Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 732

732. Come to the Empire

The best swordsmanship to use when you don’t know your opponent is the Black of Chance. It’s about putting all the coincidences into your intentions.
The five senses, trained through sensory skills, read the air.

‘The symbolism of coercion is fundamental in the swordsmanship of the Empire.’

I took apart and dismantled the words that had been thrown around in my head.
Imperial swordsmanship, basics, coercion, visualization.
Since the words were realized right before my eyes, it didn’t feel difficult.

‘The oppression of Tempest Zawn is a natural form.’

It was something I touched while practicing with the sword.
However, it wasn’t the man in front of me. When Balmung said that it was the foundation of the Empire’s swordsmanship, it must mean that they were intentionally learning the art of shaping.
Then why did they learn it and use it?

‘One is to put clear pressure on the opponent.’

The two of them will probably be hiding other techniques by revealing some of their sword skills through visualization.
What Geltran is showing now is how to hide himself in the blade.
It seems like a typical way to focus on defense.

‘Cannot be confirmed.’

It took only a moment to dismantle and reorganize the swordsmanship. The moment I thought I was hiding my body behind the sword, Gelt closed the distance.

‘Footsteps approaching without a sound.’

This is a mix of the knight’s technique, ‘fairy tale’.
A pungent smell came from the air coming into his nose, and his tongue in his half-open mouth tasted sour.
His sense of touch reacted and his hair stood on end.
There was no sound, and all he could see was a precise swordsmanship, but that was not all.
Encred put strength into his left big toe, twisted his waist, and swung his sword in a minimal path.
The three-steel blade in his hand drew a gentle curve from top to bottom, then leveled the ground and cut through the middle of his opponent’s torso.
It was a swordsmanship that was almost acrobatic.

Bang!

The shock spread from the middle of the Samcheol blade to the palm. Gelt stretched out the hand he had hidden behind his back and swung a sword that was two spans shorter than the sword he was holding, and it was blocked by Samcheol.
Encred blocked the unexpected blow, but his fur did not settle.

‘It’s not the end.’

My hands moved before I could recognize and repeat it.
I lowered my left hand that had been holding the Samcheol, pulled out my penna, and swung it upward.
Gelt was striking down the sword that had been hiding in my body as a follow-up attack.

Zzz!

Penna’s blade, which had cleverly avoided the three irons, knocked away the falling sword.
Gelt, seeing all of his attacks fail, took a few steps back.

Sasa sasa sasa.

It didn’t seem like his soles were even lifting off the ground, but he moved to a distance that the sword couldn’t reach.
Should I just sit back and watch? No way.
Encred blocked the attack and bent and straightened his knees and ankles.

Empty.

He ran, breaking the ground. It was a step that he had learned from Luagarne and recreated in his own way.
It was a simple straight line that would have pierced his torso if the opponent had just thrust his sword straight in.
Gelt responded to that. He
stopped jumping backwards and shifted his center of gravity by putting strength into his heels, then extended the longer sword in his hand and stabbed.
Whoosh- The sword that flew through the air became a point faster than any arrow he had ever experienced, thanks to the speed at which Encred was rushing in.
Encred had already raised his sword as he rushed in, so the point struck the surface of the three irons. And at the moment of impact, he reacted with only a sensitive sense of touch and twisted his wrist.

Ting!

Half of it was a reaction of feeling, but the other half was also predicting the timing of the blow.

‘Just because it’s a sword doesn’t mean it relies solely on intuition.’

As experience accumulates, insight is born.
The two-headed carriage of the black sense of chance and experience.
He blocked the attack, rushed in, and even stabbed. The opponent was likely to be flustered, but he let go of the sword he had stabbed and swung his fist.
Encred ignored the fist, let go of Penna, and swung the Samcheol with both hands.
Everything seemed to have been calculated for this one swing.
The sword contained in the intention, and the subsequent strike contained the speed of a flash. His thoughts were optimized and he came to a conclusion in an instant. That conclusion immediately appeared in reality.

Crunch, slurp!

“What the heck.”

Gelt gave up on striking at the last moment and jumped to the side. Instead, he lost his left arm.
If he hadn’t, he would have had two heads instead of one.
Encred swung his sword vertically and swung it into the air. Blood from the blade splattered on the floor.
Some of it splashed onto Encred’s cheek. The severed arm flapped like a freshly caught fish.
There was no need for a long fight. The winner was clear.
Was it different because it was imperial swordsmanship?
Some of the techniques might be unfamiliar, but the core was the same.
Cut the opponent without cutting yourself.
Just like Encred did now.

“Who raised this monster?”

Gelt said, closing his arm. He controls the muscles to stop the bleeding. What a great skill. He does it so easily. Encred also saw that and took it into his head.
Gelt glared at Encred while holding the sword in his remaining hand.
Looking at Gelt like that, Encred also seemed to have some idea of ​​what the Empire’s swordsmanship was.

‘A circle without curves.’

All skills are leveled up.
I don’t know if that’s all, but based on my current experience, that’s how it seems.
There are clear traces of sticking to the basics and refining them.
However, the concept of the basics is different from that of the continent.
This is something that even Ragna, Rem, Audin, Saxon, and Sinar would have had difficulty understanding.
Was it a stroke of luck that they learned by chance? No, it was the inevitability of building up to walk a new path.
Encred created swordsmanship and is setting a new milestone with it.
Recently, he even learned the way of Zaun.
And he didn’t learn it lightly, he dived deep and indulged in it.
Zaun was an open place for those who wanted to enjoy and learn.

‘What about the Empire?’

A knight raises a knight. There must be more than one or two things established in the process.
Among them, the goal of the Imperial Swordsmanship itself is.

‘Bringing the extraordinary down to the level of the ordinary.’

The embodiment of coercion is a talent that only a few people in Zawoon can use.
On the continent right now, coercion alone is not a talent that all quasi-knights can use.

‘But the Empire is different.’

The temperature that touches the skin is different. Beyond guesses and predictions, intuition finds the answer and settles it in my head.
Imperial swordsmanship cannot be known just by looking at it.
In the end, it would not be predictable without going through the process of learning that extraordinary level of skill in an ordinary way.
And the Imperial knights who go beyond that framework will have skills that are different from those of the continental knights.
So should I be frustrated? Because the beginning is different? Or should I feel dizzy from the distance?
An ordinary person might feel that way, but Encred was not.
Couldn’t that be a guide? That’s why it was much better than walking a path without a signpost.
He mixes his own with the answer that the Empire found. Encred smiled naturally as he learned another thing like that.

“Does this kid have a habit of laughing when you cut off his arm?”

Gelt looked at it and asked.
There is a deep misunderstanding. But there is no reason to let it go.

* * *

Balmung was startled about six times while watching the fight a little while ago.
The first time he was startled slightly.

‘It’s not an ordinary skill.’

This is the power that Encred showed. At that level, wouldn’t it be possible to do it with Tempest Zaun?
Of course, Tempest Zaun has a ‘hit’. Even he himself can’t block it.
In the first place, it’s a sword strike that you have to fight outside the range of that sword strike to have a chance of winning.
Excluding that, it’s more than doable, and that guy might even win.

‘He fights that well.’

Gelt always mixes in some trickery in his early attacks. I’ve seen many people not fall for it.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen it used in reverse.’

Encred, a friend of mine, broke his opponent’s intentions by drawing his second sword, took control of the flow, and then successfully launched a gamble-like charge in one breath.
In other words, he knew how to fight, beyond just his athletic ability, muscle strength, agility, and senses.

‘The experience is extraordinary.’

This was something that was obvious because Balmung was a former mercenary. It was something that had to be backed up by experience rather than something that was innate.
At first glance, it looked like he had overcome hundreds of near-death crises.

‘A cliff that the untalented struggle to climb.’

A weed that grew like a shower of good luck.
That kind of thing came to mind.
Balmung’s hobby is drawing. He thought that he would like to draw such a scene when he returned.
He wanted to draw the cliff and the weed, things that don’t go together, together.
In addition to this, there was something else that surprised him.

‘Even while fighting like that, some of the attention is directed towards me.’

Why? Because he doesn’t trust himself completely.
That’s what happened all along the way.
Encred and Balmung’s companions left a subtle sense of wariness toward each other.
It was the same even while talking and shaking hands.
Gelt is an imperial knight. If he went to the continent, he would probably just deal with three or four flower knights.

‘While dealing with that gelt, I diverted some of my attention to myself.’

Even while making a gamble-like charge. How can you not be surprised when you see this?

‘You little monster.’

He scratched his cheek. This is a habit that comes out when he is in trouble. Whenever this happens, the scar on his cheek always tickles.
What would happen if he fought with his life on the line?

‘Am I going to get sick?’

It is difficult to judge the victory or defeat. Just as he has hidden things, Encred of the Border Guard must also have hidden many things.
Considering that he does not lean towards any of the five swordsmanship lineages, he must have done things that he never thought of. He is better than what Schmidt told me.

‘It’s hot and cold.’

He is true to his instincts, but he is also calculating.
He does what he feels like to accompany himself, but he does not neglect to observe and understand himself.
He moves as he feels like, but he knows how to use everything around him.
A talent like that is never created overnight.

‘What have you been doing to live?’

I was really curious about that.

‘He is the successor.’

He felt like he wanted to succeed him, but he knew this without going to the point of instinct.
He was not a man who would listen to anyone.
His stubbornness was no joke, and his madness was no less.
Balmung opened the metal latch that held his weapon in place.

Click.

The hexagonal handle fits perfectly into my callused hands.

“hey.”

Balmung spoke and spread his momentum.
Encred turned around in response. Gelt was now on his left and Balmung on his right.
Balmung opened his mouth and stepped forward, kicking the ground. Encred saw that and turned around completely.
He must have decided that he couldn’t be ignored. That’s why he showed his momentum.

‘There is no hesitation in responding.’

Even his judgment is pleasing.
Balmung’s mouth twisted. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. Encred stopped laughing and aimed his sword.
At Balmung. This was, so to speak, matching his rhythm even though they hadn’t exchanged a single word.
Gelt was checking the mood, and when the two suddenly gained momentum, he turned around to jump in.
At that moment, Balmung threw down his weapon.

Liar!

A chunk of metal shot out, tearing through the air, and hit Gelt’s head in a straight line.

pop!

The head burst like a pumpkin dropped from a castle wall. Shards of bone, brain, cerebrospinal fluid, and blood radiated out.
The crushed metal stopped in midair and fell to the ground with a thud.
The center of gravity was somehow made to fall vertically, and the handle stopped pointing to the sky.

“Where.”

Balmung smiled and walked away, then retrieved his weapon.
He had sprayed some of his killing intent on Encred to fool Gelt, but that was his original intention.
That was why Encred had allocated some of his attention to himself, so he took advantage of that.
When Gelt noticed it and ran away, he wanted to kill him in one breath.
That way, he could kill him easily.
Encred noticed it too and followed suit.
The more I looked at him, the more I liked him.

“Come to the Empire.”

So I said it with all my heart.

* * *

“I don’t like it.”

Encred said this and saw no need to even worry about it.

“Didn’t you say you would erase the magic?”

Encrid nodded immediately at Balmung’s question.

“Whether it is feasible or not, if that is what you desire, the Empire is where you should be.”

It was a definitive statement. He didn’t answer and just looked at it indifferently. It was a sign of disagreement.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’ll listen. You seem to be the most stubborn person on the continent.”

I’ve heard that phrase many times.
When I was weak, and when I was strong.
All those times have now become Will within me.

‘Stubbornness, commitment, belief, will.’

Now I know the source of the inexhaustible will.

‘Will is born from will.’

What Esther said about having the same origin is probably because it is a variation of Mana.
It would be good to organize this part later.

“I’ll go now that Gelt is dead. Encred of the Border Guard.”
“It was nice meeting you. Balmung of the Empire.”
“See you later.”
“An enemy?”
“It would be better if you were an ally. Don’t define the Empire as an enemy. It won’t do you any good.”

Is this a threat? A warning? Or perhaps some advice?

“I’ll take care of it.”
“You cheeky bastard.”

Instead of the crushed head of Gelt, Balmung searched through his bosom and took something that could prove him, and left. The journey was over.
Encred was also on his way back. Now that he was alone, he could no longer sleep comfortably.

‘That was the same when I was with Balmung.’