Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 777

777. It’s not like it’s a scarecrow

The swords that looked like twins struck in sync. Encred blocked each attack with his Dawn Strike.
It wasn’t about speed, but rather moving his feet to make the path his opponent’s sword took longer.

Tiring, tidididding.

Then, the opponent also started to move his feet and swung his sword while closing the distance. Their paths overlapped and crossed each other, and countless sparks flew between them.
Then, when their swords met as if they were binding, the opponent opened his mouth.

“Are you hitting me hard?”

It was a situation where they were facing each other with their swords facing each other. If they got a little closer, their breath would stink. Encred raised his knees with an indifferent expression.
The opponent retreated as he kicked his chest. His body movements, which kicked the ground, were as agile as a fairy.
Or he was reminded of Saxon.
Encred predicted that he would not just retreat.
And that prediction was right.
As if he was retreating, needles flew out from the soles of his feet that had kicked the ground, and the swords in both hands were thrown forward.
Also, as if he had done something to the blades, heat hit his face first.
His accelerated thoughts split and recognized the opponent’s trick.
He saw a picture of the dawn forging becoming a breakwater blocking the waves. It was the implementation of a wave-blocking sword through the optimization of his thoughts.

‘I’m the one using swordsmanship.’

A sword is ultimately a tool, and swordsmanship is the art of using that tool well, so there is no point in sharing it. Therefore, it would be right to mix it with either a flash or a wave.
Encred blocked all attacks with a short thought.
He swung the needle as if sweeping the floor with the dawn forge, creating wind pressure to push it away, and the two swords that flew in were simply knocked away with the sword pommel.
The heat from the swords brushed his cheek. It was like holding a hot pan against his cheek for a moment and then removing it.
At the same time, there was a sound of hitting as he struck away the swords that flew in.

“You’re talented too.”

The man threw his sword and ran, closing the distance. He curled his fingers, trying to grab something. It seemed like he was going to tear it off or break it.
Encred saw his opponent’s plan this time too.

‘Pretend to be a rat and then stab it.’

What? I will do that with the hidden blade.
It seemed to be a higher level technique than the hide knife. In fact, there were several short-bladed daggers hidden inside the man’s sleeves.
Encred swung his sword as if he was going to crush his opponent with the dawn forge. It was a heavy downward slash. It was a sword stroke that squeezed the opponent with pressure mixed with intimidation.
The man ignored it and moved his hand. There was no way his body would freeze under this level of pressure. If you enjoy close combat, you will encounter situations like this often.

‘So this time too, it’s my victory.’

There was no need to show off more talent than he had now.
The man was sure of it, and continued to extend both hands. The blade hidden in his sleeves responded to the movement of his muscles and came out, grazing his skin. He could grab it and stab him, and that would be the end of it. But that time was really long. When you are overly focused, a split second feels long.
It is a mystery created by the acceleration of thought.

‘It’s a bit long for that.’

Is it because I recently rested and my body is in such good condition?
In the stretched time, the man looked into Encred’s eyes.
The two blue eyes, unwavering at all, stared straight at him. There was no shock, not even a hint of surprise.
Only a hint of interest could be seen between the calm eyes.

‘What do you believe in?’

At that point, the man realized what his opponent believed. The hand that had been holding the sword that had been increasing the pressure was now reaching out and holding another sword.
The speed of the blade was twice as fast as before. Since it was moving forward, it would be impossible to avoid it.

‘No, it’s already been done.’

The feeling that time was passing more slowly than usual was not due to excessive concentration, but rather because my ability to perceive my surroundings was breaking down.
In other words, it was just a strange phenomenon that made my head feel like it was splitting open.

“Break.”

Even in the midst of all that, since he barely managed to turn his head to the side, Encred’s extended Penna’s blade sliced through the side of the man’s head. Less than half of his face was cut off based on his mouth.
After a series of attacks and defenses, deceptions and calculations, the man with his head half cut off stepped back and sank to the ground. Encred just stared at him.
Was something growing out of this guy’s body?
He didn’t. The man opened his mouth. His severed lips dangled as he spoke.

“It is indeed worthy of recognition.”

It was not something to say while dying. It was not that he could not accept his death, nor did he deny defeat.
That was quite unique.
The man fell down with his words and began to disperse, black smoke billowing out.

“It doesn’t seem like a dream.”

Encred muttered to himself and felt the voice resonating through his body, then looked around. It was not a word spoken with his mind, but a word resonating through his vocal cords and body.
His senses, trained as a knight, reminded him that this was reality.
A path appeared before his eyes. A path stretching out ahead. The left and right were blocked by walls, and a dull ceiling had appeared above him.
It felt like he had entered a cave.
Torches were stuck at regular intervals on the walls on both sides, illuminating the surroundings.
What did the other person say as he fell?
What kind of situation was this?
All he knew was that he had to move forward.
It didn’t seem like anything would happen if he just stayed still.

‘I feel like I’ve entered a maze.’

Something felt like it was messing with his sense of direction.
It occurred to him that Ragnar was always like this.
Anyway, Encred moved forward. Not long after, he saw another person.

“Are you acting so desperately because you want to die?”

I wondered if this could be considered a person.
A knight holding my head greeted Encred on top of a ghost horse.
It was a high-ranking monster that was hard to see even in the demon realm, the headless horseman, a being called Dulhan.
The face of the one on top of the ghost horse was not damaged like the monster. It was an old man with a white beard that grew to the length of a finger, except that it was not placed
on top of the torso. The head was tucked into the side.
Blue veins stood out on the short neck, and the face was red, making it look quite fierce. The body that had become one with the ghost horse also looked large and solid.

“This Donapa will end your tantrums…… Kiat!”

Instead of opening his mouth, Encred swung his sword. He put strength into his left foot and kicked the ground, closing the distance between him and his opponent. His body, hunched over, broke through the air wall and advanced, and at the same time, his thoughts slowed down and the dawn sword he was holding in his hand was tightly interlocked.
Then, he awakened his senses and slashed vertically. His opponent could not dodge. No, he did not dodge. This was an insight from the realm of the sixth sense beyond the five senses.
It was a clean, slashing strike without any frills. It was an honest trajectory that anyone could use as a textbook.
On top of that, it was extremely fast and full of power that twisted his entire body.
It was a strike created by weaving together flashes and vortexes.
Dol-han tried to counterattack by swinging his large axe, but failed. As he moved both arms, the head caught at his side fell and rolled on the ground.

Thud, thud.

“This guy, this guy.”

The rolling head was still alive and babbling.
The attack and defense ended in an instant. Encred looked back on the fight from a moment ago while holding his sword down.
His opponent revealed his tactics through his tone, attitude, weapon, and stance.

‘An enemy that enjoys striking with heavy attacks.’

How would such an enemy react when he saw the honest trajectory of the sword?
Encred predicted the opponent’s actions and cut the opponent’s body vertically with a strong strike that exceeded the prediction.
He then reflected on the parts of his sword that he needed to improve.

‘I used too much force and it felt a little awkward when I continued with the next move.’

It’s because it’s the first time. Encred knows that he doesn’t have the same talent as Ragnar.
But since he’s come this far, he’ll just have to practice a few more times. If he keeps going, he’ll somehow get there. It’s okay if the path isn’t clear anymore.
The path he’s taken and the experiences he’s accumulated have given him confidence.

“How dare you, Donapa!”

The name Donapa was quite old-fashioned. Encred thought so and raised his sword to strike the head.
It was the first time he had seen a doulhan, but when he split its head, the head and body simultaneously dispersed like black fog.
This was the second time. He pulled out the sword that was stuck all the way to the ground.

“That’s amazing.”

The third opponent was also encountered a little further down the passage. This time, the path was a little shorter. The opponent had come out to greet her, but Encred had no way of knowing and did not want to know.
Also, Donapa had died, so he could come out to greet her, but that was also something she did not know.

“You beat Donapa? Your compatibility wasn’t good.”

No matter what Encred said, she was a woman who only spoke her mind. Her waist was abnormally long, and her body resembled a snake.
Although her height was as long as Audyn, her torso did not feel large. Rather, it reminded me of a long spear. Her arms were as long as her waist, giving her a rather unique body shape, and her whole body was filled with lean muscles.
And what was more unique than her body shape was her clothing.
Instead of armor, she wore tight-fitting cloth clothes, and she looked like a foolish older sister who stole her younger sibling’s clothes.
The clothes did not fit her body and were tight.
I can’t help but say something about this.

“Where did you steal those clothes?”

Although it was not her intention to provoke, the woman’s face became filled with murderous intent.

“I’ll chew that tongue and chew it up, so try teasing me again then.”

She charged with an archaic tone. She was no ordinary swordsman.
She charged with her chest grazing the floor. Her speed was as fast as an arrow. A
thud followed, and a cracking noise followed where she had passed.
The woman who approached twisted her waist while her chest was pressed against the ground. Her waist, which resembled a snake or a curved spear, showed incredible flexibility.
It was an attack that added irregularity to irregularity. In her hand was a single-edged sword, Pulsion, with a wide blade and a curved tip.
It was a sword stroke that drew an irregular trajectory from the floor up.
The flexible and lean muscles that filled her long arms as long as her waist swung and swung as vigorously as Luagarne’s whip.

earth!

The woman’s sword strike was blocked by the sky-blue blade raised so that it was parallel to the ground.
Red sparks flew between the two.
It was very difficult to block the woman’s irregular attack twice, three times, consecutively, even if she could block it once.
She knew this herself, so she specialized in consecutive strikes rather than deciding the outcome with a single strike.
As her weapon bounced off the opponent’s blade, she used the rebound to gain speed. Feeling the load on her arm muscles, she pulled Will out and focused on both arms.
As she did so, the pulse became faster and the irregularity increased.
The attack, which continued with an abnormally long breath, would confuse the opponent who was concentrating on defense.
As a result, her hands would soon be tangled.
Her long arms flexed and the tip of the blade, which had become faster just like the principle of a whip, slammed down on Encred’s head.

Lie, lie, lie!

With each successive attack, the sound of her arms and sword tearing through the air spread.
Soon, the cave was filled with nothing but loud noise.

Bang- Boom! Bang! Bang!

The sky-blue sword blocked all of her attacks. Sometimes it deflected and sometimes it deflected, but it did not panic.
The woman attacked without taking a breath. She pushed until she could no longer endure.
All she got out of it was a light cut on her opponent’s cheek.
Red blood that she did not have formed on her cheek where the blade had swiped.
Thanks to the high speed of her movement, the blood that had formed quickly dispersed into the air. She
needed to catch her breath and also to gather her will. The woman put away the sword she had been swinging mercilessly and retreated.

Paralock.

The opponent’s cloak, which had shrunk in size due to the violent movement, fluttered in the wind.
The woman saw Encred raise his sky-blue sword so that it was parallel to the ground and up to his mouth.
His blue eyes seemed to push away the pale torchlight that filled the cave. The woman felt a chill down her spine when she saw that. It was because of the ominous feeling her instincts were giving her. She
could only see his eyes because of the blade covering his mouth, but she could still hear his voice.

“It’s my turn.”

What?
The woman quickly turned her waist and raised her sword. It was to block the sword swing of the man who had suddenly approached her. As
soon as she finished speaking, the sword that she had swung was blocked by the pulse, and now the positions were reversed.
She had to block, and the opponent attacked.

“it!”

Unlike Encred, she couldn’t hold out for a few times. This was because she only had tactics that focused on attacking in the first place.
She was weak in defense. Of course, this is something that can only be seen at the level of Encred.

“you.”

The woman, whose neck was half-cut off and black fog was oozing out of her, was lying on the floor.
Her gaze turned to the man who had cut her. The man stopped swinging his sword and waved his hand in the air a few times.
I realized it before I saw it, but now that I look at it, it’s clear.

“you!”

She cried out in anger.
Encrid looked at her with an indifferent and dull gaze and said.

“He was a good opponent.”

The woman shouted in anger.

“Are you using me as a training dummy?”

The woman was no longer able to speak as the wound on her neck opened in her rage and more fog poured out.
She had dispersed into the fog and disappeared.
Encred took a step back as he looked at her.
She was right.
The first opponent used individual tactics using the hide knife, so he fought him based on Encred’s traditional swordsmanship.
The second opponent enjoyed using strong strikes, so he won with a single
blow. The woman who had collapsed in front of him now was good at subduing her opponents with a series of unorthodox attacks.
Encred figured out his opponents’ specialties and used them as training opportunities.

“It’s not like I’m a scarecrow.”

Encred muttered, and found it a bit fun.
Each opponent had a different swordsmanship level and special skills, so it was fun to train.
It was refreshing to face an opponent like this after always fighting Rem, Ragna, and Audin.
After walking a few steps like that, he met the next opponent.

Knock knock.

It was a woman who had lit a campfire inside a cave. She was leaning her longsword in its scabbard against her body, warming herself by the fire, humming a tune with a serene expression on her face.

Hehe.

Encred stopped walking as soon as he saw her face. The distance was not far. If he had decided, he could have thrown his sword down right away. But he didn’t.

“Oh, you came?”

She felt the presence and greeted Encred. It was like meeting a friend she hadn’t seen in a long time.
In fact, Encred felt the same way, and at the same time, she seemed to know who had done what had just happened.
Encred’s mouth opened.

“Come on, Sir.”

Knight Oara acted according to the name of the sword she held. She smiled. That smile was pure and clear to Encred.
It was the same smile she had when she fought and ended the last battle in the city of Oara.