Chapter 208 Take Off Your Pants
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 208
Chapter Title: Take Off Your Pants
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"Waaaaaaah!!!"
The people surrounding Jeong Yoo-shin and Rex waved their hands and shouted.
The loud cheers that filled the plaza were similar to those of an autumn sports day.
Mages stood at the edge and began to chant.
Soon, a transparent circular barrier separated Jeong Yoo-shin and Rex from the audience.
Jeong Yoo-shin drew his single-edged sword and slowly walked toward Rex.
Flutter.
The autumn wind that passed through the barrier brushed past Jeong Yoo-shin's coat and forehead.
Rex lifted his halberd and aimed it at Jeong Yoo-shin.
A stance similar to the ox stance in swordsmanship.
It was similar to a bull aiming its horns.
Jeong Yoo-shin had no intention of facing Rex with just swordsmanship.
A halberd was a long weapon.
He had to get into a close-quarters battle.
To do that…
Jeong Yoo-shin lifted his arm.
His bread-and-butter imprint.
[Sacred Weapon]
Property Imbuement.
Gale.
As he willed, a golden single-edged sword appeared in his other hand.
He held the red single-edged sword and the golden single-edged sword at the ready and bent his body.
Fwoooooosh!!!
Jeong Yoo-shin's figure stretched out for a moment. He shot out at an incredible speed and swung the single-edged swords in both of his hands.
Rex calmly thrust his halberd.
He already knew that Skar used strange tricks with a low-level holy magic like Sacred Weapon.
The information that the barbarian became insanely fast with the golden single-edged sword was also known in the underworld.
Swiiish!!!
A simple thrust flew, aiming for Jeong Yoo-shin's head.
Jeong Yoo-shin swung his red single-edged sword and parried the spear tip that was right in front of his eyes.
Twaaaaaang!!!
At the same time, a shockwave exploded.
Fwoooosh!!!
Jeong Yoo-shin's hair flew wildly.
Piiiiing.
Blood poured from Jeong Yoo-shin's nose and ears. His vision shook, and he felt nauseous.
He couldn't hear the cheers of the people or the sound of weapons cutting through the air anymore.
'I definitely blocked it...?!'
He never thought that the shockwave would be this strong.
Jeong Yoo-shin staggered back. A blue will-o'-the-wisp was already burning in his two eyes.
[Revenger]
The imprint that increased his health and mana recovery as well as his recovery from wounds when he hit an opponent after taking damage was activated.
Rex grinned and lifted his halberd. The barbarian was like a moth to a flame.
From top to bottom.
The halberd tore through the air and plunged toward Jeong Yoo-shin's head.
Jeong Yoo-shin hurriedly stepped and dodged to the side.
Kra-boooom!!!
The halberd shattered the ground and emitted a shockwave.
A wave that pushed through the air and exploded violently. Small stone fragments flew like shrapnel.
Slit!!!
The flying stone fragments tore his cheek and forehead.
Blood flowed down from Jeong Yoo-shin's eyebrow.
His clothes were in tatters, and the tip of his sword trembled.
"..."
The people who had been cheering for Jeong Yoo-shin became as quiet as mice.
Not much time had passed since the duel had begun.
Skar and Rex had exchanged only two blows, and the people could immediately see who had the upper hand.
Astaroth, who was sitting at the head of the table, frowned, as if she were inwardly uncomfortable.
"Ingrid, is this really right? No matter how promising a talent Skar is, he's a low-intermediate explorer, isn't he? Rex is a high-intermediate. Look, there's such a difference in their capabilities. It's a fight where he's no match from the start. Do we really have to do this?"
"Wait. The duel isn’t over yet."
Ingrid answered with an indifferent expression.
"I know that Skar can imbue 'properties' on his Sacred Weapon, but what's the use if he's being pushed back in a frontal assault like that? The same goes for the Revenger imprint. It's useless in the face of an overwhelming attack. You need to have a match to have a mind game."
Astaroth grumbled, sticking out her canine tooth.
"..."
But Ingrid didn’t answer and focused on the battle instead.
Jeong Yoo-shin moved his body with difficulty and dodged Rex's attacks.
But he couldn't block the shockwaves, so the damage within him was gradually accumulating.
His stylish coat was torn to shreds, and his hair was a mess.
The leader of the Beast Clan, Tig, smiled sinisterly.
Easy.
No matter how much of a Butcher the barbarian was, he was no match for a high-intermediate explorer from the underworld.
Tig was glad that he had formed a good relationship with Rex.
He had saved Rex in the labyrinth a few years ago.
Among Rex’s party members who had been torn to shreds by monsters, the man was bleeding and dying.
Tig had recognized him at a glance.
Talent.
Since he had saved Rex’s life, the latter had naturally joined his clan.
He had taught the naive next-in-line chief various knowledge.
Power rules all.
Rex, who had lost his party members in the labyrinth, had accepted his teachings well.
'Unlike that Dalmong fellow.'
Tig made a bitter smile. A good-natured bear of a man who had gone in and out of the labyrinth with him when he knew nothing.
A fellow who had retired and, despite Tig offering his hand to run the Beast Clan together, had ended up refusing and had gone to the southern district to open an inn and live peacefully.
"Tsk."
Tig shook his head and brushed off his meaningless old thoughts. The fight would be over soon.
If he won this duel, there would be no one who could stop the Beast Clan.
All he had to do was rack his brain and draw out the maximum benefit.
Tig continued to watch the two men's fight.
Boom!!!!!
The battered Jeong Yoo-shin rolled on the ground.
A halberd was stuck in the place where he had just been.
"Shit!!!"
There was no time to catch his breath.
Rex, thinking he had seized victory, was controlling the pace and swinging his halberd.
The skills he had honed in battle were firmly supporting the Siege Breaker's ability.
A solid fortress wall itself.
Overwhelming power was contained in each of his light swings.
Armor was useless, and evasion was even more useless.
Every time Jeong Yoo-shin thought he had dodged, a strong shockwave would shake his bones and overturn his insides.
Rex tightened his grip on his halberd with a disappointed expression.
"Let's end this. I'm tired of fighting while holding back."
"..."
Jeong Yoo-shin raised his single-edged sword without a word.
An unyielding gaze.
Was it arrogance?
Was it stubbornness?
He didn't know, but it made a corner of Rex's heart uncomfortable.
Rex rushed and brought his halberd down.
Whoooooosh!!!
The huge axe blade of the halberd tore through the air and aimed for Jeong Yoo-shin's head.
Jeong Yoo-shin twisted his body.
Kra-boooom!!!
The broken floor. Stone dust rose high and obscured his vision.
Through the dust, the sharp spear tip of the halberd accurately aimed for Jeong Yoo-shin and thrust.
Swiiissssh!!!
A thrust several times faster than the previous attacks.
It aimed for his neck, as if to cut his breath in one go.
Jeong Yoo-shin gritted his teeth and quickly raised his red single-edged sword.
Kra-boooom!!!
A shockwave exploded.
Jeong Yoo-shin's figure was revealed through the billowing dust.
He was lying on the ground.
A complete defeat.
A few people, unable to watch any longer, closed their eyes.
The chicken beast-person, who was the referee, shook his head, as if there was nothing more to see.
"This duel is..."
At that moment…
Jeong Yoo-shin staggered to his feet.
The half-breed barbarian's condition was terrible.
His shirt was a tatter.
He was bleeding from his nose, ears, and mouth.
His left arm was completely broken and was dangling limply.
The crowd covered their mouths at Jeong Yoo-shin's terrible appearance.
"Skar, stop now. You've lost. If you're injured this much, your life is in danger."
The chicken beast-person said with a frown.
Jeong Yoo-shin bowed his head and spat a wad of red phlegm on the ground.
"Kuuuuk!!! Ptui!!!"
Jeong Yoo-shin lifted his head.
A terrible sight.
Nevertheless, Jeong Yoo-shin's eyes were burning bluer than ever before.
"This much? It's just like usual."
"..."
The crowd stared at Jeong Yoo-shin with their mouths agape.
That one sentence contained a summary of the hell the half-breed barbarian had been through.
"This is doable."
Jeong Yoo-shin muttered.
Rex grinned.
"Alright. Let's see this to the end. Don't blame me if you die."
"Your mom."
Jeong Yoo-shin replied, tearing his tattered clothes.
His muscular upper body was clearly revealed in broad daylight.
Jeong Yoo-shin slung his red single-edged sword over his shoulder and slowly walked toward Rex.
Rex saw Jeong Yoo-shin's burning eyes and swung his halberd. It was difficult for him to hold back any longer.
A blow swung with all his might.
'I've been waiting.'
Jeong Yoo-shin's hand shone for a moment.
[Sacred Weapon]
Property Imbuement.
Half-Ogre Gauntlets.
An enormous force, shining golden, wrapped around Jeong Yoo-shin's hand that was holding the single-edged sword.
The halberd and the single-edged sword clashed in the air.
Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeong!!!!!!
A roar and a shockwave exploded. Stone powder and dust scattered around Jeong Yoo-shin and Rex.
"What...?!"
Rex's eyes widened like saucers.
Skar was smiling. Blood was pouring from his nose and ears, but he didn't seem to care at all.
It was the smile of a man who had given up on his life.
A chill ran down Rex’s spine at that demonic smile.
"One."
Jeong Yoo-shin muttered.
One?
Rex's eyes trembled. A meaningless mumble.
But he couldn't care.
This half-breed barbarian was pushing back his halberd with strength.
A vein popped on Rex's forehead.
He couldn't lose.
"Two."
Rex growled.
"What are you talking about?! Why are you counting?!! What's your scheme?!"
Rex, who had lost his composure and was caught up in Jeong Yoo-shin's demonic appearance, shouted.
"Three."
A killing intent felt from above his head.
Rex instinctively stepped back.
Kra-boooooom!!!
A Zweihänder fell from the air and lodged itself in the spot where Rex had been.
A golden greatsword was stuck in the ground, emitting a cool chill.
A chill ran down his spine.
He had almost died in an instant without knowing why. It was a complete mystery as to what kind of magic Skar had used.
To summon a Sacred Weapon in the air, did that even make any sense?
Jeong Yoo-shin held the hilt of his single-edged sword in his mouth and grabbed the Zweihänder.
The blue will-o'-the-wisp in his pupils spread out like smoke.
"Thwee hs hungwy."
Rex took another step back.
What in the world did that mean?
Was it the incantation of a spell?
Fwoooosh!!!
A cold fog exploded from the Zweihänder.
Fog Step.
A magic that emitted a cold fog around him, allowing him to hide his body in it.
"Hut?!"
The watching people, flustered, raised their hands to cover their faces.
Since the barrier magic was already in effect, the fog didn’t cross over to the audience.
But they couldn't see inside.
The people narrowed their eyes to look inside the barrier.
In the thick fog…
Rex took a few more steps back and raised his halberd.
His head was spinning after facing a life-threatening crisis in a state of carelessness.
What kind of 'property' had the barbarian imbued this time?
He was even more anxious because he didn't know the identity of this cold fog. And the fact that Skar, who had disappeared like a ghost in an instant, was nowhere to be seen, also played a part in it.
"What a ridiculous trick...!"
Rex shouted in anger.
Tick.
The sound of a stone rolling from a close distance.
"There you are?!!!"
Rex swung his halberd toward the sound.
Kra-boooom!!!
The halberd just broke the innocent ground.
At that moment…
"Noh there."
A voice from behind Rex.
The sharp blade of the Zweihänder, which had flown through the fog, pierced Rex's thigh.
"Kuuuk!!!"
Rex swallowed a groan and was about to swing his halberd, but his body wouldn't move.
Frost Stalker.
A magic that sealed the opponent's movements when an attack landed.
"What kind of magic is this?! You cowardly bastard!!!"
Rex let out a cry full of indignation.
A cool blade was pressed against Rex's neck.
Rex's body stiffened once again.
As the Zweihänder disappeared, the thick fog also cleared.
The people were shocked at the revealed scene.
They didn't know what kind of trick he had used, but the half-breed barbarian was holding a single-edged sword to Rex's neck.
Blood was flowing from the thigh of the kneeling Rex.
The chicken beast-person who was the referee looked down at Jeong Yoo-shin and Rex with surprised eyes. Then he turned his head and looked at Astaroth and Ingrid.
Astaroth shot up from her seat and looked down at Jeong Yoo-shin.
"Wh-What in the world is this?! Skar, how did that guy summon a Sacred Weapon in the air?!"
Ingrid gave a small smile.
"Astaroth, why are you curious? It's a secret."
For the past three days, Skar had been racking his brain on how to utilize the Telekinesis imprint.
She had asked the thinking Skar if he could try summoning a sword from above.
'Is that possible? A Sacred Weapon can't be summoned anywhere other than my hand.'
'Didn't you explain the trick to using the Telekinesis imprint before? You said that you move an invisible 'hand'.'
After that, Skar had shut himself in his room, closed his eyes, and meditated.
Ingrid had believed in Skar.
He was a child who would find a way somehow.
In the end, he had used the Telekinesis imprint to summon a Sacred Weapon outside his hand. He had succeeded in turning the tables.
The chicken beast-person, Winger, looked at Astaroth and Ingrid, then nodded.
"The winner is Skar!!! This is truly unbelievable."
Jeong Yoo-shin's appearance was a complete mess, unbecoming of a winner.
Jeong Yoo-shin lifted his single-edged sword. It wasn’t damaged, but rather, it was shining and emitting a cool sharpness.
'The performance is good.'
As expected, he was glad that he had gotten it from Aldein. If he had brought another sword, it would have broken in a few clashes.
Rex gritted his teeth and looked up at Jeong Yoo-shin.
"I may have lost this time, but...!"
Jeong Yoo-shin sheathed his sword and raised his fist.
Craaaaaack!!!
He punched Rex in the mouth.
Not only the chicken beast-person, but also the audience looked at Jeong Yoo-shin with a dumbfounded look.
To punch the loser after the match was already over.
It was the first time they had seen such an ill-mannered act.
"This bastard is trying to act cool. Take off your pants, you bastard. I'll spare your life, but you have to die socially."
"D-Don't!!! Please!!!"
The chicken beast-person looked blankly at the two men, then shook his head.
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T/N - Lol, what a finish. Can’t blame anyone but yourself for this, Rex. You mess with the bull, it takes off your pants in front of the public. 😂
Also, another fight where the MC gets his shit beaten up before winning. Seriously, the guy is way too dependent on his Revenger imprint. Hopefully, he learns his lesson here
Lastly, quite the creative use of the Telekinesis imprint. But then again, the MC has always been pretty creative with his imprints, tools, and weapons.