episode_0388

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The frozen ground of the battlefield was hard. With her feet planted on the ground like roots and wielding a great sword, she was like an old tree.

The crude, toothless greatsword roared as it tore through the winter air.

With a clear bursting sound, the scream of a broken sword flew into the sky. Torn to pieces, it turned its back on its original form and walked away.

She took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth as if it resonated with the sword. Several chaffs who were approaching stopped.

The flowing bodies of chaff blocked the path to him. There was only one emotion she felt: discomfort.

In order to approach the receding prey, she raised the great sword she had slashed.

The huge weapon that was slightly stuck in the ground dripped wet dirt like saliva.

‘Move.’ ‘Open the way.’ Don’t say anything like that. A true warrior must speak with his power.

That is tribal culture.

As I leaned on my sword and swung it sideways, my tightly braided black hair stuck to my cheek.

The body of the chaff was gently ground, as if using well-cooked meat. The upper and lower bodies were divided into two and fell to the frozen ground.

Another chaff charged at her with his sword pointed out. Since the body was tilted to the side, it would have been assumed that the center of gravity had collapsed.

It was an attack according to the manual. And she found that behavior laughable.

The fight in the north, in the wild, and in the snow was different from the manual.

Her left hand, letting go of the sword, grabbed the opponent’s hand holding the sword. He then bends his arm so that the tip of the weapon points towards his stomach.

She could be seen muttering with a confused look on her face, but it was none of her business. Use as much force as possible to break the boat.

Red-stained intestines spilled out onto the snowy field. His death would become food for the earth.

As the bodies of the chaff collapsed, the hidden path was revealed again.

‘Prey!’

Her eyes flashed like a beast.

The previous attack must have worked, as there was a large diagonal wound. Red blood rushed out from between the rough open wounds.

My heart ached. It was truly heartbreaking to leave a sword mark on something I cherished most in the world.

However, I did not think that I would be able to catch my prey without getting hurt, even when I went into battle.

She grabbed the discarded sword again and ran towards her prey.

If you stretch out your hand and grab the collar of the prey that has lost its will to fight, then this battle will be over.

This hunt would be the most glorious hunt of her life. Arms decorated with leather straps extend towards the neck of the prey.

The blue tattoo that started from the wrist and extended to the elbow was shiny.

Hunting tattoo. When a tribal child succeeds in hunting with his own strength, the glorious traces carved show off their presence even in urgent moments.

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The man, who opened his eyes to the noise that bothered his ears, saw a hand hanging in front of him and reflexively swung his arm.

The swinging arm was holding something that looked like a sword. A weapon that could not be called a sword, with only the handle and the base of the sword body remaining, scattered the last of its antiquity.

It was thanks to the weapon in his hand that the hand that flew toward his face, as if trying to squeeze it, stopped.

As if reading the sword’s trajectory, the hand quickly widened the distance and ultimately minimized the damage by allowing for a slight incontinence.

Blood flowed from the very shallow cut lines. It was nothing compared to the red blood that soaked the man’s chest.

“The bleeding has stopped.”

I didn’t say that when I saw the blood flowing on my hands. Her eyes fell on the man’s chest.

Through the tattered armor, the man’s bare chest was exposed.

Blue eyes, black hair, blue tattoos on his face and body, clothes that looked like they were made of animal skin, and a great sword in his hand.

Savage and warrior. It looked like he had stepped on those two.

She raised the great sword again and dropped it straight at his head.

The wind pressure created by the heavy greatsword set off his alarm.

He threw the weapon in his hand. It was a quick and smart decision.

He stomped forward, the weapon flying away.

The one that arrived first was thrown. It got stuck in her shoulder.

Even as the blade dug into her body, the woman did not scream. He simply struck down the great sword.

What arrived soon after was a man. He hit the handle with his palm.

As if hitting a nail with a hammer, the sword stuck in the woman’s shoulder dug deeper.

He had to throw his body to the side without even having time to confirm the success of his attack.

Before he knew it, the great sword had swept over the place where he was.

He rolled on the hard frozen ground. As she stood up, the woman pulled out the sword from her shoulder and threw it toward the ground.

“Something has changed. Wasn’t it just following the manual?”

In response to the woman’s question, the man remained silent.

The frozen ground began to thaw with blood, sweat, and heat. The moisture frozen on the ground turned the soil into mud.

The man and woman felt their bodies sinking slightly.

“Are you saying you’ve been hiding your skills this whole time? Whatever it is… it’s fun.”

Yes, the more difficult hunting is, the more enjoyable it is.

“Do your best! Peacock!”

The female warrior stomped her foot with her great sword drawn. The mud seemed to splash, and before he knew it, the great sword came right in front of the man’s nose.

‘What are you planning to do without a weapon!’

Every time the prey made an attack like this, it lost its trajectory with the sword.

But now he doesn’t have a favorite disease. It would not be possible to attack with skills that were close to divine as before.

Her heart was vibrating violently. My body tingled as I saw another aspect of my prey.

Come on, please me more!

That way, when I hunt you, my happiness will deepen!

As the bayonet reached his face, the man moved.

I could see strength going into his shoulders as he turned his body to the side and put his legs out.

Hueup, the sound of a short, deep breath was heard in my ears.

And static. A pain that I had never experienced in my life began to spread around my abdomen.

“Pfft!”

She flew backwards with a single scream.

Rolled and rolled in the mud. The glorious figure painted with the blood of the enemy was obscured by mud.

She was lying down, gritting her teeth and raising her head.

The appearance of the prey seen from a low perspective was definitely different from before.

The quarry retrieved his outstretched fist and spoke briefly.

“Yeon Lun-gong, one fist, one hand.”