Solo Swordmaster Chapter 98

Episode #98. why are you asking that?

Hae-sik (破解式)

A technique created by analyzing a specific martial art or swordsmanship and aiming for its loopholes.

Since the essence itself is a thorough counter, a proper breaking ceremony can give you an overwhelming advantage over opponents who have mastered the target skill.

If you have to compare it, you can say it is a cheat sheet with answers to a specific test paper written on it.

So it was.

This is the reason why Shelong received the shock that the definition of the Hae-shik he knew itself was shattered.

‘Is that possible? It’s not about martial arts, it’s about concocting a destructive formula against humans themselves?’

Rather, it would be understandable if he had seen through and understood the martial arts that the young man used.

Any type of study is ultimately a skill.

If it is a standardized thing that can be learned and taught, on the contrary, it is also possible to formulate a destructive formula.

That’s why, since ancient times, in Murim, martial arts were strictly managed as one-person transmission or non-person fight, and even risked one’s life for a secret book.

However, what Limon was telling Wei Ling over the phone right now was not the breaking ceremony of martial arts.

A young man with a knife.

It was the destruction of that human being itself.

[Amyuchohon (暗喩招魂). Alternating tax.]

While spinning his body like a top, Wei-Ling stealthily thrusts his sword into the blind spot when the hem of his clothes blocked the young man’s view.

A young man ducking his head.

The moment he tries to strike back.

Fuck!

“Heheh?!”

Suddenly, the palm of the other hand, which had been swung instead of a sword, struck the young man’s chin.

From the beginning, it was just a black heap.

The result was possible because the actual first hand was the other hand.

What was frightening was the fact that the order was given even before the attack was launched.

It was as if he knew from the beginning that the young man would avoid it like that.

It was the same with the subsequent workshop.

[Baekhwa Falling Water (百化落手) Gyeongdongse]

Received the unexpectedly thrown knife with a graceful swordsmanship like a wave with petals scattered.

[Ssangbong Yeon-ro (雙峯輦路) Yu Cheon-se.] The

two knives that were secretly pulled out slightly pushed the sides so that they collided with each other.

[Bicheongyoeo (飛泉鮫魚) seomjeonse.]

I stab the thigh in advance to block the intention to buy time with a kick and step back and reorganize.

whether attacking or defending.

Weiring that breaks all moves in advance.

How thorough was the response.

He, who had been an unmatchable formidable enemy just a moment ago, now looked like a butterfly caught in an invisible net.

“What is this?! A transaction that uses even 『pre-forecasting』? No, no matter how much the prophecy skill is, isn’t this too much!”

A young man yelling out loud, perhaps because he was quite frustrated.

That was a reasonable reasoning.

Unless it was a prophecy-type skill, it wouldn’t have been possible to block all actions so perfectly.

The problem was that Limon, who was giving Wei-Ling instructions, was doing something far beyond common sense.

‘Instructing an herbivore to read and respond to his movements by digging into every one of his ways of thinking and behavior!’

It was no longer a breaking ceremony.

In other words, strategy.

It is as if the raid boss analyzes when and in what pattern to move and makes the hunting method.

Limon perfectly understood the young man in the clown mask and devised a formula that would surely defeat him.

‘…What level do I have to reach to be able to do something like this without seeing it myself?’

If Limon had seen that young man fighting here and ordered a response in real time, he would have been convinced.

Originally, it was natural for a master to be able to read the movement of sewage.

But Limon is not here.

Still, what a huge gap there must be to give such perfect instructions over the phone.

I couldn’t even imagine.

‘No, no matter how much it is, if you don’t know about him, you won’t be able to formulate a destructive formula, right? When did the swordsman meet Lee Ja?’

For a moment, I wondered how they could analyze a young man they had never seen in such detail.

Shelong suddenly opened her eyes wide.

It was because he realized that Limon and the young man had a single, almost unique point of contact.

‘Could it be… an autopsy?’

When the disaster at Black Dragon Construction happened.

It is a little-known fact that Limon identified hundreds of corpses one by one.

However, he knew that thanks to going around to find Limon’s mistake, so he was able to make a scary guess.

‘You read everything about him just by looking at the scars on his body?’

If you look at it theoretically.

It is by no means impossible.

A coroner with the 『Inspection』 skill can find out many things, from the weapon used to the method of killing and the characteristics of the culprit, just by examining a corpse.

Just as a profiler with the skill of “Detecting Criminal Psychology” can read the personality and behavior of criminals.

However, the theory is only a theory because it is difficult to implement into reality.

In fact, the tracers who investigated Black Dragon Construction couldn’t dig out details about the culprit.

But what if Tracer couldn’t figure out the information, but only relying on his own experience and keen eye to find out, and even concocted a method to solve it?

‘…Limon Aspelder.’

Shelong felt chills.

If your guess is true.

It was only natural that Limon perfectly knew and instructed the martial arts as well as the herbivores.

From the Bronze Age to the Age of Heroes, Limon and the Seven Dragons fought for hundreds of years.

There was no way that he, who perfectly grasped the perpetrator with only the scars left on the corpse, could not fail to see through the school of the Seven Dragons, which had fought countless times.

In that sense, Limon might be the one who knows the most about the seventy-two kinds of the Seven Dragons.

maybe more than themselves.

‘Humanity’s last sword master.’

At best, I thought it was obsolete.

So I had no doubts.

If the Seven Dragons really do their best.

If you add the power of the monarch to that.

Limon could kill anyone.

But is it really so?

Can you really defeat Limon by risking everything to win a match?

The monster that has been defending the world for the past hundreds of years and has reigned at the pinnacle of mankind even after facing the seven dragons that ate even the gods?

‘Our ancestors… have fought against monsters like that?’

A belief that is gradually crumbling.

Doubts about the firm belief.

In the overflowing chaos, Shelong could only look at Limon with fearful eyes.

* * *

When Shelong trembles with fear.

There was a person who felt the thrill in a completely different sense.

[Cooking and shaking (醉蛇搖動) bombardment force.]

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Stab, bounce, and swing the sword.

It’s something I’ve been doing for half my life.

Reproduction of herbivore, which is not particularly new, and is almost engraved in instinct due to repeated training.

Nonetheless, at this moment.

Wei Ling felt very unfamiliar with the swordsmanship she was using.

It wasn’t just because he was able to pour out a one-sided offensive against the young man, the opponent of the original upgrade.

Limon’s instructions tailored to the situation.

That languid voice makes the familiar herbivore unfamiliar.

[A large rice bowl appears.]

It was the same with this directive.

Just like the meaning of a big frog swallowing an egg, Taewasikran is a herbivore that surprises its prey with its sword, like a frog stretching out its tongue.

However, Limon tells him to stab the sword slowly.

By applying it to Natase, a variation of other herbivores.

That’s crazy no matter who sees it. It was an act that gave the enemy a chance to counterattack.

But the results were different.

Chew!

“What a bitch?!”

Like a hitter who swings the bat aiming for a fastball and misses a slow-flying changeup.

Because the speedy sword, which was perfect everywhere, suddenly slowed down, the young man who tried to counterattack after dodging jumped into the blade himself and cut his cheek.

Hard to believe results even after doing it yourself.

Most surprising of all was the flow of psionics.

The seventy-two types of martial arts are martial arts and jeolhak.

It is a training method invented by the seven great dragons to pass on their power, psionics, to humans.

Therefore, psionic currents exist in all herbivores of the seventy-two species, and if mixed and used, they can fall into the coin intoxication and become or die.

However, the random herbivore directed by Limon never interrupted the flow of psionics.

No, rather, it exploded the psionic power and created a haughty flow like a flood.

Whenever Limon instructed to eat grass.

Every time I swing my sword like a herbivore.

The psionics increase more and more, and as the powerful psionics run through the veins, the sword’s momentum becomes faster and stronger.

“What do you mean? Wasn’t your comrade’s skill at this level? But why are you so fierce!”

[Black lotus points (黑蓮點水) Don Huang Se.]

Chan!

A young man talking about something.

But I don’t really care.

He just continued to practice his swordsmanship as if possessed by something while immersed in the flow of psionics.

‘This is a non-resonant sword?’

Wei Ling was thinking.

Mu-gongjin-geom-ryu is a Jeol-hak based on stealth, and its true value is in surprise and assassination.

But at this moment.

The non-resonant sword style taught by Limon was different.

Instead of hiding their appearance, they kill their presence to disturb their senses, grasp the opponent’s psychology, and penetrate blind spots to catch them off guard.

empty oneself

Leaves only the moving sword.

to become one’s own sword.

The extreme meaning of the non-resonant sword style, which she had not realized before, was being engraved on her body.

Besides, that wasn’t the only thing the last sword master named Limon carved.

[Bijyeongcheomcheom(秘經添添) Bukdanse Gunggakpilyu(宮刻筆留) rating tax.]

Linkage of herbivores beyond order.

A fusion of originally disparate borders.

The innumerable swordweeds created by the interlocking of the two.

The infinite possibilities that emerge one after another from the Mu-gongjin sword, which I thought I had learned everything about, make my heart pound.

‘-fun.’

The sword is just a tool.

Swordsmanship is a simple tool.

She had believed that way, but she couldn’t possibly do that now.

The feeling of becoming one with the sword is fun.

It’s fun to know the new herbivores.

The shaking of the psionic is enjoyable.

All of that made me feel the joy of swinging a sword for the first time in my life, like a child who received a birthday present.

As much as I wished that this moment could last forever.

But unfortunately, the wind ended with the wind.

[Let’s see, he must have five or six wounds on his body by now. Then let’s put an end to it now.]

At that moment, Wei Ling realized.

Even if Limon is a great prosecutor, he can be wrong, and his insight is not perfect.

Is it because I came out of the trance?

Or is it just because the instructions are over?

Wei-Ling opened her mouth, calmly swallowing the rising regret instead of the rapidly disappearing pleasure.

“There is no need for that.”

[ok? Why?]

“It’s already over.”

[What do you mean it’s over?]

“It means I’ve already let go of both arms of the beast and put a knife to your neck.”

[…why did you win already? I haven’t even taught you Jeolcho yet?]

“That’s right.”

If I had done a little more, I would have been able to learn to Jeolcho.

Wei-Ling lamented that he met an enemy who was too weak at a time like this, and Limon was shaken.

Listening to the two of them, the young man whose arms were cut off and trampled by Wei Ling’s feet suddenly mumbled between the torn mask with an absurd face.

“I lost my arm, but what am I supposed to do if my comrades feel so sorry for me?”

Limon’s answer to that was clear.

[What the hell, what the hell, you bastard.