The King of the Battlefield Chapter 166: The Dragon Lord (2)

Pendragon was strong, but not to a level where Muyoung was worried about him.

In any case, it seemed that Muyoung's victory was decided, and he knew that no matter how desperate Pendragon was he was grossly inferior.

However, Pendragon's teacher was different.

The Dragon Lord Hansung!

The closest man to humanity's strongest person.

He was in a G.o.d-like territory, especially when he fought with dragons.

It was said that even the Demon Kings spared themselves when he approached.

Even Muyoung had only been able to a.s.sa.s.sinate him after 3 years because he had been fortunate.

At the time he had been tired and exhausted.

However…

'I want to challenge him.'

Instead of an a.s.sa.s.sination, he wanted to have a fair fight.

That was why he continuously threw speculation during the fight with Pendragon.

It was to elicit a response from Hansung.

Also by the looks of it, Hansung had been caught.

The complete defeat of his student.

No matter how uninterested he had been, he now had no choice but to be interested.

“You're certainly strong. However, you are too arrogant.”

Hansung also completely read Muyoung's intentions.

And he could get a sense of Muyoung's boundless confidence.

Such confidence against him, the Dragon Lord!

Of course it was better than nothing, but it was excessive. There were many times when doing too much was worse than doing nothing at all.

Pendragon was just a rookie.

On the other hand, Muyoung was a master.

Hansung had felt that Muyoung was one of a kind ever since the first time he had met him.

Experts can't hide all their strength even if they tried.

It was more easily recognizable to someone like Hansung.

If he moderated his movements and regulated even his heart beat, then he could never be ordinary.

An outrageous purity of divine power.

He was a supernova that appeared from who knew where, but Hansung was called a 'monarch' because he was undefeated.

“Sword fragment.”

Muyoung said shortly.

The sword fragment Hansung had showed the saintess.

Something thought to belong to King Slayer!

“You mean that if you win, I'm to give you the sword fragment?”

Thud!

Muyoung's response was clear.

Hansung tilted the corners of his lips.

If his self-confidence was to this extent, it surpa.s.sed unpleasantness and was fun.

Since it wasn't like he never receive this kind of challenge because he was the Dragon Lord.

“Fine. However, if I win, what will you give me?”

Traditionally, favorable bets had to be made on both sides.

The Dragon Lord alone couldn't bet the sword fragment.

Then Muyoung withdrew the Sage's Potion from his chest.

“Oh, I see. If it's the Sage's Potion it's a bit tempting.”

The Sage's Potion was worth calling the bet.

They were so extremely rare that even some large groups did not even possess a few.

It was enough to support the very best prospects.

Hansung did not have a place for enemies.

In other words, there was a limit to the supply and demand of Sage's Potions.

Without a doubt, there would be a few of Pendragon's stats that weren't even enlightened.

For the love of his student…

“Fine. I accept.”

He had no choice but to bite.

In any case, he had no thoughts of losing.

Then Hansung shook his head.

“Saintess-nim, can you keep the process and outcome of this fight a secret?”

“Alright.”

Only the saintess, Seraphina, Muyoung, Hansung and Pendragon were inside the large castle.

If the fight with Hansung started, it was highly possible that priests and paladins would gather.

Since they would also want to see a fight with the man who was closest to being humanity's strongest.

However, the current Hansung didn't want to be seen by any others.

After the chaos had pa.s.sed and his true character as a hero was revealed; only then, not now.

'Before becoming a hero, while I exist utterly as Hansung.'

He had the thought that he wanted to fight with him and make his own light shine distinctly.

Muyoung lifted his head and withdrew Anguish.

Swoong!

Anguish cried.

A battle of pure swordsmanship.

Even so, the skills that Muyoung was able to use were only acceleration and grains.

He couldn't use any skill dealing with death here, and the other skills were too distinctive.

Muyoung had become famous as an angel precisely because of skills like those.

On the other hand, Muyoung's equipment and such were not so well-known.

'Win.'

Muyoung certainly had no thoughts of losing.

Of course this would be a difficult fight.

An opponent who he might lose or win against even if he used all he had.

If so, he put a restriction on himself.

However, the same was true for Hansung.

Hansung's true character appeared when he was with Arkisa.

The magical dragon Arkisa was not here.

“Well then… let's start.”

Hansung held dual swords.

He was a master of dual wielding swordsmanship.

Also, he was the owner of three types of secret cla.s.ses.

'Contractor of dragons, Master of a Hundred Swords, and Iron Knight.'

Furthermore, all three of them had synergetic effects on each other.

Muyoung and Hansung stared at each other for a while.

n.o.body moved first.

Hundreds and thousands of scenarios were rising up in Muyoung's mind.

What path and speed should he use, and how he should penetrate.

Or how to defend.

He was searching for the most optimal one.

The same went for Hansung.

'I thought you would jump at me to your heart's content.'

It was a surprise. Muyoung was concentrating extremely. More carefully than anyone else.

When Muyoung had first thrown speculation at him, Hansung had seen him as just a power-drunk and arrogant fellow, but after entering a fight with him, he realized that it was just a 'display'.

'He just wanted me to respond.'

Quite so.

Hansung looked at Muyoung again.

And if that were true, then he couldn't lose this fight even more.

Hansung decided to take it a little more seriously.

And he read one among thousands of cases.

'I found it.'

Hansung found a way a step faster than Muyoung.

He slightly lowered his upper body and wielded his swords with both hands.

The wind resistance was minimal, and in the blink of an eye he was standing in front of Muyoung.

And, like it was nothing, he naturally 'invaded' Muyoung's territory.

There was no knock on the door.

Indeed, an entry without warning.

'The rhythm is different.'

Muyoung stepped back with a frown.

He attacked without warning and invaded his s.p.a.ce.

Usually, he would not suffer, but Hansung's rhythm was different to normal people.

He was able to tell with just one glance.

Chiiiik!

His armor was scratched.

It was light because of his dramatic response. If he had been a little late he would have lost his waist.

The corner of Muyoung's mouth quivered.

Hansung was facing him sincerely.

He was truly trying to kill Muyoung. He certainly didn't know how to do things in moderation.

'This is fun.'

Muyoung immediately launched a counterattack.

He swung Anguish horizontally.

Tchk!

Hansung blocked it with a sword, but a crack appeared. One of the twin swords soon burst into light.

He hit the grain in antic.i.p.ation of his reaction.

But Hansung brushed off his hands as if it were nothing.

Then another sword was created.

'The sword he used in the beginning was just a tangible sword.'

The Master of a Hundred Swords.

As the words suggested, he was carrying a hundred types of swords.

However, there was no real shape and when a skill was used, the intangible sword was able to take shape and be manifested to the world.

However, he seemed somewhat surprised.

Muyoung certainly had a rhythm that was different to ordinary people.

His body's rhythm, sensation, everything.

In a moment, Hansung's figure disappeared.

'A blind spot.'

Muyoung immediately threw himself sideways.

Thud!

However, Hansung's plan was the place where Muyoung threw himself.

Muyoung was. .h.i.t in the foot and his body was pinned to a palace pillar.

Muyoung dusted off his head and stood up.

A match of pure swordsmanship.

It wasn't enough for them to just be one or two steps ahead.

In the end, it was a fight of how many steps they thought of ahead.

In terms of simple skills, Hansung was slightly superior.

It could be said that Hansung had the upper hand in swordsmanship itself.

Rather than hack and slash, he had a sense for swordsmanship.

However… Muyoung had one shot. Muyoung's attacks were all fatal.

With only one shot it was possible for him to overturn everything.

Hansung was realizing this instinctively.

Because of that, he was taking caution in attacking in order not to allow him to counterattack.

'It's like fighting a gigantic steel giant.'

Among Alexandro's trials, if he was to point out the most difficult thing, it would certainly be the triathlon with the steel giant.

In that place, Muyoung lost countlessly.

However he continuously challenged it.

It was fun and rewarding.

That was the case with the current fight.

Muyoung spoke.

“Let's do this properly.”

He stretched his neck both ways while properly grasping Anguish.

He was done testing the waters.

The saintess, Seraphina and Pendragon could not believe the present situation.

That he was a human that could fight on even ground with Hansung!

Even so, Seraphina was less shocked.

Because she firmly believed that Muyoung was an angel.

On the contrary, it was to the extent that she thought he could win against even Hansung if he spread his wings.

On the other hand… Pendragon's pupils shook violently.

'He's fighting on even ground with teacher?'

If it was with that level of ability, then he'd had no hope from the beginning.

Simply put, like trying to break a rock with an egg.

Even if he hit it a hundred times, the rock would not break.

Pendragon was an egg. Muyoung was a gigantic boulder.

He realized that now.

Mortification, shame, and numerous mixed emotions dominated his body.

However…

Pendragon watched Seraphina.

Seraphina did not take her eyes off of Muyoung.

She watched his every move.

She seemed totally oblivious of Pendragon's gaze.

'I lost.'

He acknowledged it.

He had to.

What would be the point of becoming the First Knight?

In the end he wouldn't be able to win Seraphina's heart.

He had been angry during the fight, but if there was this level of a skill gap, he would only have been ridiculous.

Seraphina's cheeks were flushed.

She was not a woman who had fallen in love.

She was too expressionless for that.

She was just concentrating.

She was thinking that in this world, there was only Muyoung.

Perhaps she had even forgotten that Pendragon existed.

What Muyoung was showing was to the extent that even if it was simple swordsmanship it was enough to overwhelm everything.

To do more… it was pointless.

Pendragon bowed his head.

It was a long time since he had felt this sense of defeat.

Tears gathered slightly in his eyes.

They were tears that marked the end of his first love.

'I will become stronger.'

Pendragon wiped his eyes and looked back at the progress of the battle.

Finally, the fight was drawing to a close.

Muyoung had shattered around 90 of the swords Hansung carried. He wielded 100, but he was almost at his limit.

Muyoung's flow was certainly abnormal.

Because he suddenly got faster or slower.

Even so, Hansung didn't collapse. On the contrary, he cornered Muyoung more fiercely and stabbed at his whole body.

His suit of armor was already in tatters.

Shwak!

Finally, he cut even his helmet.

However, only the corner of his mouth was exposed.

He… was laughing.

Anyone could see that Hansung had the upper hand.

In reality, Muyoung was slowly getting closer to using all of his strength.

'Someone who is enjoying it can't be beat.'

Pendragon gritted his teeth.

He was sincerely enjoying the fight.

Chwaak!

Muyoung was not just suffering.

In his half-collapsed state, Anguish had pierced Hansung's thigh.

Hansung also gave Muyoung's shoulder a long cut.

After this, they began to slash at each other.

They both got back up like Daruma dolls.

Half a day pa.s.sed since then.

“Amazing.”

How much had they fought?

As if Hansung was pleased, his teeth showed when he laughed.

Blood covered their eyes.

Their entire bodies were in tatters.

A case where it wouldn't be strange even if they both died.

No one could stop them.

Because it seemed that the moment they stopped fighting, an even greater harm would occur.

Because they were both standing at swordpoint.

It was not a fight that ended when one side stopped.

“…”

Muyoung didn't answer.

No, he didn't have the energy to respond.

Thud!

They both collapsed simultaneously.