Survival Story of a Sword King

Dragon Fight (3)

The red trajectory hovered around the giant Dragon.

Every time the sword flashed, Nakterion’s wounds increased.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

It was said that clothes got wet when left under a drizzle.

Nakterion, who found it hard to hold out, invoked a magic tool.

“Wise Sage’s Healing!”

The level 99 spiritual art recovered from his wounds through hidden artifacts.

But it didn’t work very well.

It was because Ryu Han-bin’s Aura that remained in his injuries was too dense.

He healed, but looking at his scales, the Ancient Golden Dragon clicked his tongue.

‘If only a level 99 Spiritist had performed the art, it would have been better than this…’

If he were a Spiritist, he would have managed to sensibly avoid the repercussions of the residual Aura and performed a more effective healing procedure.

However, he couldn’t expect such a sense from artifacts that were nothing but tools.

‘That’s why the Top Four don’t carry around magic tools.’

There was no problem when he was level 120, but the efficiency dropped significantly after over level 140.

It would be worse for the Thunder King or the Archmage.

Still, it was better than nothing, so Nakterion continued to attack while working hard to heal himself.

Numerous magic circles were created and disappeared, pouring all kinds of electric attacks, heatwaves, and flashes on Ryu Han-bin.

Not a single shot was taken.

‘All right, I’m getting used to it!’

Throughout, he delicately avoided, fell out of, and stroke back.

Ryu Han-bin was dominant in terms of timing, distance, and power.

‘But he never gives out the vital points either.’

In terms of physical ability and amount of Mana, Nakterion was never lagging.

He was a Dragon, and his opponent was just a human, after all.

“I am not who I used to be! You think I’m going to back off like this?”

Crossing both front feet, the Golden Dragon burst into a roar, pushing away the storm of Mana.

“Now I have the power of the great Queen of the Mado Kingdom!”

After flying away from the storm, Ryu Han-bin aimed at him with the Gigant again.

‘Come to think of it, did Artis say that this Ancient Dragon suddenly became strangely powerful?’

The world-renowned Nakterion’s level was around 120s.

He couldn’t have been level 145 in terms of age or anything.

‘Maybe, like the three divine beasts of Kaltan, he strengthened himself with his strength?’

If so, he had to check.

Han-bin secretly analyzed him.

“I’m certainly surprised. I didn’t know the Archmage could even have that kind of ability.”

“Whoa, you stupid people can’t think of anything…”

Nakterion raised his head proudly.

“Do you know that our Dragons can absorb the energy of their opponents like Aliens and turn them into our own?”

After hearing the following explanation, Ryu Han-bin’s expression was distorted.

It meant that the Archmage had just taken Nakterion to the Dungeons, hunted lots of monsters, and fed Nakterion with the energy.

‘What? Was it just that?’

Well, it certainly seemed an unimaginable trick to the Dragons.

Artis didn’t even think of it at first.

“Uh, well, that’s…”

After hesitating for a while, Han-bin just nodded.

“Amazing. I never imagined it. That’s great.”

It was a boring reaction, like reading a book, but Nakterion didn’t seem to have noticed.

He was pulling Mana up in a more triumphant way.

“With the power given by the Queen of the Mado Kingdom, I will destroy you!”

Looking at the Ancient Dragon in front of him talking about the Archmage day and night, Ryu Han-bin felt awkward.

‘You are different from the other Ancient Dragons.’

He was blind enough to look stupid at first glance.

To think he had been around for hundreds of years…

Usually, if he had lived that long, it was normal to have the appropriate wisdom…

‘… Wait, Raondel lived a long time, didn’t he? Isn’t that just the way it is?’

He thought he should discuss that with Leon Hart later.

Regardless, he had practiced the Dog-Beating Swordsmanship a lot, and he had roughly figured out everything he needed to find out.

“Let’s get to the finale!”

Suddenly, Ryu Han-bin changed his posture.

He stretched down his Gigant and inflated the muscles of his whole body.

Boom!

His red Aura burned fiercely on his body.

-Valtara’s Fighting Spirit!

The vast energy that converged into one point exploded and flew across the battlefield like a sea.

Some of the destructive forces that were out of control hit his physique, turning into extreme pain.

Boom!

A huge swordsman bleeding in the explosion reappeared.

“Valtara’s Fighting Spirit, the ultimate skill of Baotolt?”

Nakterion’s eyes shone.

“Now I can go all out!”

* * *

Focusing on the surge of Aura on his Gigant, Ryu Han-bin took a deep breath.

“Phew…”

Thanks to his hard work, he could finally control nearly 90 percent of his fighting spirit.

And due to the Dog-Beating Swordsmanship, the Valtara’s Three Swords were also impeccable.

But that didn’t mean he could let his guard down.

“Growl!”

With the roar, a flash of light rose from the body of Nakterion.

The vast Mana turned into a golden brilliance and formed a huge magic line.

Watching the scene, Han-bin confirmed.

‘You’ve been saving your strength on purpose, too.’

Ryu Han-bin deliberately saved his fighting spirit in order to practice Dog-Beating Swordsmanship. Still, there was no reason for Nakterion to wait until his opponent did his best.

The best option would be to get it done before the fight truly began.

And yet, if he came out like that on purpose, it meant that they were ordered to pull out their forces separately.

It was as expected, as he was looking forward to.

‘The question is, can I fight his power now?’

Every horn of the Nakterion began to shine brilliantly.

“This is my greatest magic!”

The magic circles threw up dozens of golden beams.

At first glance, it seemed like simple light magic, but the power in it wasn’t one that could be ignored.

A level 140 ultimate Light spell.

“Open up, door to destruction! Gate of Arcana!”

Radiance flew in from all directions.

It was an inevitable attack, flying in with all the space and timing.

“It’s over, Sword King!”

At that moment, Ryu Han-bin stabbed Gigant to the ground.

“This is how magic is supposed to be stopped!”

He raised his arms and covered his head with a shout. At the same time, his body muscles swelled up frighteningly.

“Ahhhhhh!”

There was a flash of convergence.

A ruthless explosion swept away not only Ryu Han-bin but also the entire battlefield.

Boom!

It was such a powerful explosion that he even felt like a small sun had risen in the middle of the battlefield.

Soldiers on both sides of the battle were stopped fighting.

“What is that?”

“What’s the big explosion?”

“Oh, my God!”

Boom!

In the center of the huge crater, the Valtara warrior appeared, tattered between numerous falling debris.

“Ugh, it hurts like hell…”

Nakterion opened his mouth when he saw Han-bin bleeding, his whole body blackened, yet still standing firmly on both legs.

“How did you take my ultimate magic head-on?”

Han-bin looked as if he was treated unfairly as he pulled his Gigant out of the ground.

“I didn’t just take it with my body.”

It couldn’t be possible with a simple Aura shield or an Aura guard.

On the face of it being ignorant, it took a complicated and clever operation to carry out that defense!

Leon Hart and the two of them had been working head-to-head for that exact scenario.

-Usually, it’s the standard to read the flow of attack and deflect it as much as possible, but Han-bin, you’ve gotten used to such an ignorant way.

-So I’m not good at common defense?

-You can learn if you invest time. However, It’s just better to make up for what you did well at that time.

-Wait, that means…

– Yes, you get hit from now on.

-…

A painful memory passed through his mind for a moment.

Ryu Han-bin flitted his body, gritting his teeth.

“Do you know how hard I had to be beaten to learn this?”

His whole body, holding his Gigant, was covered in red light that penetrated the space.

‘Whoops!’

Nakterion’s expression hardened when he saw Han-bin flooding in.

He couldn’t move his Mana for a while because he had just used overly powerful magic.

That was the biggest drawback behind great skills.

It was one of Ryu Han-bin’s favorite methods when he was on the Rocky Mountains!

“Now it’s my turn!”

The Valtara’s Pierce, Valtara’s Cross, and Valtara’s Hack naturally led to the concentration of strength at the exact timing, accurate position, and precise delivery.

The flow of skill followed correctly, just like the flow of his Aura.

It was a skill that had been blown dozens, hundreds of times…

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The skill he had never used properly before.

-Triple Cross Attack, Cross Impact!

It worked properly.

* * *

A vast wound was dealt against the over-40-meter reptilian giant’s chest.

Exuding seemingly endless blood, Nakterion groaned.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Nevertheless, he hadn’t met death yet.

As expected, level 145’s life force was different for an Ancient Dragon.

“Not yet… I haven’t carried out the order yet…”

He staggered and activated healing magic tools to stop the bleeding.

But it didn’t have much effect.

The wound was already irreparably large.

“Is it over…”

Eventually, Nakterion acknowledged his fate.

He stared at Han-bin and shouted harshly.

“… Kill me!”

“I don’t want to.”

On the contrary, he took his sword back instead.

The Ancient Dragon’s expression became distorted.

“… Are you going to show mercy?”

He heard that the new Sword King avoided killing, but he didn’t know it would be that much.

Finding it truly ridiculous, Nakterion insulted him.

“You are too soft! You are different from your teacher.”

“Soft…”

Han-bin replied with a bitter smile to the opponent’s ridicule.

“It’s my belief that being soft is a hundred times better than killing everything and getting blood in my hands.”

At the moment, his eyes sank coldly.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t mean to save your life. Your level is too high for that.”

The reason why he didn’t kill Nakterion was simple.

‘I’m nervous about leveling up. I can’t just take more experience here.’

Ugh!

A screeching soundwave came over Nakterion’s head.

Effir, which was hovering above, was lowering her altitude.

Ryu Han-bin didn’t need the experience points, but it was a very precious energy for Effir.

How much energy would a level 145 dragon give her?

“Thank you for the meal!”

The Wyvern’s Breath burned the wounds of the Ancient Dragon.

Boom!

Even if it was just a level 75 Wyvern’s Breath, it was fatal enough for the dying Nakterion.

With a scream, the life of the Dragon race’s chief gradually faded away.

“Ugh, ugh…”

The silver-maned Wyvern, upon landing, knitted with her front wings and lowered her head playfully.

“Thank you for the meal!”

“Wow, that’s humiliating the dead a lot…”

“It’s humiliating the Ancient Dragon.”

Han-bin looked back at Effir with fresh eyes.

That was why Latna’s Dragon race was so mean.

“How’s your body?”

“I seem to be getting used to binge-eating. It’s just worth it.”

Getting rid of Nakterion didn’t end the situation.

There were still four Ancient Dragons left on the battlefield.

Ryu Han-bin climbed on top of Effir.

“Let’s go. We need to clear the rest of them.”