Overgeared

‘I know there are many weaknesses in the sword dance.’

The sword dance was literally a dance. A dance while wielding the sword. There were some unnecessary and unhelpful movements in combat. There were many forced movements because each sword dance visualized a specific object or concept. A typical example was when he needed to take a stride—the gap was a deadly weakness and many talents had targeted it.

However, the reason Grid was able to survive until now was that he sublimated his weaknesses into strengths. Grid had reached a point where he used most of the movements in the sword dance as defensive or evasive maneuvers. He also minimized the useless behavior by evolving the sword dance itself. It wouldn’t have been possible without his bone-deep efforts.

However, at this moment, the sword dance was once again attacked. Grid once again felt the limits of the sword dance and was in a great sense of disarray. Nevertheless, he didn’t become frustrated. It was just a part of Grid, not the whole Grid. The days when denying the sword dance meant denying Grid was long over.

‘It will be different.’

Grid calmly looked at Biban’s eyes. Biban’s gaze was clearly scanning Grid’s lower body. It was to read the direction of the stride and to block the sword dance. However, Madra’s swordsmanship didn’t use legs. Madra had annihilated hundreds of thousands of empire soldiers while standing in place like a rooted giant.

“100,000 Army.”

Grid twisted his waist in the air.

“Massacre Sword!”

“...!!”

The legacy of the Undefeated King was revealed. Beyond the baptism of the sword energy spreading out like hot wind, Grid identified that Biban’s eyes were shaking. He was very flustered when facing a different swordsmanship than he expected.

‘It will work!’

It was the moment Grid thought with confidence.

“...!?”

An aura of death reached Grid’s neck. His transcendent senses warned him to be careful. The surprised Grid pulled his neck back and a cutting noise was heard right in front of his face. The effect of intangible will appeared without leaving any traces and cut the space.

‘Crazy!’

It wasn’t the Heart Sword. Kraugel had once showed the sword that ‘always cut what he wanted to cut.’ In other words, it could never fail to hit. A chill went down Grid’s spine.

‘Is this intangible will?’

Intangible will—it was the technique of the absolute masters who suppressed the target with the power of their pure will. It wasn’t a fraudulent skill like the Heart Sword that cut a target ‘without fail’, but it was a useful way of exercising physical force without touching it directly. Of course, the power was greatly reduced compared to Heart Sword. Even so, the power of Biban’s intangible will couldn’t be ignored.

The screams of the torn air made his skin numb. The idea that his neck would’ve been cut if he was even a bit slower caused Grid’s hairs to stand up.

“Ah...!”

Was it one second? Grid, who had been stiff for a short time, belatedly came to his senses and turned his attention to the ground. The baptism of sword energy was pressuring Biban in all directions. As Grid expected, Biban failed to break it. He was forced to use Sword Curtain to defend himself. Biban hadn’t taken more than two steps and his eyes were fixed on Grid.

[It was great that you avoided it. Your senses are still dull but you have a body that overcomes the dull senses.]

‘Really a monster...’

Sending a sound transmission in the midst of this? Grid raised an index finger and pointed it at Biban.

“Magic Missile!”

to fire a rampage of light rays. He didn’t care about conserving his mana. The sword energy blocked by the Sword Curtain scattered in all directions and collided with the ground, causing the entire area inside the barrier to shake. The Magic Missiles streamed down like rain

“Pant...”

dumbfounded by the incredible

"You have learned it through tinkering...

“Gulp.”

on the worldview. It was

away as

Revolve at any time. In the first place, this confrontation required persistence, not winning. It was even a simple game that lasted only

Biban’s eyes were deep as

is an uncontrollable

to this, he made mistakes. Still, he wasn’t incompetent. He had the skills with a single sword to make up for a thousand mistakes. Hundreds of years ago, when thousands of demons

of Pagma, Braham, and

the sword. He was able to connect with the sword. He was able to guess what path the other side would take based on their strength, skills, techniques, and purpose, yet even Biban didn’t dare measure

kid... it

The finished body had scattered signs of overuse and there was no talent in the traces of his effort to make up for the weaknesses of the sword dance. He was a completely different type from the former Pioneers. That’s why Biban thought it was even

did he

an estimate. Just like an ordinary person couldn’t understand a genius,

“......”

began. Biban knew it exactly but he didn’t try to overpower Grid. He stood silently and wondered why Braham and

it

to understand the ordinary person, who

“Interesting...”

and Biban smiled. Grid saw

what is

as he thoroughly observed Biban from top to bottom. He

hour for Grid. He felt like he had entered a world where time had stopped. Then Biban smiled in an unspeakable way

much time has passed? Is it now

front of you. Your deep thoughts

“Kuek...!”

was smashed by the jump and the storm that ensued devoured everything around it. The ground swirled roughly and disrupted Grid’s vision. The four God Hands protecting Grid were swept away by

isn’t possible. I

as he watched the incoming sword that was like a dragon’s claws. His transcendent senses weren’t a system help. Grid himself was aware of the situation based on his many years of experience. It was an accurate judgment. Grid didn’t understand the concept of ‘breathing’ but every strong person he faced so far had been aiming at Grid’s breathing without knowing it. They targeted the gap between breathing to deal a blow to Grid. Grid instinctively knew that he couldn’t

the midst

“200,000 Army Crushing Sword!”

instead of Revolve. It was the Undefeated King’s swordsmanship that cut down the skill of all enemies in sight. The stronger the skill he wanted to cut, the more severe the backlash that occurred. Nevertheless, it was better than letting his head fly away. The Enlightenment Sword

have been injured by the recoil from 200,000

50%

“Cough!”

dark red blood. Grid felt the pain

“Hah.”

strike that Grid blocked was the one that cut off one

“Ohhhhhh!”

the difference in strength from that engagement but he wasn’t frustrated at all. The bloody Grid swung his sword as he divided into several people. Biban stood in the center of the sword dance

want to help this

the sheath. Then hundreds of lines were belatedly drawn around Biban and the multiple Grids were torn apart and destroyed. Only one Grid