Sword Whisperer

Quang Guang! And the noise spread. The shock wave alone caused a gust of wind to overthrow the surrounding soil. Van frowned.

'Not enough.'

His weight was ahead. But K'Shatu's blade leather didn't collapse so easily. His blade was broken and bent here and there on the ground, but it was still largely sacred.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

K'Shatu said with blood on his mouth. To this day, a human with such a small thorn in his hand has met many times. And every time K'Shatu was touched, he wondered why he opposed him with tens of thousands of thorns.

I thought I knew the answer now. All they heard was fake thorns. The real go is right here. Ksatu raises his blade like a furry fur.

"Your meat will be delicious."

"I don't know if I can eat your meat."

Van smiled and replied. Rather than a dizzy bear, even with a giant beast with a blade around his body, he was not a dead beast at all.

K'Shatu could not be his opponent, without holding the Kishin, without using a sword that goes beyond construction.

Van was conscious not to give K'Shatu a gap, and naturally looked around. Groups were fighting pretty well than I thought. Against Robe's men fighting against the corpses, Dane's whites flow like waves, preventing them from setting their teeth once.

No. Neither did I. When she swings the wand, the surrounding area is devastated like a white-salt column. Roxana's spores burst out like a spider web every time she faced the whites, but the best she could do was make time.

"How could a human be so powerful...!"

While everyone was propaganda like that, if there was the only one that was tense, it was a glimmer. Whenever I hit the window, I felt my skin dry, and I didn't feel how to deal with it.

Siraz seemed too busy dealing with the corpses on the ground, and D'Maffo had to stockpile the power to move the space at any time in the first place.

'I have to finish this quickly.'

You cannot continue to enjoy this battle by multiplying it. And then the circle might really go wrong. And these collective wars were usually inevitable once the flow changed.

"Humans. Why are you strong?"

"I've been training."

"Strength is in training?"

K'Shatu grumbles as if he is unconvincing.

"K'Shatu, I've met many human beings. I also met ghosts, but they were weak. Trained. But weak. Why are you different?"

"... I don't know, because I'm a better trainer?"

"Your words are false! Human, tell the truth!"

K'Shatu stood up with two feet. Pointing his front foot halfway, he was in the same position as Mutu.

'A mutugar covered with a blade..... I can't imagine.'

It's different from before. Are you only trying to reveal your true power now?

K'Shatu rushes. All the trajectories he creates, from forefoot to hind foot, even head to back, have enough power to crush half his body as if he were caught in a snare.

'It's tricky to spill.'

Even if he spilled his fist, his shoulders followed by his fists, his neck, his torso, literally followed by his fists, tried to hurt him somehow. Among those Van dealt with were the most perverse and bizarre forms of fighting. If it wasn't for the memories he had read so far, given his prowess, he would have been more classical than he is today.

'… but spilling is not all I have.'

If you can't spill it, you can push it with force.

- Hick..... Van, be gentle!

"Hang in there. '

Even the glass begins to condense in the hallucinogens, which is so enormous that it is frightening. And from that moment on, the appearance of the battle began to change markedly.

"Cough!"

"Khung!"

"Aggravated…"

Whenever Van's blade touches my blade, K'Shatu is crumpled and starts to push. I felt like I was slamming into the foetus, not the blade. Van's blade didn't want to be pushed back a bit, and as he threw himself out, K'Chatu began to fear that I was the only one who would end up shattered.

It is.

I was afraid.

"..... K'Shatu, are you afraid of humans? '

K'Shatu was evil at it. The blades near his nostrils slam into the ground, making an iron sound. It was a vivid emotion. K'Shatu was never as frightened as the other nobles who lived in Abyss.

"…… indeed, it is similar to him. Human. Your strength."

"Him? Who are you talking about?"

"The master of the perimeter."

K'Shatu muttered in a loud voice. Unlike Van, K'Shatu's voice was filled with awe when discussing his name.

"The one who dares not look up."

"... I don't know what you're talking about. If you're planning on taking the time, that's it."

"K'Shatu, it won't take long!"

K'Shatu attacks. The battle is not conclusive when you suddenly hit him. At the end of the day, a minor episode of moments was finally set to determine the end of the battle, and that was how the battle was calculated.

And K'Shatu already knew what the result would be at the end of this calculation.

"Death."

Van was, in itself, a death sentence or something. There is no multiplication. His blades, which crushed the stone or iron, lost their power in front of Van.

Can a single knife be as heavy as it was originally? Kchatu felt the weight of the blade leather he spanned. The blades pressed him down every step of the way. Every time I moved, even though the blades pierced and tore my flesh, K'Shatu felt the blades in my pride. When I confronted his blade, those who tried to confront him were always in my hands.

'.... my blade is darker than his. Why?'

I don't know. K'Shatu rushes to know the answer. Fear tried to swallow him, but the more K'Shatu roared. It's like my fears, my fears, they disappear.

K'Shatu's two eyes were entangled by half a blade and could not escape. Beyond that blade, K'Shatu reflects on my past. Not even the palm of a human hand. He sees a giant walking around planting a tree on his back, raising his mass. Reports of a hedgehog beast with pointed thorns all over his body turned his fur into a knife. But only now did I know. All that impersonation, it's time to end.

"Khh, khhh, krarah!"

Van's eyes shine cool. And it was the next moment. From K'Shatu's body, a blade bursts into Van like a seed. Van revealed the doctrine of speechless spills. Around the trajectory of his blade, all of K'Shatu's blades whirl roughly.

Then he shoots at K'Shatu.

K'Shatu stares at the whirlwind of the blade that shoots at me naked. He no longer had a blade of armor. But I didn't need it. Now he knows what's stronger than a blade armor.

It can become stronger.

Quaguaguaguagua Cave! I heard a rough sound. It was the sound of a lump of iron being crushed by a stabler. Van looks forward with his eyes wide open. The vortex created by Van's spills was scattered in a moment. The lost blades fall here and there like rain. However, none of those blades touched K'Shatu's bare body.

"Thank you, phosphorus, liver."

K'Shatu's body heard an elongation whimpering. And every time it sounded, his body began to shrink to the same size as half. If there's anything else, there's a knife in the place where the hand should be. He glances at half with the blade in his hand extended.

"I will not forget this' training, 'which I have learned from you."

"... Ha, it's just monsters at night."

Instead of being scared and reluctant, it feels like fun.

Will he still be a young man? Or is it that the prosecutor is allowed to realize life only under these circumstances? Van's mouth went up.

"Did you learn me?"

"K'Shatu, I learned. Human strength. And."

K'Shatu's stance has been lowered. It resembled Van.

"Now, move on."

K'Shatu's body is shot. It was a qualitatively different pace than it had just been. Are the muscles also tighter as the body is compressed? Instead, Van retreated, holding a gesture in his other hand, and ran out in front of him. K'Shatu's teasing as he stepped on the ground like a genie was still closer to the beast than an examination. But that was also not a problem.

'The same thing happens if you slaughter an animal or an inspector.'

The blade shoots. Grab, the next attack strikes before the sound reaches your ears, and the sound only repeats after their battle like echoes.

Van admired honestly. It was a very decent knife play, except to move after instinct only. No, that's why I didn't think the black might be more efficient. A knife that spills to kill the other person. That murder was even to be admirable.

So, Van decided to do his best.

'.... What is it?'

K'Shatu felt a sense of guilt from a certain moment on. Half a blade was seen, then it was seen, then it was repeated to disappear. No, it wasn't just his silk knife. It was a very occasional, very challenging moment, but even half of it disappeared in front of him.

K'Shatu's twin knives still haven't touched Van's. He could mimic Van's teasing, but he could not steal even the history that stood in it. K'Shatu's blade cuts through more and more air, and Van's eyes shine hotter and hotter.

'A sword that hides beyond the light. And..... a sword that hides behind time.'

Willen and Lopo's Sword. Can we melt those two together? It was a question that came to mind quite a long time ago, and at the same time it was an answer. Van took all of my knives to the waist dance. K'Shatu asked with a stupid face.

".... What is it, human! Why did you put a sword in it?"

"The fight is over."

"No, it's not over yet. Me, Kchatu. Still intact……!"

"I don't know yet."

K'Shatu could not understand Van's eyes. Why are you staring at him with such a nasty eye? He's strong. He's Kchatu. All right, let's run. Let's show him how sharp his blade can be. and show it to Van Dudong as it is. How strong he is.

"Kchatu!"

K'Shatu ran out screaming my name.

No, I tried to run away.

After bracing his feet, K'Shatu realized that my legs were already cut off. No, it wasn't just the legs. The hand that held the knife fell, and at the same time the blade that had already been sliced apart a long time ago was scattered. Cut off the neck, cut off the waist, cut off the chest and stomach.

K'Shatu's neck rolls to the floor. With the ears of those who did not understand my defeat until the end, a silent voice touched me.

"You've already lost. Kchatu."