.

“No, about 4 years and 8 months to be exact.”

Jahar’s eyes flashed as he answered that way.

“I looked forward to fighting you again, but as luck would have it, we have not met until today.”

“Me too. “Because I couldn’t accept an ending like that that day.”

“Hehehe! “Okay, the wait will be worth it.”

The two were burning with a will to win without any need to exchange provocations, as if they still had unfinished business ahead of them.

Jahar took his eyes off her and looked away for a moment.

‘Hmm, is that an inductee from the guild?’

Coincidentally, I made eye contact with Leon, who was looking down from the watchtower.

I could tell from that momentary exchange.

Just as Leon gauged his capabilities, Jahar also saw that Leon was a strong man who did not fit his appearance.

The aura that had flowed into Shamshir without my knowledge wriggled.

‘It’s strong. It would be impossible to break even one piece.’

Jahar sent a signal with a predetermined gesture to convey his intention to remain unmoved to his subordinates.

As long as you are a member of the guild’s elite A rank, you must not break the rules. Zahar looked at them with deeply sunken eyes, saying that even if he died, he must not move.

And then I thought again.

Do you regret not being able to use fouls?

“under!”

That couldn’t have been possible.

Although he was prepared to give up his pride due to the tribe’s situation being pushed to the edge, he still wanted to compete fairly against the enemy in front of him.

In a way, that became possible thanks to that inductee.

‘I would like to express my gratitude, unknown adventurer.’

After bowing once toward the watchtower, Zahar moved to the right end of the duel arena.

The representative of the beastman tribe also moved to the left end of the duel arena.

The gap is roughly 30 meters.

If both sides were expert level, it was possible to clash within 1 to 2 seconds. Understanding that preparations for the duel were all over, the leader of the beastman tribe looked back at the watchtower and shouted.

“I am Hathi, daughter of Varg, lord of the steppes and king of the Fenrir people! “I swear before the moon and the goddess that I will fight this duel fairly for the right to pasture!”

Then Jahar also raised his voice as if he was roaring.

“I am Zahar, the blade of the Bedouin tribe and the third rank of Beyrik warrior! “I swear before the goddess Sun that I will fight this duel fairly for the right to pasture!”

Their story ended with them declaring their oath.

From now on, everyone’s eyes were focused on the watchtower as they just fought until one of the two fell.

Now it is the inductee’s turn.

Leon didn’t hesitate any longer and raised his right hand.

“–start!”

It was right after that.

Kaaaaang!

The wind tore apart with a sharp sound in the very center of the duel arena, leaving ugly knife marks on the ground.

The audience was buzzing about the unknown situation, and only those who could ‘see’ expressed admiration at the quick unity.

So did Leon.

‘Quick!’

Jahar and Hathi.

Almost simultaneously, the two emitted auras from Shamshir and their claws like blades, canceling them out at the halfway point.

In order to clash like before, only one side cannot be faster.

Since both were warriors based on pleasure, they read the slashes the other would fire and clashed. A battle between pleasure and pleasure. If so, the development is bound to be obvious yet interesting.

because.

Kakakakakakang!

Competing to see who is faster has been a pastime that has not gone away for a single generation from prehistoric times to today!

“It’s fast! “I can’t even see it!”

“You can’t even see the motion of swinging the sword…!”

“That beastman girl is amazing too! “You catch up with it with your kicks!”

“Is it wind pressure? Or did you use an auror?”

Even the audience who couldn’t see anything were talking excitedly, and those who could see a little were so focused that their eyeballs were going to pop out.

It is a duel of masters that is difficult to see even once in 10 years.

If I wasted that opportunity as a warrior, I would have nothing to say even if I had to bite my tongue and die the next day.

‘Not yet.’

And only a few people, including Leon, noticed.

‘Neither side is full power. ‘We are gradually increasing the speed on a standard track.’

In a word, the cutting wind currently blowing in the center of the duel arena is ultimately nothing more than a

Abandon elegance and just be fierce and rough. The blade, baring its teeth like a crazy wind, turned into a storm and began to pull the desert sand wind in like a part of its own body.

Build and build and build again.

A blade made of aura is superimposed on the sand wind that all those who live in the desert are in awe of. The slash itself is built like a wall of storm, crushing and tearing the opponent to pieces!

Zahar named the big sword “Khamsin.”

“Tear it apart, desert storm!”

As he swung his blade one last time, a whirlwind of slashes that seemed as if they were about to explode rushed towards Hati.

Destructive power that is enough to turn a hundred heavy infantrymen into rags.

Against him, Hati….

“Then I too will fight back with the vision of the Fenrir people.”

For the first time, he put both hands down on the ground and assumed a quadrupedal posture like an animal.