How the Villain Lives

48. I expected.

For top-rankers, there was a talent that ordinary people could not follow. Combat, magic, calculation, uncharted, politics, ploy, etc. All the people who have seen Sung-hoon so far have done the same. Only two of those who were not talented became top-rankers.

One was Sung-hoon himself.

At the time of the tutorial mission, I was able to start by beating my back without hesitation and start at a different starting point from other people. I was confident now that I was able to earn rewards and increase my stats by first clearing missions with abundant funds and various skills from the beginning. What would have happened if there had been no such thing?

Could we have a relationship with kids like Mirina and Ellie? Was it possible to take on such an appropriate role in compulsory missions? Could I have done any of the things I've done so far? The answer was no. Therefore, Sung-hoon was not always satisfied and always sought strength.

The other is Choi Chul.

A technological blender that combines different temperaments and energies in one piece after his desperate efforts to bring skill, intelligence and talent to life. It was simply a fusion of two or more energies, but many people who saw it exert incredible power tried to replicate it, but none succeeded. Even Mirina did the same.

"From an approach to an appropriate ratio of two energies, to control as long as they come together, to a way to keep them, this is impossible for me either."

"Can you say that Choi Hyeol is better than you?"

"That's not true. I just have to eat enough to do it too. but it doesn't take too much time to get there. It bumps into the body and makes constant attempts to find the optimal formula. Maybe Choi Chul is devoting most of his day to training."

Choir Choir who showed the possibility of reaching a genius even if it was a crime. And the cult of his vision was being reproduced at the fingertips of Sung-hoon.

Whoo-hoo!

The light purple energy began to bloom as the fingertips trembled marginally.

'Good, good. This feels so good!'

Even during the violent battle of death, Sung-hoon smiled, confirming that his energy was getting tangled together much faster and easier than before. Meanwhile, the royal family shakes slightly in anxiety by pulling out a sharp checkpoint.

What is that? '

The energy of purple fog that blooms from the fingertips. There was no basis for it, but if I let it be completed like this, it would be a great harm. Obviously the ghost's skills are great. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to hold out until now in the air of two uninhabited men with maximized capabilities. However, the face of the thousand was not at all glorious. It's just high stats and all sorts of weird device movements and excellent term variations that keep things going.

'So far, you're joking, and now you're really thinking about stepping up?'

Priest! Pay attention to your fingertips!

I'm already doing that. And….

What is it?

If anything happens, I will bind the ghost for a moment.

Realizing the meaning of tying hands and feet against a stronger prosecutor than Master, the royal family slightly bites his lips and nods marginally. As soon as they hardened their will, Sung-hoon also finished preparing.

"It's not bad to play like this, but I'm a busy man in many ways. Let's get this over with."

"Anybody!"

Whoops!

Immediately, the color of the strong force on the two men's swords became darker. By injecting more than the internal air needed to maintain strength, it is possible to exert a momentarily stronger power. Of course, it was a less efficient way to use it, but you don't have to think about efficiency against ghosts. Wouldn't you be worried about what's behind you if you survived right now?

"Tai San Prescription"! "

Thai-san Pressure Crystal, a herb made with an extremely simple move that lifts the sword up and down. However, even a simple herb can vary in power depending on who spreads it. Looking down slowly at the sword with the power to cleave anything, Seong Hun gathered a smile from his mouth and focused on the consciousness at the fingertips.

'Mixers are basically the ones who exert great power with less power. But because I have high basic abilities, I don't need to make big power with less power. What we need right now is a really powerful one!'

The energy at the tip of his finger began to clump together like a small bead, and Sung-hoon slightly bounced his finger as he swung the rune blade to strike the sword.

Eagle Eye Skill is activated.

Throwing Skill is activated.

Aim Calibration Skill is activated.

The fine tuning skill is activated.

There was no need for skills such as geometry. There were many skills that could produce similar results for Sung-hoon, even if they didn't exist. A purple bullet that flew along a curve along a translucent solid line was stuck in the black surface.

All three saw it. However, not one of them was able to predict what would happen next.

Heh!

With a small sound like a match light going out, the sword that was shining in silver and white burst out for a third of a day. If Sung-hoon had fired something enormous magic, he would have understood. However, the reality was not. As if I could not believe the broken sword, Sung-hoon immediately entered the room.

"Chance!"

This was the moment when the weapon exploded. It was the perfect time for Sung-hoon to strike. I felt the sword swinging violently behind me, but Sung-hoon ran forward without hesitation.

Kaga River!

The embarrassed spatula wielded its sword around and tried to detach it somehow, but the chances of catching the Holy Hung cling to it were so bad that it could finally create a trigger for reversal.

Rune blade embedded in the wrist.

A shameful wound, even if it's an injury, only a few sheets thick. However, there was a skill in this world that could only defeat an opponent with that much pain.

Puuuuuu!

"Argh!"

"Priest!"

"Don't you think it's too small a wound to ignore?"

I felt the touch of a rune blade digging into my forearm with a big open wound, and my spatula broke my teeth and bitten my teeth. I ignored it for a moment because it was a embarrassing injury, even if it was a wound, as the ghost said. However, the consequences of that complacency were appalling.

The blade of the rune blade, which was perfectly pushed from the vicinity of the wrist to the vicinity of the upper elbow, perfectly sealed his left arm by itself. I would not have reacted so harshly if I had just pierced it. What he was really surprised about was that the blade of Rune Blade had been digged so tightly under the skin that it could not be poisoned by any poison.

"Hey, let go of this... Khhhhhhhh!"

"Hmph, you're not in a position to say that right now?"

"Oh, stop, I mean, please stop!"

Oh, my God!

With a horrible sound of tearing flesh, the spatula moves in line with the movement of the sword in order to reduce the pain as much as possible.

'It's a really nasty skill, even if you look at it a few times.'

Most swordsmanship is basically intended to defeat or defend the opponent. However, dispersive nouveau was different from ordinary swordsmanship. It's not to beat the other person, it's to inflict as much pain as possible.

A sword stabbed at a subtle angle to feel as much pain as possible. Then, depending on the vibrations transmitted through the sword, it predicts the other person's movements and moves subtly from this side to the reverse, essentially stopping them from falling or ripping their flesh out.

Can't you put up with it? The pain that comes from exquisitely stimulating the skin, bones, nerves, blood vessels, and everything, not just the extent of piercing the continent, cannot be endured by will.

"Khhhh, what is this? Where did you go with your strength just now?"

"Priest! Release the Priest!"

"Death penalty! Argh!"

"You can't do that."

Before the spatula moved, he had already turned his new brother back and moved his sword, and the spatula was forced to move along. While it is lethal to put a colleague on the shield, one of the effects is a definite precept. Looking at the ghost smiling single-handedly beyond the priesthood's back, a single voice was heard in the ears of the royal family who felt anger and hesitation at the same time.

The king's death sentence! G-gold!

Woodstock!

I threw down a sword like the pride of an unattended person, lifted up my right arm and grasped it strongly, breaking my left arm. Naturally, it was possible to seal the movement even with a rune blade embedded in the arm. In order to endure the rising pain, blood drained through the gums of the Andamun and the silk cord of his eyes burst and bitten red, but he stopped there without moving a single step.

It was different from what he thought, but as promised, he succeeded in tying up ghosts.

'This opportunity never comes back!'

It may have been done to harass them, but on the contrary, it was a tremendous opportunity. Once the body of the priest, his body is quite covered. In this situation, if we can attack, no one will be able to defend us.

The royal family, staring at the back with a lot of power, felt a fierce emotion and finally stabbed him in the face. In the first place, the two of them were in battle with death, so it would be a tremendous advantage if they could take the ghost's life at the expense of one man.

'Priest! This opportunity you gave your life for! I must, I must succeed!'

"One Island ( )!"

One stab, which gathers the power of the whole body and spreads it out, quickly pierces the heart of the priest above all else. The royal family did not stop, even though they felt the touch of piercing the flesh and breaking the heart. This pierces even the body of a ghost.

I had to throw away my sword to avoid it, but if I did, I would have already won the battle. But what happened next was completely different from what the royal family expected.

Qaaaaaah!

A violent repulsion, with a slight thunderbolt, suddenly pushes the sword away. It wasn't the knight wearing the other person's armor. It's a wearable armor, so you have to wear all the gloves in your clothes. With that, you will never get this defensive power.

'What the hell happened....'

Per billion!

However, the king's head burst like a ripe watermelon and scattered blood and brainwater everywhere. I lost my head, and the rest of my body ended up falling to the side without missing a sword.

Then Seong Hun, who pushed the body of the spatula that he was holding with the royal family, slightly frowned on his forehead and hesitated.

"You're such a jerk. You tried to kill me as if you were waiting for me. Well, I expected it, though."

After returning the unnamed book with a slight slit in the center to the waist dance, Sung-hoon muttered with a rune blade. The law of using people as shields is certainly great, but sometimes it doesn't work. Especially if you were a topranker in a battle like this that cost tens of thousands of lives, I thought you would kill your enemies even if you sacrificed your comrades.

So Sung-hoon baited out his spatula jaw and defended his torso with a book. At the same time, he releases the hand that was holding the sword without hesitation and then creates a blender and shoots it towards his head.

It was not only the royal family that was able to hide the movement thanks to the spatula, but it was also true for Sung-hoon. Sung-hoon did not reveal the battle using the book himself until the end of the last period, and that was the decisive moment when he lost.

"It was a fight that I had a lot of luck with."

If you hadn't easily overpowered one person with the first kit, if they hadn't overestimated themselves and slammed into it, it would have been them, not the ones who are now down here.

String!

You have created a new skill that combines different energies to create energies with completely different properties.

This skill has not been created yet. Please specify a name.

"Early? Creative Skills?"

A skill that is created by an individual, not originally present, is called a creation skill. It seems incredibly easy to explain, but there are very few people in the mission world who have creative skills because they all exist in simple skills, from beggars, cooking, sewing, and reading. Myrina, who did not know that she would create skills, was soon forced to read the explanation and make a bitter laugh.

'Originally, the creator died and disappeared.'

Techniques that fuse the two energies have already named Choi Chul-Hyeol a comrade. However, when he died, the records disappeared, repeated several failures and successes, and succeeded perfectly in the actual battle, he finally wanted to feel like Sung-hoon was recognized as a new creator.

"… Yin Yang Qi."

The name of the new skill is Yang Yang Qi.

Even if it was Sung-hoon who used his original name, it took him a little, a little bit of conscience, so he gave me a slightly different name. It was, of course, very slight everywhere.

'Well, I didn't blackmail or steal this skill, but I got it through a legitimate deal, and there's no reason to be reluctant.'

After convincing himself that there was no reason to be ashamed because it was a solemn reward for giving revenge to Arben who killed Yooseong, Sung-hoon pulled out the rune blade stuck in the spatula's arm and began to move.