How the Villain Lives

30. Achtem?

For Sung-hoon, the most feared opponent was not a powerful warrior, a wizard who broke everything with one magic, or a thief who could not be caught by the eye. He was the most terrifying opponent I've ever experienced. Strong power, a sergey with a steel body, a myriad of magic on its own with swordsmanship, and a white wool called the best wizard. However, they know everything about their style, including why.

If so, it can be targeted.

'Defenses beyond limits? That's how much I can stab!'

"There!"

Sung-hoon, who was slashed by a red sword and appeared to hurt burning branches and leaves, tried to stab the rune blade horizontally against the edge of the eye. One speed was terribly fast, but with no faq so simple, the chieftain snorted and turned his sword, trying to kick the prick of the Holy Hun. However, that defence was nothing but a waste of time.

Because of Sung-hoon's sudden slowing down as if he were stopping, the scarlet sword just passed through the tip of the rune blade, and the prick that had accelerated faster than just now hit the chief's shoulder.

"I feel like I'm shearing a real lump of steel."

"My body, my body, is not broken!"

As soon as the sword hits, the superimposed flame explodes twice in a row, the chieftain is forced to take a step back. Of course, he quickly recovered from the shock and extended his arms toward Sung-hoon, but with a 360-degree turn to the side, he naturally smashed the chief's cheeks with a rune blade. He was a chieftain with tremendous defensive power and stamina, but miraculously, he was wasting his elongation without grasping the Holy Spirit who was taking only minimal movement in front of his nose.

'For a guy like this, fancy moves like dancing skills are counterproductive.'

It is characteristic of these people that they can show almost overwhelming dominance once they have taken it bare and fed the counter or grabbed it. I don't need to lose my strength because I move so glamorously, and I'm better likely to get caught in that movement. On the contrary, it avoids useless fancy movements and maximizes the effect by reducing and increasing the minimum movement and speed.

"Argh?!"

"I only hit it once."

"Hey, you bastard!"

"Early? Didn't you hear me?"

"Stop!"

The chief starts wielding his sword as he grinds his teeth when the first attack explodes continuously in a critical place. However, Sung-hoon did not seem to have been attacked. Into the head, the user senses the target moving in a trajectory and timing. However, a complete disregard for my experience and instincts as a warrior forced me to burst my indignation as I watched Sung-hoon.

Staging was a skill that was difficult to master. A catastrophe occurs when the speed is reduced from 0.8 times to 1.2 times or the timing increases incorrectly. You can force yourself to attack in the face of an enemy attack, or you can force yourself to attack the opposite. An ordinary person would only be able to use a staggering device when he or she is using a lethal force or under extremely limited circumstances. However, Sung-hoon has different circumstances.

Don't you mean you just have to timing it? '

Dancing skills exist, not alone, but in two. If you think of your opponent as a dancing partner and pay attention to them, it is not easy to predict movement or timing.

Especially if he's a simple ignorant guy like you! '

I thought it was similar to Sergei, but it was much easier to deal with than that. At least this one who speaks professional wrestling skills as a free material and swings his weapon by his instincts and abilities will be different in a few steps.

Meanwhile, the chief was panicking in his own way. Thanks to the tattoos of rocks engraved on his body, he was somehow holding back the attack, but the pain began to spread from the shoulder under attack.

"O power of the eagle!"

I started to feel lighter as if I had wings behind my back. The chief, who ran out in the same mood as if he were going to fly into the sky, stabbed the sword in the heart of the devil.

"My lord!"

Seeing the Holy Hung bouncing back as it was hit by the sword, the wanderer began to rush. I hated Sung-hoon, but I couldn't let him die in vain. With the idea of pulling out time somehow, I stretched out my arm and wriggled as if the shadow were alive, and suddenly began tying the chief's feet together.

"Like this!"

The shadow was torn off just by moving the leg without feeling too hard, but at least for a very short time I managed to turn it off. Borang, who was about to flee by catching the Holy Spirit bouncing into the air, however, trembled at the sight of the Holy Spirit, which was completely different from what had been expected.

My body moves by itself without thinking about it now. I twisted myself in the air and crossed my arms toward the kicker and picked it up with an X-car.

Per billion!

Seong-hoon pushed Borang down with a strong repulsion, and Borang came up with a shock from Seong-hoon. Barely landed on a fine branch, as if weight did not exist, the Wanderer said with an angry expression that suits the appearance of the devil.

"Master! No matter how much I hate to say thank you to someone who came to help!" "

"Shut up! If you have eyes, see for yourself!"

As soon as he moved his gaze along Sung-hoon's finger, the wanderer shut up. The chief, who jumped into the air to chase after Sung-hoon and Borang, floated in the air like an insect caught in a spider web. I don't know if he's on the ground. He's tied up in the air with no support. He can't give me the strength.

Immediately, he jumped into the air and began to rush toward the chief as a footstool of silver, smiling brightly with a red shining sword.

'Shoulders!'

Situations where you can't move properly.

So far, Sung-hoon has covered his shoulders with a sword. My body moved instinctively before I thought. If you are hit intensively in one place, no matter how hard the rock is, you will be forced to collapse. It is dangerous to take any further hits.

However, the knife, which had been stabbed in the shoulder, twisted so easily. Just lightly raising the wrist to the side, the goal turned to the right eye.

"Why don't you hit this with your body, too?"

"Khhhhhhhh!"

Is it because he's so badly wetted that he's worried he won't break his neck? Closer to the eye, the attack was avoided. No, I thought I avoided it. The speed of the sword accelerated faster than the speed at which the head twisted and penetrated the black eye accurately.

Qaaaaaah!

"Hmph, your body is hard, so you don't have to be so hard, do you?"

From the beginning, Chun-Hoon decided to aim for places like eyes, ears, and mouth. One punch is all the way to Faak. If you focus on one place, you will unconsciously guard it. And when the perfect chance comes, it's easy to allow a minor attack.

'Well, there are other ways to induce asphyxiation by burying it in the ground or drowning in the water. I'm glad I didn't get there.'

"Master, evade!"

"Huh?" "

In the kick that flew behind his back, Seonghun was hit in the back and rolled to the ground. Normally, I would have avoided it, but I got hit by a recollection strike in my own way because my heart was consumed.

"You, you bastard! What are you doing! You're kicking the owner?!"

"He's not dead yet!"

"… Argh."

An elder who appears in front of one another and swings his sword. I got it with the Fire Dragon Armor, but I can't gamble without getting hit. You have to stop it. Rune Blade takes too long. There's nothing that can stop that attack with minimal movement right now.

I heard a book with an ominous cover with my left hand touching the waist dance.

And there was a conflict between the Red Sword and the unnamed book.

Qaaaaaah!

In general, if you think about it, there is no way that a book can stand screening. However, the unnamed book is a legendary item. Moreover, thanks to the skill 'Book is not a Scarecrow', A.R. and DEF stats have been strengthened. The left arm of Sung-hoon, who blocked the sword in the wrong position, was at a strange angle, but the chief was also tearing his palm to the rebuke and bleeding.

"Damn, there was a real undead monster."

Not only the eyes, but one side of the face flew away, and there was an unusually large amount of bleeding, even if he died soon, but still as much as his willingness to fight. At night, Sung-hoon began to step back, holding the book with his other hand.

"Master, what are you going to do now? I don't think he's an easy opponent."

"I don't hunt animals like this at once. You have to slowly pull yourself out of the way and gradually push yourself to death. Can you penetrate the darkness?"

The field of vision is not easy enough to identify a gift that is illuminated in the middle of the night. Borang nodded and Sung-hoon said with a flame in the air.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. That's ridiculous. Don't get caught up in the web. Just follow me!"

"Die!"

The trap you set in this forest was originally set against the primitive 'village', not one person. There are still enough numbers left. After climbing the tree with a dagger inserted into the tree in advance, Sung-hoon starts to run away without even looking back.

"Phew, Phew, Phew."

I could only hear the sound of my breath coming from so far away. It is heavy like a double black cloth that was as light as a feather. Surprisingly, supporting Mirina now was a pain that was transmitted throughout her body.

This was the first thing that happened except when I first fell into this world. The primitives were strong. They were much more demanding than ordinary rankers. in that he doesn't save his life.

For a colleague, if he wants to tie his ankle, he throws himself without hesitation. He grabbed the sword that pierced him, tied his movements for a very short time, and didn't care that the upper and lower half were separated, but he balanced his ankles like a zombie.

'The number remaining is ten, but before that I fall first.'

The warriors that remained so far were that strong. Moreover, the Grand Chamberlain was accumulating continuous damage by hanging elongate assistive spells and spreading explosive and cursing skills towards the Mirina. If you close your eyes like this, you can feel comfortable. Comfort will come with a very brief pain. However, it cannot be.

"Ten more... Come on."

Monster, monster, monster!!!!!

The Grand Chamberlain stretches out his staff toward Mirina with a fitting band around his neck.

The real monster was set aside. A woman who seemed powerless to deal with a beast was enhanced by a spell and killed dozens of primitives and warriors who were joining forces in the village. It was an unbelievable scene even when I saw it with my own eyes.

Fortunately, at the same time, eight warriors fled their defenses and threw themselves against the wall of meat, sealing their movements and hitting the gap. However, I didn't feel like I was winning.

Leopard Bravery!

"Ururururururururururu!"

"Aaaaaah!"

At the same time as the pattern on his face was shining, warriors began to jump towards Mirina with a feeling of heartburst. Mirina, who was looking at him quietly, exhaled a small breath and raised her hand with a twin sword.

It was the opponent's own way of dealing with it with minimal movement. The primitives now have a heightened willingness to fight even if they blow their arms and sprinkle blood to seal their sights.

'With the greatest power! I've lost my life in a hit!'

"Differential pressure!"

Kwajik!

His arms, which were carrying weapons, escaped in vain from his body. And before I even knew it, Myri's kicker turned the jawbone into powder.