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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 253: The Technique of Combat (2)

Chapter 253: The Technique of Combat (2)

The⁠ Sword Master and‍‌‌ Changseong couldn’t help​ but be surprised.⁠⁠⁠

Rumble,​ rumble.

The‍‍​ ground shook violently,‍⁠‍ and the gray⁠ sky rumbled. Both‌‌ men barely managed​⁠ to stay upright,‌ clinging to the​ quaking earth beneath‌‌‍ their feet. They⁠‍ were lucky.

Some⁠‌ heroes weren’t as‍​‍ fortunate. Crack— the‍ ground opened like⁠‌‌ a crocodile’s jaws‍‍‍ and swallowed them‍ whole. Their screams​ echoed briefly from⁠⁠‌ the depths before​‍ fading away.

An‍⁠ earthquake.

They‍​⁠ had considered the​‌​ possibility. The enemy​⁠ was in a state of full‌‌‍ power. Besides, Fermush,‍​ the Fourth Corp⁠‍ Commander, was a “Walking Calamity” type​‌‌ threat. They were⁠​ fully aware of‍​​ that.

‘But‍ I didn’t think⁠‍ he’d unleash magic‍⁠⁠ of this caliber​ the moment he‌‍ appeared.’

That⁠​ wasn’t what shocked‍‍ them.

What​​ truly unsettled them​‌⁠ was Fermush’s appearance.⁠

“A…⁠‍‍ girl?”

Pale​‌ skin. Ash-gray bobbed⁠ hair. Purple eyes.​​‌ A body so​⁠⁠ small she barely‌‌ reached Changseong’s waist.‍‌‌ At most, she⁠⁠ looked like a twelve-year-old girl, smiling‍ sweetly at them.​​‌

But⁠ after a few‌​ seconds, Changseong frowned‌⁠‌ and clenched his​ teeth. He could⁠ say it without⁠ a doubt—this seemingly⁠ harmless being was⁠ the most dangerous‍⁠​ presence on the‌​ battlefield.

“Ha.”⁠‌

Fermush‌⁠⁠ stroked one cheek⁠ while watching them⁠ with interest.

“So,‌⁠ you two were‍‌‌ the ones who​‌ eliminated Basmon.”

Her​ tone was odd.‍ Though she had‌ a little girl’s⁠‍ face, she spoke‍ like a sovereign⁠​ looking down on‌‍ the world with⁠‌ disdain.

“Life​‍ has been cruel‍ to you humans.⁠‌⁠ For us demons,‌‍ only a moment‌ has passed. But​​⁠ you… you’ve withered.”‌‍‍

“……”⁠

“I’ll⁠‍ ask you something.”‍⁠​

Her⁠ mocking tone persisted.‍‌ Though the ground⁠​ continued to quake,‌‌⁠ her voice reached​⁠​ them clearly.

“Why⁠⁠ do you resist?‌‌ Don’t you know​‍ it’s useless? Or‌ perhaps, after killing‌ three of my‍‌​ siblings, you think‍⁠‌ nothing can stop​‍​ you?”

Fermush​‍ walked lightly, hands​‌ behind her back.​ The golems to‍‌⁠ either side stepped‌‌‌ aside to let​⁠‍ her pass. Two‌‌‍ in particular—giant stone‌‍⁠ statue-like figures—escorted her​​‍ like personal guards.‍

“Basmon⁠​ was mediocre. If⁠​ not for Lord‌‌ Kuarne’s orders, he​​‌ wouldn’t even have⁠‌⁠ been considered an⁠ equal. But Agor‌​‍ and Vesna… they⁠⁠​ were true siblings.”​

As‌ she walked, she​‍ picked up some‌​‌ stones and began​ to roll them​​‌ between her fingers‍‌​ like marbles.

“If‌‌ they’d been at‌ full strength, half⁠‍​ of humanity would‍‌ already be gone.⁠‍ But they were‌ impatient. They let⁠​⁠ their guard down.⁠ That’s why they‌‍⁠ were killed by‌⁠‌ human insects.”

Fermush‍‌ placed a stone‍​⁠ between her thumb‌ and index finger,‍ as if to⁠‌ flick it, and​ smirked.

“I⁠​​ won’t make that‍⁠⁠ mistake. I won’t‌‌ lower my guard.⁠‍ From the start,​‌​ I’ll fight with​‌⁠ all my strength.”​​

BOOM!‍​

An⁠⁠‌ explosion that no⁠‌‍ one would expect‌ from a simple‍​ pebble.

Flicked⁠​‍ lightly, the stone‍‍ became a projectile,​‌ flying at them⁠‍ like a cannonball.‌

If​​ it hit, even⁠​​ their trained bodies⁠⁠ would burst like‍‌ water balloons. Dodging‌‌ it was impossible⁠ due to the​‍ speed. There was⁠ only one option⁠ block it.

The‍ Sword Master and‌ Changseong moved their‍ weapons in unison.‍⁠‌ They exchanged no⁠ words or glances,​‍ but their movements‌ were perfectly coordinated.‌

The‍ Sword Master sliced⁠ the first stone‌‍⁠ in two. Tack,​ tack, tack— Fermush‌‍ hurled another, and​⁠ another. Human movements⁠ always have blind‌​‍ spots. Even more​⁠ so for the⁠ Sword Master, who⁠⁠ had only one‍ arm. Every movement‍‍ required immense effort.‍‍​

If‌‌ he were alone,‌​ he wouldn’t have⁠‌ succeeded.

Changseong​‌‍ deflected the second‍ stone with his​​ spear. Even so,‍ his hand throbbed‍‌ with pain, nearly‍⁠ numb. But he‍‍ couldn’t stop.

He​ spun the shaft‍‌ of his spear‍‌⁠ like a windmill.‍‍ Using centrifugal force,‍ he deflected the‌​‍ third and fourth‍​⁠ stones directly. Only​⁠ with a spear‍‌ could that be​⁠ done.

After‌​ all, a spear’s​⁠ secret lies not​‍ in attacking, but‍‍⁠ in defense.

“Nibelung!”‌

He‍ hadn’t even finished⁠‍​ shouting when the‌‌ Sword Master shot‌‍⁠ forward. Golems blocked​‌ the way like‍ a wall. They⁠ were tough as‌‍⁠ stone, impossible to‌‌‌ cut even with​ aura.

‘In​‍ that case…’

A golem is just‍‌ a clay puppet.​‍​ It must have‌‍ joints—shoulders, torso, knees,‍ legs—those were the‌ weak points.

‘Don’t‌ strike at surfaces.⁠‌‍ Hit the lines.‌‌​ No, better yet—aim​‌ for the points.’⁠‍

A demonic beast lunged.‌ The Sword Master​​⁠ closed his eyes.‍​ Time seemed to‌ slow. In that​‌ meditative instant, his⁠⁠ life replayed in​⁠ his mind.

A life of wounds​ and pain. He​‌‍ had lost the⁠ arm that was​​‍ his treasure as‍⁠‌ a swordsman—and his⁠​ family, which had⁠‌ been half his​⁠‌ soul.

Even⁠​⁠ so, he never​⁠⁠ gave up. He​ only did what‌​ he knew best‌⁠ wield his sword‌⁠‍ and overcome the⁠⁠ impossible.

And​‌ now, the same.‍‌⁠

An‍​ enemy he couldn’t‍‌ beat alone. He​​ wasn’t even sure⁠‌ he could wound‌​​ it.

Fermush‍‌⁠ mocked them, but⁠ she was serious.⁠ It was like⁠‌‌ an ant fighting​‌⁠ an elephant. The​‌‍ gap was vast.⁠ There was no​​‌ chance of victory.‌‍ He would die.​‍

‘But…’​‍

So‌⁠‍ what?

‘My⁠ true master.’

This​‍ was a man​‌ who had devoted⁠⁠‌ his entire life​ to the sword.‍‍‌

‘The‌ light that showed‌ me the path‌ in life.’

And⁠ without further thought,‌‍‌ he simply advanced⁠ with his drawn⁠ blade. As he‌⁠‍ had always done.​⁠​

‘Until‍⁠ the end.’

The‌ Sword Master half-closed​‍‌ his eyes. A golden aura bloomed.​ His snow-white hair⁠ floated as if⁠ lifted by static.‌‍‌

‘Guide​‍ me.’

He​ opened his eyes—eyes‍​‍ that barely opened⁠​⁠ before. The golems​⁠ swarmed, closing in​‍ like bees. Heaven​ and earth raged⁠‍ in storm, and‌ the commander remained⁠⁠‍ unmoved. Everything was​ the same. But⁠⁠​ in the Sword⁠ Master’s vision, a new world unfolded.‌‍

“I​‍ can see it.”‌‍

Barely‌​‍ visible red lines.‌‍

One​ on each creature.⁠⁠ In his pupils,​ those lines appeared.‍⁠​

Blurrier​‌ than Kang Geom-Ma’s,⁠⁠ but unmistakably cutting‌‌ lines. The unique‍‍⁠ fruit of a lifetime, a drop⁠ of genius and⁠‌ effort concentrated. Right‌​‍ now.

His⁠ body moved as​‍‍ if pushed by⁠⁠‍ something invisible. His‍⁠ arm traced a soft arc. The​‌‍ sword slid forward.⁠ A flicker of​​ light shone on‍ the blade. His⁠​‍ technique brushed the‍⁠‍ golem’s rough surface,​⁠‍ tracing a clean‌​ crescent moon—a single​‍‍ continuous line.

Dozens​ of golems collapsed,​‍‌ sliced diagonally like‍​ bamboo stalks.

“Nibelung,‍⁠‍ could it be…?”‍​

Changseong‌ blinked, still spinning‍‍ his spear with‍​⁠ agility.

The​‌​ Sword Master instinctively‌‍‍ shook off his‌⁠ blade. His half-closed​​⁠ golden eyes locked​ onto Fermush. In⁠ that gaze burned⁠ an intensity that‍⁠ made one dizzy.⁠‌

“An‌‌⁠ Awakening.”

Changseong​‌⁠ muttered. That’s what‍ it was. The​ awakening of the‍⁠⁠ blessing. At this⁠‍⁠ moment, the Sword‌ Master was equal‌‍ to his ancestor,⁠⁠⁠ the first Sword​ Master, Aaron Nibelung.‌‌⁠

“Hahaha!”‍

Changseong‍‌⁠ burst out laughing.‍‌‌ Amid the dust,‌​ his white teeth⁠‌ gleamed.

“Go‌ ahead, Nibelung.”

He‌ looked at his‍⁠ comrade’s back. A fellow graduate of⁠⁠ the Joaquin Academy.⁠‍ They’d started from⁠‍ the same place,‍ but now his​ old friend had‍ crossed to a higher plane. He‍‌ paid his respects‍ in his own​ way.

“I’ll‍‍ follow.”

At‍​ that moment, the‌​​ Top and Mid​‍ units arrived just‍​ behind Changseong. When⁠​‌ they tried to‍‌‌ advance, he held⁠‌ out his arm‌ to stop them.​⁠​

“Your‍‌ task now is‍⁠‌ to reduce the‌​​ number of golems​​⁠ as much as⁠ possible while buying⁠​ time until Kang‍‍ Geom-Ma intervenes.”

“What​​‌ about the Sword⁠‍ Master?”

“Don’t​‍ worry about Nibelung.”‌‍

With‌⁠ a smile on⁠ his lips, Changseong‍ nodded toward him.​ A subordinate’s eyes‍ widened as he‍ followed the gaze.‍

“Is⁠‌ that what I think it is?”​

“Exactly.‌ And tell the‍‍ rest of the‍ heroes—”

Changseong​ said with a laugh.

“If‍‍​ they don’t want⁠ to lose their‍​ heads to a sword, they’d best‍‍​ stay clear.”

***‍‍​

Fermush‍‌ twisted her lips.​

“Humans,‌ as always.”

She‍‍​ bit her lips⁠‌‍ in silence. Besides⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma, now‍‌ another one was⁠⁠ starting to irritate‌ her.

“You‍⁠​ two, deal with‍ that swordsman.”

She⁠ gestured with her‌ chin to the‌​⁠ golems shaped like⁠ Buddhist statues on​ either side. Nodding,‍​⁠ the two stepped‍⁠ forward.

They​‌​ were special golems,⁠ created from the⁠‍‌ lives of a hundred heroes each.‌‍⁠ In other words,‌⁠‌ each one possessed‌ the combat power⁠ of a hundred‍ heroes.

Rumble,‌‌​ rumble!

The⁠​⁠ ground trembled again‍‍ beneath their steps.‍ The Swordmaster lightly⁠ tapped the ground​‍⁠ with the tip​ of his sword⁠⁠⁠ and jumped immediately.‌⁠ Like lightning, he⁠‍⁠ appeared between the​​​ two golems.

Thud.‍​‍

Not​‌‌ even a surprise​ attack fazed them.‍‍ They were golems—emotionless,‍‍ without judgment, obedient‍‍⁠ only to orders.⁠⁠⁠

“….”‌

“….”⁠‍

Both‍‌ their shins lifted​‍‌ to kick him.​ The dust swirled‍‌⁠ violently. A single⁠⁠​ blow from those⁠⁠ could crush a building like a tin can.

They​ tilted their heads.​ They felt no‍ impact. Their legs‌ remained raised in​ the air. Their‍‌⁠ expressionless faces seemed⁠ to ask, “Where⁠⁠‍ is he?”

They‌ raised their chins.‍‌⁠ Chunks of earth​ crumbled from their⁠⁠ necks with the⁠‌ sudden movement.

The⁠​ sky.

There⁠‌‍ stood the Swordmaster.​​⁠ Balancing on the‍​ blade of his‍ sword as he‌​‌ descended. He was‍‍​ using the sword-riding⁠‌ technique of the‌‍ “Sword upon Victory”‌​ style.

“Forgive‌⁠​ me.”

He‍ spoke with sorrowful‍‍ eyes. These were​‍​ golems born from‌‌ the absorption of​ a hundred lives⁠​‌ each. They were‌ enemies, yes—but at⁠ their core, they⁠‌⁠ were once innocent‍ heroes.

“May​⁠‍ you rest in​​ peace.”

He‌​‍ slid down the‍‍ sword and dropped.​⁠ In the moment‌ he drew near,⁠‌ the two golems‍​​ crossed their arms​‌ to shield their⁠‍​ faces. But the‍‍ blade slipped through​ the one exposed‌‌​ gap and pierced‌ through the head‍⁠⁠ of one.

The⁠‌⁠ other dropped its⁠‌ guard and lashed⁠‌‌ out with a punch like a whip—an inhuman motion.⁠ Golems could dislocate‌‍​ their joints at​‌‌ will.

The⁠‍ Swordmaster slightly shifted‌​ his right shoulder.​‍ The strike grazed‌ just past his‌‍‍ abdomen.

He⁠‌‍ struck with his​​ palm like a martial arts master.‌‍‌ Though the golem​ was massive, it‌⁠‌ lost its balance⁠ and toppled backward.​

Swish!‌‌

The‌ sword came down⁠⁠​ vertically toward its​⁠ face. The golem⁠ rolled, twisting its⁠‍⁠ torso to the‌​‍ side, and just‍‌‍ as it tried​ to spring back‍‍‍ up using its‍⁠ waist, a swift‍ sword cleaved through⁠ its neck from‌​‍ above.

The⁠ head fell to​ the ground and​‌ shattered like pottery.​​‍ The Swordmaster saw‍ the shattered face‍ in the fragments.‍​‍

Finally—an​‌‍ expression of peace,‌ as though they‍‌‍ had found rest.‌​​

With‍ solemn respect, he‌​‍ stepped down and⁠ moved on. He​‍​ slashed without mercy​⁠ through the golems,‌⁠‌ even knowing they‌ contained the souls​​ of heroes. In‌⁠ fact, he showed‍ no hesitation. He‌​​ wanted to free‍‍ them as quickly‍ as possible from​‍ their earthen shells.‌‍ And now, he‌ had the power‌​⁠ to do so.​⁠ His sword cut‍ across sky and‌⁠ earth, driving back​ the enemy.

“Hmmm.”‌‌​

Fermush⁠⁠‍ simply watched the‍ scene calmly. The⁠ initial surprise had​ already faded.

She​ laughed. Then clutched‌‍⁠ her stomach and⁠​‍ let out a sharp cackle. The‍ heroes, busy fighting‌‌‍ the golems, turned⁠‍⁠ to her.

“How‌‍ amusing, how amusing.​​‌ Brings back memories.”⁠

She‍​​ wiped the corner‌‍⁠ of her eyes.​ But not a single tear fell.‌⁠

“I​ almost died once‌ too, trusting myself⁠⁠⁠ against other Awakened.⁠‍​ And my sisters​​ who descended to‍‍ the human world—they‌ also died because‍‍‌ they let their​​ guard down. Though⁠ they still hadn’t⁠ mastered the blessing,⁠‍⁠ so I can’t⁠​ say they were‌‍ exactly like the⁠ Seven.”

She‌ brought her small‌ hands together in​ front of her​⁠‌ chest in a solemn gesture.

“I‌‌‌ said it before,⁠ didn’t I? I’ll​ go all out​ from the start.”⁠​​

She⁠ exhaled a soft​ breath. The wind​ reversed; the trembling⁠⁠ ground fell silent.‌‌⁠ The sudden calm‍‌ made the heroes​ all the more‍⁠ uneasy.

Then,‍‌‌ her small lips‌ opened.

「Ksitigarbha‍​‌ Who Walks Backward​ to Kill」

A roar unlike anything​⁠​ before distorted space⁠⁠​ itself. The dust‍‌ vanished as if⁠ blown away by⁠‌‍ a great current.‍​⁠ The ground didn’t​‍ just tremble—it rippled​ like water.

Rumble,​ rumble!

The‍ heroes dropped their‍⁠‍ weapons. Heads thrown‌ back, they blinked‍‍ in confusion. A colossus had risen‌⁠⁠ amid the chaos.⁠‌

「Thousand-Hand‌⁠‌ Death Strike」

A statue seated in⁠​ lotus position, with​​ a thousand pairs‍‍‌ of arms fanned⁠​⁠ out behind it,‍‌ looked down on⁠ them from above.‍‌‍ Its size cast​‌ a shadow over‌​ the entire area​‌​ like a black‌⁠‌ storm cloud.

“Destroy​‌ them.”

Fermush⁠‍‌ leapt and landed​⁠ gently atop the​‍ giant’s head.

“Leave⁠‌​ no one behind.”⁠​

She‌⁠​ smiled sweetly and‌⁠‌ raised a single‌ finger.

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