episode_0191

Dyke’s new model rapidly approached.

Jeong Yu-sin lowered his sword and half-opened his eyes.

“Wait!”

Someone hurriedly jumped between Jeong Yu-sin and Dyke.

It was a human man with a magnificent mustache.

As the Mustache Man appeared, Dyke immediately withdrew his sword and stepped back.

“Aren’t you a mixed-blood Barbaroi from the Maze City?”

Jeong Yu-sin nodded at the Mustache Man’s question.

“That’s right.”

Jeong Yu-sin’s voice had lowered. A cold voice as if without any emotion.

“I am Jirhan, the leader of the Blue Hawk Clan.”

“…”

Jeong Yu-sin, still lowering his sword, stared at the Mustache Man called Jirhan.

Jirhan coughed a few times, seemingly awkward at Jeong Yu-sin’s silence.

“Ahem!!! It’s not that, but I’m curious, are you the leader of the clan alliance behind you?”

Jeong Yu-sin shrugged his shoulders and turned around.

Nudity, mascot costumes, red hats, and so on.

It’s embarrassing to show them anywhere.

“…I haven’t decided yet.”

“Then how about considering it as a duel rather than a clan dispute? Let’s see it as a place to gauge each other’s skills.”

“…”

Jirhan’s heart was pounding as he made the suggestion.

‘What is this bolt from the blue?!’

Until a little while ago, he was chatting with other clan leaders in the training hall. Then he belatedly noticed Dyke’s deviation.

Dyke was a man with a hot-blooded nature, so he often argued with other searchers.

I understand, but.

‘The opponent is bad.’

Dyke’s opponent was the mixed-blood Barbaroi Scar.

He was a man called the Butcher of the Eastern District.

Recently, he heard the news that the crafty serpent ‘Saul’ was killed without even being able to use his hands.

Besides, he was befriending Karin Redtail.

Is that all?

Whether it was true or not, there were rumors that Ingrid Redtail regarded him specially.

He was also a man who was safe even after spitting in Astaroth’s face. There were even rumors spreading that this man was perfectly insane.

In short, a hot potato.

There was nothing good to be gained from standing against each other.

Jeong Yu-sin turned his head and stared at Jirhan.

“Jarvan.”

“It’s Jirhan.”

“Okay. Jirhan, do as you please.”

Jirhan exclaimed inwardly that it was fortunate and turned his head.

“Dyke, let’s talk about this issue later.”

“I… I understand.”

Dyke frowned and answered.

Jirhan patted Dyke’s shoulder.

“Deal with him appropriately.”

“I underst…”

Jeong Yu-sin interrupted.

“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.

A scary sight that would appear even in his dreams.

Muscular men wearing red hats were grinning sinisterly.

Dwarves and elves wearing only underwear were smiling brightly, revealing their teeth.

Dyke’s spine turned cold. He quickly turned his head and looked at the clan leader.

“Clan leader…?”

Jirhan frowned and raised his voice.

“What are you talking about?! I said let’s have a friendly duel, but you’re going to take away other clan members through the match?!”

Jeong Yu-sin crossed his arms and stared at Jirhan.

“It’s not like I’m going to take them forever, I’m just saying let’s look at each other’s faces and have a conversation to interact.”

“…”

The mixed-blood Barbaroi retorted with a sly tone.

Jirhan turned his head away after having a staring contest with Jeong Yu-sin.

He didn’t have the confidence to face those deep eyes.

“Th-that’s right. It will be a good learning experience. Dyke, do your best.”

“Huh…?”

Dyke looked at Jirhan with a dumbfounded expression.

Regardless, Jeong Yu-sin cracked his neck here and there as if his business was over, and picked up his sword again.

“He said so. Dyke, draw your sword.”

Jeong Yu-sin and Dyke stood facing each other again in the middle of the training hall.

The spacious training hall was already filled with various clans. A large number of people were crowding at the entrance of the training hall.

‘These people really like to watch.’

Is it because they are inherently searchers?

So many people gather for just one duel.

Jeong Yu-sin shook his head to clear his杂念. The opponent is a mid-level lieutenant. He can’t afford to be careless.

Jeong Yu-sin and Dyke slowly circled the training hall.

The two men changed their stances several times to seize the opponent’s weakness.

Dyke also erased his anger as if trying to do it properly and aimed at Jeong Yu-sin with his sword placed in the middle.

‘Should I shake him up?’

Jeong Yu-sin lowered his sword again.

He averted his gaze.

Dyke’s expression immediately frowned.

Averting his gaze while holding a sword between them.

Disqualified as a swordsman.

Dyke gave fakes by going back and forth, but Jeong Yu-sin didn’t budge.

Dyke, who became impatient, rushed in and swung his sword.

Diagonal downward slash.

Swaeeeeek!!!

It’s coming.

Dyke’s sword split the air and aimed at the temple.

Jeong Yu-sin also quickly raised his sword and swung it diagonally.

Kaaaaaaang!!!

Sparks flew as swords collided.

Jeong Yu-sin took one step forward, but Dyke immediately stepped back to maintain the distance.

He realized it instinctively.

The swordsmanship is different.

Kaaaang!!!

Kaaaang!!!

The swords of the two men collided in the air several times.

Each time, Jeong Yu-sin took a step forward.

However, Dyke maintained the distance and used only the front blade to slash and stab. He never gave up the distance.

In short, a way to fight by widening the reach.

It was different from the swordsmanship Jeong Yu-sin had learned.

‘You little bastard.’

Jeong Yu-sin immediately took the upper stance and rushed in.

Downward slash.

A vertically connected powerful sword strike tore through the wind and aimed at Dyke’s head.

Swaeeeeek!!!

Dyke’s complexion changed rapidly.

‘Was he deceiving me until now?’

The speed was on a different level.

Dyke hurriedly raised his sword.

Kkaaaaang!!!

Sparks flew once again.

Dyke’s expression immediately frowned. The wrist was sore enough to tingle.

‘What the hell did he eat…?!’

Besides, it became a super close-quarters combat. The situation he was most worried about.

The Southern Swordsmanship Association was famous for pouring out numerous techniques in super close-quarters combat while holding swords with the opponent.

The Central District Swordsmanship Association members, who had repeatedly tasted bitterness during duels with the Southern Swordsmanship Association members, were resentful. Dyke himself was no exception.

Just a few days ago, he was beaten up by a Southern Swordsmanship Association member in this training hall.

One of the bizarre techniques they used was the back-blade slash.

Several warriors watching the two men’s duel clicked their tongues.

“Tsk. He gave up the distance right away.”

“He lost.”

“Why is that?”

A searcher who looked like a newbie joined the warriors’ conversation.

A middle-aged swordsman raised his hand and pointed to Jeong Yu-sin and Dyke.

“Look. If you stick so close like that, swordsmen like us who fight with long swords can’t stab or slash, right? In short, you have to see that all techniques are blocked in super close-quarters combat and you end up getting unilaterally beaten up.”

“I see what you mean.”

As the warriors said, Jeong Yu-sin was rushing Dyke like a storm.

He repeatedly used a horizontal slash called Zwerchhau to aim at Dyke’s temple and neck.

Dyke hurriedly stepped back and raised his sword, but he couldn’t block everything.

Splat!!!

The back blade of the longsword tore Dyke’s forehead.

Red blood flowed down Dyke’s forehead in a long stream.

Jeong Yu-sin didn’t stop.

The warriors who were watching clicked their tongues.

“It’s really swordsmanship that only makes himself happy.”

“Sword Master Ashur put poison in the Maze City. Tsk.”

The two people entered a power struggle once again.

Jeong Yu-sin and Dyke made eye contact.

Dyke’s eyes were shaking uncontrollably as if he had lost his composure.

On the other hand, Jeong Yu-sin was calmly looking into Dyke’s eyes.

“Dyke, don’t tremble.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dyke’s trembling became even more intense.

“Hey! I told you not to tremble.”

Dyke’s lips twitched.

“L-let’s stop.”

“Why should I?”

“Many people are watching, aren’t they? Let’s end it neatly.”

“I don’t want to. You picked a fight first and then you’re backing down? You shameless bastard.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you know that our clan alliance has a Buttocks Love Clan?”

Dyke’s complexion turned pale.

“···Are you serious?”

Jeong Yu-sin smiled softly.

‘You moron. It’s a fake.’

“It will be a good exchange meeting.”

“Sh…it!!!”

Dyke widened his eyes and raised his sword upward.

Jeong Yu-sin stepped back.

‘He’s strong.’

To have hidden such strength until now.

He is a likable talent, but the vanguard position is full.

‘The search for party members is going smoothly.’

Wouldn’t it be a great advantage if I dueled like this a few times and then swallowed up good people?

Dyke, as if he absolutely couldn’t lose, burned his eyes and swung a diagonal slash again.

Jeong Yu-sin also swung a diagonal slash.

Kaaaaaaang!!!

In one move, Dyke’s sword was pushed back with a whoosh.

“W-what was that just now?!”

The newbie warrior widened his eyes.

The middle-aged warrior who was watching clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. He learned it properly.”

“Wasn’t it clearly the same diagonal slash?”

“Look closely. Where was the Barbaroi’s sword when the swords collided?”

“It was near the cross guard.”

“That’s right. It’s commonly called the lever principle. Where do you usually grab when holding a hammer?”

“You grab close to the end of the handle. Because it exerts a stronger effect with less force. Ah!”

The newbie stopped talking and widened his eyes as if he had realized something.

The middle-aged warrior stroked his chin and opened his mouth.

“That’s right. When two swords collide, the part closer to the cross guard can push the other sword more easily. That Barbaroi friend has thoroughly mastered the basics. With his body.”

Jeong Yu-sin’s sword blade touched Dyke’s neck.

Dyke trembled his lips and lowered his sword.

“I-I lost.”

Jeong Yu-sin nodded.

“It was a good match.”

“Then…?”

Jeong Yu-sin immediately turned his head and looked at the small and medium-sized clan alliance.

“Is there a Buttocks Hole Love Clan here?”

The atmosphere in the training hall cooled down at Jeong Yu-sin’s question.

Dyke fell to his knees with a thud.

“M-Master Scar! P-please have mercy!”

Jeong Yu-sin shook his head.

“Wasn’t it promised to have an exchange?”

“Please spare me just once!”

“Did you repent?”

“Of course! It’s all my fault!”

A few clan alliance members approached from behind Jeong Yu-sin.

“Scar-nim, there is no Buttocks Love Clan.”

Jeong Yu-sin clicked his tongue.

“Too bad. Dyke, be humble from now on…”

“But there is a Maritime Defense Force Clan.”

Men wearing red hats were swarming around.

“Our clan supports Scar! Master Scar!”

Jeong Yu-sin immediately grasped the demands of the Maritime Defense Force and agreed.

“Is that so? Then we have to have an exchange. I’ll give you a great camaraderie training.”

“Heueoheoeok!!!”

Dyke’s legs lost strength and he plopped down on the floor.

A muscular man wearing a red hat approached Dyke.

“Hehehe. Nice to meet you. Is your name Dyke?”

“What on earth are you… what are you going to do to me?”

The hat-wearing man frowned.

“You bastard… unmanly!!! From now on, when asking a superior something, you do it like this.”

The hat-wearing man continued.

“May I ask if it is okay to ask for an opinion on whether it is reasonable to ask for permission to raise a question?! Ack!”

“Ah.”

Dyke let out one word and fainted.

The muscular man wearing a red hat clicked his tongue and looked at the clan members.

“Take him away. He’s a comrade.”

“Ack!!!”

The muscular men lifted the fainted Dyke and left the scene.

Blue Hawk Clan Leader Jirhan closed his eyes and turned his head.

‘Just bear with it a little longer! Dyke!’

Jeong Yu-sin looked around. There were far more searchers gathered than before the duel.

He was trying to find decent party members, but he didn’t want a warrior.

The party members he wants are in the rear.

‘How should I find them?’

Someone approached Jeong Yu-sin as he was contemplating.

It was a skinny, white-haired woman.

A face with a blank expression as if it contained winter inside.

Snow-white skin and a prominent nose.

Neat eyebrows and eyes that shone like stars were calmly sunken.

A perfect beauty that anyone could see.

It was like looking at a precisely sculpted work of art.

The training hall became noisy.

“Th-that searcher is?!”

“Why on earth is that person here?!”

The woman still had a blank expression as if she didn’t care about the surrounding noise.

“Are you Scar of the Southern District Swordsmanship Association?”

A calm and clear voice echoed through the training hall.

“That’s right.”

“I heard you are Ashur’s disciple.”

“That’s also right.”

“Would you like to duel with me once?”

Jeong Yu-sin frowned.

He came to find rear guards and guides, not to find a vanguard.

He immediately changed his mind.

‘I need to promote myself properly to recruit talents.’

Who knows?

Maybe among the searchers who watched this fight, there will be someone who wants to be with a reliable vanguard like himself?

“Let’s do that.”

Jeong Yu-sin gripped his sword tightly and stood facing the woman.

Just as he was about to move.

One thing he had forgotten came to mind.

‘When did I ever remove the Yin energy?’