Ch.151146 – Placement Exam

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[Real-time Kariri getting DESTROYED by NoName!][39]

(NoName vs Kariri viewer count comparison.jpg)

7,947(NoName) vs 6,650(Kariri Ch.)

NoName cuts her off just 30 minutes after starting stream!

[Comments]

-Kariri is totally dead lol

└ What did you expect from someone who got famous through mindless collabs?

└ Classic streamer gallery flip-flopping lol. You were all going crazy when she collabed with LK and Kim Wooju

└ When was that? When this place was terraformed by VTuber stans? That was just the dark age of streamer gallery

-She’s really washed up now

└ How is 6k viewers on a weekday “washed up”?

└ Look at you rushing to defend her lol

-Battle power ranking #1’s placement test? Delicious!

-NoName just passed 10k viewers

└ For real?

-How are you gonna handle 130k battle power!?

-She could just spam heals and still win lol

-It’s time to finally let Kariri go…

└ Is she really that broken now?

-Reminds me of that Seoul mayor who said medium wild ginseng is better than high-grade, and high-grade is better than premium

└ Whoa…!

└ We absolutely must NOT mention that person

* * *

City walls were originally designed to effectively block external enemies trying to enter the city and simplify battle dynamics.

Especially when walking along high walls, one can feel almost detached from the world inside.

Below, the sharp metallic sounds of weapons clashing echoed, occasionally mixed with the screams of soldiers that resembled the endless hell.

But only for a moment.

BOOM-!

A massive explosion intensified the madness of slaughter, and the battle grew even fiercer, but the stalemate showed no signs of breaking.

[dudrhkd: Just a healer alone in a narrow path? Lucky me.]

At the end of the narrow walkway created by the wall, a knight raised his greatsword high.

The blade, sharp enough to slice even windblown leaves, slowly traced an arc toward the front.

The gleaming blade seemed to make a declaration as it cut through sunlight and sea breeze.

From a distance where voices couldn’t be heard, the knight in shining silver armor and an elegant helmet sent me a message using chat.

[dudrhkd: Quickly draw your secondary weapon. It’s no fun if I just kill you easily.]

Ha.

Giving your enemy leeway is the most taboo thing for a knight.

I slipped my hand between the geometrically protruding basket hilt, gripping it differently this time.

Cold wind entered through the branch-like intertwined hilt, awakening a chilling sensation in my hand.

The wind rushed toward us because one side of the wall had completely collapsed.

Uniquely in this battlefield, there was a “falling death” judgment.

Perhaps this is what the Nightmare difficulty wanted to teach us players. Memories of the observatory came to mind.

I walked slowly forward, receiving the knight’s gaze with my entire body.

His speed didn’t decrease.

A knight with twice my health charging fiercely toward a priest had obvious intentions.

There was no respect visible in his movements.

If the emotion he showed had been reverence or fear, I might have thought differently.

“HYAAAH!”

A simple but half-beat faster downward strike rushed toward me.

A strong attack at close range where a breath could reach me was dangerous.

That’s why I kept my eyes fixed on that greatsword.

I endured until the final, most final moment, then quickly swung my schiavona diagonally.

Assuming I didn’t know I would lose in a head-on clash with his greatsword, my opponent continued his attack, and that careless judgment only succeeded in lightly cutting my shoulder.

Yes, only.

“Huh?”

The greatsword’s path diverted.

I dove deeper toward the knight whose center of gravity had shifted forward.

Now we were at such close range that we could see each other’s eyelashes.

“Goodbye.”

The schiavona is a sword with spatial dominance and free rotation.

In an instant, the pommel of the sword rotated half a turn and struck the knight’s solar plexus, then I grabbed his collar and pushed him off the nearby cliff, bidding farewell.

“YOU BIIIIITCH!”

“I’m not going to fight you.”

* * *

-Crazy bitch evil bitch crazy bitch evil bitch

-That guy who keeps charging is pretty stubborn too lol

-Isn’t NoName more stubborn for making him fall seven times?

-CLASH SWORDS WITH HIM AT LEAST ONCE!!!!!

The man simply wanted to have a fair duel.

[dudrhkd: Don’t make me fall, let’s have a proper one-on-one fight.]

He approached cautiously to avoid being tricked like the first time, but the priest didn’t move a step from her position.

Feeling completely ignored, the knight struck with a short downward slash.

The priest dodged nimbly as before, but the knight immediately charged without giving her any opening.

He didn’t make the mistake of using a strong attack.

He swung short strikes more times than he could count, but was amazed when the priest successfully parried.

“Here again. Goodbye.”

“Huh? WHAAAAAT!”

The priest slightly shifted her body sideways and swung her sword widely horizontally.

Years of honed male instinct moved the greatsword vertically.

CLANG-

The sound of a successful parry that gives listeners a strange and fulfilling satisfaction.

The priest flew far and hit the opposite wall.

‘Great, I succeeded…!’

But there was no ground beneath the knight’s feet.

That was the second falling death judgment.

“You play this game like shit.”

“…”

He was a user with remarkable sword-handling abilities. This time, the knight, having clearly assessed himself, abandoned his sword.

His plan was to sacrifice health and go for hand-to-hand combat.

“Goodbye.”

“Why? WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY!”

In an instant, his body floated up, the sky became the ground and the ground became the sky.

He continued to challenge her, never imagining his bulky character could be lifted so easily.

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

“Don’t you understand Korean? Goodbye.”

“Au revoir.”

“Damn it!”

The seventh falling death judgment.

Now the game’s outcome didn’t matter.

Fighting aside, this woman seemed to have no intention of even crossing swords.

0/7/0.

The stats were unbelievably cruel for just 10 minutes into the game.

Meanwhile, the woman had somehow managed to record over 10 kills.

The woman never went back to base.

If she had bought items and increased her stats, she would have given up breaking through the wall and attacked the stronghold via a detour.

However, this passage had become a test of the man’s pride.

He didn’t want to learn how to say goodbye in multiple languages.

“Huff…”

Rather than getting too excited, he felt his head cooling down.

The knight slowly walked toward the woman, raised his greatsword high,

THUD!

And dropped its massive weight at the woman’s feet.

The greatsword, deeply embedded in the ground, split the sturdy wall floor.

The knight, catching his breath, placed his left hand on the sword’s handle and his right hand near his heart to show his determination.

“Goodbye? No, I’ll keep coming back here until I defeat you.”

Having died 7 times already, the knight knew he had become useless in this game.

Even if he focused solely on growth for the next 10 minutes, he might remain useless until the end of the game.

But he was someone who had experienced countless victories and defeats in World of Arsheria.

His experience taught him that no matter how many times you lose, the one who wins the last battle always gets to taste the sweet fruit of a comeback victory.

“Do you think I’ll give up like this?”

Moreover, the anger that had risen after falling to his death 7 times wouldn’t easily subside.

No matter how many more times he fell to his death, he was determined to make this person properly swing their sword.

With that resolve, the knight threw his helmet to the ground and drew his greatsword.

“Welcome back.”

“…?”

The woman drew her sword forward.

The soil shifted slightly due to her back foot, firmly fixed to the ground with a lowered center of gravity.

“Ha, finally you’re going to fight properly, damn it.”

“You finally got into position. That’s why.”

“So posture meant mindset?”

The healer’s health and attack power had already risen to knight level through leveling up.

This was now the most equal match.

The knight, with renewed determination, filled his lungs with air and bloodshot his eyes.

The blades of the two swordsmen crossed and collided, creating fierce sound waves.

This time, neither side broke or deflected.

A strike aimed at piercing the knight’s right thigh was blocked.

A greatsword trying to slash the priest’s left upper body lost direction and bounced off.

Both quickly retrieved their swords toward their bodies, preparing for the next move.

CLANG-!

And again, the two swords met in the center.

They entered a power struggle, trying to devour each other with a force like sparks flying between them.

There was no time to catch breath or blink.

The battle situation changed dramatically every moment, with all nerves focused on each other in a climactic fight.

Properly crossing swords and with breath reaching his chin, the knight finally realized.

All his movements were already being read.

The priest’s one-handed sword should have been much faster than the knight’s greatsword, but the tenacious woman didn’t carelessly extend her arm. She was waiting for him to collapse on his own.

The knight exhaled all the breath he had been holding during the fierce battle.

“Whew… hahah… AAAH! World of Arsheria is so damn fun! This is why I can’t quit!”

Hearing that laughter, NoName remained unfazed.

The knight stepped into a fighting stance and quickly retrieved his greatsword.

It was a misjudgment to think a frontal battle would work, but the woman was also excellent in hand-to-hand combat experience.

The only option was to somehow induce a failed parry and separate the sword from her body.

As soon as he confirmed that the priest’s pupils were firmly fixed on his arms and shoulders, the knight’s body crouched like a turtle and then swung his arm widely.

A simple strong attack. It could be a fatal technique that could kill the priest with just one graze, but this fearless woman would parry like before.

Conversely, the knight’s eyes soon filled with bewilderment as he tried to cancel the attack at the last moment to gain the initiative.

‘She’s not moving?’

Contrary to the knight’s expectations, the priest didn’t take any action.

If he had changed his mind and struck with the greatsword, he could have taken the beautiful woman’s neck, but she didn’t move a muscle.

‘Was I read this far?’

However, he couldn’t cancel the plan that had been imprinted in his mind through numerous simulations.

Whoosh-

As the greatsword traveled through the air due to the voluntary cancellation of the strong attack, the sharp schiavona shot like an arrow and cruelly tore through the knight’s abdomen.

The knight, spitting blood, fell to his knees, planted both arms on the ground, and finally hit his head on the hard, cold bricks.

His heart beat violently, but not because he had fallen from a height.

It was from the expectation that he could have such an intense and satisfying battle again.

“Hahaha you’re really good. I’ll be back, so wait right here.”