How the Villain Lives

47. Do you wrinkle in front of your pupils?

Even though he lost his life in vain, he was able to tie up the feet of Seonghun for a while at his original purpose, so that the royal family and the spatula could get close and succeed in blocking the front and back. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed the corpse's chest with his feet, pulling out the sword, as if he didn't care about Sung-hoon even when he was sealed.

Ugh!

"One of the reasons I wear a mask is because of this. The blood on your face is surprisingly troubling."

"Son of a..."

"Priest!"

Sung-hoon smiled with a white mask with a drop of blood on one side and a geometric pattern on the other. The spatula, which was about to jump, shook for a moment at the cry of the royal court, then slightly woke up his lips and held on to its place.

'Too bad.'

I was able to deal with one person easily using a fugitive set of kits as a trap, but I haven't had a chance to find one. No, what's the probability that someone who was chasing you in the first place stepped on the only kit on the ground and actuated it correctly? Probably not that high.

Ordinary people would only be forced to entrust their destiny to heaven and pray, but Seonghun has a lucky stat superior to anyone else. I tried it with a gambling heart, but I also thought that this luck stat would make things a little more advantageous for me.

Lucky stats do not perform miracles that weaken the opponent directly or allow him to defeat a strong enemy that can never win. However, it can create an incentive to make things more advantageous to oneself.

'I can't tell if this happened because of real luck stats or if it was just a coincidence, but it's good, isn't it?'

It was a little awkward to lean on an unknown power that I couldn't control myself, but I didn't leave everything to luck, and I could believe it once in a time when it was good and bad. Seong Hun, who threw out a bloody drop on his sword and put his sword on his shoulder, sighed with a small sigh.

"I wanted to do a little more trick-or-treating, but I didn't expect to get caught."

"... I hope you stop fooling around. You mean you don't even think about getting serious with us?"

"I'm serious right now. Did I look like I've been messing around?"

I don't look very serious.

A pranking sword, a thunderous tone, everything from one to ten. If he knew nothing about the opponent, he would have launched an attack without hesitation in association with the Priest. But the royal family failed to do so.

The emphasis on the open air had some effect, but the biggest reason was the priest's cold corpse. It was a short time. It was only a short time before I tried my best to get rid of the blind attacks. However, between a brief glance, the priest became desperate.

'A priest whose achievement was so high that Master did not spare his compliments that the sword of defense was always greedy and obtained maximum efficiency with minimal movement. By the way...'

It's not a spell.

A single clean hole from the middle to the back of the body. There was not even a scratch. Even though I saw it with my own eyes, the royal family could not believe it, so I had to ask the ghost myself.

"How did you do that?"

"Well, there was a gap, so I stabbed a sword in the face. That's easy, right?"

Sung-hoon, who made a remark that reminded me of a painter somewhere, replied boldly that it wasn't that difficult. However, the shock suffered by the royal family and one other was no different. No matter how much he asked me to tie his feet, he wouldn't even think of fleeing his own life to a master's strong man and becoming a priest. I just wanted to stick around and interfere with the movement and drag the time until they came. I was afraid of ghosts who had dealt with such a person so neatly and easily.

Whoops!

Blue and green strengths began to rise from the swords of the royal palace and the spatula. Due to the tremendous energy emanating from the two, Sung-hoon secretly swallowed a dry spit.

'I can only sigh.'

It didn't seem like the only thing that was amplified was physical ability. The energy that began to spread around the skin with a texture that was clear enough to feel directly on the skin itself was limiting the movement of Sung-hoon. Seong Hun, who thought he had to fight relentlessly, tried to open his mouth to attract time, but one step ahead of him, the royal family shouted.

"Let me tell you a story for a second."

"Open up!"

Kaga River!

"... I don't think I'm going to do it."

Sung-hoon, who flew out of the barrel and fled from the barrel in an instant, tasted bitter again and struck the sword properly, causing a mixed sword. An astrologer's vocational skill, the Blemish Sword consumes HP and magic at the same time, but it can be guaranteed as much as its power.

It was only a short time after the merging of the royal palace and the spatula, but Seonghun could feel his spine creeping up. It was as if two bodies were moving in one direction, and their movements were perfectly complementing each other and creating synergies.

"Suck!"

Khh!

The royal squad, which simply threw out Rune Blade, tried to move to the side of Seong Hoon by spreading out his mind. Of course, I tried to turn around because I couldn't send it gently, but as if I was waiting, the spatula swung its sword in the back to stimulate my nerves.

I handed over my sword as if I were running behind my back, but as I climbed through the gap, dozens of royal swords split and began to pour out.

"Death penalty!"

"Hut?!"

In an emergency, Sung-hoon's choice was simple. Without worrying about a word, I swiftly lowered my body and walked toward the royal bridge. It was Windmill, one of Viboing's operations. However, if there is a difference between a common dancing son-in-law and a common dancing son-in-law, it is that the body of the Holy Spirit has long been outside the limits of the human being. When I put strength on my legs, everything in the range suddenly turned into a murderer who tore it to pieces.

It was a situation where the two eyes opened and almost died, but the royal family and the spatula struck each other's weapons and used their repulsive force to quickly pull themselves out, as promised in advance. The saint who caught a falling sword by lightly dumbbling started running towards the spatula with a nasty smile.

'Even if only one of them were brave with a sword, I'm sure they're tough enough to guarantee victory. There are two of them, and the merger is also very good. If these guys had been a little more aggressive, they would have already lost clearly.'

Sung-hoon never overestimated himself. Those they had to deal with were worn and worn masterpieces, and it was better to underestimate themselves than to overestimate them in front of them. Coldly, it was a disadvantageous situation if objectively assessed.

A skill that was rapidly advanced in a battle with Mirina a while ago. To put it well, Magnetic Fluid, to put it badly, is a legendary sword dispersive Nubora that caught the mace of a fundamental weed sword. The application of numerous dances. All of these combined to make Sung-hoon survive. However, the main reasons for going beyond that were set aside.

'These guys are afraid of me.'

Even though he deliberately stopped the offensive and gave him some time to relax, he was even more confident that the royal family would step back and remain vigilant without trying to counterattack him. Meanwhile, the royal family desperately rolled their heads and focused on keeping the examination as rigid as possible.

'There is no such thing as a serious sword that you can see from Master, or reading the future several times later. It's like the youngest one. But….'

The biggest problem was that ghosts were fighting in ways they had never seen before. Even if I had just seen it, I didn't even think I would be able to strike back through a bizarre footing without hesitation.

Not once. All movements were not so awkward as to be called martial arts, but they were new to the royal family, who were accustomed to active combat. All of a sudden I dug into it, and all of a sudden I felt like I was on a rhythm, and all of a sudden I was unfamiliar avoiding the attack.

'How the hell am I supposed to attack?'

The royal death penalty! What should we do? If you go a little bolder, I think you can catch the winner.

Be self-centered for now! Have you not seen the power of the Ghost with your own eyes? Perhaps all of this is a deception to lure us now.

I saw the priest die in the blink of an eye, so the spatula nodded at the royal words without much disagreement.

This ghost is not just an unattended man on high ground. Rather, it is clear that the fight itself is deeply mastered.

It was clear that if you used the Gazinba Practice without hesitation and hit it with a sword and a sword, you would surely be stuck for centuries. Nevertheless, the ghost did not. Rather, it was repeating itself with unexpected skills and unfamiliar skills.

'Maybe that lowly attitude and tone is also an act that deliberately provokes us. I'm scared, I'm really scared.'

Our goal is to make ghosts immobile anyway. Don't be aggressive, no. Don't even think about killing, just focus on deterrence and defense. The attack is only kept at a moderate level with hands and feet tied together.

Yes? Is that what you need to do?

I can say it's not enough. Even if you see a loophole, don't dig into it. Even that could be a trap.

… Got it.

It seemed frustrating, but the priest nodded marginally as the royal family repeatedly made a commitment. However, he was not the one who had no intention of ruining his work by putting his opinions forward in this fight.

"Argh!"

"Thunderclap!"

It was still puffy on the outside, and violently flushed, but never tried to flush above a certain level. As the workshop began to continue for some time, Sung-hoon opened his eyes and tasted it.

"Aren't you going to be more vigorous? Don't you think it's too aesthetic?"

"……."

Khh!

'These guys. I don't have the heart to fight.'

Due to his fierce fight with Myrina, he knows better than anyone whether he is serious about himself or not. And these guys weren't meant to take themselves down here right now. The aim was to attract time everywhere.

Thinking that he was a thousand, the answer quickly came out.

'Maybe I'm planning on tying up my feet as best I can and then joining forces with Mirina to end me. I don't think Mirina's going to lose, but that doesn't mean she can't be dragged into what they think. How can there be no way?'

He started reviewing everything he had and could use to stab the royal family with the bizarre sword of Dispersive Nubora.

'I only defend and deter everywhere, but it made it harder for me to get through. If you look at me and attack me, I'll give you a chance to make a foothold.'

Traps cannot be used.

Kits were small and only needed to be stepped on, but they couldn't miss throwing something on the floor right in front of them, unless they were blind. Rather, it is futile to blow one of the shields.

I didn't deserve the spell either.

Basically, magic or spells need to be kept a certain distance in order to use their power for ten minutes. The only thing that exploded in this distance was your suicide. The technique of forcibly fusing several spells to a rune blade at the same time was not a technique that could be tried while the sword was moving without resting.

'I don't have enough skills to overflow, but I don't have enough skills to flip the tide at once. Damn it, do I have to use Hellfire?'

The only technology that could flip the charter in an instant was Hellfire. The moment I thought about using it, Sung-hoon realized something and vomited a tremendous amount of emotion.

"Oh, there it was!"

Suddenly speaking strange words during the coming battle, the royal family and the spatula did not panic, but focused solely on the defenses as promised in advance. Whether he knew he had just passed the death crisis or not, Sung-hoon held his left hand and focused his mind on detecting and stopping.

'Thank you for the good technique, brother.'

The know-how of Choi Hyeong-gi who was handed over to Choi Chul in the Black and White Battle in return and in the sense of a favor.

Seonghun knew the vision of Choi Chul-hyun, who fused two energies of different temperaments to obtain a transcendental power. A talent for nothing was a technology that had tremendous potential to make the fallen Choi Hyeong-hoon one of the top rankers stand up, but Seong-hoon did not use it properly.

It wasn't as simple as I thought it would be to fuse the two energies and use them to fight while maintaining them. Choi Chul has been focusing on it for more than two years, and the profession itself seemed to be specialized in it and easy. He was only skilled enough to produce small quantities only in non-combat situations.

'But now it's different!'

Thanks to Myriana, I was able to fight freely without feeling the burden of controlling my body or knowing the current situation around me. And Sung-hoon had copy skills. Skill optimized for copying and cutting something. Sung-hoon, who was waving his dry sword, muttered with a bright smile.

"I'll tell you in advance. Sorry."