Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

48 – Burn the enemy’s supply first (4)

The guy who is caught by the provocation and rushes at it like a dog in heat is an idiot who wants to die.

Being caught in a provocation and running amok must be a gap intended by the guy who is only aiming for my corner.

At once, they will target my weakness and come in.

So I left my will to kill him and calmed down my other emotions.

“Damn it, that noble pretender! I will definitely kill you.”

I started looking for the weakness of LeBlanc’s bastard while maximizing his body aura.

“I thought he was just a young guy who would attack without covering his back, so I deliberately scratched his insides. What’s wrong with not fishing?”

“What the hell are you doing pretending to be proud like looking down from above! Let’s fight with our skills like a man, you high-ranking knight who has nothing to offer but bravado!”

LeBlanc immediately circulated the aura through his body, then suddenly came towards me and swung his sword.

It was sharp and fast, but I even felt the heaviness of it, like a 1-ton truck crashing into me.

“The sin of insulting me, a high-ranking knight, will be punished with death, you lowly bastard!”

I concentrated the aura on my arms and whole body, and with that power I tried to block his blows.

‘Damn it, isn’t that a sword bend?’

In the district where I lived, it was a powerful and heavy attack that felt like a person like Gamhodo would make it.

Still, because it was a gift from Captain Dalton, it held up well without bending or breaking.

LeBlanc laughed at me again for blocking his blow.

“To block my blow. He’s a pretty good guy. However, if things go on like this, Marcel LeBlanc’s sword will kill him anyway. Before that, give me a name, something vulgar.”

Your voice, tone, and behavior seem to be looking down on me even when I ask you to name me.

Everything is such a piece of trash that really pisses people off.

Meanwhile, what annoys me even more is that his personality is really rotten, but his skill alone is far superior to mine.

Damn it, no matter what I refute or say, I’m going to have to keep listening to this until I shake his head.

So what can I do if I feel unfair, I have no choice but to prove that I have the upper hand by killing him.

I answered while sharpening my knife in my heart.

“This is Martin Mayer, the platoon leader of the Whitebeard Mercenaries.”

“A platoon commander at that young age. What a crappy mercenary!”

“You only know how long or short it is, our noble knight!”

This time I thrust my sword through his throat from my side.

“Die!”

LeBlanc immediately saw my aim and turned his body to the right to avoid it, so I had to cut through the air with the sword I was holding.

I should have felt uneasy at the sensation of the sword not reaching its goal.

‘f*ck, I have to avoid the next attack no matter what.’

Right now, LeBlanc must be trying to take advantage of me and attack anywhere.

Where should we aim? The back of the neck, under the armpits, or the groin or behind the knees?

No matter how many times I think about it, I can’t figure it out unless I look back.

I can’t help it at times like this, damn it…

“Die, you mouth-watering bastard!”

As soon as I heard that, I threw my body forward and rolled.

After widening my distance with him, I stood up and stood facing LeBlanc, aiming my sword.

“One of the tricks that a young kid avoids like a rat is amazing. As expected, he seems to be using his habit of stealing like a mouse because he is a lowly fellow.”

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Then this time he approached me.

“You have to avoid it like that, it’s the same in the end! Do you fall behind now or fall behind in a second? Don’t try too hard, kid!”

This time, LeBlanc focused his aura on his leg and swung his sword as he quickly approached me.

What you wield is definitely a sword, but the sound of cutting through the wind and the wind pressure feel as heavy as if you were swinging a log.

‘f*ck, is that a bear or a person?’

Even so, the blue fog that symbolizes expert is not visible on his sword.

How much greater and stronger is the realm of alternative expert?

When the swords collided with each other, I felt a sudden pain as if my arm had been beaten by a wooden block.

“Was it just this much?”

LeBlanc swung his sword as fast as a storm raged.

It was a speed and power that would not be able to be followed by the eyes of an ordinary person, but I could see all of his movements in my eyes that had acquired an aura.

I began to thoroughly analyze his strengths and weaknesses while taking each one with my eyes.

If anyone sees it, it may look like an idiot who is leisurely investigating other people’s swordsmanship in a war, but in order to win against an enemy stronger than myself, I must.

Because knowing the enemy’s strengths and weaknesses, and poking at weaknesses and loopholes is the surest way to win.

‘Just one gap. If only I could see that gap…’

I continued to receive his unending attacks with my sword.

“Did you realize you couldn’t stand this body and decide to focus on blocking from now on? It’s not a bad decision, but you won’t be able to beat me or LeBlanc just by blocking it.”

Even the rookies who just joined our mercenary corps know all about that.

However, I didn’t even respond to it and just focused on calming down all my emotions.

Thinking of a quiet lake in the cold winter that seems to freeze everything.

I looked at, read, and analyzed his attack patterns thoroughly based on reason.

“How did this bastard, who was just talking so easily, become so quiet! Did you become speechless because you were frightened by my family’s arcane swordsmanship and my height! It is fortunate that the lowly figured out the fountain before it died.”

Are you trying to stimulate my emotions to read my gaps, or is he trying to prevent me from analyzing my weaknesses to read them?

No matter what the intention is, there is only one thing that is important to me now.

‘Finding gaps in LeBlanc, who is stronger than I am now.’

For him, I concentrated as much as possible.

Like a flowing river, the attack is as heavy as a log while continuing naturally.

I felt dizzy as the sword continued without a break, but I calmly and carefully observed and analyzed it while watching the video.

And then, to hide my intentions, I scratched his insides.

“Sorry for not being able to answer you, Senior Engineer. Because the sword is so blunt, I keep laughing nonsense.”

“This, you lowly bastard! It’s not that my swordsmanship is dull, it’s that both of your eyes are blind! I will kill you today and dig out your eyes and feed them to eagles!”

“If you want to try it, try it. But seeing that you talk so much, it seems you have nothing to offer but bravado.”

LeBlanc’s voice began to tremble before he knew it.

“Yes, yes you bastard! Dare! Dare! Me, a noble high-ranking knight!”

Then LeBlanc got excited and continued to deliver blows faster and stronger than before.

The burden on my arm, though it became more difficult to follow each movement.

‘Now my movements have become a bit simpler.’

Maybe that’s why I finally noticed the habit embedded in his sword.

As an apprentice knight, he must have learned the sword from a proper master, and the angle at which he wielded the sword was not fixed in one place.

Up, down, diagonally up, right, left.

It’s really desirable to swing the sword in various directions so that you don’t find a pattern for your attacks.

However, the sword is too honest for a knight whose most important thing in life is to boast of his ‘noble status’.

‘Dogfighting is perfect for a guy who uses swordsmanship like this.’

Just in time, LeBlanc stepped back and straightened his stance.

“I will kill you this time.”

I also responded by wiggling his fingers.

“If you can try it, try it, bravado knight bastard!”

“Such a rude bastard!”

LeBlanc kicked off the ground and charged me like a mad cow.

I gnawed my teeth and exploded my aura, staring straight at his attack.

A slash that strikes the head from the front.

“It doesn’t even matter!”

I also swung my sword to block the attack.

A heavy feeling was transmitted to my hand, and the guy in front of me tried to break my posture by pressing it with force.

At this time, LeBlanc’s many gaps came into my eyes at once.

Ankles, shins, waist, belly, head.

Even if you can’t kill the armored opponent in one shot, it’s a weakness that breaks your stance and instantly turns the fight in your favor.

‘It’s as if you came to a buffet. Where can I hit this son of a b*tch?’

LeBlanc did not know how much I was aiming, and he continued to focus on destroying my stance.

“Die! You f*cking idiot!”

When I heard that, the corner of my mouth went up.

Now I don’t have to worry about not being able to give that damn bastard a proper shot.

“Damn it.”

Then I poured the aura into my gauntlet-clad left hand and struck the guy’s helmet down vigorously.

‘f*ck, I feel alive.’