Chapter 624
Chapter 624
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 624
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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"This isn't a room meant to be cleared that way."
"I know. But I don't have much time. If I get the chance later, I'll come back and tackle it properly, as intended."
Seira nodded. But there was no way I'd ever return here.
"Was that Heavenly Demon Divine Art just now?"
"Yes."
"It's far off the beaten path for martial arts. But it's definitely framed within martial arts."
"I agree it's no ordinary martial art."
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art couldn't be ordinary.
A graveyard lay before me.
Countless swords were stabbed into the ground like tombstones.
"Milady. What do we do here?"
"Nothing. As the name implies, it's just a graveyard. A place to honor legendary swordsmen of the past."
"Are those the swords they wielded in life?"
"Probably. But they're all fakes. Dig under any of them, and you won't find a body. It's just a spot dressed up to look the part."
"No bodies, all fakes... How disappointing."
"Think of it as a hall of fame. When you return to Father, just tell him there's nothing here. He'll acknowledge that you've conquered the Sword Graveyard."
"Thank you for your help, milady. Thanks to you, I cleared it in just three short days."
"My advice helped, but your skills are the real deal. And seeing your Heavenly Demon Divine Art gave me plenty of insights myself. I might be the one who should be grateful."
I turned away without a second thought. I'd never cared about the graveyard to begin with. Instead, I stared straight at Seira.
"Do you have something to say to me?"
"On the contrary, don't you have something to say to me, milady?"
"So you noticed."
"Yes. I'm a swordsman too, even if just a novice. My back was prickling the whole way here."
Seira had felt competitive toward me on the journey. More precisely, toward my Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
She leveled her sword at me.
"I am Seira Arphis. I challenge Sung Yu-jin to a duel."
"Sung Yu-jin, in service to Duchess Elena Valderte. Before I accept, I have a condition."
"What condition?"
The words sleep with me right here nearly escaped my lips, but I held them back with iron will. We'd spent the last three days together and built some rapport. I couldn't throw that away in an instant.
"If I win the duel, come with me to Arphis City. Returning with you would earn me a warm welcome from Duke Arphis himself. This mission means a great deal to me."
"Very well. I accept your condition."
Seira agreed cleanly. It wasn't a bad deal for her anyway.
"Does Lady Arphis have no requests of her own?"
"I'm the one who challenged you. All I want is your best effort."
"Understood."
I faced her and raised my practice sword. Sword aura flickered along my blade, while a blue aura surged from hers.
Seira moved first. She closed the distance in a flash with light footwork and swung. I spotted her left fist trembling.
Her left fist is a feint.
Clang!
I parried the sword. The impact numbed my arm—immense power. She was stronger than me, as expected.
My defeat is all but certain.
Without Complete Recovery or items, pure skill alone couldn't beat her.
But I can't lose too easily. If I flop pathetically here, she'll lose interest in me.
I retreated, then darted to her left. Heavenly Demon energy rippled in my left fist. Unlike her, this was no feint. Seira's eyes widened as she shifted her sword sideways.
I've only used my sword around her. She didn't know I could punch too.
She blocked my fist with her sword, but couldn't fully absorb the shockwave. Her body floated backward. As her ample chest heaved beneath her uniform, I spun, channeling the rotation into my blade.
I unleashed the Revolving Heavenly Demon Dragon of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art through my Heavenly Demon Sword.
It won't kill her even if it lands clean. Wounds heal fast here anyway. And this much...
My sword sliced her abdomen. Her uniform and skin tore, blood spraying. But it was shallow. She'd barely dodged.
What surprised me was her skin tearing while her uniform stayed intact.
"That was close."
Seira gripped her sword two-handed and raised it overhead. Her disrupted uniform exposed her voluptuous breasts. They jiggled, pale and full, with large pink nipples and areolae to match. Hers were rounded and elongated, lewdly evoking a cow's udders.
And there was a mole under her left breast.
Damn, got distracted.
Seira knew it too. She wanted a sacred duel. If I lost like this, she'd despise me.
Moment!
I stepped behind her. The forced Overlord Step twisted my guts.
Seira spun instantly, altering her sword's arc.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art is one thing, but her swordsmanship is unnatural too. Like the sword's alive.
I chained into a technique only possible after Overlord Step.
Aiming for both shoulders and solar plexus.
Seira's eyes bulged as she backpedaled. No choice—Nine Strikes, Three Kills attacked three times simultaneously, absurdly.
It was my most esoteric technique right now.
But her response was swift. She sacrificed her left shoulder boldly, blocked the solar plexus with her sword, and dodged the right.
"Impressive. That technique leaves me in awe."
Blood spurted.
Not hers—right in front of me. She'd slashed my body the instant she evaded. She didn't miss the opening from my big move.
"...Lady Arphis is the impressive one. I realized that attack too late."
"Ending it here?"
"No. I can still move."
Her breasts were fully exposed. No blush even in the duel. Shame.
But most regrettable? Not touching those massive tits right in front of me.
I want to grope them!
Boom!
I stomped, pushing the first step of Overlord Step. Space warped around me as my meridians twisted to their limit, blood pouring from mouth and nose.
I wanted to collapse, but I'd committed—I had to see it through.
Five slashes hurtled at Seira.
Using it myself, I realized too late: imperfect. She could dodge easily by retreating.
But Seira didn't. She braced her lower body and swung. Her blue arc shattered all five slashes.
No technique. Pure fundamentals.
The essence of basics honed to the limit.
Her strike's depth overwhelmed my flawed slashes, shattering them.
But my real goal is...
I staggered toward her. She reset her stance, but my sword had already hit the ground.
Cough!
I vomited blood, her momentum faltering.
Now!
My head hit her chest. So soft and springy it nearly bounced back. I relaxed, my head sliding down until her left nipple entered my mouth. I bit hard.
"Hiiyaah?!"
Seira let out an uncharacteristic shriek. Her body went limp. My teeth marks must be deep on her areola.
Seira. These tits are mine now.
Consciousness faded.
Regrettable... the blood makes her nipple taste bloody....
I opened my eyes.
I lay properly on the floor. Sitting up, my internal injuries were healed.
"You're awake. Feeling alright? Injuries inside the Sword Graveyard heal quickly."
"Yes. I'm fine."
Seira was nearby, sweaty and gripping her sword—she'd been training.
"That... sorry, milady. At the end of the duel, I..."
Unexpectedly, her cheeks flushed faintly.
"I-it's fine. I know it wasn't intentional. Keep today's events quiet, and I won't hold it against you."
"Thank you. I'll take it to my grave."
She wore her uniform properly now. Disappointing.
Want to see them one more time...
Her breasts lingered in my mind.
"How long was I out?"
"About twelve hours."
"......That's too long."
"You took that much internal damage and recovered in twelve hours. No need to complain about time."
"True. Outside, I might've died."
I stood.
Seira approached.
"Milady?"
"The duel gave me realizations. I'll go back with you."
"Thank you! Duke Arphis will be thrilled!"
Seira stared intently. Her vibe had softened from before.
"Something to say?"
"......You're too good to waste under that witch."
"Pardon?"
"You're too talented for her shadow. ...You said before you're not an official Valderte knight. Let me make you an offer: become my knight."
"Lady Arphis, I appreciate it, but it's too sudden."
"Better than that witch. Aren't we both swordsmen on the same path? As an Arphis knight, we could hone our blades together. If you accept, I'll ask Father to take you under his wing."
Her conquer flashed in my mind.
Accept, and I'd have her within three months, guaranteed.
But accepting means betraying Elena.
Not official or not, it'd feel like betrayal to her. All my progress gone. Post-bedding her, I'd accept in a heartbeat...
"Sorry, milady. I can't betray Elena."
"Betray... So that's how you see it."
"Yes. Official or not, I'm a Valderte knight."
"Whatever you think, that witch is ruthless. When the time comes, she'll discard you without a second thought."
"I don't think so."
Seira frowned displeased. After a silent pause, she spoke.
"No helping it. I'll stick with you for a while."
"...Pardon? Milady? What do you mean?"
"I can't leave a promising knight like you under that witch—its end is obvious. So I'll teach you the merits of being an Arphis knight myself. Once you know Arphis, Valderte won't even register."