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Chapter 43

43. Mitch Heuer

The Principality of Azpene is dominated by three families, of which The Heurian family was a symbol of armed power.

Heurian learned martial arts all when he was born, whether it was a girl or a child..

I gathered and taught only the children who were so talented and who seemed to be among them.

Talent is biased, and the pranks of Lady Luck are always played. I can't expect it..

In order to gather that polarizing talent, Heurian has the direct and collateral I gathered people without covering them..

Mitch Heurian was one of them..

Born into a collateral family, it was different from the original saints, but now it is Heurian He became a family man..

Mitch Heurier has been gifted since he was a child.

At fifteen, two adult soldiers were already dealing with him..

By the next year, the level of ordinary soldiers had surpassed.

At eighteen, one-on-one checks to represent one of the so-called villages He proved his skills by beating him..

If you're only twenty-two, you're Dalian with those who can name one city. I didn't push it big..

He and those who could hold the sword in their hands.

Among them, the same ship was not uncommon.

Such an environment presented him with arrogance.

‘You can do it a few times, sure.?’

Why should I train until my thighs are swollen.

Why should I swing my sword until my palm is torn.

He didn't want to..

He was satisfied with the present. I didn't try like when I first grabbed the sword.

And yet, only one talent goes inside three fingers in Graydock Became a proficient man.

It was the first time this had happened to Mitch..

Tadang!

Kick the falling sword from the bottom up.

After a moment of vigilance, the blade grazed his shoulder. Mitch poked his sword and kicked his opponent's shin with his foot.

It was a method that was used by those who were less skilled than themselves..

When you're preoccupied with the sword, it's easy to stop the kick from targeting your leg It's not work..

Even if it gets stuck, at least there's a gap..

The opponent looked familiar with this pattern, and the sting was avoided by turning his shoulder. He lifted one foot to stop the kick..

Then the balance was not disturbed. He was a solid base..

‘Obviously, it wasn't at this level..’

Mitch recalled the moment he faced him a little while ago..

The guy who came close to him threw up and uttered a word..

“Hi, nice to meet you. I'm gonna put my life on this kim.?”

It was a knowing face. He was definitely the bastard..

Enemy soldiers who ventured into the night.

The fog that obscured the view spread, and how did you get here??

There was no gap to lengthen the question.

The opponent stretched his sword long first.

Land!

Mitch stopped and thought.

It could be another bucket operation..

So he said he would stop it, so he told him to keep the back..

When the flagpole collapses, it is a major setback to the operation. You're here for that..

The squadron leader leading Graydock grabs the enemy's path and lurches If it's your role, it's your role to protect this place..

The enemy, who had stopped the kick, targeted his head and dropped his sword..

Mitch made a cross with his opponent's sword, blocked his sword and shed it.

Tiriririring.

The blades crossed and grazed each other at an angle. The two pushed each other at the last moment..

There was a gap of more than five steps between the two. Mitch opened his mouth before attacking again.

“You hid your skills.?”

“How did you see it?.”

“What's your name??”

“Encrid.”

He was the guy I wanted to meet. I thought he had to kill himself to get his job done..

That kind of guy came hand-in-hand..

Mitch licked his lips with his tongue.

“Yeah, Encrid. I'll remember your name..”

“You don't have to remember. If you forget, I'll let you know again..”

“Crazy bastard, you die here..”

Mitch lifted the sword over his left shoulder.

I hit it a few times, and I was able to measure my skills. Then it's time to show your skills..

Five times long, between them, Mitch can cut the throat of Encrid. Believed.

And then five raids went on..

Mitch's midriff narrowed. Wrote impressions. This was the first time this had happened..

I don't know if your opponent is superior at all, but it wasn't either.

The opponent feels like he's coming after himself close to him..

But as if he knew all my habits, he stopped, held on, and threw out his sword..

Mitch increased his speed. Tricks were also mixed. But it didn't end..

A few more times I mixed my sword, and I only saw my opponent more and more.

Sword and opponent, blade and me, blade and blade.

Mitch Heurier felt the same way he felt when he first caught the sword.

Then, when I first caught the sword, there was only the sword and myself left under the sky That sensation.

Wielding the sword, the opponent seemed to be literally a veil. It seemed to stab and stab. I thought I'd pull and hit and get hit..

Mitch did that.

Down, bent, stretched, stabbed, turned and struck.

And so did his opponent..

* * *

Encrid pulled out of focus. In that state, I shared a sword with Mitch..

Thanks to the countless repetitions today, the opponent's habit was chiseled in his eyes.

Block your feet, block your sword..

Then, in a moment, the enemy's sword changed..

It was more spicy and sharper than before..

It pricks, warps, cuts, and turns the blade..

Land! Kang! 뜨드드등등등등등등등등!

The blade bounces off the fire as it hits hard. A few raids grazed his shoulder and cut his side..

It's not a deep wound, but a drop of blood splashed into the air. At least three dangerous moments have passed..

At that moment, Encrid's immersion deepened..

Deeper.

Encrid deliberately drove himself further into the state..

Forget your surroundings. Go to a world where only yourself and your sword remain.

One point of focus has been fully activated..

His eyes only showed Mitch Heurier's sword..

Mitch Heurier's eyes only showed the sword of Encrid..

The two fought like madmen..

They gave each other's lives..

Even those watching have a terrible attack coming and going..

Pivic.

When they failed to cut each other's throats, they both bled from their throats.

Mitch wrote his mortal pattern in a focused state.

Pull the left foot back, pull the right foot forward, not the familiar gap. Create new gaps and.

The tip of the sword stretched behind the arch.

“Sucking.”

When I took a short breath, I got strength into my muscles..

Jungm and Yugam.

It's like a swordplay that takes both of them..

Mitch learned the technique of flipping.

It was a technique called wheel chopping, which drew a large circle from the bottom to the top.

Hide the starting point of the attack by changing your posture and covering your body with your sword The opponent made an unstoppable strike.

Before that, I adjusted the position of my feet and changed the interval. It was because of the wheel cutting..

When the opponent prepares to slash the wheel, the Encrid drives deep Experienced. It wasn't just swordsmanship that I gained from that experience..

‘Show me..’

It's not visible, but the opponent's movement is drawn in his head.

His hearing became frighteningly sensitive as he entered the concentration of a point.

The sound of lifting your feet, the sound of pulling your sword back and breathing.

All the sounds that come into your ear are collected as information and make a prize in your head.

More than ten times I've died on the wheel cut..

There are now countless experiences with the technology wielded by opponents. The image that came to Encrid's head was more vivid..

The hidden sword was as clear as it could be seen, and the opponent's breathing was heard.

All that was combined to read the timing of the wheel cut.

Hung.

The sound of the blade pointing to the wind pricks the ears. Soon the blade rose as if it were bending from bottom to top.

Encrid, in a state of driving, reflexively lowered his sword.

It was exactly the track that prevented the wheel from being cut..

Kang!

The sword rising from below and the sword falling from above met.

How did they both use their power, and they cracked Encrid's sword?.

As soon as the sword hits, Mitch is surprised that his strike has been blocked My focus is half released..

But it wasn't Encrid..

As the half-cracked Encrid's sword slides along the opponent's blade Moved.

Chi Yiying!

The blade and blade rubbed and vomited a strange noise.

Mitch reflexively raised his sword upward. Originally, the sword should have sounded upward, but Encrid pressed it with force..

No wonder it's better to dip and press from the top than to raise it from the bottom up. It was a day.

The strength of the Encrid was better because it was trained every day..

You couldn't be an opponent if you competed with power vs. power.

Encrid pulls down the sword blade and stretches his left foot forward for more strength He gave it to him, and he pushed the sword as if it had bounced under him..

Key-ying!

Mitch's sword bounces underneath..

Encrid stuck his left foot out of that state and turned his back. The sword in his hand became a point and stretched forward.

The end of the sword hooked and stabbed Mitch's chest.

He wore armor, but the power of the sword was strong..

Mitch's tits drilled.

But it didn't penetrate. Encrid literally pulled the sword back..

The wormwood, blood-stained sword blade came out of the back..

“Hou, Hou.”

Encrid recovered his sword, and then took his breath away..

A short moment ran out of power. My limbs were shaking..

Blood ran from Mitch's chest..

He stepped back a few steps like a drunken man, with strength in his legs Gave and stopped.

Mitch's pupil wanted to be released, but he soon opened his eyes and gave him strength..

“You should have targeted the counter..”

Mitch said. His chest was still bleeding. It was not a small amount. The flowing blood quickly soaked his clothes..

“If you took it, shed it, and made a gap, it was a favorable fight for me.. Admit it.?”

“You're not talking about winning or losing as a result.?”

Encrid received the question as a question.

“I'm not saying it's wrong, but I'm so downtrodden. Isn't it. Yeah, I shouldn't have been training. At the end, I was pushed purely by force..”

Mitch's eyes blur. I would die if I left it. There was more blood flowing..

Encrid lifted his sword and took two steps forward..

“Stop.!”

I was trying to stab a sword like this, but someone shouted and ran..

At the same time as a loud and silent noise is heard, the Encrid is obliquely with his sword Listen, half covered your upper body..

Tadang!

A silent shock came over the sword..

Encrid took two steps back and looked at his opponent..

He was a man with a mustache. He blocked Mitch's front..

“Protect Mitch.!”

The man exclaimed. Encrid looked around. Three or four more soldiers appeared, and the same blocked Mitch's front..

Then he sprayed powder on a stunned Mitch's chest..

The blood from his chest stopped quickly..

“This bastard. This is where you are alone.!”

My mustache broke my eyes..

I looked angry. His eyes glanced at Mitch.

He was an important person..

Encrid observed his opponent as he breathed.

I saw my shoulders twitching, and I was breathing..

But there's no gap in the posture..

The mustache checked the flagpole and returned..

He thought Mitch would win. Encrid's skills didn't look good..

But the result is the opposite..

Encrid wasn't thrilled to beat Mitch..

There's still work left to do..

This is a battlefield, and now we're in battle..

It wasn't the purpose of a romantic one-on-one duel or Dalian..

Encrid was clearly aware of what he was going to do.

“He said the bigger the witchcraft, the more lousy it is.?”

When he saw two soldiers take Mitch Heurier with them, Encrid said, " I'm not going to let you go.".

A mustache man squinting in front of him.

“Darn, you know something..”

A lot..

Encrid took the ground on tiptoe and kicked it up in a short breath..

A man with a mustache, with puwak dirt and short weeds rising above him Face covered.

The man cried out, raising his hands hastily.

“Get it! Don't let me go towards the flagpole.!”

As soon as Encrid wanted to cover his opponent's eyes, he ran out.

Fubu-bu-bu!

Quarrell flew from behind. He rushed to the left, but one foot was behind his right shoulder. That's right..

‘This is okay..’

Encrid ran in a straight line toward the flagpole..

The enemy, blocking the front, heard a single spear..

Encrid, rushing and snorting like a rhino, took five steps He ran as if to the right, thumping the ground with his feet in front of him.

Quarrell, aiming for Encrid from behind, flew at the enemy with the single spear..

“Evil! My Eyes!”

The unlucky enemy hit Quarrell in the eye. There were more than three people who were hit in the arm or torso..

“Don't shoot! Don't shoot.!”

The commander, who was among the encephalopods, exclaimed: "Oh, my god!" Encrid is not in a state of driving, but was in a semi-concentrated state.

The concentration of one point and the sense of the blade overlap. He heard the sound and grasped the position and situation of the enemy in his head.

He reversed his body backwards, and jumped between the crampons with his sword.

“Oh.!”

When I lowered the blade over the head of the surprised soldier, the puck broke and the head broke..

I swung the sword like a cut, so I heard the sword up in reaction..

He literally swung his sword in a circle around himself.

Huung!

A group of surprised adversaries backed away..

“Graydock! Chase him.!”

Then the mustache, who was trailing, said, " Oh, my god." Encrid jumped between the cramps, and then ran back to the other side of it..

Hooked!

He ran over and stabbed the enemy's neck with a sword..

He picked up one of the quarrels that fell to the floor and threw it aside..

Quarrell, who flew with a pang, was hit by the enemy's armor and fell to the floor.

The soldier who was hit pulled the shortsword instead of the brain and ran, but Quarrelle As soon as he threw it, the throwing knife was inserted into his forehead.

I was to blame for stopping Quarrell and being vigilant..

“Hou!”

Breathing short and exhaling, Encrid lifted the enemy's line like a house.

There were two things he wanted right now..

One is breaking the flagpole..

You two, please, the commander of the allies, quit doing stupid things and look behind you..

“You bastard.!”

The mustache man snorted. The painter seemed to be soaring to the tip of his head..

Encrid ran to and fro, and eventually came near the flagpole..

He threw a throwing knife in his hand.

Phoebe Bibbing!

Five blown knives.

All five threading knives hit the flapping flag..

It's a thick cloth flag, and the hole wasn't broken..

When Encrid threw the knife, the enemy was angry..

“Oh, chew.!”

The number of angry enemies has increased..

“Stop it! Stop it.!”

Right under the flagpole, a man believed to be a shaman was shouting..

And when everyone was surprised and turned their attention to the flag on the knife, Encrid Rolled the floor.

My opponent didn't shoot a quarrell or a bow, and there was no threat, but all of a sudden I was like, " Oh, my god. One front roll. No one cared about that..

Thanks to the stop of his feet, the mustache soldier narrowed the distance.

Got it, you bastard..

When the mustache soldier was convinced.

Encrid was getting up clutching a single window that had fallen to the floor..

“Stop it.!”

“No, no.!”

Mustache exclaimed. The shaman cried out..

Encrid replied with a body. He took the ground with his left foot and threw a sole using his full body elasticity.

The only thing that flew with a pang hit the flag.

North!

The flag was torn. There's a hole..

If the magic's medium is damaged, it becomes a mess. Then you didn't have to fall over the flagpole..

You can only tear the flag..

I didn't have to go to the front of me..

Encrid caught his breath as he saw the fog walking around him. It was like a sigh of relief..

“You crazy bastard, do you think you can live and go back??”

The flames of anger roared in the eyes of the mustache man who saw it..

Encrid lifts his sword and takes a defensive position in line with the center line of his body. He nodded..

“Probably?”

The odds are half and half. Half the chance to survive, half the chance to die.

It's a terrible probability for the average person..

It wasn't for Encrid..

If you failed, you'd stop doing it again..