How the Villain Lives

46. Leap

'This is a little dangerous.'

A cross aimed at the neck and head at the same time.

In the strangely slow time, Sung-hoon fell to his senses, staring at Mirina's swinging sword. Since AGI is already going over 1000 towards 1500, it is possible to double the body time by concentrating on consciousness at the moment. Even in the presence of Miri's sword, Sung-hoon, who obtained some free time, began to calculate what he could do now.

'No magic. Kit is present four steps from the current location. You better move your body and avoid it for now. If so….'

Considering the usual style in Miri, the current position of the arms, and the posture, it was best to avoid sideways now. not only the first attack, but also the second descent that immediately followed, avoiding it at once. Thanks to the arrival of the time to sigh for the first time during the dense battle, Seong Hoon flew his torso slightly downward and sideways.

It was just that.

The location that seemed the safest and most efficient. I realized something was wrong with Sung-hoon, who blew his body aside in a rush. The world flipped 180 degrees. The sky should be above, and the earth below; but the scene that he saw now was below, and the earth beneath.

What is it?

Something was wrong.

It was not only heaven and earth that changed. The surrounding landscapes swiftly pass by, as if they were in place. I was dizzying my vision as my upper and lower left and right rotated like crazy. If your body is spinning like a ball, all you have to do is blow your body aside. Suddenly, it's impossible for the world to look so dizzy.

Once, I took a firm step towards the ground to regain my balance somehow.

I couldn't feel my legs.

I couldn't feel my arm.

I couldn't feel my hands and feet.

To be precise, I felt nothing under my neck. And in the flowing landscape, Sung-hoon could see something. A man wearing a black suit and holding a long clean sword firmly. Books on the waist and cloaks on the back. It was unfamiliar but somehow ripe in the eyes. And then the world turned once again and saw him and realized what it was.

'Me.'

That's his body.

But how can you look at your body so far away? Usually, the head that was going back was just as heavy as a cotton wool soaked in water. The accident did not lead properly. And as soon as the world finally stopped spinning, Sung-hoon realized what his situation was.

'You cut your throat.'

It was natural to see the body. It was because my neck was falling and I was rolling my way. There was no anger, embarrassment, or sadness even though I realized that I had died neatly. I just boldly accepted that he was dead.

But there was only one question. Obviously, even though he blew himself out of orbit, he wondered how his throat was cut. Like I said, my lips were sweet, but I didn't hear anything. Blurring vision. Remote sensation.

That's how Sung-hoon died.

'… Argh!'

I could not understand what had happened in a moment. He must have died of a throat cut. But now he's holding the sword. I definitely feel the touch of my hands and feet. After thinking about what was going on for a while, I realized that I was returning to the situation before I avoided the screening in Myri earlier.

'Fantasy?! A fantasy? A fantasy created simply by my fear? But it seems so..'

That just happened to be really 'realistic'. I couldn't understand the process at all, but I could instinctively realize that if I pulled myself aside to avoid that sword, the illusion that I had just seen would come true.

Instinct warns that the correct answer is incorrect by calculating as much as possible. Sung-hoon's combat style is accomplished with thorough rational control of the body. But now he believes in reason and moves and dies. So what do we do? Do you want to go back? If so, fall and touch without correcting the pose.

I didn't have time to think long. The Black within Miri was already approaching the danger zone. Reason and intuition. And at the last moment, Sung-hoon made a decision and blew himself up.

Constrains the movement within the Miri with a thousand horsepower and speeds up rapidly to blow the body forward. This was a clear suicide. No matter how fast Sung-hoon moves, it can't be faster than a sword swinging in front of his nose. The sword will be beheaded before it can be dug into your arms. Seong-hoon hardened his expression as he felt a strong rise near his neck.

'Now, did you make the wrong choice?'

For the first time in so many battles, I chose intuition rather than reason. I saw a fantasy of my neck being cut off. But it didn't change much because it moved according to intuition. If things change, is it the difference between dying in the face or dying in the face? A miracle happened to Sung-hoon, who was so desperate.

Khh!

Firstly, I caught up with the red sword that was swinging towards my neck, and the blue sword that was swinging late hit me. It was the result of the use of internal public services that were not lacking, even though they called it brilliant craftsmanship and art. After looking at the trajectory of the moving sword, Seonghun felt a creep all over the body.

Yummy!

As the Blue Sword strikes the tip of the Red Sword, its trajectory tilts obliquely as it accelerates. The black paper that was aiming for the neck really touched the chest and slashed the side in vain and slashed the other side of the blue-sword that hit the tip of the red sword. In other words, it seemed long, but all of this happened in the blink of an eye. The moment I felt a cold breeze coming from my chest as my shirt was cut, I realized that Sung-hoon was in danger of dying.

And it moved naturally, as if it were haunted by a ghost. Tilt the rune blade to hit the cheek in the mirror with a sword. Mirina avoided even that by leaning her neck back slightly. However, the attacks that followed were inevitable.

"Hey!"

He walked on the ankle in the mirror with his toes and collapsed the pose as it was. I missed the retrospective strike, but when I stepped into an unstable position, I couldn't stand it.

'Hey, this way!'

I was trying to fix the posture somehow, but Sung-hoon was already starting the next move. So far, Sung-hoon has only used dancing 'applied' movements at any moment. Each distinctive dance was brilliantly melted together using a catalyst called a self-paced dance.

However, I did not intend to apply the dance itself to combat as it is.

Absolutely. Who will fight using the dance itself in a battlefield where the terror is imminent? However, at this moment, Sung-hoon moved according to the dance itself, not the movement that applied the dance.

"Seong-hoon?!"

Extending his arms to the side of the mirror that fell back, he secured himself with his back intact. Of course, Miri was unable to move. How does Sung-hoon move when he has his palms on his back and supports himself? Moreover, the sword cannot be swung because it has been dug to such a close distance that its face can be directly touched.

Even if it was Sung-hoon, Miri, who had barely opened his eyes and did not know how to allow him to reach the front of his nose, moved toward the back of Sung-hoon with his sword in reverse. If you don't like beige, you'll have to move one way or another. And this time, he moved his body instinctively without thinking about Sung-hoon.

As if I were about to fall, I lifted Myrina up and digged further into my arms. The arms were then moved to hold and secure both wrists in the mirror firmly. In order to somehow get out of this situation where the upper half was fixed, Miri moved his feet hard forward and backward. Then Seonghun also moved in line with the movement.

'One, two, one, two, one, two!'

If you miss it, it ends like this. Naturally, Sung-hoon was forced to move his feet in line with Miri's steps with all his might.

It is said that when you look at life from afar it is a play and when you look close it is a tragedy. The situation between the two was just like that. From a distance, it was the same scene that a beloved lover was waltzing at night. However, when I looked closely, I was busy trying to shake the opponent as much as I could with a sword in my hand that was flowing like a cigar.

The confrontation within Myri, which was trying to get out of this pose, continued for a while with Sung-hoon, who was suppressing with horrendous grip enough to leave a mark on steel. And eventually Mirina opened her mouth first.

"What are you doing now?"

This isn't about swordsmanship. It's like dancing. Of course this situation was so humiliating for Mirina. Even if it is Sung-hoon, fighting unilaterally in this way is meaningless and angry.

On the other hand, Sung-hoon would move and sober up according to his intuition, so he didn't even have ten mouths to say. However, for now I opened my mouth to attract even time, because I could not always be like this.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Hey, isn't this a dance! Are you ignoring me now?"

"Ignore? I'm taking you seriously now. Why do you think you're ignoring me?"

"Of course! I can't believe you defeated him in this ignorant way, not with a sword!"

Even if it is the first evasion and digging, it is simply restraining the opponent with strength. What do you want me to learn from this?

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes."

"... Is that so? Still a long way to go."

Seong Hun, who spoke roughly plausible words, at least had a relaxed expression on the outside and held one arm in his hand and held the other arm firmly, swinging Mirina out. He twisted his body in the air and landed on the ground, while Sung-hoon clasped his fingers in a relaxed manner, unlike until now.

"If you don't realize anything in the fight so far, come back until you do."

There was a smile on the mouth of Seonghun, who had his fingers clasped.

On the front lines, it was an intuition that was important to the warrior who crossed the line of life, leaving his body in disgrace. The fruits and talents of the training that has been built up so far, and judgement in urgent situations, are all important. However, there are moments when intuition plays an important role when it is highly modified at a level different from that of ordinary people.

Working together to analyze and calculate the situation in a complex battlefield of cross-border speeds, weeds and herbs is not inefficient and practical. At the same time, everything that has been built up so far changes into a form called 'intuition' and moves. The expression that the body moved first without thinking about it is the expression used at this time.

However, there was only one person for whom this logic was not circulated.

Superman.

Sung-hoon, a man with all abilities exceeding 1000 and now running towards the Heavenly Opposition, was able to move after thinking enough about any urgency. All the fights so far have been the same.

Investigate the enemy beforehand and calculate the countermeasure. I have used my predetermined schemes to push my enemies and have fought against them relying on their overwhelming stats and skills even in action. This was a way of thinking and behaving closer to a bookseller than a warrior. In a word, Sung-hoon has never done a "test battle" to fight each other's lives before.

'I don't know what it is, but something inside me is different.'

However, at this moment, Sung-hoon was out of his bounds. The countless encounters with Myrina were not only helpful to her.

In addition to the swordsmanship called the Vaginal Chamber, the year as a warrior was increasingly piling up after repeated battles within Myri that made it impossible to miss the string of tension, and it was finally fruitful, stimulated by the danger within Myri that they were attacking with sincerity without seeing the circumstances.

So now we're truly a step into the world of masters?

Of course, Sung-hoon didn't even know the details of this situation. I just felt curious. I didn't move according to the calculations, but I felt comfortable, unlike until now. I was still unable to take advantage of Myrina, but I barely managed to hold my head, as I am now, until I struck my sword on my own.

Gang! Gaga River!

Meanwhile, Miri, who had suffered embarrassment and unthinkable humiliation in the aftermath of a reckoning strike, was drowned in his thoughts by shaking his sword nervously toward Sung-hoon.

'What do you want to say about Sung-hoon?'

Mirina was looking forward to teaching.

He repeated his imagination of showing a fantastic dagger that he could not even imagine, or giving advice containing absolute truth. However, when I opened the tabletop and saw the contents, I was not humble enough to frown.

It's a little better now, but until the middle of the day, it was as if the ignorant warrior was using his abilities alone. If the opponent was an ordinary warrior, it would have gone unnoticed. However, if the target is Sung-hoon, the story is completely different.

"I'm taking you seriously right now."

Sung-hoon definitely said that. In other words, it certainly means something to this action now. I just don't realize what it means because I'm so short. Why do you deal with yourself so relentlessly while mobilizing your strength and dance moves without sparing a profound sense of martial arts? And as soon as Charlena, who was like forever, passed away, Miri was forced to stop the sword without even knowing her and burst her sensuality quietly.

"Argh…."