Chapter Index

    Blue energy dances between two clashing red energy.

    It was an incredibly frustrating battle.

    The apostle, who had been chosen by Ira just like himself, charged straight ahead.

    And Kim Do-jin persistently attacked him, exploiting any gaps that inevitably appeared while he was blocking him.

    ‘It’s annoying.’

    There is absolutely no teamwork between them.

    I have a strong feeling that I was forced to hold his hand only to respond to him.

    In reality, the actions were arbitrary, but the arbitrary actions were cleverly put together.

    The reason why it is possible is.

    “Kaaaah!”

    Kukukung…!

    “Oh, a gap.”

    “… … .”

    Chae-ae-aeng!

    “Kkabi.”

    It’s because of Kim Do-jin.

    They know that it is difficult for two people who have not seen eye to eye to come together and attack at the same time, and it is unlikely to turn out well.

    So, every time Jaycoop attacks, he will just keep repeating the same attack, looking for an opening.

    There is no risk to him at all.

    If you can successfully attack by exploiting an opening, that’s good, but if not, you can just retreat.

    “That foxy guy.”

    Yeo-po clicks his tongue and praises Kim Do-jin.

    But he wasn’t the only one who was being hit.

    “Don’t look away! ”

    “Tsk.”

    Jay Coop rushes in while Kim Do Jin is briefly looking at him.

    What a bother.

    In the few short moments, Yeo-po figured out what kind of person Jay-Coop was.

    ‘This is pathetic.’

    An idiot with decent strength, but woefully lacking in the skills to handle it.

    But his potential is outstanding.

    If only I could perfectly control that overflowing power, it would be hard to estimate how far I could grow.

    That made me look even more foolish.

    I don’t know how he found out he was an apostle of wrath.

    but.

    ‘You shouldn’t have caught my eye.’

    I should have held my breath a little longer.

    Until the enemy gets a little older.

    At least until his steep growth curve begins to flatten out.

    If that had been the case, the only apostle of wrath would have been his.

    But that future never comes.

    Kill him here and now, and I will take his place.

    “Ugh… … !”

    The change began with the red energy flowing out of his body as he resolved to give it his all.

    The energy that had been like a mist began to come together and take on a complete form.

    Thousands and tens of thousands of layers of sharp scales that seem to cut down anything they touch.

    Three bizarrely twisted claws.

    Long horns and a flowing beard.

    And the Yeouiju in his mouth.

    “Red Dragon Armor.”

    A strong energy created by condensing magical power.

    It is condensed once more into a single small scale, and then thousands or tens of thousands of these scales are tightly woven together to create the strongest armor of the modern era.

    The aura of deep anger further heightened his body.

    The scales made of condensed energy easily repel any attack.

    One of the forces that put him among the strongest.

    Once he wears this, he no longer has to worry about Kim Do-jin’s timid attacks.

    Because there are no squares in the armor I wear.

    He completely entrusts his defense to his armor and swings his Bangcheonhwageuk around to strike Jaycoop.

    “Koooot… !”

    A spear falls on thick arms raised with their teeth crossed.

    Kwaaang-!

    “Keuh-oh… !”

    One of his knees buckled as he received it, and the ground around him caved in.

    Kkwaduk!

    A loud noise was also heard from the inside of the arm that collided with the Bangcheonhwageuk.

    No bones were broken, but it looks like he suffered a pretty big blow.

    Kim Do-jin stabbed his sword into his exposed side.

    But it was in vain.

    Chae-Ang!

    The moment the sword touched the red scales covering its body, an enormous amount of recoil occurred and pushed it away.

    “Ugh… !”

    My wrist feels tingly.

    The force that was bounced back by the rebound actually attacked my arm and wrist.

    Kim Do-jin realized something new.

    The fact that his compatibility with me was not very good.

    Kim Do-jin’s eyes pierce through all the flow of magical power.

    That means that any complex method loses its power and disappears in front of it.

    However, the Red Dragon Armor was impossible to dismantle even with his eyes.

    Because there were no complicated methods or rules engraved there.

    All that was written on the Red Dragon Armor was his powerful energy and his control over it, compressing it to its limit.

    Even if it was Kim Do-jin, it was impossible for him to interfere with that.

    Kwaaang!

    Lu Bu, who has let go of the reins of defense, starts to run wild with the Fangcheonhwageuk.

    Boom!

    The air is torn apart and everything shakes.

    Jaycoop, who was receiving this, was in danger as if he would die at any moment.

    Crunch!

    “Cough!”

    In fact, several of the attacks landed squarely on his body.

    Every time that happened, I would vomit blood and be in pain, but fortunately I didn’t collapse.

    It was thanks to the power of anger, which caused his physical abilities to increase rapidly as his emotions intensified, that he was able to withstand Lu Bu’s fierce attacks.

    But that wasn’t enough.

    Lu Bu is also an apostle of wrath.

    As his emotions grew more intense, his power also grew stronger.

    Jaycoop’s anxious gaze, tossed back and forth by the fierce attack, turns to Kim Do-jin.

    His eyes were saying this.

    ‘Don’t just stay still, do something!’

    Kim Do-jin shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

    ‘I want to do that too.’

    Even he didn’t want to just sit there and watch.

    But what can I do?

    The armor surrounding his entire body deflects all attacks.

    If you attack directly, you will take damage due to the strong recoil.

    What if I pull out the sword from a distance and shoot it?

    Fighting!

    It bounced off with a disappointing sound, as if someone had swung a club at a thick ball of cotton.

    And that too, precisely in the direction you are standing.

    Wedge!

    “Eek!”

    Kim Do-jin, who was so shocked that he was dumbfounded, hurriedly flew away and barely avoided the misfortune of being killed by his own attack.

    Although the annoying Red Dragon Armor played a big part, there was another reason why he couldn’t move actively.

    It is none other than Lu Bu’s movement.

    ‘different.’

    I was captivated by his movements as he swung his lightning sword with all his might and laid waste to the surrounding area.

    Not all of them, but about half.

    His movements were not beautiful, graceful, or full of great logic.

    ‘It’s simple. But it’s clear.’

    The true meaning behind the attack was so clear and transparent.

    The sole intention is to stab and kill the opponent.

    A simple, yet clear will permeates the entire Bangcheonhwageuk and draws strength from it.

    You might say that it’s not that difficult to simply have the will to kill the enemy, but at least for Kim Do-jin, it was extremely difficult.

    To be exact, it was impossible to lock all thoughts and hold only one will.

    Combat isn’t just about attacking.

    You have to block it and also avoid it.

    Even if we dig deeper here, there are hundreds or thousands of cases to consider.

    Which way to stab or cut.

    Where is the opponent’s attack aimed, and whether it is true or false.

    Where is the most efficient place to dodge incoming attacks?

    And what number should be continued after that, etc.

    To compete with your opponents and win, you must constantly use your head.

    Only by overcoming your opponent by even just one move can you achieve victory.

    Kim Do-jin has been victorious and survived thus far.

    That’s why it feels even more surprising.

    ‘How on earth can I organize my thoughts so simply?’

    That question constantly followed his movements, not only with his eyes but with all his senses.

    And then I finally realized.

    That what you see on the outside isn’t everything.

    There are countless thoughts connected in series and parallel under the great will to stab and kill.

    Attack, defense, evasion, etc.

    All those thoughts were locked inside the fence of killing the other person.

    So that no thought leaves that fence.

    Only to produce numbers to manifest the great will that surrounds them.

    “… That’s what it was like.”

    I get the gist.

    What your shortcomings were.

    The world of real exhaustion that I had not yet discovered because I had climbed up through sheer effort.

    “Haha.”

    He laughed.

    It was a very refreshing laugh.

    Just because you know how to move on to the next step?

    That’s true, but it wasn’t just that.

    Because I knew I had it all.

    What you need to have to ascend into their realm.

    ‘To engrave the great will that penetrates and encompasses all thoughts.’

    I don’t know how others engraved that will.

    But he had his own way.

    Word of God.

    The infinite power and confidence that comes from words.

    The area of influence of the power that has always been used for external factors is now limited to the sword and oneself.

    “Beheading.”

    Benda.

    It cuts through everything that blocks my path, the path the sword must take.

    A moment when you repeat that will over and over again.

    Phusss…!

    The blue light of the sword shines and sparkles even more brilliantly.

    It was as if the countless stars that decorate the sky had been transferred to the sword.

    One of the stars shines particularly brightly.

    This was a possibility.

    One of the infinite possibilities given to him to strengthen his thoughts and will through words.

    The name is Sword Star.

    A cruel star that mercilessly cuts down all obstacles and enemies that block its path.

    “Ss …

    Take a deep breath and swing your sword.

    The end of the slow but cleanly drawn arc touches the armor surrounding the opponent.

    An armor that repels everything to protect its master, and a sword to clear the path for its master to advance.

    Conflicting wills collide.

    And one will is lost.

    rustle

    Yeo-po, who felt a burning pain in his side, frowned and roughly swung his Fangcheonhwageuk to push Jay-seop away, then looked down.

    “… … .”

    There are scars carved across the long, splayed armor of the dragon.

    A shallow but clearly engraved blood line.

    Kukukukukuku…!

    It stimulated his dormant wildness to its limit.

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