Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 642

642. Compatibility

How many times have we already met? He
had to memorize the patterns carved into his body. Of course, he didn’t have time to leisurely memorize them.
Unless he was a genius, he would have to struggle and struggle to see what they were looking at.
Encred knew that better than anyone else.
And just today, even though he wasn’t a genius, he had caught a glimpse of what they were looking at.
Encred took in the footsteps of the guy coming out from behind Shinar’s chair, and the blades that were attached to his arms.
He recognized even the smallest gestures without missing a beat, and time began to slow down.
It was the acceleration of thought.
The dull air of the labyrinth felt heavier, and the discomfort was more vivid on his skin.
It would be nice to adjust some of his five senses, but then he wouldn’t be able to compete with the one-hit-killer. He really couldn’t do that because he needed his sixth sense.
That’s why he had to just endure the pressure and discomfort he was feeling right now.
Encred did so. He endured it absentmindedly.
In fact, after repeating it so many times, it wasn’t even a task anymore.
In the slowed time, an orange body approached, drawing a long line. It looked like a blade with legs, glowing orange, approaching.
Since the entire body of the demon One Killer could be considered a weapon, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that.
Along with the long light that continued like an afterimage, One Killer’s body split into several parts, and then reassembled as it approached.
This was the moment when the orange body came into view. Encred’s lips turned up. A smile filled his face.

“Greetings.”

It was a clear voice that could be said to be refreshing. The madman with black hair and blue eyes moved.
Luagarne and Fel were not surprised because they missed Encred’s movements. The fairy clan was
also needless to say. Only Shinar was surprised for a moment.
Encred approached the one-killer and swung his sword vertically.
The blade drew a semicircle above his head.
At first glance, it was a straightforward and honest attack.

‘It’s different.’

What Shinar saw was right. It wasn’t ‘just’ a sword swing.
The blade of the silver sword, which moved in a curved motion, seemed to reflect light.
At the same time, the blade split into dozens like a flower spreading its leaves.
It didn’t actually split. It wasn’t just training my thoughts during today.
It wasn’t just thinking about finding the answer.
It was definitely a time of training. The daily struggles had advanced my skills.
It was an expanded and evolved version of the false blade. Swinging the sword and simultaneously aiming for the killing intent.
Wouldn’t it be meaningful if I could shake the opponent’s composure even a little?
It would have been meaningful for an ordinary opponent, but it wasn’t a one-hit kill.
A demon who lost his wits and was born with only murderous intent judges and moves more decisively than anyone else when entering a combat situation. That’s why he’s not easily fooled.
Even though he was improvising, he extended his sword in the most rational trajectory.

Zzz!

Encred’s true silver sword struck the orange blade as if it were a piece of metal.
If One Killer’s body was made of iron, the shock wave created by the two pieces of iron meeting made the ground shake. Dust rose around them.
The invisible shock wave centered around the two pushed away the unpleasant labyrinth air for an instant.

“Isn’t it fun?”

Encred, who had struck and retreated, asked while shaking his sword in the air. The blow a moment ago made his insides tingle.
He had put that much power into it. He had done the will-swinging technique throughout his entire body so many times today, more than five hundred times, that he could do it even in his sleep.
In addition, the swordsmanship from a moment ago was not intentional, but it was mixed with secret techniques learned from the Heart of Giants and the Giant Slash.
It was natural to mix and match techniques as he repeated today.
That’s why it seemed different to Shinar.
If tearing apart the enemy’s spirit with a blade of murderous intent was a trick, then the swordsmanship that physically harmed him was a blow with proper power.
If you divide the main and the subordinate, the false blade was the subordinate, and the subordinate was a sword that stabbed vertically. On the surface, the main seemed like a false blade, but in reality, it was like this.
Shaking the composure was only an additional purpose.
It was okay to say that it was an attack that mixed the real and the false.
Shinar wasn’t the only one surprised by that blow.

Crackle, crackle. Wood thud.

There was a sound of bones interlocking in One Killer’s body, and the shape of his legs changed. At the same time, his arms also stretched out.

‘First of all, I received the greeting well.’

That kid was serious about his limbs changing.

“I’m having fun, but you’re not?”

Encred asked again. One Killer did not answer. That was natural, since the devil had no mouth.

“He has neither vocal organs nor will.”

Sinar said.

“I know.”

He would know better than Shinar. However, even without a mouth, he can convey his intentions sufficiently through actions.
Just like now. The changed limbs were an expression of his will to fight properly from now on.
Encred accepted it that way. Watching the bastard change, he changed the direction of his feet and lowered the tip of his sword a little.
It wasn’t a threat, but it was a signal to gain the upper hand in a melee. One Killer immediately responded to that signal.

pop!

He kicked the ground and charged. Even though he had increased the time, he came right in front of his nose in the blink of an eye.
It was a charge made with legs that looked like reverse joints.
The thing’s body was faster than the fountain of stone shards that he had kicked up with his foot rose into the air, approaching Encred’s nose
. Along with that, an orange line flew in like a curve. The blade that the god of death swung down split into dozens, aiming for his entire body from his head.
Encred divided his swords in both hands and blocked them one by one.

Tata dadadada dadadang!

From here, I had to divide my thoughts and split my thoughts.
At first, I fought by dividing into dozens like him.
I fought and calculated, and fought while calculating. Then, my nose bled faster than a high-speed accident.
The guy moved more dynamically as if he knew he was going to break his limit. As he tried to calculate everything, of course, his eyes were spinning. But he did it.
He persevered because he never gave up. But the end did not change.
There was enlightenment at the end of failure. Of course, it wasn’t done in just one today.

‘There’s no need to divide it into dozens.’

It didn’t happen overnight, but I got better as each day passed.

‘If you look at the flow in a big way, or the moment in a short way, that’s all there is to it.’

Even though we know we shouldn’t name the technology, we stupidly give it names like high-speed accident and accident splitting.

‘It’s not the definition that matters, it’s the utilization.’

That’s the answer I came to.

‘The wave-blocking sword technique is a sword technique that is designed for long-term fighting.’

I had to focus on continuity, not explosive power. It wasn’t about slashing out in one breath, but about receiving and enduring.
I was learning how to breathe evenly and share my strength in order to fight for a long time. Then, I died because I couldn’t keep up with the swordsman’s determined and accelerated swing.

‘There is a lack of insight into the whole picture.’

Here, the eyes that see the flow open. This is the realm of insight. See far and see long. Develop strategies to fight continuously.
At the same time, you must not be slashed by the sword of the bastard.

‘In short, I see the moment.’

If you have tactical and strategic thinking, you also need combat thinking.
It is thinking that focuses solely on the present moment, to withstand attacks and endure. Here is something I realized again.

‘Continuity or explosion is not the answer. You must not be biased. The important thing is compatibility.’

Mutuality could also be called balance. In other words, maintaining an appropriate explosive power.
Yes, this process was really hard. Even Encred, who considered his ability to never give up as his strength, took two deep breaths in the middle to ponder whether this was right.
The training conditions for the Wavebreaker Sword were complete.
Maintaining an appropriate explosive power.
This was not a swordsmanship that refined the basics. It was a swordsmanship that
accelerated and divided thoughts to utilize what was available.
The meaning and method of implementation were already realized, and it was the result of combining the training methods and executing them.
A meteor shower was pouring down. The orange blades attached to the ends of both arms scattered light in all directions. The scattered light was so wild that it seemed like it would burn the optic nerves.
Encred half-closed his eyes and shook the handle of the True Silver Sword with both hands.
If he tried to perceive it by expanding his five senses, it would burn his head, but if he controlled it and selectively blocked only what was harming his body right now, he wouldn’t have to go that far.
Will, who was running all over his body, protected his organs and body and gave strength to his sword.

Tata dadadada dadadada!

The orange meteor bounced off into the air without achieving its goal.
He could even blink his eyes because he was using his sixth sense. By doing so, Encred reduced the fatigue and burden on his eyes.
The one-killer changed his attack form.
It was a change in tactics following the transformation of his legs and arms.
It was a move that expanded his usability rather than simply relying on his physical abilities.
The thing started kicking in all directions with its two legs. It jumped, kicking the air like a grasshopper, and stomped on the walls and ceiling as if they were ground. It started to
maneuver in three dimensions at a terrifying speed and swung its arms.
The meteor that had filled only the front now flew in, targeting every part of the body, starting from the head, neck, arms, legs, back, and thighs.
Not just the front, but all parts, up, down, left, and right, were within the attack range.

‘I can’t keep up with you just by walking.’

You only need to move as much as necessary at the necessary time. The high-speed thinking found the answer and relayed it to the combat thinking. In fact, there was no process of relaying it. It all happened simultaneously.
Then, a random thought entered one side of my mind.
The pressure unique to the magic world weighed down on my shoulders, and the density of the air, the smell, everything was unpleasant.

‘Sunshine.’

Encred wanted to see the sunlight as he blocked the sword again and again. He also wanted to feel the cool breeze.
The city of fairies smelled of grass everywhere, and the scent of flowers was also strong.

‘It’s a good place.’

Just imagining the sun and the wind and something beneficial, Encred momentarily forgot the pressure that was holding him back.
This was possible because of the leisure that came from split thinking.
Will’s will, the desire to achieve, arises from within and affects his body. His arms and legs moved more lightly.
One side of his thinking understands it, and the other side of his thinking immediately carries it out and executes it.
Split thinking each plays its own role. The One Killer’s attack is fierce and sharp. From the outside, it looks like Encred is barely blocking it. So this is a trick.

“You are doing something ridiculous.”

Sinar muttered. He was that surprised. Was she the only one who was surprised?
He deflected the blade again and again. The hand of death given by the demon One Killer only wavered in vain.
Time passed.
Encred maintained the ‘present’ without forgetting himself or turning away from the present.
The wave barrier, the sword that blocked the waves, blocked all of One Killer’s attacks.
In the middle, the bastard aimed for Fel, but it was useless. Encred waited and struck away the bastard’s sword arm.
Blocking did not simply mean standing and holding the sword like a shield.
Attacking is also a part of defense. He learned these basics before becoming the troublemaker squad leader. Now that he has learned and practiced, it is natural to use it.
Today has passed.

Ttatang! Ttadadadadadang!

To be exact, he spent the whole day blocking the sword. The black one-hit kill that maintained both explosion and continuity, but he didn’t die either.

‘iced coffee.’

Encrid has been intoxicated with joy several times in the meantime.

“Perfecting one swordsmanship is like opening one world.”

I had heard that. At that time, it was just a passing story.
It was a story too distant for both the person who said it and Encred who heard it.
Moreover, the author who said it at that time was only a swordsmanship instructor in a small city. At best, he was a low-level mercenary.
So the swordsmanship he was talking about probably wasn’t something a knight would use.
However, Encred remembered that story now and it definitely touched his heart.
After enduring it for a whole day.
Encred mixed meaningless gestures between his wave-blocking swordsmanship. He
would suddenly lift his left foot and shake it, stick his tongue out, or suddenly turn around in place.
The fight wouldn’t end with just blocking. That was why he found a method.
The demon called One Killer is a being that loses his reason and repeatedly thinks rationally in battle.
Therefore, he would try to give meaning to meaningless actions. That would soon put a burden on his calculations. It
was a method of destruction that he had already tried several times.

‘aperture.’

Encred swung his sword through what appeared to be an opening.

Pick!

Part of his forearm was torn. It wasn’t a big wound. Instead, a little black blood spurted out. At best, it was just a small piece of flesh the size of a pinky fingernail.
The wound quickly filled with an orange glow on his forearm.
That was the beginning. If you want to cut his neck or forearm, you have to release the Wavebreaker Sword.
Then it would be hard to block the One Killer’s blow.
If the Wavebreaker Sword is a shield, just expand the shield’s range a little. Split the thought and mix in some other tricks.
Strictly speaking, you could say that the Wavebreaker Sword is a standardized technique mixed with Encred style.
From the completion of the sword technique to its application.
All of that was accomplished in one day.

“He was a genius.”

Pel muttered, having glimpsed some of the process with his natural talent.

“He’s not just a genius.”

He sighed again. Of course, it was a misunderstanding. It was the result of countless todays overlapping and piling up.
The devil’s arm was torn apart, revealing skin and increasing the orange-colored part.
The devil was dying. No, it would be more correct to say that it was being torn apart.
He had endured a full day. The time that a normal person would have spent sleeping while standing had passed.
It was the second day. He continued the fierce fight without sleeping or resting.
Splitting thoughts reduces the burden on the body. There was no need to whip the body beyond its limits by swinging Will along with high-speed thoughts.
That was the result. A being without a mouth or vocal organs naturally cannot speak.
Instead, it only admits defeat as the wrists, arms, and legs that were cut off under the torn flesh, and then the ankles, toes, and fingers were divided.
It was not a fight that was dramatically won in one go. Encred knew that.
However, it would not be seen that way by those around him.
Fel thought that it was a fight that he would not be able to explain if someone asked him to.
Encred just held on and held on, peeling off layer after layer of skin, carving and slicing the demon to death.
That was it. One Killer lay on the ground. Encred had won.

“……Now all we need to do is get married.”

Sinar said.

“I told you not to do that.”

Encrid immediately responded to the fairy joke and fixed his gaze on the fairy.