The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

Sanka was excellent.

If I were a third-rate poisoner here, I would have shown my horse legs at the time Suibok was poisoned.

But it wasn't because I didn't do that that Suncah's words and actions didn't hurt my mood.

The poisoning failed, but it never spread the wound any further.

"I'm sorry, but I wasn't strong enough. It was full of good reason to have this castle stay overnight"

There's nothing you can do without emptying a bottle of the strongest poison that leads to death in a small amount.

Sanka had honestly admitted her powerlessness and given up on Swivok's poisoning.

Around being able to admit it and report it would represent his personality. It is evidence of a total lack of adherence to current status and honor.

"Well, could you not kill Lord Sanka?"

"Well, did you do anything wrong with Lord Sanka?"

It was the two men receiving the report.

A single-egg twin with a brave body whose expression, Jen Wang of the Twins, appears appropriate.

He was two great generals, who headed the military of the current Ethel Empire.

General, Atelier. General, the studio.

He was the strongest samurai to support the present emperor.

"So, how'd it go?

"And how was it?

I dare you to say the same thing subtly differently.

But the expression was spookily consistent.

"I'm not a samurai, so I can't measure it."

The apex of a martial officer and the apex of a civilian.

It is impossible to scorn them because they are both inherently reciprocal.

The three of them had some confidence and courtesy to discuss.

"I was just wondering if I understood personality."

"Ho."

"Hmm."

Sanka knows her well.

The big man in front of him has the strength and strength to fit his physique, while not being a single cell that he can rely on.

Similar to myself, he is a mastermind at rape intelligence, who also has the brains to strain his ploy.

However, there is a clear difference between Sanka and these two.

Poison is just a means for Sanka, and she finds no joy or anything like that there.

But for the twin generals, ploy was a means to pleasure.

"He's a man named Suibok, but he's a regular samurai, except for his resistance to poison"

His human observation was extremely correct.

Probably would have denied it if I had swimbok on this occasion, but that's probably because swimbok in this era didn't recognize who I really am.

"He says he's not interested in honor or status himself, but on the other hand, there are extraordinary detentions in martial arts, and he'll stick to that. I thought if I signed up for a match, I'd be happy to accept it, even if it's probably no bother or provocation."

You wouldn't necessarily accept it if someone applied for that swordworn battle for having the strongest sword.

Instead, we should try to avoid that battle as much as we can to protect that most powerful sword.

But if whoever has that most powerful sword is the most powerful swordsman, and he is a young samurai, then it would be natural to take it.

"I see, that's funny"

"I see, that's easy"

That's why it's easy to take them down.

It was like dropping a boar into a pit, such as falling into an opponent with no vigilance or fear.

There are more ways to direct than beast opponents, which makes sense at any rate.

"Then it looks like it would be nice to have a simple order."

"Well, that sounds like a simple piece of work."

"I'll leave you two to it"

Sanka at this time just turned the job around, naturally.

Sure, it's amazing how poisonless a person is, but I was wondering if the wider world also has a user of that kind of power.

Then I'll be here.

"Then my brother."

"Let's kill those swimmers."

"Let's kill those swimmers."

Sanka believed the two in front of her would win.

If you can't kill with poison, just kill with a sword, that's all.

To the two in front of me, if there was nothing but despicable measures, I might have caused defeat.

To the two in front of me, if they had only excellent stature, they might have suspected victory.

Even if both sides were equipped, they would be prepared in case.

But you two have a proven track record. He has a proven track record of dragging down and trampling opponents with similar ambitions.

And more importantly, I thought it meant nothing, even if Suibok won.

This is the heart of the state, a large number of soldiers refrain from this castle.

What is going to happen is a direct match for the Grand General. The king will come to see it, too, and civilians will not know how many soldiers will be deployed as escorts at that time.

If one thing is certain, I guess Swibok will fall as a rare beast or a beast instead of showing off his martial arts as a great swordsman.

I don't know if that was by the sword of a great general, or by the arrows of loyal soldiers, but it was irrelevant either way.

"It's me. In short, my country craves Eckezaks"

"No."

"But I don't want you. You know that, right?

"You talk fast."

It was the next day when Suibok reached the castle.

Sanka had rescheduled some official duties to plan a match in front of the Emperor.

Although, the government is mostly partitioned by Sanka, so I just pinched another play on the emperor who's just playing in the literal sense.

"From now on, in front of His Majesty the Emperor, I will have the game played. If this one wins, Eckezax will have it. Don't you like it?

"If that's the case, I'm not going to run away. In front of the Emperor, let's take him down!

"That's my Lord!

In a sense, it is a regular path. If directly challenged in this format, the user of Eckezax will not refuse.

Winning by fighting current users is the surest way to be recognized by Eckezax.

"Then I want you to wait a while. As I said yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor is angry if he doesn't take troublesome steps. Finally... you will bow your head to His Majesty the Emperor when you head to the match venue now."

"... let's not"

"Do that."

Sanka, who had almost read through Suibok's personality, was brilliantly circumventing the temptation.

And it also serves as a fabric stone to propel the game in its favor.

"A studio general who will now fight you is greeting His Majesty the Emperor. As soon as it's over, you'll have him fight one-on-one. It's a very simple match to slash."

"You talk really fast! Ha ha!

"That's right, Swibbock! You talk really fast!

The roughly fraudulent modus operandi is how to 'make them mistake you for what you are gaining', but I am surprised that you have not died before if you have mistaken me so far.

"Then I want you to wait with me at this entrance"

The match venue in the castle was, naturally, gorgeous.

But that was a limited story to the surrounding decorations, and only where the swordsmen actually fight was martial bone stone construction.

On stage there was a studio greeting the emperor sitting in a chair.

Many nobles, not just emperors, are audiences, and many soldiers are armed with bows and arrows and spears to protect them. When something unforeseen happens, it will kill me instantly.

The same is true when it is determined that unforeseen circumstances have occurred.

"Oh, Your Majesty the Great Emperor! Display Ethel, Your Majesty! O you who are worthy of the crown of truth, which is the throne of glory!

There he was, great dressed in a courtesy dress far from armed.

Making the most of his often sounding voice, he is blowing his own voice into the room, serving as an emperor while an actor.

"In front of you my body is shrunk, miserable as the poor!

Against the too blatant sesame seeds, Swivok watching it closes his mouth.

That was the same with Eckezacks, sick of it and without words.

What is strange is that only the emperor who is listening to such a fool seems to be satisfied, and everyone around him applauds as he shudders.

I find that this is a farce, a play, a play for the emperor.

"I'm glad you didn't have to participate"

"no...... um"

Against Sanka's words, Suibok was nodding again.

Sanka knows that this farce passes only within her body.

That's why Swivok didn't let me participate so I wouldn't be unnecessarily offended.

The array is difficult with the array, and assuming Suibok looks disgusted, that can make the emperor grumpy.

In that case, the schemes set up by the twin generals could be in vain. Meaningless danger should be eliminated.

Or the very fact that we are looking for Eckezax is in the emperor's mood in the first place. If you upset the emperor, I don't know what you brought me here for.

"You're in trouble, too."

"Because it's my job."

"No... you're in trouble too"

"That's what it's like to be a saint."

Swibbok and Eckezax pitied each other without empathy for such a sancah.

He was so pathetic that he couldn't live without doing something like that, two people who were somehow far from the principle of a normal person.

"It's Sanka."

"Anything?"

"We're going to play a game in front of the Emperor, but in some cases it could make the Emperor angry"

"... I hope not"

"Even if it does."

I have had quite a bit of life experience, too.

In some cases, we also knew that it would be a war with one of the Emperor's instructions.

Unlike Sanka, you would have come here knowing that.

"Only you, don't kill me."

"Well, I appreciate that"

The farce on stage is finally coming to an end.

Ahead of that, Swibok is boosting his fighting spirit.

Sanka had a very appropriate empty reply to him like that.

"Your Majesty! This time we will show you a match against the strongest divine sword, the user of Eckezax!

To the words of the studio, Swivok and Eckezax step forward.

Eckezax takes the form of a sword in front of the audience, and the nobles scream only their breath.

In it the emperor laughed contentedly and was shaking his fat body.

He was very easy to understand, lacking exercise, binge eating, and a lazy body.

Maybe he's even lazy to walk on his own.

I'm trying to deceive you with thick clothes, but it didn't fit. So much, so much flesh (...).

"I visited this land more than a distant barbaric land, Swibbock, Lord of Eckezacks!

But Suibok is blind to the emperor.

All he saw was a studio showcasing himself.

"More than this, I will cross my sword with this one, and I will bear witness as the owner of Eckezax!

Suibok admitted quite a bit to the person in front of him.

Whether you look at one thing or just what you do, you can sense quite a bit of power.

Whether you're simply a tall, big body, or just a muscle-building, thickened arm or foot, it simply conveys strength.

No matter how glorious the emperor is, the steel flesh does not follow where he has named the Grand General so that he cannot strengthen his body.

To get the steel flesh, to keep, he never fails to train. That's more than enough for Swibbock.

(Do you ever just challenge me)

Even if height is talent, training is self-serving.

If you have a workout that you're not proud of to match your privileged talents, you must be strong.

If you are a swordsman with definite backing confidence, Swivok will not be angry.

"Now give me your sword!

"No?"

The studio gave the appearing squire a thin sword, which would have been for the liturgical use that was lowering to his waist.

Instead, he had received a meaty sword that would be used in action.

I hope so, but a squire with an iron sword also appeared before Swivok.

Apparently, the stipulation is not to use Eckezax.

"The prize is Eckezacks. Doesn't mean you can't fight without it?

The fact that the provisions were not clearly laid down in advance meant that the organizers could do something of their own accord to the extent not expressly stated.

Sure, he didn't say 'fight with the sword prepared by the organizers', but he didn't say 'you can use Eckezacks' either.

If we put the audience in front of us like this more than anything else, it would take effort just to complain.

"Whatever. Eckezacks, stay back for a while."

"Okay...... I'll be waiting for you"

"Uhm."

And Suibok was so receptive.

There is no better reason not to take it as a swimbok than the assumption that it is one-on-one has not changed.

Lightly exchanged the prepared sword with Eckezax, which stood in the middle.

"Then let's say we start! I offer this battle to His Majesty the Emperor!

"Come on, studio and do it... let me show you the skill of the strongest swordsman!

The nobles, the emperor, and Sancah, looking from the entrance, just saw where the two of them were confronted, and thought the victory or defeat had already been decided.

Anyway, there is a history of physical difference. The amateur didn't even have to think about which one was stronger.

"So... instead of saying hello!

A wiggle from the top.

Ahead of that, Swivok tries to take it head-on.

It's not what the strongest swordsmen do, such as scurry, in front of greetings.

Metal and metal collide, tall sound.

It sounded indoors, though not narrow, and you accidentally shrugged yourselves.

"Nooo!

Immortal flesh is stronger than it looks, even if it is not as good as a madman or a user of divine descent.

That's why I could take it, but I still felt my flesh squeeze.

"Ho."

The studio was not so surprised by the blow it took itself.

Fall back heavily without pursuing, and set up a sword.

"Ha, otherwise it's not funny!

As Suibok perceived the power of the studio, the studio had also identified the power of Suibok.

In his experience, few look up at themselves and do not cower.

Even a fearless young creation reminds me of fear if I wave myself down from the Great Upper Stage, and I remain desperate.

Those who accept confidently, without any movement.

A powerful man who rarely meets but is close to reciprocating with himself.

I did understand that was Swivok.

"So is this one, he's not a douchebag"

Glad to be here, Swibbock was honest with me.

Not surprisingly, a very normal strong man with an excellent physique and workout.

I can't say there's a show of flattery either, but I can't hide my joy in front of a real strong man who's stepping on the number of places.

"We're gonna have fun, studio!

A very ordinary sword trident, where no magic or fairy art is used.

Obviously ill-bodied Swivok boldly punches into the studio, and a serious offense continues.

Literally scattering a spark, the metal blade spills a little bit and scatters.

Seeing that battle, you hold a sweat in your hands, but among them, the studio's laughter only deepened.

Yes, he was the bearer of sexual roots who did not hesitate to take despicable measures after loading his body with unsweetening workouts.

(Keep meeting! That way, I win...!

A very trivial but decisive craftsmanship was applied to the sword used by Swivok.

Nothing. Very simply, Swivok's sword is more fragile.

"No?"

While we're in a meeting, only the sword I have distorts me.

On the contrary, it was bent and eventually decisively broken.

"I got it. Oh!

Studio swords with excellent stature are so thick and sturdy.

That's obvious even for amateurs, and that's why I don't pay attention to craftsmanship.

Even if they suspect it's too late.

"No..."

If your sword broke during the battle, you can just get stuck like that.

Against Swivok, who has a sword with less than half his body, the studio punches himself all over again.

Very ironically, the sword muscle of the studio, which carried out despicable fine work, was beautifully straightforward.