Chapter 75
Swaaaak!
The enemy’s health, having allowed a clean hit, plummeted in an instant.
He hadn’t drawn sword aura, so it didn’t drop by much.
Still, he had gained the upper hand.
Seojun prepared his body to seize the momentum.
But at that moment.
The opponent suddenly flung himself backward.
Immersion broken.
Running away in the middle of a fun fight.
Was he flustered after getting hit?
No, surely not.
“Hmm?”
Seojun slackened his grip and lowered his sword with a sour look.
He’d thought, *surely not*, but somehow it seemed his current suspicion was correct.
The enemy had created distance and then abruptly vanished.
At a glance, it looked as if his body had been obscured by the shadow of a large boulder nearby, naturally melting into that penumbra.
Considering the canyon map had plenty of hiding spots thanks to the boulders and slightly recessed terrain, finding him in a short time would be difficult.
What a wonderful thing to do.
In front of over 100,000 people.
Haa.
Seojun let out a sigh.
“No way, I kept thinking ‘surely not,’ but what is a ranker supposed to do if he doesn’t even check his own interface?”
When the round starts, you can see which core traits the opponent has chosen.
All the steam just went out of it.
- Ah lolololol
- Let’s go teabagging
- If the streamer had been using Absorption Method, that strategy would’ve been slightly commendable, but this is just… lololololol
- Truly disgracing the unorthodox sects lolololol
- The streamer has no health recovery!
He hadn’t expected it at all.
Was that what’s been nagging at him for a while now? Preparing to flee made his attack seem weird.
“Haa.”
Seojun exhaled a heavy sigh.
Even if he didn’t check the traits, he could have caught the various signs that the traits had changed during the fight.
“Let’s just rest a bit. I’ll play along too, for the sake of matching the rhythm.”
The price for ruining his fun.
- But why couldn’t he dodge that attack earlier?
- In my view, Sapoom’s mentality just broke
- He was cornering him well though
- Real talk lol
About 2 minutes had passed, perhaps.
Shwee-ae-aek!
A sound slicing through the wind rang out from somewhere.
Guessing the direction, Seojun turned his body, consciously moving his arm in the same instant.
Detecting and then reacting would make his body too slow; he was sure to be struck.
A dagger was flying at him.
Tang.
He blocked it, somewhat narrowly.
No follow-up attack came.
Seojun suppressed a chuckle.
“Probably flustered right about now, don’t you think?”
- lololol
- ???: Huh, why did he give up looking for me?
- Why does that guy still not check his interface?
- Crowned the ultimate blockhead of the unorthodox sects!
- Sapoom: I am the early bird that gets the worm!
The attack just now was clearly sent to test whether the battle timer might have reset.
“Shall we pretend to look for him, just once?”
Seojun walked towards the rock formation opposite where the dagger came from and began his act.
“Oh. Huh? A. Dag. Ger. Came. From. Here?”
Each word enunciated, in a loud voice.
- No, lololol who’s gonna fall for that
- Even astroturfing would be caught immediately if done like that lololololol
- This. Is. Really. Delicious!
At this point, noticing something strange is only normal.
“What is this?”
The Dignity of the Unorthodox emerged from a crevice among the distant rocks and said.
“How did you do it? Why aren’t you dead? Plenty of time should have passed by now.”
Well, naturally.
“It’s because of the Heavenly Demonic Qi.”
He had been reborn as a true Heavenly Demon wielding the Heavenly Demonic Divine Art, so this was roughly correct.
“Could you actually be a real bug user?”
“That’s right.”
“Hah. So it was true. Your side is finished now then.”
Seojun maintained a grave expression while desperately suppressing his laughter.
- lolololololol
- Dude, what’s wrong with him?
- Was his image always like this?
- He was a bit smart and hardworking, but now he’s turned into a moron.
“Let’s just finish this quickly. I have many rankers to deal with.”
“Go ahead then.”
Why does he look so relieved?
Even his eyes, looking down on Seojun as if he’d expected this.
No more words were exchanged.
Seojun again waited until the enemy approached first, and while The Dignity of the Unorthodox was less desperate than before, he still didn’t fight sloppily.
Seojun whittled down his health whenever an opportunity arose while defending, and so The Dignity of the Unorthodox depleted all his health and collapsed.
[You have won the duel.]
The one-on-one duel, a best of three, was over.
- Rank 5 cut down easily!
- But his mentality did seem a bit broken
- He didn’t just outright beat him either. He was pressured in the beginning.
- This is the streamer, and this is the Heavenly Demon!
- The Heavenly Killing Star is different. The Heavenly Killing Star is different. The Heavenly Killing Star is different. The Heavenly Killing Star is different.
- Holy shi lolololol What kind of self-hypnosis is that??? Did you invest points in something?
After coming back out, Seojun immediately queued up again.
“Next!”
* * *
About a minute later, the third duel match was made.
Again, it was a high-ranking ranker.
Was this the result of the ranker named The Dignity of the Unorthodox opening the floodgates? Or had it always been like this?
The Guild Master had clearly said he could get 4 wins in a row without any trouble.
This map was an open field with nothing but grass.
“Greetings.”
Hmm.
The moment he heard the greeting, he could tell this opponent wasn’t normal.
The previous opponent had been a bit lacking in intelligence stat, but at least he didn’t have a concept.
‘Maybe I’m not one to talk. No, I’m doing it for the fun of the stream.’
His own concept antics stemmed from professional spirit, not fun or satisfaction, so the nature was different.
At least, he thought so.
After nodding to himself several times internally, Seojun looked straight ahead.
“Nice to meet you.”
The opponent’s nickname was.
[ThisIsn’tMurim]
He vaguely remembered seeing this name somewhere.
“Rank 6, was it?”
“That’s right. I am honored you remember.”
What’s there to be honored about?
“Ah, and you posted on the community board.”
“You saw that?”
Seojun grinned.
“Yeah. I heard the Volcano of the Volcano Sect is an extinct volcano. Is that right?”
“…….”
“Couldn’t it actually be an active volcano? Ah, if it were, you wouldn’t be able to establish a sect? Hmm, I guess extinct volcano is correct after all.”
“…….”
ThisIsn’tMurim, who had briefly lost his words, lit up his eyes and lifted his head.
“Prepare yourself.”
“Alright, come at me then. I’ll face you with the ultimate technique of my Holy Cult, the Hundred Step Divine Fist.”
“You…!”
“Or, I shall face you with the Heavenly Demon’s unique secret art, the Twenty-Four Movements of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique...”
“Gaaaaar!”
- lololololol
- What a seriously nasty bastard lololololololololol
- Volcano = Extinct Volcano. Noted...
- Stop beating up the Murim old-timer lolololol
- As has been the way since ancient times, Murim is where you sell hamburgers in inns!
Somehow, he feels endearing.
“Prepare yourself!”
The sect the opponent chose was Green Forest. His weapon was a massive greatsword.
It looked like the largest he had seen in *For the Sake of Chivalry*.
At that size, his attack speed might be comparable to Seojun’s, who was under a debuff.
Step. Step.
The enemy started moving first.
Having approached slowly across the field illuminated red by the sunset, the enemy gradually began to pick up speed.
His momentum was like an enraged rhinoceros.
Seojun slowly raised his sword straight in front of him.
A red sheen glowed over the sword body, which perfectly matched Seojun’s taste looted from the Demonic Cult.
“I will show you what true martial arts and chivalry are. Come at me.”
A cool breeze blew.
Nice map.
“Fine! Let’s see you try to show me!”
Huuup.
The bandit, having reached right in front of him, planted his feet to brake his momentum-driven body.
He let out a deep breath, hoisting his heavy greatsword high to look down upon his target, Seojun.
‘They say all bandits make their avatars huge.’
Seojun clicked his tongue and ducked his body.
Blocking a Green Forest attack invested in external martial arts traits would be a losing proposition.
Fwooosh!
The sound of the blade splitting the air was particularly loud.
Maybe because it passed right above his crown.
Seojun raised his gaze to the enemy, who seemed even taller as he kept his head ducked.
In that moment, ThisIsn’tMurim, who was preparing his next attack, felt a chilling sensation, as if he had just spotted a wild beast right before a hunt.
“It’s my turn now, isn’t it?”
Seojun focused his mind and infused his sword with internal energy.
Dark blue internal energy, creating the illusion of deep sea currents, layered over Seojun’s sword.
Sword aura.
However, the inner power of the Heavenly Demonic Divine Art, said in the lore to rival strong energy began to ride along his blade.
‘Pretty.’
While he liked it, he disliked that the martial arts of the Demonic Cult were depicted so beautifully.
Proper historical authenticity demands that everything in the Demonic Cult should have a screw loose somewhere.
Anyway, he was in the middle of a fight.
“Let’s see you try dodging this.”
Swaaaaak!
Seojun swung his sword from bottom to top.
The dark blue energy surged all the way up to the sky.
‘The performance is definitely good.’
It far exceeded the distance a normal sword aura could travel.
It seemed usable even as a ranged option.
Not that his internal energy was infinite, so he’d use it occasionally to create unexpected variables.
“Keuheuheu. That was dangerous!”
Hmm.
ThisIsn’tMurim shouted loudly.
Pulling out strong energy didn’t make its speed faster. That slowness was the price of strong energy.
Thus, ThisIsn’tMurim managed to tilt his head back and dodge.
‘I’m not disappointed.’
They’ve just each taken a measure of the other.
“Then it’s my turn! Keuhaha!”
He’s excited, that guy.
Kwaaaaang!
The greatsword, tracing a vertical line from top to bottom, smashed into the ground right beside Seojun.
The tremor of the earth traveled up his feet and spread throughout his body.
Seojun, who had slightly twisted his body to evade the greatsword, used his own sword to sweep upward against the weapon lodged in the ground next to him, adjusting his posture.
He raised his sword high, gripping it with both hands.
“Heh. I’ll return the favor just the same.”
But he seemed excited too.
Emotions are contagious.
Seojun bared his teeth in a grin.
Fwoosh!
Dark blue sword aura that surged as if catching fire.
He drew a straight, vertical line from top to bottom.
Kwaaaaang!
The ground caved in, and demonic energy shot forth, sweeping across the grassland behind the battleground.
Like a wildfire spreading through a barley field.
“My turn again!”
Kwaaaaang!
“This time it’s mine.”
Kwaaaaang!
The earth’s axis trembled.
Seojun’s attack speed was slightly slower, but the fact remained that both were fundamentally tagged with ‘very slow attack speed’.
Kwaaaaang!
That’s why their attacks didn’t connect.
Kwaaaaang!
No matter how brilliant or unconventional a move you used, if it was slow, it was possible to see it coming and dodge.
It would be different if the movement classified as movement speed were slow too, but the bandit’s attack speed was slow because of his weapon.
Kwaaaaang!
Seojun simply had the skill to almost never get hit by most attacks anyway.
A sword drawn diagonally.
Since the opponent wouldn’t block, ThisIsn’tMurim simply slammed his huge greatsword straight into the ground.
It seemed he did that because stopping mid-swing was too difficult.
How like an ignorant bandit.
“Hehehe. Fighting like this, doesn’t it feel like we are starting to understand true martial arts?”
Is that so?
Earth and weeds burst into the air and then fell back to the ground, obscuring their vision.
Pat-pat-patter.
Seojun prepared his next attack and asked.
“So, do you think you can keep dodging forever?”
“I could do this all day!”
I see.
Hearing the answer, Seojun nodded in understanding and lowered his arm.
Kwaaaaang!
- Why are they taking turns waiting for the other to attack lolololol
- Slow idiots lolololol
- This is freaking overflowing with romance lololol what the hell
- Since when did this game turn into turn-based combat?
- Was this the Murim you wanted to talk about...... I’m moved, you punk (sniffle)
- Please don’t get moved by a fight like this, seriously lolololol