How the Villain Lives

45. Bifurcated

It was not light-hearted enough to be angry or lose his peace of mind to concede the offensive. Rather, I did not intend to miss the opportunity to roll into the school. If I have a chance, I only save it with all my might. The internal air, split into two trunks, began to cling to the red and blue swords and the muscles of the whole body were preparing to move at any time as instructed.

What I feel is a huge force that can tear apart the bedrock as well, and a breaking inner air. It is foolish to swing it with it as it is. Anyone can do that. What is needed is careful control. You don't need huge power to deal with people. Use the minimum amount of power to achieve the best efficiency.

Phew!

The moment the sword was pulled out of the bayonet, it was violent. If you wield a sword normally, it will be a horizontal cut or a comb cut from below to the side depending on the position of the sword and the position of the hand. However, the black light in Miri began to bend incredibly strangely while looking directly at it.

The red-black that had been drawn first wanted to go up, but he turned around and was descending from top to bottom. I was forced to panic by everyone who was watching the screening, even at speed, but who could not get out of that position. Except for a thousand.

Kaaaaaaah!

The Old Longsword was blocking Miri's sword. Even if I didn't grow up, the defense was as close as a sword wound to my thighs. Miri was not embarrassed even though his attack was blocked. The blue sword, drawn with a slight time difference, was swinging through the shortest distance through the empty chest paw as it stood. However, even the attack was blocked.

I twisted the longsword and blocked it with the handle.

"Awesome!"

It's only two swings, but the open air has vomited its resilience. Using the inner air to speed up and change direction, it was also the second screening that was so closely swung that it made little difference. But it wasn't because of that that that the thousands were surprised.

'Once....'

Khh!

After a while of sobriety, I wanted to step back a little bit, but I swung forward again and priced thousands of swords. It wasn't even a screening that was swinging at the distance of a finger, but the body of a thousand men was forced to bend like a ferry caught in the wind.

"A village with swords at that age!"

"You think you can afford to talk?"

"We're not really fighting each other, but shouldn't we spare some time?"

"……"

In a thousand words, Miri closes his mouth and starts swinging the twin swords. Since Sung-hoon warned me, I didn't intend to kill him or see any blood. But at least I wanted to make you miss the sword.

'Prick your hands and back.'

'This kid. I have no intention of dealing with you properly.'

I hid it exquisitely, but I looked closely into the eyes of thousands. Of course, I didn't mean to be offended. It was only challenging, but in the meantime, I was forced to get tired of the face of Sung-hoon and the clarity of seeing him share the highest level of screening several times.

'I can't believe there was someone like that who could share a sword with Master!'

Even though he was not as good as his toes, he always knew the clarity that he saw behind him was whether he was sincere or not. I was smiling, but I felt desperate that it was more serious now than ever. I've never seen anyone like this before. I never thought I'd be this serious with a thousand first-time opponents who say it's best to beat even the royal family that they're raising as their first disciples!

It wasn't just clarity that surprised me.

'It's the difference between a sincere myriad and one who doesn't!'

When fighting against yourself, you always hold the sword based on your willingness to be taught a lesson. And because of the overlap of ridiculous tricks and coincidences, Miri never rushes to the bottom even though she sees a critical gap. The battle between Sung-hoon and Myri can be maintained in close proximity thanks to the great vigilance and over-estimation that grows and surprises the heart pot lid and surprises more than necessary.

Despite Mirina's consideration, Sung-hoon always seemed to walk through the ice plate when dealing with Mirina. However, I was thinking that I had grown somewhat recently, and seeing Mirina who was not considerate at all, I wanted to resent myself for thinking like that.

"A monster!"

I barely suppressed the words that were about to pop out of my mouth. What if you were confident in thousands of positions right now?

The first and second screenings would have somehow prevented it. If you use Accident Acceleration to increase Vaporization and Agility to the maximum, it is possible to get such a ridiculous attack in close proximity. At the same time, the second screening could be stopped by holding the book in hand, assuming that it was being prepared in advance. The problem is the third attack.

'I don't know what a village is, but when I get hit by a skill like that, my balance is definitely broken. Seriously, if Mirina's the opponent, I'll have to do it three times.'

Of course, this is just an extreme assumption everywhere. To put it that way, Sung-hoon can beat Myrina well enough. Assuming, of course, that we prepare numerous traps and poisons, mobilize the power, and ambush powerful men like Eli and his crew. Until then, Sung-hoon thought that the question that came up late had to be resolved cheaply in a different sense.

'Then what is that monster that is fighting like Mirina now?!'

Kaga River!

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Both Mirina and Thousand stopped moving in a situation that left only one chance. Mirina turned from her first irritating expression into a serious expression, and thousands turned from a gloomy expression into an endless expression of joy. Miri, who turned her wrist a few times with a blue sword and a red sword, murmured heavily as she looked at the sky.

"You're so honest."

I'm not teasing. It means literally. Thousands did not have to use vinegar or herbs. When I first wielded my sword, I only wielded it to that place no matter what. It's just a normal slash, a slash, a comb, a stab. However, in front of the ordinary sword, all the spectacular and puncturing swords in Miri were clogged. It's not fast, it's not puncturing. But when he regained consciousness, he was pushing himself towards the plain black man.

"I can't believe I even experienced it myself. Airborne always works in the right harmony and in an incredibly bold and intimidating way without breaking the balance. I thought you were dealing with an old man who went through a whole prenatal period."

It was not all sorts of miracles that Jeon admired Mirina. Of course, it is great to change orbit using sword-expanded countryside, interior air, and many other types of resourcefulness. But what is even more surprising is that Mirina has never mastered swordsmanship with a watermelon licker. It was spectacular in appearance, but there was a huge foundation firmly established in it.

"That's great. You don't have to build a sword like that for a decade. But since I saw it myself, I can't believe it. Then you get it in a hundred years, unless genius sells out for decades."

"I was surprised, too. You're the second strongest person I've ever seen."

"… the second?"

It's not a common sewer, it's Mirina who surprised herself like this. Then clearly there is one more opponent who felt better than himself.

"Who the hell is that? His name is..."

"We still have one left."

Khh!

Miri, who struck the twin sword lightly, began to jump forward without saying a word. The goal was breast.Originally, I didn't intend to show more strength than necessary. But when Mirina heard what she had to say, her blood stopped boiling.

'Can I even look at this and evaluate it as the second time?'

Myrina and Thousand New Men Crossed. And Seong Hoon was forced to mutter with his hands up on the mask without even knowing it.

"Oh, my God."

Jean Grande!

The red sword in Miri's left hand was humbling. Unbelievable, but unbelievable scenes that happened before my eyes.

"Boom!"

The back of Miri's hand, which was holding a red sword, fluttered. I wouldn't miss a sword no matter what. However, he was forced to put down his sword irrespective of his willingness because he injected an internal air. Against Mirina, looking down at the red sword that fell on the floor, Thousand said, turning back the sword.

"Am I the second time?"

I was so excited that I waved my sword sincerely. Though it was a childlike act, I was confident that this would make me the first person to admit myself to being a Mirina. However, thousands of ideas were forced to collapse in an instant.

"Second."

"What?!"

For the first time, thousands of faces hardened. Mireille, looking at thousands of faces, raised her tail slightly to see if the shock had just gone away.

"Obviously, the last one was a massive attack that I knew I had to take. And yet you're still the second strongest prosecutor I've ever seen."

"... can you tell me why?"

"I was attacked, but I just predicted that this attack would fly. Next time I do the same attack, I'll be able to stop it."

"I bet you are. You're not mature enough to get hit twice in the same way."

"But he's different. So far, I've lost a few, maybe a dozen against him. And when I lost, and when I fought like that, I never used the same number, and I didn't see the floor, and every time I saw it, I learned something new. On the contrary, you.."

Pearl!

After moving his gaze along Miri's fingers, he kept his mouth shut. He was falling to the ground with his sleeves slightly cut off. I tried to concentrate on dropping the sword, but I was forced to say that this was undoubtedly cleaned up.

"Look. Can't I stab you like this?"

"Who the hell is that guy?"

"Aren't you right in front of your eyes?"

In a word in Miri, the gaze of openness and clarity began to naturally concentrate on the one remaining. A man who looks ridiculous in a very neat pose, wearing a mask on a suit, and wearing a cape. But at this moment, no one could laugh at him.

"My master is a ghost."

"... Ghost, you."

"……."

Clearness was staring at Sung-hoon with her eyes open, and Thousands of people were just shutting their mouths without saying anything.

"What, what is this? What's going on here? '

When something flashy and strange came and suddenly fell to himself, Sung-hoon couldn't even imagine what to do in this place. Even the head that invented the devilish plan did not roll at all at this moment.

Thousands of people staring at me like I was about to pierce a mask, turning around and saying, without saying a word.

"A situation that has already been compelled enough. Getting out of here again to fight you can't be done unless you put an iron plate on your face. Please step back from this position."

"Oh, stir it, it's..."

"But the next time I see him, I'll check with my own eyes that he's far superior to me. And Miss Mirina, don't think that's all I'm showing you right now. I still have a lot to hide."

"That's what I want to tell you. If I had swinged my decision to kill from the start, I wouldn't have had this ridiculous outcome."

"Oh, I'm scared. Huhuhuhuhu. Then I'll fight it right next time."

After listening to Miri's threatening words, thousands of people returned to their faces and began to return to the castle as it was. Miri, who was touching the red light of her hand, recovered the sword from the ground using air filtration and immediately watered her face red.

And he immediately bowed his head toward Sung-hoon and said with the utmost sincerity that he could.

"Sin, sorry! I was so confident, I never thought I'd show you how vicious this is!"

After alternately looking at Myrina, who is never going to move until she forgives you, and the thousands that have already disappeared that far, Sung-hoon began to organize the information gradually to the maximum extent he could.

'The one called Yeoucheon is strong enough to resemble Mirina. I have both hidden things, but once I judge by what I see, Mirina is at a disadvantage. That means someone who thinks he's strong enough to outsmart me will face me in the next battle, right? Are you serious about that without being careless?'

"…."

"Sin, sorry!"

Looking at Myrina, who was shrinking even further, Sung-hoon wanted to faint.

"Gather the disciples as soon as you return. As soon as I go, I'll see my own swordsmanship and teach it."

"Really?!"

Clearness asked to make sure that thousands of words were true as if they were unbelievable. Usually, he said it was a pearl necklace on a pig's neck and was extremely reluctant to teach it. I had never even thought about the fact that thousands of people who only teach, as they sometimes do, to the royal family called the First Chiefs, go on like this in their dreams.

"Shall I say this in a prank? Tell everyone to die. If you can't follow me, I'll kick your ass."

"Yes, sir!"

Even in a panic, thousands of people were forced to walk with cold expressions looking at the smiling clarity of their instincts.

'A gift from heaven, no, a gift from the devil.'

Strength acquired through decades of struggle by the so-called genius based on the teachings of the unknown who have been passed on for thousands of years. Strong enough to keep up with it with only a few short years of training. It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman. That is enough to surprise the novice, who is convinced that Mirina is much stronger than herself.

It should not be prepared in the middle of the day. The bread you eat in a hurry is the way you eat it. However, even now, he is forced to open his throat and push the bread backwards. Otherwise, I could have lost this war. Thousands grasp the marginally trembling body and lift their tails.

"... I look forward to it."