Volume 4 Chapter 31 The Power of My True Name
The first strike was like a reheated version of the previous one.
We clashed head-on, striking each other with swords and halberds. The intensity of our determination to cut through each other's weapons caused the atmosphere to tremble and the ground to scream.
But the balance lasted only a moment.
*Slash!*
The emerald slash blew Larkan away along with his halberd.
"Ha!"
I discerned what I needed to do. That alone was enough for "My True Name" to respond this far.
Larkan, who was blown away to the rear, was surprised but didn't stop moving. He chose to make an offensive move instead of defending.
Using "Anrosto (Distortion to Truth)" to kill his momentum, he landed and pulled his arm back. He then thrust forward while stepping in, aiming to pierce my torso.
The thrust of the halberd distorted by "Waze (Sky Twist)" created a whirlpool.
It was a localized hurricane unleashed by Larkan's strength.
In response to a thrust that could pierce even a dragon's head, I also activated my magic power.
My magic power entwined around my arm, and geometric patterns ran across my sword.
"'Mikatia (Storm Sword)'"
Storms collided and exploded. Blue and emerald clashed like fangs, and with each clash, the atmosphere roared like a living creature.
Once again, we pushed through. We pushed aside the halberd, and countless blades surged forward like a raging tide.
While his thrust was deflected, Larkan activated another spell. A black sphere of distortion spread around him.
What kind of magic is that?
"'Sper (Vortex)'"
As soon as it appeared, it dispersed and swallowed up "Mikatia (Storm Sword)." Countless slashes were erased.
The continuously distorting whirlpool is troublesome. Not only does it scatter attacks, but it also restricts my movements.
Taking advantage of that gap, I slash a silver slash. It deflected the halberd that was approaching my neck.
But, the opponent can attack while passing through the "Sper."
"It's been a while since I lost in a direct confrontation."
He said lightly, but the attacks didn't stop. Even though he acted like he didn't care, the power of his attacks grew stronger with each repetition.
It's a difficult task to approach while dealing with halberds attacking from all directions, even if I try to bypass the "Sper."
Impressive. If I can't take a detour, I'll push through from the front.
(And I should focus my concentration.)
Now, I observed how "Mikatia (Storm Sword)" scattered. If I know the range of its effect, I can avoid it.
"'Let's go.'"
I focused only on the path I envisioned in my mind and took a step forward. I couldn't afford to give the opponent an opportunity to counterattack.
Buy I overcame it in an instant.
Bending my body close to the ground, I slipped through the "Sper," sometimes jumping, bending, and narrowly avoiding it while running.
If I get caught even a little, I'll be targeted. I maintain my speed and continue forward without deviating from the path.
I passed through the "Sper," and Larkan's face came into view. It can be cut.
"I've seen that movement before."
"'Huh?!'"
A magic spell was being activated there.
Was my attempt to escape predicted? If so, my options would be limited. Leaving the magic spell alone would be easy.
I was defeated.
The space distorted, as if it was going to crush me.
"'Ash (Five-Finger Destruction)'"
The fingertips of destruction touched my armor. It was different from the previous "Waze (Sky Twist)." It felt like my very existence was being touched, a strange sensation.
'I can't endure this.'
But my judgment and anticipation were simultaneous. No matter how abnormal the magic spell is, it is composed of magic power. There is undoubtedly a flow within it. So, just connect the stars and sever the key points of magic power.
"'Stella'".
Magic lost its meaning, and all the fingers that were trying to crush me scattered.
"What?"
This time, Larkan was shaken and it was too late. He didn't expect his magic to be cut.
When the dark clouds pass, the moon burns blue.
I won't give you time to deal with it. I'll go on consecutively.
Now, step in and aim for the neck with Cres (Moon Blade). But, Larkan quickly calmed down and defended with Halberd. Even if he couldn't activate magic, his strength was top-notch.
That's why I connect my techniques and overwhelm him.
Cress sweeps away Larkan's defense and pours a huge amount of magic power into the blade.
Blow away everything that dodges.
"'Froga (Flame Blade)'"
The emerald sword flash cuts through everything in front of Larkan and explodes. It's nothing compared to when I used the yokai sword. The explosion of magic power chains and the flames of destruction lick a wide area.
Froga (Flame Blade) blows away the cut from the inside, and although its range is short, it has more power than Mikatia.
Larkan jumps out from the rising dust cloud.
His cloak is torn, and there are severe wounds from his shoulder to his prosthetic arm, but his eyes are calm.
Can he handle that too? And now, he gave up defending with Halberd and used Waze (Sky Twist) to deflect the direction of the attack at the last moment.
I try to follow up with another strike, but at the same time, Larkan moves too.
He mows the ground with Halberd and activates magic.
What happened next was a disaster.
The ground distorted unnaturally and cracked under the unbearable vibration. Everywhere collapsed and rose, completely changing the surrounding scenery.
I can't stand properly, so I step back and create distance.
He forcibly cut off our flow with the pressure of magic. What an absurd power move. It's common to hear stories of 'Lord' changing the tide of battle alone, and seeing this, I can't help but understand.
If Sanctuary hadn't been set up, the school itself would have sunk.
Still, Larkan doesn't try to close the distance and just looks at me.
"It's amazing, the power of a Hero. It's beyond imagination."
"'It's mutual.'"
If it were an ordinary enemy, I would have cut them down ten times by now.
I deeply feel that I was able to win at that time thanks to everyone's help.
Now, Larkan calmly thrusts his Spear Axe Halberd into the ground and clasps his fingers in front of his eyes. A unique shape, as if intertwining finger with finger come into my view.
"Let's be grateful for the miracle of being able to fight you once again like this. These years I've lived without a master and without a great cause were not in vain."
Larkan's magic power showed movements that had never been seen before. The magic power that had quietly covered his whole body until now spread widely and then contracted inward. I could see that the invisible magic power sank deeply into Larkan.
This is--
"Therefore, I will challenge you with all my body and soul. Can you keep up with my Shinrei (Spiritual Penetration) you have been seeking?"
Feeling the released fear, I instinctively prepared my sword.
The atmosphere from Larkan has changed. It's different from the pressure that feels like it's about to collapse. It's a fear that shouldn't be touched, like an unknown darkness that covers the surroundings.
I know this feeling.
It's a magic power vessel that pulsates like a mythical monster, too intricate to be called magic.
"Spiritual Penetration Art (Shinrei)!"
Larkan's magic is already powerful. If it becomes Spiritual Penetration Art (Shinrei), its power is immeasurable.
Should I attack or retreat?
But because I hesitated in making that judgment, my movements were delayed.
"Spiritual Penetration Art (Shinrei) - Release."
Larkan's magic is already complete, and the scenery distorts.
"'Axe Collapse (Heavy Sky Grip)'"
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