Chapter 201
Chapter 201
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 201
Chapter Title: Lawlessness
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I unleashed my sword dance and broke through their encirclement in one go. The blonde yelled out.
"You worthless pieces of shit! Chase him down!"
Just as I thought, martial fighters were total pushovers. Even with their numbers, they charged in swinging wildly and ended up tripping over themselves, scattering everywhere.
It was only natural.
Their precious training robes couldn't block a sword slash, and their bare fists couldn't counter an attack. If they didn't want to die, they had to get out of the way.
That was the limit of martial fighters.
I easily slipped out of the encirclement and bolted toward the Swordsmen's Guild.
I had no idea how strong that blonde martial fighter was, but she clearly wasn't ordinary. Of course, without a weapon, I could take her. The problem was if the others piled on while I was busy with her.
Hammer and anvil.
No matter how much of a Heavenly Demon I was, I couldn't handle that tactic.
Even if she just held out, it would be fatal.
After all, my body and sword were one.
Tap-tap-tap!
With that momentum, the chase through the city streets began.
My stamina and lung capacity, honed to the limit and reinforced with mana, far surpassed any ordinary human's. Even if it was a martial fighter trained in their arts, it was the same.
There weren't many who could beat me in a straight-up race.
"Runner's high!"
The thrill of running.
As a kid, I just loved to run. Like any country boy, I'd dash across the ground for no real reason, purely on impulse, and that's when I first felt that runner's high rush.
I even dreamed of becoming a marathoner or sprinter back then.
Gathering with neighborhood friends for pointless marathons left me with some fond memories. I recalled those nostalgic times as I tore through the streets.
"Hey! Grab that guy right there!"
A thick shout came from behind.
Right in front of me stood a guy in training robes who'd been wandering by. He glanced at me, then shouted, "Teyaap!!" as he assumed a stance.
Were all these fuckers hive-minded or something?
Their camaraderie was insane.
"Magnum Kick!"
"Gahk!"
I wanted to just dropkick him into oblivion, but that would've hurt my mobility. Settling for a compromise, I snapped off a scissor kick and blew past him.
The pursuit continued.
An endless sprint.
"I'm here!"
I finally reached the Swordsmen's Guild.
The martial fighters were hot on my tail, relentlessly pursuing. My stamina was nearing its limit, so I yanked the door open violently and tumbled inside.
"Emergency! Emergency! Emerrrgggency!!!"
I rolled on the floor, gasping for breath as I raised the alarm about the dire situation.
"Wh-what happened? Emergency?!"
"What's going on?"
"That guy..."
The familiar faces who'd been training dropped their wooden swords and rushed over. I hadn't really talked to them much, but we'd exchanged greetings in passing.
I spat out my words like blood.
"The martial fighters... they came at me in a group, trying to beat me down!"
"What?! Why the hell would martial fighters...!"
"Martial fighters."
That single phrase ignited the fury of every swordsman in the room. I poured fuel on the fire, explaining everything as objectively as possible.
"The martial fighters suddenly called me a barbarian and tried to kill me! So I beat them up! Then they called in dozens of their buddies! They started it, got their asses handed to them, and called for reinforcements! I had no choice but to run here!"
It wasn't my fault.
The martial fighters fucked up first, I made them pay, and these clueless bastards dragged their whole gang in. That was the plain fact. The swordsmen gasped in shock at my words.
"Those crazy bastards! What the hell!"
"This is an insult to us swordsmen!"
"They start shit, then call their friends when they lose?!"
The enraged swordsmen grabbed their clothes and wooden swords. In that moment, I felt a deep bond. Even if we'd only exchanged hellos, within the 'Swordsmen's Guild,' they showed inhuman camaraderie...!
"I hear voices...! They're outside!"
Tears streaming, I stood up.
"Sniff! Thank you! As expected of the Swordsmen's Guild! Getting angry like it's your own problem...!"
A bizarre scene of unity. To crush the primal enemy known as martial fighters, all the men became one!
They grinned, scratched their noses, and stacked their hands.
I placed mine on top, sharing the resolve.
"We've always wanted to teach those martial fighter scum a lesson!"
"Yeah! How can we stand by when a guildmate's in trouble?!"
"Those lowly martial fighters daring to look down on swordsmen!"
Bam!
The locked door rattled.
The martial fighters had arrived!
"Those bastards daring to bang on our guild door!"
"No forgiveness!"
"This is war!"
The Swordsmen's Guild members roared in fury. It was the ferocity of pariah dogs, true to their guild's name—wild and savage.
I roared with them.
The swordsmen with wooden swords—over ten of them!
No way they could lose, even in their dreams!
"Opening the door!"
A muscular bald swordsman gripped the latch. Gulp. Everyone assumed positions! Collision was inevitable... No, it would evolve into the martial fighters' skulls cracking open!
Clunk!
The latch lifted, and the door flew open.
"You fuckerrrrs!!!"
"Wha—huh?! Uwaaaah!!!"
The wooden-sword swordsmen shot out like arrows.
They transformed into berserkers from legend, swinging their swords wildly. Crack! Crack! Some might scoff at wooden swords, but they were lethal clubs capable of murder!
Shattering bones was child's play!
Swordsmen trained to wield them swung harder and fiercer, their wooden blades all too eager to take lives.
"Gaaaaah! Stop, stop!"
"Beat 'em all down! You pathetic martial fighter shits!!!"
The guild's front yard turned into hell in an instant.
A shocking slaughter.
The martial fighters stood no chance against the swordsmen!
Wooden swords mercilessly battered their bodies. With no gaps except their own limbs, they took hits helplessly and started collapsing one by one.
Deeejaaap!!
I joined in, unleashing deadly forms of the Execution Swordsmanship with my wooden sword. Whoosh! Thwack! An old martial fighter took one to the face and toppled backward. With his remaining lifespan so short, may this end it!
"May you ascend to paradise, you wicked soul!"
A re-enactment of myth.
There was no other way to describe it.
Over twenty martial fighters already had their faces planted in the dirt, broken teeth flying. Yet not a single swordsman was injured. When professional swordsmen gathered, we only got stronger!
"The sword nuts are crazy! Everyone, run!"
"S-save me!"
"Die!"
The few martial fighters still standing backed away in terror.
Their prized punches and kicks shattered before wooden swords. Blocking with arms would snap bones; kicking one away would pulverize their precious legs.
A rule transcending common sense!
No defense, no offense possible!
Our victory was assured!
"You moronic fucks! You ran first, and now look at you!"
Then, from afar, the blonde in the white qipao charged in. "Ha!" The muscular bald swordsman snorted and planted himself in her path, stance ready. This guy was skilled too!
"Secret Sword! Pig Splitter!"
His arm muscles pulsed as he unleashed his ultimate technique with an unbelievably cool name. At that moment!
"Out of the way, baldy!"
Smack!
The charging blonde leaped, stomped his face, and launched into the air in a phoenix-like pose!
"Mulder's down!!!"
The baldy took the hit to the face and fell back. That crazy bitch! Hitting my comrade?! Enraged beyond reason, I hurled my wooden sword at her with sword arts.
"You fucking bitch! How dare you hit Mulder?!"
Whoosh!
But my underdeveloped sword arts didn't reach her. She smirked wickedly and shot toward me like a meteor with a kick. No dodging! I judged in an instant and reset my stance to counter.
Swoooosh!!
Meteor-like momentum!
How to handle this!
"Tch, Blood Heaven!"
Extreme crisis. My mind raced. Drawing from battle experience, I reached the optimal conclusion... All I could do now was counterattack!
"Blood Heaven Asura Kick!!!"
Lacking a technique for an aerial attacker, I improvised a kick art on the spot: Blood Heaven Asura Kick. Flash! My spinning kick traced an arc and clashed with the blonde's.
Boom!
Collision!
"Kuhak!"
"Pathetic! You dare challenge me with martial arts?!"
I was the one flung back!
Pain ripped a scream from me!
I rolled on the ground, suppressing shock and agony to barely stand... Damn! Without completing my protective aura, my kick lacked full power!
Uryaaap!!
Tsaaap!!
The swordsmen, seeing this, unleashed their sword arts and charged the blonde. She looked utterly composed amid it all. A brief smile flashed,
Thud-thud!
"Kehk!"
"Kuheop!"
Two swordsmen flew back simultaneously... Invisible kicks!
Was that master-level?!
"N-no!"
Having downed two, the blonde blitzed through the swordsmen. Her unseen-speed kicks ravaged the men with wooden swords mercilessly! Screams erupted, and the mythic berserkers who'd fought like gods toppled one by one!
"You, stay there! I'll punish you last!"
"You fucking bitch! Hitting my comrades?!"
I wasn't about to just watch. No need for a wooden sword anymore. I drew my beloved bastard sword.
"You're dead now, you cunt! How dare you pull this shit!"
"Wh-what?! You outrageous bastard! Weren't you the one who started the rampage?!"
Bullshit!
Flash!
She kicked off the ground after felling the last swordsman and exploded toward me at blinding speed. Fast—too fast! My eyes couldn't track! But I hadn't burned mana yet!
I circulated mana through my body and focused on the fight.
Pa-pa-pat!
Uryaaap!!
I spotted her kick incoming. I slashed right at it. I trusted in my strength! Kwang!
"Kuhk!"
It connected!
Blade met boot head-on.
"You blocked that?! Impossible!"
"The impossible thing's your tits, you flat-chested slut!"
The blonde was flat-chested.
"Wh-what?!"
Seizing the momentum, I lunged with slashes. Using secret arts would burn mana and leave me open if I missed—win if it hit, lose if not. And if it hit, she'd die, which was a pain.
Given her speed, she'd likely dodge instant-power slashes. So I taunted based on her physical shortcomings and pressed with normal attacks.
"Fight fair without dodging, martial fighter!"
"What nonsense!"
Thump!
Clang!
She was damn skilled.
She dodged my thrusts, and whenever I gained an opening, she'd block with her sturdy boot and counter... Tough. Honestly, a bit overwhelming.
Was this a true expert?
Me, with a sword, struggling?
Should I use a secret art?
Haaap!
"Shit!"
Thwack! I barely blocked a kick to the face. I tried to counter, but the momentary vision loss was too much. Follow-up barrage. I backpedaled on defense.
"Your swordplay's decent, but that seems to be your limit."
"Kh... hak! Are your tits at their limit too?!"
"...!"
The blonde's face flushed crimson. Twice sexually harassed—natural. I exploited the moment. In battle, anything goes!
I dove into the gap!
"Secret Sword! Flat Chest Splitter!"
"You coward...!"
Clang!