Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 533

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Article Jamal moved Will and made him cry the sword in his right hand.

Woof!

It’s a vibrating sword again.

Encred watched the trembling blade create an afterimage.

The sword sang and the blades seemed to multiply into dozens and hundreds. It was similar to watching a bee’s wings fluttering.

If that sword wasn’t more chatty than Azpen, then it would have been the swordsmanship of Knight Jamal.

“Try receiving it again.”

Jamal spoke and swung his sword. There was no sound of the ground hitting the ground, no sound of the blade cutting through the air.

The sword wielded by one who had risen to the level of a knight moved beyond the perception of ordinary people.

A speed that exceeds the limit flies in with a muffled sound.

This state of affairs is called ‘the moment when sound dies.’

It is a name given by a minstrel after hearing the explanation.

In reality, he just swings his sword faster than the sound. To the average person, the sound and the movement appear to be out of sync.

It was the same for those who wandered around the space where sound died, which could be called the inside.

Encred was able to read his opponent’s attack one step ahead of his timeline and at the same time judge it to be difficult to dodge.

It was a difficult trajectory to avoid. No, it was a sword being swung to block.

It was a move that seemed to be intended to end the fight with a single blow rather than a series of sword fights.

If you dodge, you have to give the enemy an offensive.

Encred raised his sword towards the trajectory Jamal swung, releasing a burst of power.

‘Kick it out.’

The moment the will was imbued, it immediately became Will, turning into a heavy mass that added strength to both legs, lower abdomen, and right arm. It was natural that the heart of monstrous strength was activated.

Bam!

The two weapons met and an explosion occurred. This time, their positions did not intersect.

They just swung their swords and struck each other, each taking two steps back equally.

“You’re so ignorant.”

Jamal said.

Encred just nodded.

It was just a pretense that he was more ignorant.

Woohoo.

Jamal’s sword still cried. The sword’s trembling created a certain wave, and that wave soon became the power that was applied to the sword strike.

Knights are those who use their will to exert strength beyond their limits.

The sword of such a knight was so powerful that it could even cut through a lump of refined iron cleanly.

The great power contained in Jamal’s sword was structured like that.

On the other hand, Encrid simply took it by force.

The technique of isolation trained the body like never before, and the heart of great strength multiplied the strength contained in the body. Therefore, the power of the sword strikes they made against each other was similar.

That’s why I said Jamal was ignorant. It seemed like he mixed his techniques while his opponent just used Will as a whole to block.

Is it a wasteful way of doing things? Or is it an innate strength?

‘Take the wave as your strength?’

As Jamal watched, Encred switched his sword to his other hand and shook his right hand, seemingly trying to relieve the shock.

Jamal, who saw that, immediately stabbed him with his sword.

A stab like a ray of light, separate from the calm tone of speech, aimed for Encred’s heart.

Even if you take it with the power of the black sword, what are you going to do about the stabbing?

Ttatang, ttadadadadadadadadadang!

Encred parried the stab with the sword in his left hand and let it flow away. No, he didn’t stop just by letting it flow away.

Even after the sword was spilled, it continued to curve without stopping, flying towards Jamal’s neck like a noose.

Jamal lay back, braced his waist and pulled at his outstretched sword.

He picked it up and the blade grazed the tip of his chin.

There was no room for blood to splatter. The blade that had grazed him fell down from above, aiming for his stomach. Jamal dodged by lying back and pulled his sword with more force.

The weapon in Jamal’s hand was longer, so he would have the advantage if he drew instead of dodging.

It was a split-second decision, but it was also an effective one, so Encrid had to fly to the side.

He couldn’t give up his own neck instead of stabbing himself in the stomach.

With a snap, Jamal’s sword slashed through the air. Encred, who had been in the same spot as before, had moved a step and a half to the side.

Jamal, who quickly straightened his posture, said with a smile.

“Isn’t it just strength that matters?”

The technology of this opponent is also quite formidable.

For a moment, Jamal almost envied his opponent’s talent.

Look at this.

How many years has it been since you became a knight?

Even if I had reached the level of a knight right then and there, the opponent in front of me would have survived my sword attack, but it hadn’t only been a year or so.

However, his strength and skills are not that far behind his own.

‘Will Corwin be disappointed if he sees this?’

That kid has been intoxicated with the talent I have had since he was young. That arrogance, that talent that he enjoys, is also Corwin’s talent, but the man in front of him seemed to be just as talented.

A refined blade. The man in front of him looked like he had made a blade by hitting and striking steel with a hammer countless times.

‘I am not satisfied with the talent I have, but I light the way with effort.’

This was a mistake anyone could make. It wasn’t Jamal’s fault.

It wasn’t talent, it was just hard work that got him through, but Jamal couldn’t know that.

Encred has reached the level of a knight, so who would look at the current Encred and discuss his meager talents?

Whether it was an illusion or not, nothing changed. Jamal looked at his opponent and sharpened his blade.

‘The waves don’t work.’

So what should we do next?

Jamal moved on to the next step. It’s a technique that makes good use of waves, but it’s not my specialty.

Jamal never gave his all in one breath to anyone. He enjoyed the way he unleashed what he had one by one. Barnes didn’t like this aspect of Jamal’s personality, but it was the form that best matched his own special talents.

So this was Jamal’s best.

Anyway, next was the inspection.

Because there was a peerless genius named Corwin within the Knights Templar who could see the future, Jamal naturally had to constantly train his swordsmanship.

In order to write a number that would work on a guy who could read all the numbers, you had to twist and twist it again while hiding your intentions.

I tried the same thing this time too.

Land, thud, thud!

As Jamal attempted to strike the crown of the head with a sharp swing of his sword, Encred switched his sword and struck.

It was a Valery steel sword that reflected blue light.

The original technique was to immediately extend the right foot and bend the blade downwards when the original Jeongsu-ri strike was missed or blocked, making the attack trajectory unpredictable, but that was blocked from the start.

No, that wasn’t the end.

Next, he tried to strike diagonally and fight with a half-sword while holding the ricasso. He skillfully blocked that attack and then immediately struck with his forehead.

Jamal’s swordsmanship was a twisting and re-twisting style, meaning that his opponents had to be confused when they saw the sword he was swinging or his steps.

The key is to shake your opponent with unconventional techniques.

Jamal pretended to swing his sword while he was at it, then swung his foot and attempted a low kick, targeting Encred’s calf.

It was one of the commonly spread mercenary sword techniques.

If a reporter did something like this, it would be brutal.

It was the same even then.

But Encred cut off every move, every first move into an irregular water fight.

‘Read it all?’

Or do you just react based on intuition?

Jamal didn’t know it, but Encred had trained himself in the swordsmanship of the True Sword, Aker’s Web, to the point of wearing down his palms, thanks to the thoughts trapped in his sword.

To be honest, Jamal’s fight seemed sloppy.

Aker was a master of water fighting who fought like mad against knights at the time.

If the swordsmanship he learned from the Magic Sword Tutor was like a wooden sword wielded by a child, Aker’s was like a sword wielded by a master, a blade that would cut with just a touch.

Jamal felt pressured instead of picking a fight. If Jamal was trying to mess with her mind with his actions, Encred added his intentions through Will.

Jamal instantly saw Encred’s sword aiming for his head, chest, legs, back of his hand, neck, and then his shoulder again.

It was a future one inch ahead, seen with insight. At the same time, it was a future that was absurd.

A sword that cuts through my entire body at the same time?

It was a trick performed by Encred’s Will.

What I learned from Aker has come to light.

“You’re doing something strange.”

If he had held on, his chin would not have been scratched, but a hole would have been made somewhere, so Jamal took a big step back.

This move now was proof of his experience.

In the situation just now, the decision to step back was not easy.

Once you see the future where you are being stabbed, you will usually be busy just fending off the incoming attack.

But if you step back, the invisible attack using Willow becomes meaningless.

What if you extend the will further in the form of a strike? If an opponent who has opened the distance once does it twice, will it not be possible?

Unless you wanted to play tag, there was no point in trying any further.

It was only after Jamal stepped back that he realized the enemy’s trick.

‘Willow?’

Jamal also came to this position because he was overflowing with talent. That’s why he also had the talent to know what the other person did at a glance.

He couldn’t imitate the technique Encred had used earlier, but he roughly understood the principle.

But that doesn’t mean you won’t get hurt.

‘It’s tricky.’

Then what should we do?

It was a situation that would make cold sweat run down my back.

And because of this situation, Jamal felt happy.

How long has it been since we’ve faced a situation like this?

From the moment he first picked up a sword, Jamal had few opponents around him.

The first time I felt my life was in danger was when I faced a monster called Barnas Hurier.

That person was truly a monster.

Among other opponents, there were few that gave him the tension.

Moreover, it has been rare to have this experience recently.

Since knights were not people who could roam around freely, they did not have many opportunities to actually meet the enemy and fight.

What’s more, the person who caused the tension was a knight.

Jamal showed his excitement on the outside, but Encred, the one who caused the tension, looked calm on his face.

“From now on, I’m being serious.”

Jamal spoke and swung his sword again. It was an honest attack, limited to the sloppy swordsmanship.

He showed a speed that left no time to think.

It’s a fast, fast sword.

The moment he felt Jamal’s sword move, Encred had to react as well.

The sword, which symbolized the flapping of a hummingbird’s wings, abandoned trembling and focused on speed, and was truly like a ray of light.

Encred reacted to Jamal’s sword. It was natural that he would die if he did not react.

When I saw Jamal’s sword rise vertically and then slam down, I curled it around and stabbed him, but Jamal dodged it and swung his sword horizontally.

Land, ting, ttang.

Sparks kept flying between the two.

It was a clash that no one could easily claim superiority over if they were able to properly watch the fight.

Jamal seemed to be pushed back, but he finally extended his sword. He stabbed and swung, somehow managing to meet the sword.

Judging by its difficult-to-dodge trajectory and speed alone, it was much more threatening than the ghouls I encountered in Jamal’s black-gray forest.

A sword that cannot be avoided unless you have reached the level of a knight.

Countless such things came down, and Encred received the rain of all their blades.

As Encred adjusted to the speed a little and mixed his offense with defense, Jamal’s mouth opened.

“Let me tell you what my specialty is.”

Jamal continued, catching his breath.

“It would be better to die knowing than to look at me with resentful eyes because you don’t know anything.”

earth!

Their swords met again and sparks flew.

Blue and red sparks flashed between the two.

A heat flows that pushes away the falling sunlight.

The will boiling inside him became an invisible pressure that pushed away the surroundings.

The soldiers watching were speechless and breathless.

There was also a soldier who screamed “Ah!” after being hit in the head by a rock that bounced off during the fight between the two.

From the outside, it just looked like a storm was brewing.

It was natural that the onlookers could not even see properly how or in what way the blade moved.

It was the sound of voices echoing in between.

“The name of my sword is ‘Robbery.’”

Jamal’s engraved weapon was neither as strong as Oara’s sword nor as light as someone else’s weapon. It was more like a normal longsword.

Instead, the Will on his sword sucks in the opponent’s Will and scatters it.

in other words.

“I am not tired because of robbery.”

When you realize Will and climb up the ranks of the knights, the first thing you learn is the limit.

Jamal learned and realized his limitations and thought to himself:

‘Can I take it away?’

Why did this ability manifest? It could be because it was natural for me to take things from my surroundings since I was young.

Jamal took my brother’s place, he took my father’s family line. He was originally an illegitimate child, but now he was the head of his own family line.

If he had made just one wrong move, he might have just turned into a robber who was good at using a knife.

A knight accustomed to a life of taking, that was Jamal.

If we dig deeper, the weapon of robbery was actually used to scatter Will. Even if all the Will contained within it was taken away, it did not become Jamal’s.

Because Will is not a force that moves in that form.

However, it was possible to make it appear that way to the other person.

Because the wave sword, the regular sword, and the fast sword were all just arrangements for using this.

If you collide with it, its power will be taken away. If the amount of Will originally loaded on the sword is one, you have to use three to deal with yourself.

‘How long can you endure?’

Jamal smiled confidently.

Encrid hasn’t listened to him since earlier.

What I had learned in the conscious world of Aker was put into practice again in reality through training.

All I could do was to bring it out in real life and show it over and over again.

Why is that?

‘This is driving me crazy.’

Because it’s so much fun.

Should I say that this is the first time I’ve felt this kind of fun as an encred?

Such joy warmed Encred.