Chapter 191 When Did I Cum
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 191
Chapter Title: When Did I Cum?
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Dyke's figure quickly approached Jeong Yoo-shin.
The latter lowered his sword and squinted his eyes.
"Wait!"
Someone rushed and stepped between Jeong Yoo-shin and Dyke.
It was a human man with a magnificent mustache.
As soon as the mustached man appeared, Dyke immediately sheathed his sword and stepped back.
"Aren't you the half-breed barbarian of Labyrinth City?"
When the mustached man asked that, Jeong Yoo-shin gave a slight nod.
"That's right."
Jeong Yoo-shin's voice was low. It was a cold voice, as if devoid of any emotion.
"I am Jirhan, the clan master of the Blue Falcon clan."
"..."
Jeong Yoo-shin still stared at the mustached man called Jirhan with his sword lowered.
Jirhan, as if awkward due to Jeong Yoo-shin's silence, cleared his throat a few times.
"Ahem!!! I'm just curious. Are you the leader of the clan alliance behind you?"
Jeong Yoo-shin shrugged and looked back.
Naked, in a doll costume, a red hat, and so on.
It was embarrassing no matter where you looked.
"...It's not decided yet."
"Then how about we consider this a spar rather than a conflict between clans? A place to gauge each other's skills."
"..."
Jirhan's heart, who had made the proposal, was pounding.
'What kind of bolt from the blue is this?!'
Just a moment ago, he had been chatting with the other clan masters in the training ground. Then he had belatedly noticed the trouble Dyke kicked up.
Dyke was a hot-tempered man by nature, so it was common for him to fight with other explorers.
He understood, but…
'The opponent is bad.'
Dyke's opponent was the half-breed barbarian, Skar.
He was a man called the Butcher of the Eastern District.
Jirhan had recently heard the news that the cunning 'Saul' had been killed without even being able to lift a finger by this man.
On top of that, he was on friendly terms with Karin Redtail.
Was that all?
Jirhan didn't know if it was true or not, but there was a rumor that Ingrid Redtail thought highly of him.
He was also a man who was still safe even after spitting on Astaroth's face. There was even a rumor circulating that this man was completely and utterly insane.
In short, a hot potato.
Nothing good would come from locking horns with him.
Jeong Yoo-shin turned his head and stared at Jirhan.
"Jarvan."
"It's Jirhan."
"Right. Jirhan, do as you please."
Jirhan inwardly sighed with relief and turned his head.
"Dyke, we'll talk about this later."
"I... understand."
Dyke answered with a frown.
Jirhan patted Dyke on the shoulder.
"Go easy on him."
"Underst—"
Jeong Yoo-shin cut him off.
"No. Do your best. If you lose…"
"If I lose?"
"You'll have a 'fun time' with our clan alliance."
Dyke's eyes widened.
'A fun... time?'
Behind the black-haired man, the clan alliance was visible to him.
It was a sight so scary, it would appear in his nightmares.
The muscular men wearing red hats were smiling sinisterly.
The dwarf and the elf wearing only underwear were smiling while showing their teeth.
A chill ran down Dyke's spine. He quickly turned his head and looked at his clan master.
"Clan Master...?"
Jirhan frowned and raised his voice.
"What do you mean by that?! I suggested a friendly spar, and you're going to take one of my clan members through a match?!"
Jeong Yoo-shin crossed his arms and stared at Jirhan.
"I'm not saying I'm taking him forever. I'm just saying we should interact more by seeing each other's faces and talking with each other for a bit."
"..."
The half-breed barbarian refuted with a smooth tone.
Jirhan had a staring contest with Jeong Yoo-shin, then turned his head.
He didn't have the confidence to face those deep black eyes.
"I-I see. It will be a good learning experience. Dyke, do your best."
"Uh...?"
Dyke looked at Jirhan with a dumbfounded expression.
Ignoring their antics, Jeong Yoo-shin cracked his neck back and forth, as if he was done talking, and raised his sword again.
"So he says. Dyke, raise your sword."
Jeong Yoo-shin and Dyke faced each other again in the center of the training ground.
The wide training ground was soon filled with various clans. A large number of people were crowding at the training ground entrance.
'These people really like to watch.'
Was it because they were explorers by nature?
To think that so many people would gather for a single spar.
Jeong Yoo-shin shook his head and brushed off his idle thoughts. The opponent was a mid-intermediate. He couldn't be careless.
Jeong Yoo-shin and Dyke slowly circled each other.
The two men changed their stances several times to find their opponent's opening.
Dyke, as if he was going to do it properly, erased his anger and aimed his sword, which was in a middle stance, at Jeong Yoo-shin.
'Should I shake him up?'
Jeong Yoo-shin lowered his sword again.
He turned his gaze.
Dyke's brow immediately furrowed.
To turn his gaze away with a sword between them.
A swordsman's disqualification.
Dyke feinted by moving forward and backward, but Jeong Yoo-shin didn't even flinch.
Dyke, who had become impatient, rushed in and swung his sword.
A diagonal downward slash.
Swiiissssh!!!
Here it comes.
Dyke's sword cut through the air and aimed for his temple.
Jeong Yoo-shin also quickly raised his sword and swung it diagonally.
Klaaaaaaang!!!
Sparks flew as sword met sword.
Jeong Yoo-shin took a step forward, but Dyke immediately stepped back and maintained his distance.
He realized it instinctively.
Their swordsmanship was different.
Klaaaang!!!
Klaaaang!!!
The two men's swords clashed in the air several times.
Each time, Jeong Yoo-shin stepped forward.
But Dyke maintained his distance, only using the front of his blade to cut and thrust. He never gave up his distance.
In short, it was a way of fighting that extended his reach.
It was different from the swordsmanship Jeong Yoo-shin had learned.
'This bastard…'
Jeong Yoo-shin immediately took a high stance and charged.
A downward slash.
A powerful vertical sword strike tore through the wind and aimed for Dyke's head.
Swiiissssh!!!
Dyke's complexion changed rapidly.
'Has he been fooling me up until now?'
This speed was on a different level from before.
Dyke hurriedly raised his sword.
Klaaaaaaang!!!
Sparks flew again.
Dyke's brow furrowed at once. His wrist ached from the force.
'What in the world did he eat...?!'
On top of that, it had become a close-quarters battle. The situation he had feared the most.
The southern Swordsman's Guild was famous for unleashing numerous techniques in a close-quarters battle while their swords were locked.
The central district Swordsman's Guild members, who had repeatedly tasted defeat during their spars with the southern Swordsman's Guild members, held a grudge against them. Dyke himself was no exception.
It was because he had been beaten up by a southern Swordsman's Guild member in this very training ground just a few days ago.
One of the strange techniques they used was the back-edge cut.
A few of the warriors who were watching the two men's spar clicked their tongues.
"Tsk. He's immediately given up his distance."
"He's lost."
"Why is that?"
An explorer who seemed to be a newcomer chimed in on the warriors' conversation.
A middle-aged swordsman raised his hand and pointed at Jeong Yoo-shin and Dyke.
"Look. When you're that close, swordsmen like us who fight by extending our swords can't thrust or cut, can we? In short, you have to assume that all your techniques are sealed in a close-quarters battle and you'll end up being beaten one-sidedly."
"Now that you mention it, that's true."
As the warriors had said, Jeong Yoo-shin was driving Dyke back like a storm.
He repeatedly used a horizontal slash called a Zwerchhau to aim for Dyke's temple and the back of his neck.
Dyke hurriedly retreated and raised his sword, but he couldn't block them all.
Slit!!!
The back of the longsword tore Dyke's forehead.
Red blood flowed down Dyke's forehead in a long line.
Jeong Yoo-shin didn't stop.
The watching warriors clicked their tongues.
"That's a really self-indulgent swordsmanship."
"Swordmaster Ashur has released a poison on Labyrinth City. Tsk."
The two were once again locked in a power struggle.
Jeong Yoo-shin and Dyke made eye contact.
Dyke's eyes were trembling uncontrollably, as if he had lost his composure.
On the other hand, Jeong Yoo-shin was calmly looking into Dyke's eyes.
"Dyke, don't tremble."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dyke's trembling intensified.
"Hey! I told you not to tremble."
Dyke's lips twitched.
"L-Let's stop."
"Why should we?"
"Many people are watching, aren't they? Let's end it cleanly."
"I don't want to. You started this fight first, and now you're backing out? You conscienceless bastard."
"I'm sorry."
"Do you know that there's an Asshole Love clan in our clan alliance?"
Dyke's complexion turned deathly pale.
"...Don't tell me?"
Jeong Yoo-shin smiled faintly.
'Idiot. It's a fake.'
"It'll be a good exchange meeting."
"F...uck!!!"
Dyke's eyes widened, and he raised his sword.
Jeong Yoo-shin stepped back.
'He's strong.'
To think he had hidden this kind of strength up until now.
He was a talented person Jeong Yoo-shin liked, but their vanguard position was full.
'Finding talented party members is going smoothly.'
If he sparred like this a few times, picked some good people, and swallowed them up, wouldn't it be a huge gain?
Dyke’ eyes burned as if he was determined to win and threw another diagonal slash.
Jeong Yoo-shin also threw a diagonal slash.
Klaaaaaaang!!!
In one exchange, Dyke's sword was pushed back.
"Th-That just now?!"
The newcomer warrior's eyes widened.
The middle-aged warrior who had been watching clicked his tongue.
"Tsk. He's learned properly."
"Wasn't that the same diagonal slash?"
"Look closely. Where was the barbarian's sword when their swords clashed?"
"It was near the crossguard."
"That's right. It's commonly called the principle of the lever. Where do you usually hold a hammer?"
"Near the end of the handle. It exerts a stronger effect with less force. Ah!"
The newcomer’s eyes widened, as if he had realized something.
The middle-aged warrior stroked his chin and spoke.
"That's right. When two swords clash, the part closer to the crossguard can push the other sword more easily. That barbarian friend has learned the basics thoroughly. With his body."
Jeong Yoo-shin's blade touched Dyke's neck.
Dyke's lips trembled, and he lowered his sword.
"I-I've lost."
Jeong Yoo-shin nodded.
"It was a good match."
"Then...?"
Jeong Yoo-shin immediately turned his head and looked at the small and medium clan alliance.
"Is there an Asshole Love clan here?"
At Jeong Yoo-shin's question, the atmosphere of the training ground grew cold.
Dyke knelt on the ground.
"M-Master Skar! P-Please have mercy!"
Jeong Yoo-shin shook his head.
"Weren't we supposed to have an exchange?"
"Please spare me just once!"
"Have you reflected?"
"Of course! It was all my fault!"
A few of the clan alliance members from behind Jeong Yoo-shin approached them.
"Skar-nim, there’s no Asshole Love clan."
Jeong Yoo-shin clicked his tongue.
"That's a shame. Dyke, be humble from now on..."
"But there is a Marine Corps clan."
A group of men wearing red hats were gathered.
"Our clan supports Skar! Master Skar!"
Jeong Yoo-shin immediately understood the Marine Corps's demand and agreed.
"Oh? Then we should have an exchange. I'll give you a fantastic camaraderie training."
"Huooooooook!!!"
Dyke, as if his legs had given out, plopped down on the ground.
A muscular man wearing a red hat approached Dyke.
"Hehehe. Nice to meet you. Your name is Dyke?"
"What in the world are you going to do to m-me?"
The man in the hat frowned.
"You bastard... Pathetic!!! From now on, when you ask a superior something, you do it like this."
The man in the hat continued.
"May I ask if it is not inconvenient for you to be asked if it is alright to inquire about your opinion on whether it is appropriate to request permission to raise a question?! Ack!"
"Ah."
Dyke let out a word and fainted.
The muscular man in the red hat clicked his tongue and looked at his clan members.
"Take him away. He's a comrade."
"Ack!!!"
The muscular men lifted the fainted Dyke and left.
The Blue Falcon clan master, Jirhan, closed his eyes and turned his head.
'Just hold on a little longer! Dyke!'
Jeong Yoo-shin looked around. There were far more explorers gathered now than before the spar.
He had wanted to find a decent party member, but he didn't want a warrior.
The party member he wanted was a rear guard.
'How should I find one?'
As Jeong Yoo-shin was thinking, someone approached him.
It was a slim, white-haired woman.
An expressionless face, as if she held winter within her.
Pale white skin and a sharp nose.
Elegant eyebrows and two calm eyes that shone like stars.
A perfect beauty no matter who looked at her.
It was like looking at a precisely carved work of art.
The training ground became noisy.
"Th-That explorer?!"
"No, why in the world is she there?!"
The woman seemed to not care about the commotion around her and was still expressionless.
"Are you Skar of the southern district's Swordsman's Guild?"
A calm and clear voice echoed through the training ground.
"That's right."
"I heard that you’re Ashur's disciple."
"That's also right."
"Would you like to have a spar with me?"
Jeong Yoo-shin frowned.
He had come here to find a rear guard and a guide, not a vanguard.
Though he immediately changed his mind.
'I have to promote myself properly to recruit talented people.'
Who knows?
Maybe one of the explorers who sees this fight will want to be with a reliable vanguard like him.
"Let's do it."
Jeong Yoo-shin tightened his grip on his sword and faced the woman.
Just as he was about to move.
One thing he had forgotten came to his mind.
'When did I last cum?'
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T/N - Lol. That title and last line is wild out of context. Even with context, it’s still pretty funny. Though with the MC, it’s a valid concern.
See, what did I tell you? Dyke got his ass kicked. Good thing there wasn’t any Asshole Love clan. Hopefully he learns his lesson in the Marine Corps clan (Is this like a jab on that joke that says the Marines is full of gay people who like it in the butt?).
Lastly, any guesses on the woman’s identity? Or any bets if she falls for the MC?