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[Live update: Kariri getting wrecked by NoName~][39]
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NoName cuts in just 30 minutes after going live!
[Comments]
– Kariri’s totally done for hahaha
└ What can you expect from someone who blew up with a brainless collab? LOL
└ It’s like switching sides in a game of rock-paper-scissors; they were yelling about collabs with celebrities like Kim Woo-joo back then.
└ When? During that time when it was a barren wasteland?
– For real, has he hit rock bottom?
└ How is 6k viewers on a weekday hitting rock bottom?
└ Coming right in for the kill, LOL
– Is this a placement test for the #1 Combat Power rank? Sounds delicious, right?
– NoName just crossed 10k viewers!
└ For real?
– How can you endure 130k combat power!
– Even if you rain heals, you’d probably still win hahaha
– Isn’t it really time to let Kariri go now…
└ Oh no, has she broken?
– It reminds me of when the mayor of Seoul said ginseng is better than ginseng of higher grades.
└ Oh no…!
└ Never, ever mention that person.
*
The castle walls originally functioned to effectively block external enemies trying to enter the city and simplify the battle dynamics.
Walking along the high walls, one might feel disconnected from the world inside.
Below, the clash of weapons intertwined with clang and the occasional scream of soldiers echoing, reminiscent of a hellish battlefield.
But that was just for a moment.
BOOM-!
A massive explosion intensified the madness of slaughter, and the battle grew even fiercer, yet the entrenched front lines showed no sign of budging.
[dudrhkd: A single healer on the path? You’ve got it easy.]
At the end of the narrow path created by the walls, a knight raised his great sword high.
The blade, sharp enough to slice through leaves fluttering in the wind, began to draw a circle before him.
The bright blade seemed to declare its presence as it cut through the sunlight and ocean breeze.
In this soundless street, the knight clad in silver armor and a stylish helmet sent messages using the chat.
[dudrhkd: Hurry and pull out the other weapons. Just slapping me around isn’t satisfying!]
Sigh.
Allowing the enemy any leeway is the last thing a knight should do.
He shoved his hand into the geometric basket hilts, determined to hold differently this time.
The cold wind seeped through the tangled hilt like the branches of a tree, awakening a chilling sensation in his hand.
Due to one wall completely collapsing, the wind had abruptly surged this way.
In this battlefield, there strangely existed a “falling to death” penalty.
Perhaps what Nightmare Difficulty wanted to teach us players was something like this. Memories of the Observatory came flooding back.
I received the knight’s gaze as he charged toward me and slowly took a step forward.
My speed didn’t diminish.
The knight, whose health was twice mine, charged violently at the priest; his intentions were clear.
There was no respect to be seen in his movements.
Rather, had the emotions he conveyed been reverence or fear, the thoughts would have changed.
“HYAAAH!”
The path was simple, but the fast, downward slash came in fast.
Breathing out, the heavy attack delivered from barely a distance was dangerous.
Thus, I couldn’t take my eyes off that great sword.
Enduring until the final, most critical moment, I swiftly swung Skiabona diagonally.
The knight, considering me a fool for thinking I would clash head-on with his great sword, kept his assault going, and that careless judgment only managed to lightly graze my shoulder.
Just barely.
“Eh?”
The path of the great sword was thrown off.
Yet, it burrowed deeper into the knight, whose center of gravity had shifted forward.
Now we were at a distance close enough to see each other’s eyelashes.
“Goodbye.”
Skiabona was a sword capable of controlling space and rotating freely.
In an instant, the formel of the three swords rotated halfway; it struck the knight’s groin, and immediately, I grabbed his collar and pushed him off the cliff nearby.
“YOU BASTARD!”
“I won’t fight you.”
*
– Crazy, what a lunatic!
– That charging guy is relentless, LOL
– NoName dropping him seven times is even worse, isn’t it?
– Just mix it up once with the sword!!!!!
The man merely wished for a fair duel.
[dudrhkd: Don’t kill me; let’s truly fight one-on-one.]
After quietly approaching to avoid any tricks as before, the priest stayed firmly in place.
Ignoring me — truly ignoring me — the knight slashed down with his sword.
The priest, who had given up defending before, dodged deftly, but the knight charged without giving a gap.
He wouldn’t commit the blunder of performing a heavy attack.
Swinging a barrage of short strikes — I could sense awe at how the priest managed to parry successfully.
“Here again. Goodbye.”
“Eh? EHHHHHH!”
The priest subtly sidestepped and swung the saber wide.
The man’s instinct, honed for years, moved the great sword vertically.
CLANG-
A sound that announces a successful parry, offering a bizarre satisfaction to those who hear it.
The priest flew off, crashing against the wall far away.
“Great! I did it…!”
But under the knight’s feet lay no supportive ground.
That marked the second “falling to death” declaration.
“Your game is absolutely infuriating.”
“…”
He was a user skilled at wielding a sword. This time, the knight, having self-objectified correctly, decided to throw away the sword.
His plan was to give up health and resort to bare-knuckle fighting.
“Goodbye.”
“Why? Why, why, why, why, why?!”
In an instant, his body floated — the sky became the earth, and the earth became the sky.
A hefty character’s body lifting so easily was unimaginable, yet he kept challenging her.
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
“Can’t you understand Korean? Goodbye.”
“Oh-ho, goodbye.”
“Damn it!”
The seventh falling to death!
At this point, the outcome of the game was irrelevant.
Far from just fighting, this woman seemed entirely unwilling to mix swords.
0/7/0.
A statistic that seemed unbelievable just ten minutes into the game.
Meanwhile, the woman, perhaps having picked up easy kills, recorded over 10 kills.
She never even returned to her house.
Had she purchased items and raised her stats, she would have bypassed the walls and assaulted the stronghold through detours.
However, this passageway had turned into a test of male pride.
He didn’t wish for a simple farewell in multiple languages.
“Phew…”
Rather, he felt a coolness in his head as his excitement mounted.
Slowly approaching the woman, the knight raised his great sword high.
CRASH!
The massive weight smacked down right beneath her feet.
The great sword, embedded deep in the ground, shattered the hard stone of the castle.
Once he steadied his breathing, the knight positioned his left hand on the sword’s grip, while his right hand rested near his heart to exhibit his determination.
“Goodbye? Nah, I’m coming back here again. Until I defeat you here.”
Having died seven times already, the knight was well aware that he had become useless in this game.
Even if he dedicated the next ten minutes solely to leveling up, he might remain useless until the game ended.
Yet, he was a man who had experienced countless victories and defeats in the World of Arseria.
No matter how many times he lost, the one who wins in the final battle always reaps the sweet fruit of a comeback, a lesson learned from many experiences.
“Do you think I’ll just give up?”
Moreover, the fury that had ignited after falling seven times wouldn’t extinguish easily.
No matter how many more times he fell, he vowed to make this guy wield the sword properly.
And so, the knight hurled his helmet to the ground and pulled out the great sword.
“Welcome.”
“…?”
The woman drew her sword forward.
With her center of gravity lowered and firmly planted on the ground, some dirt was kicked up from her back foot.
“Finally, you’re fighting properly, you bastard.”
“Just finally got my stance. That’s what it is.”
“Was the stance supposed to mean mindset?”
Having leveled up, the priest’s health and attack power were at the knight’s level.
It was only now that this was the most equal contest.
Determined, the knight took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, filled with fervor.
The blades wielded by both sword users crossed and collided, producing a fierce whoosh.
Neither side broke or deflected this time.
The strike aimed at the knight’s right thigh was blocked.
The great sword attempting to cleave the priest’s torso was knocked off course.
The returns of their swords drew close, swiftly preparing for the next move.
CLASH-!
Then, in the center, their swords clashed again.
Inside, it felt like sparks were flying in a competition to devour one another’s strength.
There was no room to catch his breath or even blink.
The situation, changing rapidly every moment, reached a climax — a battle where all senses focused on each other.
As he properly mixed swords and his breath reached the brim, the knight realized something.
Every single move could be read.
The speed of the one-handed sword wielded by the priest was much faster than the knight’s great sword, yet the relentless woman refrained from carelessly extending her arm. She wished for self-destruction.
The knight exhaled all the breath he had held through this fierce battle.
“Phew… Haha… Ahhhh! Wagal is so much fun! This is exactly why I can’t quit!”
The words brought a smirk to Na-me’s lips; she was still standing strong.
The knight, realizing the failing strategy, swiftly reclaimed his great sword.
It was a misjudgment to think a face-off would work, yet that woman was excellently skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
He had no choice but to lure her into a false parrying and make her drop her sword.
Confirming her gaze was firmly fixed on his arm and shoulder, the knight hunched like a serpent, swinging his arm wide.
A simple heavy attack; for the priest, even grazing her might be fatal, yet this fearless woman would parry again.
On the contrary, the knight’s eyes widened in shock as he tried to cancel the attack at the last moment to regain control.
‘Is she not moving?’
Unlike what the knight expected, the priest did not make any move.
Had he made up his mind to lash out with the great sword, he could have easily claimed the lovely lady’s neck, yet she stood motionless.
‘Could she have read me this far?’
But the plan engraved into his mind through many simulations could not be canceled.
WHOOSH-
As the great sword glided through the air due to the voluntary cancellation of the heavy attack, the sharp Skiabona shot like an arrow, brutally tearing into the knight’s abdomen.
Coughing up blood, the knight sank to his knees, bracing himself with his arms on the ground, ultimately knocking his head against the hard, cold bricks.
His heart raced intensely, but it wasn’t just from the high fall.
It stemmed from the anticipation of getting to experience such a fierce and satisfying battle again.
“Hahaha, you’re really good. I’ll be back, so wait right here.”
