Overgeared

The blind swordsman, Cabelon—he sometimes forgot about the absence of his vision. It was because his ridiculously superior senses replaced his vision. In fact, he built a high level of transcendence and was a skilled person worthy of being Muller's self-proclaimed disciple.

'I have been properly humiliated.'

The blade was damaged the moment he hit Kraugel's sword. Five centimeters from the end, a scratch of around 6 millimeters was made. This finely broken balance was captured by Cabelon's senses. It was to the point of being uncomfortable.

Cabelon clicked his tongue and changed his grip. He slightly raised his index finger up to restore the balance of the damaged sword. At the same time, he accelerated the circulation of the sword energy which further strengthened the blade.

"You've shown ugliness. You have been wearing your sword energy all the time, so you revealed a gap."

He hadn't expected that the sword would be damaged. It was natural. It was a sword made of black iron that a craftsman of the distant past had hammered for 100 days, and was wrapped in sword energy. It was believed that it wouldn't be damaged even if it was quenched in the lava boiling in Trauka's nest.

"The world is wide. Master always said that I should live with the sense of being in a well. I should've engraved his words in my mind, not my ears."

"...Are you truly Muller's disciple?"

The other time when they met, Kraugel failed to communicate properly with Cabelon. He had been in the process of a time attack quest where time was running out and he couldn't communicate well with the opponent who suddenly attacked him. Additionally, his skills were strong. At that time, Kraugel had no choice but to fight Cabelon with the feeling of avoiding dirty poop.

However, things were different now. Kraugel had grown and there were many allies around him. Garion, the goddess of the earth; the former Red Knights; and the young knights and soldiers of the empire...

Unlike before, he wasn't alone. It was no longer a strange thing to Kraugel. There was a feeling that his deficits were naturally filled up. He felt reassured.

Cabelon was also active in conversing unlike before. He seemed to have judged that the level of the enemies was too high to stick to his attitude of silence.

"That is a silly question. If you had obtained Master's secret technique, then you would've seen that my swordsmanship is very similar to my master's."

Kraugel knew that Cabelon must've learned the Matchless Swordsmanship. However, there was too much of an ambiguous aspect to be certain he was Muller's disciple. It was because most of the Matchless Swordsmanship used by Cabelon was deformed. It was a form that hadn't evolved in a better direction, but regressed in reverse. He wondered if it would've been like this if a great genius had learned the Matchless Swordsmanship over his shoulders.

"If you are really Muller's disciple, why are you obsessed with his secret technique? The swordsmanship you've already learned firsthand will be better than one recorded in a book."

"It is a ridiculous question again. It is the duty of a disciple to get back my master's relics."

"However, I am the owner of the secret technique."

"What...? What type of sophistry is that?"

"I found something that has been buried for hundreds of years, so it is naturally mine."

"You are a great person who doesn't intend to return the money bag he picked up on the street to the owner, but is going to take care of it. It is deplorable that the Sword Saint of the present age is equivalent to a beggar. It is a fault that will discredit all swordsmen, including Master and myself."

"Isn't this thief's tongue too long?"

wind blew. It was the appearance of Huroi, a member of the 10 meritorious retainers and a propaganda officer. He had returned from a mission to the territories of

be quite saddened when seeing your sword dancing to take away other people's things. He will say that he raised a ruthless robber, not

is in

in heaven? It is either hell or

"Your continuous thoughtless remarks..."

thoughtless remarks? Don't the dead

living as the dead? Even if you cross the line, this is

Huroi's provocation, which was close to the level of abusive words. It was because the more transcendent a person was, the less resistant they were to swear words.

a lunatic so you will naturally disgrace

mouth. He cocked his head and his eyes widened like he was reflecting on what he just heard. Soon after, Kraugel stepped

"Is Muller alive?"

guy is still here...' as if he was alive and well. However, he

group itself searched for Muller's grave, as

up rumors of Muller's survival to create unnecessary confusion. Instead, he shouted like Muller was really alive. "He

"......"

did it

person just want to believe he

Kraugel and Huroi were thinking

came to the surface to see Master. Master is so great

"......"

able to die in the end. He must've learned the truth along the way that death wasn't the end. Would he have died smoothly when he knew that he would be reduced to

interpretation was that

surprised by my excellent information. It must be surprising since there are fewer than 10 people in the world who know Chiyou's name. Who else besides me who knows Chiyou's

name. There is no one in today's

technique and leave before the skeletons of the No

"Let's talk about Muller."

so I can't provide you with any clues

honest?"Huroi whispered into Kraugel's ear. It was a reaction that

pulled out a hair tie

a

a cold manner of talking. There was

took a step back. "I'll assist

"Thank you."

expression was stiff as he shrugged and gripped his sword. It was because the energy of the deceased, which had been filling his surroundings, disappeared without a trace in

have a lot

put down the sword and raised both hands, showing that he had no intention of resisting. As expected of someone with strong senses.

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energy, divinity is nothing special if it isn't utilized properly.It is just used to bring out the feeling or atmosphere.Forming