9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 188

Episode 188

Vaporization. Slave Trader Lung Doge’s Misfortune (4)

Limp!

The iron bars fell and the gag loosened from Ballinan’s mouth.

“Paha!”

Ballinan let out a deep breath and looked up at Yuma.

In the meantime, Yuma punched the two slave officials and swung his sword three times toward the ceiling on the Cherkin side.

The decorative magic lights hanging from the ceiling were sliced like cheese and fell mercilessly to the floor. Shards of glass flew in all directions and clouds of dust rose.

“Are you okay?”

Ballinan didn’t answer, just nodded. It was not a person, but a stiff movement like a wooden brother. The bright and cheerful boy was nowhere to be seen.

But there was no time to worry about Ballinan.

Wow!

A huge disc-shaped aurablaird flew through the blurry vision. It was Cherkin’s attack.

Yuma fired an Ascalon to pulverize the aurablaird, then threw an aura orb to break the wall behind Barlinan.

The thick wall burst like an eggshell. Nearby slaves held out their chains at Yuma, screaming for her to be freed.

It was understandable that they couldn’t grasp the situation. Maybe now is the only chance to run away.

However, I couldn’t bear the fact that the Blue Aura Blaird continued to fly in, and it buzzed like a mosquito.

“Those who will become, bounce, and those who will die, keep talking! Ballinan! You just run away over there! I’ll take care of it right away and follow you!”

Lung’s escort three sword masters rushed at Yuma at once.

The half-naked women didn’t move, as if they were determined to protect Lung.

They approached Yuma, killing the obstinate slaves like insects.

He was accustomed to committing murder or witnessing a murder scene. However, it was not even a battlefield, and killing people recklessly always made Yuma uncomfortable.

Kakakang!

Yuma slashed the two blades with Ascalon and grabbed one with his gauntlet-clad hand.

The escort caught by the blade gasped and tried to get away, but Yuma pulled the blade like a rope and sent a headbutt to the guy’s head.

There was a dull sound of skull and nose colliding, and the other two sword masters thrust their blades at Yuma again.

Yuma couldn’t wield the sword as randomly as they did. Because there was a fear that the slaves would die.

All of the slaves may not be good men worth protecting, but I didn’t want to commit unnecessary killing.

The auras of the escort sword masters were fiercely shining and aimed at Yuma’s neck. Yuma stabbed Ascalon between the two swords that interlocked from both sides.

The moment the blades met, Yuma exploded the aura surrounding Ascalon, forcing the escorts to retreat.

“What are you doing, Ballinan! Run away!”

Fighting with Barlinan behind was tiring. As long as there were Cherkins, it was impossible to protect Ballinan perfectly.

Mumble mumble.

But Ballinan seemed to have no intention of running away. No, he looked like someone who had lost his soul.

With his eyes closed, he continued to mumble in a bizarre language that was not a continental language.

‘Did I go crazy?’

No matter how cheerful a boy may be, he was clearly a prince of the great noble family of Phobian. For Ballinan, who has been a precious youngster all his life, the experience of a slave auction deserves a considerable psychological shock.

Since he was even beaten, it was no wonder that it remained as a lifelong psychological trauma.

The problem is that the situation is too urgent right now. The greatsword Cherkin wielded savagely was about to fall.

“Ballinan! Wake!”

The bell ringing sound again. It was the sound of Oh Loveblaird as Cherkin kicked off the dust and blew it.

Yuma cheered up and decided to face Cherkin for now.

I recovered a lot of my physical strength with the health food earlier, but my physical condition was not as perfect as usual.

Cherkin wielded the huge greatsword freely and put pressure on Yuma. Yuma also defended against Cherkin’s attack by making full use of a quicksword that made Ascalon look bent.

“Suck!”

“Ha!”

Slaves and officials collapsed or flew in the air at the shock wave emitted by Yuma and Cherkin’s battle.

“Today, I will definitely make a decision!”

“What a mess! Damn it!”

He was sarcastic, but it wasn’t the truth. Yuma was worried about Ballinan behind her, and her head was pounding.

bang! Kwak! bang!

Whenever the Ascalon and the Greatsword crossed and intertwined, a roar arose. Stone dust constantly dripped from the ceiling.

“Cherkin! It’s all going to collapse here! Go out and fight!”

As the fight took an unusual turn, Lung let out a nervous cry.

It didn’t matter if the slaves were killed or injured, but the collapse of the auction house seemed to be a blow.

Regardless of whether Lung stomped his feet or not, Yuma and Cherkin only fired frenzied blades at each other.

“I am the best in Haseo! A guy like you! Cuck!”

Overwork!

It wasn’t the sound of stabbing Cherkin’s body with an Ascalon. During a power struggle with swords facing each other, Yuma twisted to the side and stamped Cherkin’s foot with her heel.

Cerkin gritted his teeth while enduring the excruciating pain in his feet, as if he hadn’t thought of just making a big attack.

Then, Yuma narrowed the angle as much as possible and swung Ascalon. A few strands of Cherkin’s hair were cut off and scattered in the air.

Cherkin showed signs of slowing down for a moment and adjusted his distance from Yuma.

In the meantime, Yuma looked back.

Ballinan was still muttering something. Yuma’s heart sank as he looked at Barlinan’s appearance at first glance.

‘Hey, why are you doing this!’

The whites of the eyes are glistening and biting into crab foam!

It seemed that his mind had completely collapsed from the shock. He looked like someone suffering from severe epilepsy.

“Ah-oh-oh-oh, you dare to dare to protect someone against me…

Gooooh!

Cherkin now decided to unleash all power. Near Cherkin, stone dust and dust created a small whirlwind.

“Cherkin! don’t do that! My Sir Store! The auction house is collapsing!”

The aura surrounding Cherkin’s greatsword became much thicker than before. Yuma decided that a decision had to be made before he could properly gather his strength.

If something like that flew in intact, he might be able to block or avoid it, but he couldn’t protect Ballinan.

However, the three sword masters were a problem.

As if they understood Yuma’s intentions, they relentlessly ran towards Yuma. The guy whose sword was broken had brought a new weapon.

“Ballinan you crazy kid. That’s how you die! Come to your senses!”

Although our time together was short, Ballinan was also a colleague. That was the reason Yuma’s heart became impatient.

I can’t let this guy die here.

Fu-wook! Ascalon pierced the throat of one sword master. He had to endure the damage of slightly cutting his thigh, but this was enough.

It was the moment when a decisive battle was needed.

Yuma kicked the other two leisurely and began to collect ‘storm’ in the palm of his hand.

Slaves who had not yet escaped could be swept to death, but their lives were not more important than those of their comrades.

Originally, Storm was a skill that required considerable time and concentration to cast. In an urgent situation like now, Yuma’s stage was still not enough to unfold instantly.

What worried me more than anything was the reverse flow. Since the body had not fully recovered, there was no answer if regurgitation occurred due to loss of concentration.

“Your signature is arrogance, Yuma.”

“Cherkin. If your life lasts until tonight, know that it’s because of this crazy kid behind me!”

However, Cherkin had already finished preparing to launch an attack containing 10% of his power.

He drew his greatsword all the way back and tried to launch a fatal aura blast at Yuma.

Yuma tensed up and brought the small storm she had gathered to her chest. It was to wear the storm and offset Cherkin’s attack.

It was then.

Ballinan said in clear Imperial language.

“…so that the contractor, Ballinan Faubian, pays a fair price.

Standing between light and darkness, one endowed with nature’s immoral enforcer power.”

But Yuma couldn’t hear Ballinan’s voice.

It was because Cherkin’s greatsword was falling to the ground with a flash of light that lit up the auction house.

Yuma’s eyes widened as he waited for the moment when his blow would strike him and Ballinan.

Let’s stick together!

Sharp brilliance also gushed from Ascalon.

“Igmeseus, the spirit king, will reveal himself.”

Crying!

Suddenly, Ballinan vomited a handful of blood and collapsed.

And Yuma and Cherkin were unable to deliver a blow containing their essence.

It is because of the sudden great earthquake.

“What are you doing! Aww! Cherkin!

What have you done, I’m sorry!”

Woogeungeun I Woogeungeun II – – – – • I ■ – • The entire interior of the large auction hall was shaken. It took less than five seconds for the walls, floor, and ceiling to crack and start collapsing.

And the tiny body of Bali Nunn floating in the air.

Then the body was stained with an unpleasant dark green light.

Yuma immediately remembered a similar scene and held his breath.

There was little difference from when Pidgin Carta manifested by borrowing Jeka’s body.

Ballinan’s diminutive frame was no longer visible. In the place where that delicate body floated, there was a green spiritual body much larger than Hugo.

The spirit body had a shape similar to that of a human being, but had no lower body, and had a strange appearance with forearms five times thicker than the neck.

[I never thought I would do such a troublesome thing. Oh, these ant-like bastards. uh? what are you two do you do something? Of the two, who is Yuma?

Hi Sipa.]

However, one of the biggest differences from Pidgin Carta.

Contrary to his overbearing appearance, the spirit king seemed to have quite the temperament of a bully.

“grow.”

[If you grow up, stick with me, bitch. But why are you talking half-heartedly?]

“You speak half-heartedly too. If you feel bad, I will raise it.”

[Wow, it’s the back goal. I’ll get it first, see you later.]

Well, something like this idiot is a transcendent being with power…. He was dumbfounded inside, but Yuma just shrugged his shoulders.

Cherkin, Lung, and his escorts looked at Igmeseus with absurd faces.

“What the hell is that!”

Unlike Rung, who was in a rage, Cherkin was taking a defensive posture after recognizing King Jeongryeong’s ‘force’.

[What are you looking at, you bastards. Even if it wasn’t just restrictions ha! Anyway, get ready to search!]

Igmeseus raised his rocky fist high. Yuma naturally moved behind Igmeseus.

I don’t know what he was trying to do, but it was clear that the power of the Spirit King would be enormous.

[Bababang!]

Igmeseus swung his fist and hit the floor.

However, it was limited to the sound of a faint sound coming from the floor.

Loong and his crew, who were very nervous, only blinked their eyes.

“Ughhh! Cherkin! Don’t be scared and kill that one too!”

pop! Puffup! pop! pop…!

A sound like firecrackers exploding. In fact, ‘cute’ explosions began to occur in the air.

Hundreds of lower spirits emerged from that small explosion. Light, fire, water, wind, ground, and trees were all diverse.

[Hey guys! Sweep it all away! Hahaha!]

Then, the figure of Igmeseus disappeared and Ballinann’s body fell to the floor.

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