episode_0122

122. The Original.

The moment his vision flashed, Johann reflexively deployed a shield.

White current snaked up the hazy barrier like vines, wrapping around it.

It didn’t completely block it. Sparsely protruding sparks disrupted Johann’s nerves. The world intermittently shook.

“Keuk!”

Even with Acceleration of Thought, it’s this fast? Johann gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

Kugugung-

As the ground quivered, an explosion erupted beneath the lightning mage’s feet.

Fierce flames licked out, incinerating the mage’s flesh.

“Ugh! Not bad, you are!”

The mage stammered. He was wearing a protective current all over his body, but that didn’t mean all the pain was alleviated.

He had to endure some of the pain. Still, it was bearable. If only the firepower of the flames hadn’t suddenly amplified.

Hwareureureuk-!

The threshold of pain a human can withstand is clear. Without realizing it, his mouth hung open.

“Kkeuaaaaaaak! W-Wait a minute!”

Fortunately, Johann’s mental strength was superior to the opponent’s mage. Johann waved his fan while blood streamed from his nose.

The gale that shot out from the fan amplified the size of the flames, as if working a bellows.

“Heeeuuu.”

Johann’s right arm trembled. The situation was already constrained due to the electric current. It was difficult to execute the fan technique the Spiritual Sense had taught him.

Thud, eventually Johann let out a faint groan and dropped the fan. It was right around then. The point when the torrent of lightning tormenting Johann subsided.

Johann clutched his knees and panted. A Tang Clan warrior, who had been watching the two mages’ combat from afar, sparkled his eyes.

The Occultist’s nape looked tempting. It felt like he could harvest that fruit any moment.

“You bastard!”

Whee-ik-

Along with a sharp sound of air being cut, the warrior’s sword fell. Johann raised his finger upward without even looking.

The warrior’s vision was dyed blue, and his skull was crushed, failing to fulfill its role.

Johann barely lifted his head and scanned his surroundings.

Hesitantly-

The warriors who were stealthily approaching stopped in surprise. Johann chuckled. Right, their lives are precious too.

“Mine is the same. You bastards.”

Piiiiiiing-

A blue light beam was fired in all directions, centered on Johann. Strangely enough, the path the light beams passed through was lined only with corpses with holes pierced in their vitals.

Incredibly precise magical power manipulation! The lightning mage, barely clinging to life, widened his eyes.

“W-What the hell is that again……”

Shooting dozens of Magic Missiles? Anyone can do it.

Even a six-year-old child can do it, as long as there’s enough magical power to support it.

However, modifying the path of each of those numerous Magic Missiles to target vital points is by no means an easy task.

At least, among the mages the lightning mage had seen so far, there was no such monster.

‘Escape, I have to escape… …’

Heumchit!

The lightning mage looked at Johann with trembling eyes. His eyes, his eyes met.

A pathetic, and miserable voice flowed from his mouth.

“Mercy, please save me—”

Peoseok-

The lightning mage’s skull was shattered miserably. Johann lowered his finger and thought.

Tsk, I was expecting something since he seemed strong. He didn’t give me karma. Was he not in 1st place?

Johann watched Sama Han and the Tang Clan Head with a disappointed smile.

The one with the upper hand was Sama Han’s side. That old man, he’s not ordinary after all.

If Johann joined, it seemed like the battle would end soon.

Seueueueueu… …

He draws out magical power strand by strand.

The heat, as if his whole body would burn up right away, is felt at his fingertips. He ignored it.

Johann bit his lip and molded the magical power into a sharp and slender form.

Its nature is flame, its shape is a harpoon.

Fire Harpoon.

Hwareureureureureuk-!

When Johann blinked at the stinging temperature, the Clan Head’s left arm had been pierced by the crimson harpoon.

Silence lingered in the area for a while, and it was none other than the Clan Head who broke the silence.

He grabbed his left arm and screamed.

“Keuaaaaaaak!”

Sama Han wasn’t one to miss this opportunity. Either way, it was clearly an opportunity, so he gladly swung his sword.

“Keuheup!”

Jjeoeeoeeong!

The Clan Head contorted his face like a vengeful ghost and pulled out his short sword. However, one of his arms was suddenly gone.

With the difference in skill also clear now, the Clan Head’s sword was helplessly bounced away.

Sama Han rotated his body and extended his sword strike again.

At that moment, the Clan Head’s chest swelled up abnormally.

“Heot!”

Sama Han, who saw the sight, was startled and stepped back. It was an unlike reaction from him.

Before long, the meaning of that action was revealed. A cloudy, dark green poison gas spread out from the Clan Head’s mouth.

Puhaaaaaaa-

The spread of the poison gas was so fast that Sama Han’s entire body was buried in the poisonous mist in an instant.

Sama Han urgently shouted from within the poisonous mist.

“The fan! Give me the fan!”

“······!”

It seems like it’s not the time to be fussy. Johann floated the fan on his hand and then struck it with a Magic Missile.

Fortunately, the fan was an object in the ranks of divine objects. Instead of breaking, it flew to the place where Sama Han was standing at an incredible speed.

Ssuk, the fan disappeared into the poisonous mist. Did it arrive properly? Fortunately, the shout that followed reassured Johann.

“Well done! Hueup!”

Huuuuoong-!

The cloudy dark green poisonous mist writhed, and then rose up fiercely, reaching for the sky.

A dragon made of poison. It was as if a Poison Dragon was ascending to a new level. Droplets of cold sweat flowed down Johann’s ear.

‘Heo… … It’s on a different level from me. Is that really the same weapon?’

A realm he would reach someday if he continued to work hard endlessly. Johann decided not to be impatient. He just molded new magical power and completed the spell.

Now, it’s just time to do what he does best.

Piiiiiiing-

Dozens of Magic Missiles rise into the air. The moment Johann was about to wave his hand─

‘······Two people!’

Johann urgently twisted his hands, which were about to rotate. His two hands pointed in different directions. The Magic Missiles, split into two streams, poured down like thunder.

Superhuman thinking speed made this possible.

Kukwakwakwakwakwang!!!

The sound of a violent waterfall echoed around. It hadn’t even been long since he had fired the spells, but the roar had already been heard.

Johann stepped back with a pale face. After quickly getting out of the way, Johann looked at the spot where he had been standing until just now.

“Heo heo. What a wondrous skill. It would have been a big problem if we had ordered the children to do it.”

“That’s right. The recent movements of the Black Island have been unusual, so I wondered if there would be an attack, but I didn’t expect it to really come. How did you come straight to Sichuan?”

Ososo, Johann got goosebumps all over his body. What if he had poured the Magic Missiles at the Clan Head?

Inevitably, his concentration on the main body would have dropped, and he would never have had a good result.

‘I’m dead. I would have definitely died.’

While Johann’s heart was pounding, two warriors spoke.

“Hey. Why don’t you answer when we ask you a question? You’re a rude child.”

“Heo heo, that’s how all the youngsters are these days. Don’t scold him too much. Either way… …”

Swiiik-

A strange noise, as if air was leaking somewhere, echoed.

Johann didn’t blink. Rather, he was staring straight ahead. But, how!

“Isn’t he a friend who will die soon.”

When a low and old voice dug into his ear, the sword had already arrived.

Johann glanced his eyes. The sword surface that an old man was wielding had the letters “Cloud Pattern” engraved on it.

Johann knew very well what that meant.

‘Cloud Pattern Sword!’

It’s a type of sword that the Qingcheng Sect’s warriors owned. Then, this old man’s identity is… …

Kwaaaaaaaaang!!

“Keueut!”

Jureureuk, Johann’s body slid like a sled. The layers of shields were shattered in an instant.

He doesn’t know what will happen if he combines hidden weapons and Dragon Poison Art, but as far as swordsmanship is concerned, he is several levels above the Clan Head.

Johann opened his mouth in a trembling voice.

“···The Sect Leader’s butt is so light. The Qingcheng Sect’s prestige was all false.”

“Heu, you young one. It’s not that it’s light, but that it knows where it should be. I don’t regret coming to this place today.”

The Qingcheng Sect Leader lowered his posture and held the sword with both hands.

“And, the old woman of Emei has come, so how can the Qingcheng Sect’s fence not come?”

The body of the Sect Leader, who said that, became blurred. He was able to react this time. Johann quickly stomped his feet.

Kureung, the pillar of fire that gushed out from the floor clashed with the Sect Leader. He had been continuously planting the seeds of fire since earlier.

The entire area was in Johann’s grasp. He didn’t expect two Sect Leaders to come this quickly, but nothing changes.

He will just complete his goal.

Hwareureureuk-!

A curtain of flames stretched out in a circle, centered on the two old men and a young man.

It was as if he had shaped the concept of hell. Johann said quietly.