The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 687

Episode 687: Should I Give You a Chance? (2)

Tyran couldn’t respond to Giselle’s suggestion right away.

‘When on earth did I… … fight without using mana?’

It seemed like it had been at least 20 years. There was no way someone who knew how to use mana wouldn’t use it.

Those who can use mana feel extremely uneasy if they do not use mana.

It was natural, as if a layer of armor protecting oneself was being removed.

But the opponent wants to fight like that.

In fact, what is most needed in this match is not outstanding skill.

Courage. Courage that does not even fear death is needed.

The mercenaries all looked at Tyran, wondering if he would accept the offer.

“Ugh… … .”

Tyrone felt like he had been fooled again.

If you refuse here, it will seem like you refused because you were scared. Then your authority will fall.

It was an offer that Tyran, with his strong pride, could not refuse even if he did not like it.

‘These guys… … .’

My stomach was seething. Every time I spoke to him, I was getting involved with that damned wizard.

Although he wanted to refuse a hundred times, Tyran had no choice but to nod.

“Okay. Let’s do it that way.”

He ground his teeth and steeled himself. Still, he still believed that he had the advantage.

He was much bigger and more muscular than that guy named Julian. It didn’t occur to him that the slender guy could be stronger than him.

It just depends on how skilled and courageous your opponent is.

‘He won’t be comfortable either.’

Although it was the method that was first proposed by the other side, it was probably half bluff. Judging from the expression on his face, the author seemed a little nervous right now.

As Tyran accepted, Yulien nodded as well. Then he took out the dagger and bandages and started to tie them on his hands.

Deneb ran over and helped tie it up, whispering.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Okay. It’s okay.”

“Why on earth do you want to fight this way?”

Her expression was full of worry. Even though Giselle had told her in advance that this was what would happen, Deneve still couldn’t understand why she had to fight like this.

Julian answered with a smirk.

“Well? I don’t know. But if it’s something that Giselle does, there must be a reason.”

After two years together, Julian came to trust Giselle more, because as painful as the training was, it actually made him stronger.

And I vaguely thought I knew why we had to fight this way.

‘To deal with rough mercenaries, I’ll have to show something more than just my skills.’

If we fight at our usual level, there will definitely be people who will say that it is an unfair match, arguing about who has trained longer or who has a stronger mana training method.

But if you fight the way Giselle suggests, you’ll only be able to show two things: the skills you’ve honed and your courage.

And most mercenaries who don’t know how to handle mana will be very impressed by that.

Deneb held Yulienne’s hand tightly and emphasized it several times.

“You have to be careful. If it seems dangerous, just surrender. I don’t care which mercenary group I join.”

“Okay, don’t worry too much.”

Julian answered plainly. The two people’s eyes looking at each other were warm.

Seeing that, Jiselle narrowed her eyes and muttered.

“What? Something’s suspicious? Could it be that the two of them… …”

There was a strange atmosphere between the two of them. While Giselle was lost in thought, Yulien and Tyran finished preparing everything and faced each other.

Everyone present looked at the two of them tensely. However, the two of them were oblivious to their gaze.

Now, only each other remained in their world.

Tyran asked, raising his dagger.

“Are you ready?”

“okay.”

Paaak!

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyran moved. His dagger flew towards Yulien’s face like lightning.

Yulien twisted his head to dodge. Tyran continued to attack Yulien without stopping.

‘We have to finish this as quickly as possible.’

In this dangerous confrontation, the longer he wasted, the better. Tyran was attacking more aggressively than ever.

It was a bold attack by anyone’s standards. It seemed like they didn’t even care about defense.

The mercenaries watching the magnificent attack let out exclamations of admiration.

“It’s Tyran after all.”

“You don’t seem at all scared by such a dangerous fight.”

“You’re originally a fearless person. That’s why you can become so strong.”

However, contrary to what the onlookers thought, Tyran was now quite anxious.

All you can hear is the sound of the wind cutting through them. Even with their hands tied together, Julian is avoiding the attacks.

Tyron realized that Yulien’s skills were better than he thought.

Feeling frustrated, he growled and taunted Julian.

“How long are you going to avoid it? If you were scared, you shouldn’t have tried to fight like this.”

Instead of answering, Julian started to counterattack.

grasp!

Tyran felt a chill down his spine at the sound of the wind brushing past his ears. He didn’t even feel the sword until it was right in front of him.

It was a fast and stealthy attack that made you think you had used mana for a moment.

“this guy!”

Tyran’s dagger flew towards Yulien’s shoulder. As Yulien twisted his body to avoid it, Tyran pulled hard on the rope tied to his hand.

Tyran’s dagger was once again thrust into the side of Yulien, who had lost his balance.

Chomp!

Blood gushed from Julian’s side. Tyran smiled involuntarily.

‘As expected, I am stronger than others!’

Since their physiques were only a hair bigger, Tyran had the upper hand in terms of strength. Tyran gradually gained confidence.

He relentlessly pushed at Julian, intending to crush his opponent in one breath with his overwhelming strength and physique.

Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!

As Tyran’s relentless attacks continued, more and more wounds appeared on Yulien’s body. Deneb’s face turned pale at the sight.

Tyran’s attack seemed so confident that even the onlookers expected Yulien to fall before he could hold out for long.

But Giselle didn’t think so.

“You’re getting impatient.”

Tyran was swinging his dagger in a rough and tumble manner that was unusual for his skill level.

Although it seemed as though Julian was barely holding on as he continued to get injured, in fact none of his wounds were fatal.

As Giselle had thought, Tyran felt more anxious than before.

‘Why! Why doesn’t it fit properly?’

I could tell that my opponent’s skills were superior when we fought against him. However, he was never overwhelmingly superior to me.

Tyran was also a skilled player with many battles under his belt. In fact, his improvisation skills were superior to his.

That’s why he couldn’t help but feel strange about the current situation where he couldn’t land a fatal blow on Julian.

Kaang!

Their daggers clashed, sparks flew, and Tyran saw.

Unlike his own impatient self, Julian’s eyes were unwavering.

“you…….”

At that moment, I hesitated for a moment after seeing those eyes.

Yulien’s dagger flew like lightning towards Tyran’s neck.

Chomp!

“Ugh!”

Tyran barely managed to avoid the blow, but was unable to avoid having his neck slightly cut.

And Tyrone felt a strange sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.

‘It’s cool.’

Even though it was a shallow wound, the pain was sharper than ever.

Tyrone was puzzled.

He had been a mercenary for a long time and had suffered more serious injuries than this. He had even survived a near-death experience.

But why do I feel such a cold pain from this shallow wound?

‘Surely not… … It’s me… … .’

When fighting using mana, he could endure no matter how painful it was. No, he was not afraid of pain.

Because his muscles, wrapped in mana, were stronger than anything else, he had faith that they would protect him in any situation.

But what about now?

No matter how much you train your muscles, if you were born as a human and have no mana, you can’t stop a mere villager’s creation.

Moreover, if it is the sword of someone who has learned swordsmanship, one proper hit can kill you.

‘Are you saying that I feel fear?’

Tyrone, who realized the reality, was confused.

How could I, who had lived with strong self-esteem and pride, feel fear in a confrontation like this!

Scratch!

Yulien’s dagger passed through Tyran’s body again, tearing the hem of his clothes and cutting his skin.

Tyran gritted his teeth. If he lost momentum in a fight like this, he would definitely die.

Scratch!

Blood also burst out from Julian’s body, but his eyes still remained unwavering.

The two people’s movements became even more intense. Since their hands were tied together, there was a limit to how much they could dodge or block.

As time passed, the two people’s bodies became more and more covered in blood.

The onlookers couldn’t even breathe properly. Just looking at the two people covered in blood gave them goosebumps, and every time someone was cut, it felt like their own body was being cut.

“Wow, wow… … .”

“How can there be such a fight… … .”

“Just looking at it makes me feel like I’m in pain.”

In a fight between two people, things like strength, physique, and skill meant nothing.

They were busy chopping each other’s bodies, avoiding only the vital points that could lead to death.

The two people’s movements became faster and more extreme, making it more difficult to predict their movements.

Get it! Get it! Get it!

They continued their fierce attack and defense, each targeting the other’s weaknesses. A suffocating silence fell over the onlookers.

In the silence, only the sound of flesh being torn resonated ceaselessly.

‘Eeeeeee… … Why is this kid like this… … .’

As the wounds grew, Tyran felt his head getting dizzy.

It hurt. I’ve had countless experiences, but it seemed like this was the first time I’d ever been this sick.

You have to hold on. This is a match where if you get tired and discouraged first, you will lose.

The opponent will also be in pain and suffering. The opponent will also be bluffing and pretending that nothing happened in order to win.

So, I have to hold on somehow… … .

Tyran, who was thinking like that, flinched the moment he met the other person’s eyes.

‘Those eyes… … .’

The look in Julian’s eyes as he glared at her was the same as before.

On the other hand, he had become too thoughtful. He was the one who was showing off without any worries.

That moment of hesitation made the difference between the two.

grasp!

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Yulien grabbed Tyran’s arm. Tyran unconsciously bent down, and Yulien’s dagger swung immediately.

Scratch!

“Ugh!”

The sharp tip of the dagger grazed Tyran’s cheek. If he had turned his head even a little later, his neck would have been cut deeply.

He had to fight back immediately, but Tyran had only one thought on his mind.

‘Die.’

Only then did the fear of death fill my mind.

It must be the same situation, but the other person doesn’t show any such behavior. He still has a cold gaze and is targeting every part of his body.

‘Why? How come?’

It’s clear that he is superior in both physique and strength.

Why does the opponent look bigger?

Those eyes were scary. It felt like a gigantic being, showing no emotion, was looking down on me.

Tyrone screamed to shake off his fear.

“Eww!”

He swung his dagger wildly again, struggling to escape the fear of death.

There was no way such a reckless attack would work on Yulien. Yulien moved as calmly as before.

Phew!

Yulien’s dagger stabbed Tyran in the side. Tyran swung the dagger hastily, but Yulien had already pulled back.

Again, Yulien’s dagger cut Tyran’s shoulder. Then it struck his stomach, and then his thigh.

In this way, whenever there was even the slightest opening, Yulien’s dagger stabbed and cut Tyran’s body without fail.

“Eww!”

Tyran screamed in pain and tried to cut down Yulien somehow.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

Another brief exchange of attacks took place, but Yulien was now repelling all of Tyran’s wavering attacks.

Tyran’s body was covered in wounds. With his will to fight gone, his boasted combat skills, large physique, and great strength were of no use.

Chomp!

His dagger, which he swung in a struggle, grazed Yulien’s shoulder. At that moment, Yulien caught Tyran’s knee with his foot and pulled him up.

“uh?”

Tyran, exhausted, could not hold on and staggered backwards, collapsing.

As the giant crouched down, Yulien, who was tied to Tyran, naturally leaned forward. He used that strength to forcefully thrust the dagger into him.

Wedge!

Tyran’s body froze as he watched the dagger approaching quickly.

‘I’m dying… … ‘

But what’s scarier than a flying dagger?

It was Julian’s cold gaze behind him.

Tyran, whose mental powers were at their limit, forgot to even use his mana. All he could do was give up and close his eyes.

That dagger was about to pierce his own forehead.

Bam.

For a moment, his forehead stung. Tyran opened his eyes in puzzlement.

The dagger was stuck to his forehead. Yulien had not gone all the way.

“Why… … ?”

Tyran muttered with a hint of doubt. If it were him, he would have thrust the dagger into her forehead without a moment’s hesitation.

Yulien looked at Tyran for a moment and spoke in a low voice.

“Come with me.”

“what……?”

“Come save the world with me.”

Tyran looked dazed for a moment.

It’s not about making a lot of money, or gaining power, or saving the world?

Of course, it wasn’t that I didn’t understand what he meant. The world really was a mess.

But why would a mere mercenary group do something like that? No, is it even possible?

Even for an ambitious man like him, all he dreamed of was becoming the strongest mercenary group in the kingdom. Even becoming the highest position in the kingdom was such a difficult task that it had to be a lifelong goal.

But to save the entire world? It was a dream that was incomparably bigger than Tyran’s goal.

But Julian’s eyes were filled with sincerity. Tyran, forgetting his pain, asked back with a bewildered expression.

“Do you think that… is possible?”

“okay.”

“Mercenaries like us? We fight for money as others order us to? Even if we were to join together, there would only be a few hundred of us?”

What Tyran said was true. To anyone who heard it, it sounded like crazy talk.

But Julian didn’t think so. He could now understand Giselle’s intentions.

Jiselle is someone who will leave someday. He always emphasized that fact.

Ultimately, one must be the center of everything. So, Julian set a goal for himself.

“It’s possible. I… … .”

He continued with a determined look and voice.

“Because I will become the king of mercenaries.”

That was the goal Julian set.