I Have Come To End This Fight

Episode 61. One Hundred Foot Ritual (3)

The moment everyone takes the sword.

The gaze of the 50th aircraft had no choice but to turn naturally to the special seats.

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My body reacted as if it had to be done.

Thanks to that, I was able to see the 50th aircraft clearly.

A being entering the special audience.

Curly, white, medium-length hair, neatly swept back bangs.

A slightly angular face and a white beard extending from sideburns.

A 180 cm tall body that clearly looks like an old man’s face or a young man’s.

And dark, deep black eyes.

Even though it was quite a distance, for some reason, his figure was clearly in my field of vision.

At his appearance, not only Yuri, but all of the 50 units were distracted.

No, it was right to say that I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

As if the soul was captured.

As if something big would happen if you looked away.

They couldn’t even move.

Jerk-jerk-.

With each step he took, the sound disappeared.

speech.

breath.

Even the sound of the slightest movement.

All sounds in the world disappeared.

in the suffocating silence.

With tens of thousands of pairs of eyes watching, the old man finally sat down.

He sat on the seat of power and boredly accepted the swordsmanship sent by tens of thousands of Black Swordsmen.

as if it were natural.

Swoop- Tuk.

A man looking down at the stadium with his chin resting lightly.

No one told him who he was, but there was no one who didn’t realize who he was or what he was.

Because their instincts were telling them.

Someone said his name as if possessed.

“Sword Master… Luke Ryder.”

It was a very small voice, but it was enough to awaken people’s spirits.

People with hazy faces as if they were dreaming of something.

The suffocating silence still continued, but a little composure was revived.

Then someone else murmured softly.

“Is that the swordsman? Than you think… Are you normal?”

Born in an era of competition, they grow up hearing stories about sword masters from childhood.

Absolute.

A man called the master of this world.

An unparalleled swordsman who single-handedly cut down the world.

As a result, the children imagined the appearance of Sword Master in a scary and exaggerated way.

Or a rough and scary appearance like the demon king in the legend.

Or maybe you have a couple more arms than others.

Either he or a giant reaching 3m.

Children who grew up with such ridiculous imaginations had a preconceived notion that the sword master would be special even when they grew up.

Because of this, they were a little disappointed in the normal appearance of the Sword Master, which was a little far from the prejudice they had been harboring for decades.

On the other hand, some of them seemed dumbfounded by such muttering.

Even when others find a certain amount of leisure, those who still cannot take their eyes off the Sword Master.

Arin and Poppy, Nellie Blanc, Clarisse Van… and the scion of several prestigious families, including Gunther Irons.

They held their breath and stared at the sword master.

The reason for such a reaction was simple.

Because I see it as much as I know.

The only people who felt that the sword master was ordinary were those who could not see anything at all.

Proportionate to their skills, those who felt something couldn’t take their eyes off the sword master.

and glass.

He was in a more serious condition than others, as he had been dealing with incarnations because his spirit blood had been pierced earlier.

From the moment the sword master appeared, Yuri couldn’t even blink.

A look of astonishment appeared in his widened eyes.

‘common? It’s normal… … ? that one?’

Where the hell are you looking at?

Is the bastard who said that bullsh*t really looking at the same thing as me?

Whoo oh-.

Behold, that red aura that could not fill the area around the sword blade and reached the sky!

It soared up the moment the sword master sat on the throne, dyeing the sky red.

Overwhelming aura that makes you feel dizzy just by looking at it.

It was a ferocious temper, as if he would be eaten at any moment if he accidentally let go of the string of tension.

In order not to lose, Yuri clenched his fists tightly.

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Meanwhile, he collapsed and laughed as if it was absurd.

‘Is that a monster?’

John called the sword master a monster.

However, facing the sword master directly, Yuri shook her head.

‘That’s… It’s not like a monster.’

A long time ago, Yuri, who wandered the world, saw a huge Tornado that swallowed everything.

A surprisingly gigantic pillar of wind connecting the earth and the sky.

A natural disaster so large and powerful that humans are considered mere bugs.

The Sword Master was just such an existence.

The Sword Master… That one wasn’t just called a monster.

That… … .

“disaster.”

It was an insurmountable natural disaster and catastrophe.

Yuri, who finally saw the true nature of the sword master he had only heard about, stuck out his tongue.

‘Inspired… Did you fight something like that and intend to fight it again?’

I tried twice.

Even after losing twice.

John preparing for the third.

It was only then that Yuri could understand why the world was exalting John with the title of Absolute Sword.

The fact that he survived fighting such nonsense was enough to earn him respect.

Furthermore, John, who did not give in and prepared for another challenge, was truly worthy of being praised as an ‘unbreakable sword’.

Yuri, who stuck out her tongue like that, smiled as she recalled what she had said to John the other day.

[I like that it’s simple. Does that mean that if I beat the strongest one, the whole world will be mine?]

How funny was John when he saw himself saying he would break the sword scepter?

How much did you laugh at yourself?

I don’t even think I’m funny right now.

‘Would I be able to beat that?’

No, can you leave it and fight and survive?

Even if he survives, will he be able to try again without breaking like John?

Such a question welled up in Yuri’s heart.

And the opportunity to resolve such questions soon arrived.

thud-.

The sound of footsteps came again.

Duran, who drew everyone’s attention, revealed this and said.

“From now on, we will hold a hundred steps ceremony!”

thud-.

Duran’s footsteps became a signal.

“… … ?!”

The red momentum of the sword master, which soared to the sky, plunged into the arena.

* * *

Crowds of people dressed in black occupying the seats in the amphitheater.

It is true that the majority of them were blackswordsmen, but among them were also the riders of the cradle.

Including the 49th class that recently returned.

The 46th class of the 5th year, which is not usually seen because it is in the process of completing the completion process.

And the 47th and 48th generations who became the real power of Yoram in place of the 5th year car.

All the riders present in the cradle were assembled without exception.

Those who are sitting in the zone divided by riders.

There was curiosity in their eyes.

Who came in this year?

Are there any talented ones?

etc.

While watching with a variety of curiosity, the 50th riders finally entered the stadium.

Seeing this, a slight buzz spread.

“Isn’t 50 quite a lot this year? Will it be twice as much as we were?”

“Yes, most of them are chaff.”

Some of the riders said that when they saw the 50th entering the field.

There was a small buzz after that, but it died down with the sound of Duran’s footsteps.

The will written after that.

And the subsequent appearance of sword rites and sword masters.

‘He came.’

‘As expected, you came this year too!’

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Many people swallowed dry saliva at the appearance of the Sword Master.

gulp-,

The dragon’s cradle was the domain of the sword master, and those who belonged to the cradle had surprisingly few opportunities to see the sword master.

This is because, unless there was a special event, the sword master was secluded and did not appear.

But only once a year.

For the past 41 years, there has been a day when the Sword Master makes an appearance every year.

That was the day when a new jockey came in and performed the hundred steps ceremony.

‘This… It’s something I go through every year, but I can’t get used to it.’

From the 46th to the 49th, which occupied the audience seats now.

All of them were the people who went through the Baekbo ritual.

Because of this, I knew very well what was going to happen.

cooong-.

I hear the sound of my legs hitting the ground.

“From now on, we will perform the hundred steps ceremony.”

The riders’ eyes lit up at Duran’s voice.

‘It started.’

‘This is the beginning!’

Experienced people quickly operated mana to protect their bodies and minds.

Soon after, strong momentum swept the arena.

dump-.

People began to fall helplessly like rotten bales of rice.

thump- thump- thump-.

As the number increased exponentially, the riders’ eyes moved quickly.

‘How many!’

‘How many are left?’

And finally.

dump-.

After another person fell, when no more people appeared, someone counted those who remained.

“52 people… Not bad.”

At the start, the number of riders and heads that the most survived was 65 of the 37th.

So, with 52 people, it was pretty decent.

But there was no one who didn’t know that it wasn’t important.

What really mattered was from now on.

* * *

Pha!

Yuri let out a heavy breath.

A deep breath calmed his throbbing heart a little.

‘A while ago it was… … ?’

Yuri felt as if the whole world was splitting apart at the red momentum that slammed into the arena.

The red momentum emitted by the sword master was terrifying.

Even that momentum did not disappear and remained, weighing down Yuri’s body.

“Whoa… … .”

Taking a long, deep breath, Yuri’s eyes slightly frowned against the pressure.

‘What if it’s this much pressure at this distance?’

Yuri’s gaze went to the special seat with the sword master.

The surroundings were shimmering as if the space had been distorted by the momentum emitted by the sword master.

When I saw that, my tongue naturally stuck out.

‘Since that hit me directly, there are few people who are fine.’

Yuri’s predictions were exactly right.

Among the 300 people who were standing upright just a moment ago, the placenta is spread on the floor.

No, it would have been fortunate if it had simply passed out and spread out.

Kheuk-.

This one that bites crab foam and shakes its limbs.

Kruck-.

The one who buried his face in his own vomit.

and.

‘He’s a little… It’s serious.’

Teeth strewn with poop and urine.

In this way, the 50 groups were divided into those who fainted and those who did not faint.

Also, those who did not faint were again divided into those who stood up and those who crawled on the floor.

The bottom creepers looked like they would soon join the stunned ones.

There were only a handful of people standing, including Yuri, who were in good condition.

As Yuri looked around, he heard Duran’s voice again.

“There is only one thing you have to do in this hundred steps ceremony.”

Even though the placenta had already fainted and was unable to come to his senses, Duran continued to speak without hesitation.

It’s as if they didn’t care in the first place.

he said in a grave voice.

“Walk. towards the master of the great sword. This will be the test the sword lord gives you.”

Only then did Yuri understand everything.

100 concentric circles drawn around the special audience seats.

And why was this ceremony called Baekbo (百步)?

“under?”

Awesome-.

Yuri raised her head amidst the pressure of momentum on her shoulders.

Far away, his two eyes looking at the end of a hundred paces were filled with the image of Sword Master looking down at the world with boredom.