I thought about Tylant’s back of the head as he jumped from the summit to the entrance in one go.
How did Tylant manage to release all the seals?
Did Lilith use a ‘Blessing’?
I’d rather it be that way.
I don’t know if I can handle Tylant who has had all his seals released.
I think it won’t be easy.
However, if I can catch Tylant, who has received a blessing here…
It would certainly disrupt Lilith’s plans greatly.
She’d probably try to kill ‘me,’ who evaporated the blessing by killing Tylant.
All of Lilith and Erden’s schemes will come rushing in…
But that would actually be welcome.
‘I’ll’ get a bit tired, but…
In the end, they’ll all thank me.
I dashed away from my spot.
I need to bind his feet before that guy jumps up again.
Using thirst isn’t a bad idea, but I wouldn’t learn anything from that.
First, magical power.
Watch closely.
If you don’t understand, just memorize it!
I seized the wildly rampaging magical power and controlled it.
I mixed the magical power into the blood flowing through my veins.
I filled every single muscle fiber with magical power.
I stuffed magical power into each optic nerve of my eyes.
The preparations were complete.
I unfolded the latent sense I had kept folded.
Behind my clear vision were the information drawn by my senses.
A huge figure that seemed to be over 5 meters tall.
Four pupils, each moving separately, in one eyeball.
Two arms on each side, a total of four arms.
It looked similar to a bear, but also to a lion.
Thousands of teeth visible between its slightly parted jaws.
Claws as big as a person’s limbs.
Thick skin that seemed to be several dozens of centimeters wide.
Each and every fur exuding a chilling cold.
The wrinkles of the leather.
The interior, the muscles.
Bones, organs, blood vessels, cells.
The flow of magical power.
The catalyst of the seal embedded in the heart.
The master’s artifact.
Kalt’s sword.
Again.
The flow of magical power.
Cells, blood vessels, organs, bones.
The movement of muscles.
Thicker wrinkles of leather.
Fur releasing magical power.
And thus, the next move was drawn.
Finally, he sees me. How rude.
Tylant’s head turns.
There are no signs of warning.
Icicles rose up from the ground.
They fell from the sky.
An ice wall that sprang from the air blocked my escape route.
Huge chunks of ice launched from all sides filled my view.
With my eyes wide open, I observed everything.
The operation of magical power, next lesson.
Great Swordsmanship.
I held my breath and stepped forward.
Fwhoosh – My left foot advanced, scattering snowflakes.
My waist twisted in accordance.
I controlled the strength in my abdomen and shoulders just right.
But my grip was so strong it seemed like I could crush the sword’s hilt.
The great sword swung.
There was no sound.
Everything coming at me in front was cut down.
I engraved each and every one of those movements into my body.
Got it?
This is how you use a great sword.
The corners of Tylant’s mouth twisted.
The giant’s body began to move.
Still, there are no signs.
One step.
The earth cracks.
Two steps.
A hole opens in the sky.
Three steps, then the attack.
A blizzard mixed with a rough roar obscured my sight.
Thousands of icicles tearing through the air were shot at me.
Claws wrapped in storm were swung.
The cracked earth opened its mouth, trying to swallow my body.
From the hole in the sky, ice chunks reminiscent of meteors fell.
Literally, a natural disaster.
A calamity that a mere human cannot withstand pours down.
I moved my body without care.
I wielded my great sword to clear the blizzard.
Twisting and swinging the great sword, I sent the icicles flying.
I let my body be carried by the storm and sent the great sword flying. Claws got deflected.
With a crack – I stomped the gaping ground to come to a stop.
The ice chunks…
Focusing my senses, I searched for a weakness.
I slashed.
And then I ran up to Tylant’s face, jabbing my fist in.
Crack – dozens of teeth shatter.
Broken teeth are replaced by ice.
Frost started to gather around my fist.
I immediately moved the elixir left in my body and concentrated it in my hand.
Just before freezing, heat surged up, cooling the cold.
So far, this Tylant is similar to the one I caught before, whose seals were not fully released.
There must be something different.
I gripped the great sword and dashed forward.
I swung the great sword to disperse every attack that blocked my view.
Thwack – Crack crack–
The swung great sword plowed through the fur and lodged into the skin.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR—!!]
The great sword, still embedded, started to regenerate the skin.
I gripped the sword in reverse and pulled it out.
Slosh – The splattered red blood drenched the white ground.
Using the recoil, I spun around and swung the great sword.
If it were Carpen, his hands would have burst open from the speed of the swing.
Clang!-
Tylant caught one of the great sword’s blades with one hand.
The remaining three arms swung at me immediately.
A storm raged. Snowstorms like blades poured down.
Icicles, ice piles, chunks—
Death approached.
I focused the magical power I spread all over my body into my arm.
The untrained arm screamed.
Veins bulged as if they were about to burst, and my skin turned dark.
Crack – I pulled the great sword from his grip as if I’d break its handle.
Blood burst from Tylant’s torn palm, staining the ground red.
I spread my magical power again and swept away the approaching death.
I slashed, deflected, speared.
I twisted and gripped Tylant’s arm with the great sword.
As expected, I couldn’t completely cut it off.
Just gathering a little magical power doesn’t fix the mess of that arm.
But Tylant’s arm was equally a mess.
The half-sliced arm dangled and poured blood.
I immediately drew some elixir for recovery.
To protect Tylant’s injured arm, the swirling blizzard gathered around it.
The snow scattered across the mountain range converged on Tylant.
I took short breaths and dashed forward.
Every visible snowflake turned into blades, scraping my skin.
The snow scattered on the ground turned into liquid and shot forth.
Focusing my senses, I sketched a gap.
I adjusted my stride by the drawn line, advancing, stopping, twisting, and bending.
Minute movements.
It appeared as if countless snowflakes avoided my body.
Tylant’s brow furrowed deeper.
The wind surged, reversing the movements of the snowflakes.
Things that had been afloat sank down,
and those that had sunken rose up.
New snowflakes fell, danced, and poured out.
I kept my eyes wide open, not wanting to miss them.
At times with the great sword, at times sacrificing my flesh,
I dodged completely.
Hot water burst from my eyes.
I rushed toward Tylant, blood wetting my tongue.
Thud- BOOOOM-!
Every time the great sword met his claws, the sky roared.
The maddening sound had already blown out my eardrums, but it reverberated in my head.
Vibrations coursed through.
Using the blood-soaked hilt, I gripped tightly and continued swinging.
Gashes began appearing on Tylant’s body.
The gashes became wounds,
The wounds split open, gushing blood.
My body was the same.
I wasn’t hit directly, but I used my muscles to the limit, and blood seeped through my skin.
But I didn’t stop.
If this flow broke, I might never get another chance.
Until the second phase starts, I need to wear him down.
Avoiding the swung arm, I slashed down with the opposite arm.
The arm pouring out blood writhed and surged forth.
The remaining three arms reached out to grab me.
Holding the great sword horizontally, I spun my body.
CRACK- The great sword, devoid of strength, couldn’t slice through the fur wrapped in magical power.
But it was enough to halt the encroaching hands.
Immediately, I stepped on his knee and jumped upward, kicking his chin.
Thwack– With a sound, I drove the great sword down onto his closed mouth.
The tremendous rebound struck his hands.
Using that thrilling sensation, I slammed it down even harder.
BANG- BANG- BANG- Blood oozed from the dark bridge of his nose.
Blood droplets floated in the air.
Those droplets frosted over, becoming blades, shooting at me.
Letting out a held breath, I swatted the incoming blades away.
My exhaled breath froze. It fell to my feet as icicles.
Leaning against the great sword, I raised my leg.
In a moment, the icicle I kicked shattered into pieces.
Those pieces became weapons and charged at him.
As I unleashed my stance, everything dispersed.
Magic erupted in an instant, creating a snow fog.
Blocking my view.
A smirk escaped my lips.
I was blind by nature, you little brat.
I closed my eyes and expanded my senses.
Tylant’s figure was clearly drawn.
I broke through the snow fog and stabbed the great sword into the back of his knee.
[GRAAAAAAAAAAA—!]
I heard Tylant’s scream colored with panic.
I didn’t stop, driving the elbow of the great sword in.
Crackle– The sensation of tearing flesh was vividly transmitted.
The great sword got lodged between his muscles and wouldn’t budge.
I picked up a fallen icicle.
The chilling cold drilled into my bones.
His arm swung.
I dodged with minimal movement.
Another arm swung towards me.
I waited.
Slowly.
When it reached right in front of me,
I ducked. A few strands of hair got cut off.
I jabbed the icicle into his foot. Claws fell out completely.
Because I narrowly avoided it, Tylant’s claws tore into his own thigh.
The icicles he conjured pierced my foot.
Twitch – I felt the subtle movement of the muscles gripping the great sword.
I immediately tore the great sword free.
Flesh, whether muscle or skin, splattered across my face.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR–!!]
Tylant’s scream, now filled with more rage, echoed louder.
I used the elixir to minimize the wounds on my body.
The snow fog began to dissipate.
My vision cleared.
The entire area was soaked in Tylant’s blood.
His once white fur now stained red in various places.
I assessed my mobility.
Still, no problem.
Once again, I charged at Tylant.
The fury of the monster made his movements more monotonous.
But the strength was magnified manifold.
The breath he exhaled froze the very oxygen into snowballs.
I repelled the magic erupting without warning, deflecting his claws.
And then I slashed.
I slashed, jabbed, twisted, shattered.
Each time the pressure of magical energy binding my body grew stronger.
I did not stop; I continued on.
After more than two hours.
After countless exchanges.
I severed both of his arms.
I plucked out all his teeth.
Tylant’s roaring began to die down.
Even his ragged breathing quieted.
In the gaze directed at me, I could no longer see anger.
Even I could hardly stand, the magical energy ebbing around me.
There was no trace of white anywhere in this vicinity.
A midpoint completely covered in red.
Once again, the snow began to fall.
Not white snow, but blue snow.
Tylant’s second phase began.
I too released all the magical power I had been controlling.
The bursting crimson magical power pushed the blue snow away.
Good.
Noah’s second phase also starts now.
