I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 14
Clang!
Heavy. That was my brief impression after parrying the sword of an unknown knight.
My attempt to resolve things through dialogue had been arrogant. It was thanks to Martis of the Armance count family being an even bigger scoundrel than I had imagined.
“It’s a fight!”
“Who’s fighting who?”
“They’re both outsiders! They look like knights!”
The residents of the slums flocked like clouds, drawn by the sound of metal clashing against metal. They seemed accustomed to life-or-death battles, as they were making excited comments.
“Attack him all at once! There’s no need to show knightly honor to a bastard like that!”
Perhaps Martis’s shout resonated with the knights.
Whoosh! Thud!
Fierce sword strikes flew at me one after another. Twisting my body to avoid the onslaught, I aimed my sword at an unorthodox angle. It was a decision made after a few straightforward attacks had missed their mark.
Swish!
“Ugh!”
One of the knights finally succumbed to my divine swordsmanship. The knight, who had suffered a long cut on his arm, staggered back a few steps and shouted confidently,
“That man hasn’t mastered mana!”
“Yes! He’s truly scum!”
At the knight’s shout, Martis burst into laughter.
“Everyone, use mana! You fool, you’ve dug your own grave!”
“….”
Woooong-!
A blue aura enveloped the knights’ swords. I didn’t need to ask to know that it was ‘mana.’
Wheeeeeeng!
Five swords imbued with mana charged towards me, filling the space.
At the same time, the trajectories of the swords, the flow of mana, the exertion of force, their footsteps, their follow-up movements, their breaths, the changes in their attacks, the heaviness, the paths of their sword withdrawals, and the gaps in space filled my mind chaotically.
‘…I see it!’
Between the spaces, I found a single opening and thrust my sword into it.
Slash!
“Gurk!”
Blood spurted from the neck of one of the knights. My aim wasn’t to behead his head. Although his head didn’t fall to the ground, he collapsed, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Thud!
“H-How? Someone who hasn’t even mastered mana…!”
The remaining knights exclaimed in shock.
However, despite the skill I had just displayed, I wasn’t in an advantageous situation either. Stamina was the problem again. I could clearly feel my sword strikes getting slower.
Swish!
“Kyaaaaaagh!”
Pierce! Clang!
‘Damn it!’
As I severed the arm of another knight, I barely managed to block an enemy attack. Once again, the impact that reverberated through my hand was more intense than I expected.
‘Prolonged combat is too dangerous.’
The reason was simple.
Aside from stamina being an issue, the mana the enemy was using was becoming a serious threat.
Mana, damn mana. I was overwhelming the knights with my technique, but to think the mere presence or absence of mana would have such a significant impact on the flow of battle.
“It’s a shame to see such radiant talent go to waste! Don’t blame us. This is our job!”
One of the knights in the lead shouted with a hint of regret in his voice. Martis, perhaps displeased with his sentiment, added crudely,
T h i s wa s c o pi e d f ro m k i n g m t l . o r g
“Your end is near! Die! I will kill you, Lancelot, and his mother, all of you miserably. Isn’t that a fitting punishment for someone who dares to defy those above them?”
“Shut up. It’s pathetic, seeing you blabbering away with nothing but your mouth.”
“Wha-What?!”
Step!
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I took a step back towards the alley wall and caught my breath.
One knight dead, another seriously injured. And three knights still radiating a murderous aura.
The situation wasn’t looking good. I had displayed a miraculous feat, fighting five alone and cutting down two, but the enemy was still standing. Being knights who had trained in mana, they displayed skills on a completely different level from the orcs.
“…Damn it.”
Squeeze!
I tightened my grip on the sword hilt. My stamina had already reached its limit. On the other hand, the enemy was persistently exploiting their numerical advantage. They had chosen a tactic of wearing me down instead of killing me outright.
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…What if, just what if.
‘Mana… if I had mana…’
Wouldn’t I have been certain of victory?
“This is the end!”
Wheeeeeeng!
The lead knight’s sword came down fiercely. I barely managed to parry the sword diagonally and felt a sense of deja vu.
‘It’s like a scene from (The Song of the Knight).’
It was at that moment that another sword flew at me. The sequential strikes, as if they were coordinated, were incredibly sharp.
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Blind spot!
“Ugh!”
I couldn’t avoid it and was struck on my shoulder. It was the same spot where I had been injured at the orc camp.
Swish! Clang!
I countered, swinging my sword in a cross pattern. But the knights skillfully deflected the attack.
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Wham!
“Kugh!”
At the same time, a fierce kick flew at me from the left.
Crash!
I rolled pathetically on the ground and immediately used my sword as a staff to get up. I couldn’t fall. I couldn’t die like this. What kind of a pathetic death would that be?
‘A sword wound on my shoulder and internal injuries.’
As I struggled to stand up, a mouthful of blood surged up my throat. It was a type of injury I had never experienced before.
“You scum. Kill yourself now. I will forgive you for your crimes!”
“Shut up, Maltese.”
“I-It’s not Maltese, it’s Martis, you basta-!”
Did I touch a nerve? Martis glared at me with a furious expression.
“There will be no more mercy! Kill him!”
Swoosh!
The swords of the Armance knights moved like living snakes. Lacking the confidence to kill me in a single strike, they were all aiming for my arms, thighs, and shoulders.
‘If only I had mana.’
Amidst the fierce and precarious exchange, I thought once again.
‘I could have cut them down.’
Flash!
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At the same time, something amazing happened. My vision blurred, even though the swords aiming for my life were right in front of me. The change happened in a matter of seconds.
A sense of deja vu, as if I had experienced this before, spread within me. A soft, chilling voice echoed in my ears like thunder.
‘Mana is not an energy you accumulate within yourself.’
Thump! Thump!
Rain began to fall from the sky. Raindrops falling on the bridge of my nose conveyed the voice.
‘Mana… It embraces you.’
T h is w as c o p i e d fro m ki n g m t l .o r g
That’s right.
I didn’t have a mana cultivation technique. In this world where cultivation techniques like Demonic Arts, Blood Arts, and Purity Arts¹ were abundant, learning any random mana cultivation technique would only lead to disaster. It was literally the shortest path to becoming a ‘trash character’.
But… Why?
In a brief moment, I realized a profound truth. Mana… Mana isn’t something you grasp. Mana already exists everywhere in this world.
‘It’s not about accumulating mana in my dantian… I… become the world that embraces mana.’
The basis was flimsy, but I understood it intellectually. That wasn’t how you used mana. Mana… Mana is like that. It was an unknown force that you couldn’t grasp or bind.
[(Trait: Sword God)]
[(Trait: Genius)]
[(Trait: Overlord)]
[(Trait: Great Nature)]
[(Trait: Dark Moon)]
[(Trait: Divine)]
[(Trait: Sharpness)]
[(Trait: Cold-Blooded)]
[(Trait: Calm)]
[(Trait: Fighting Spirit)]
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[(Trait: Mana Sensitivity)]
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Ptooey!
“C-Crazy!”
“…What in the world is this?”
A magnificent fountain of blood erupted from Frey’s mouth.
Not only that.
Blood was flowing from his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose.
“What’s happening right now?”
The knights, wary of the possibility that he might have released poison in that brief moment, hurriedly withdrew their swords. And they stepped back to observe the situation.
This was a man who had overwhelmed them with pure swordsmanship. It was impossible for him to start bleeding from his seven holes in his body just from a single kick!
Crackle! Sizzle!
“…?”
It was at that moment that a faint noise echoed through the area.
Bzzzt———!
“…Ha… Haha!”
“Ehehehehehehe!”
The knights who had been clashing swords with Frey suddenly burst into laughter. They knew exactly what this meant.
Mana. And the sound of a sword imbued with mana roaring. The perfectly formed mana was clamoring as if it was about to be unleashed.
“Sword Qi! It’s Sword Qi!”
“(Sword Qi Injures People)…”
One who embodies mana is called 1st rank. 2nd rank refers to one who can imbue their weapon with mana, and 3rd rank, one who can unleash that mana.
Then… What kind of realm was this man displaying right now?
“Just a moment ago, he had no mana, and now he’s wielding Sword Qi.”
It was an event that defied common sense.
The knights’ beards trembled.
“Legend… Myth… is being rewritten. Right here, a new sun is rising.”
“W-What are you doing? You guys! Kill him now! It’s your chance!”
The knights completely ignored the voice of Martis, who was yelling from behind. And like warriors facing a sacred battle, they gripped their swords and spoke.
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“Come! Unknown swordsman! We are the knights of Ruten!”
Crackle! Sizzle!
The surging black mana roared like a dragon.
Clank!
(Frey raised his sword. And he controlled the mana he had awakened. Dazzling mana erupted from Frey’s wounded sword. The people around him couldn’t believe their eyes. Sword Qi, Sword Qi! But it was different from ordinary Sword Qi. The Sword Qi Frey unleashed was a jet-black light, as dark as the enlightenment he had experienced.)
“…This is.”
Frey’s mouth, his eyes losing focus, slowly opened.
Swooooooooosh-!
As if responding to him, the sky unleashed a heavy downpour. The rain, falling on the poorly drained slums, rose to everyone’s ankles.
“My song.”
Crackle, sizzle! Kaaaaa-boom!
Energy exceeding its limit tore through space and surged forward.
Frey’s enemies, the knights, smiled and raised their swords. And they willingly threw themselves into the tsunami of swords.
…It was a mutual death.
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¹The korean text of the word ‘purity art’ is 동자공(Dongjagong), basically a tehnique that allows you to gather internal energy faster than any other methods, but the catch is the moments you have s*x, you lose all that energy and I’m not making it up, kinda like ‘if you’re still a virgin in your 30s, you can become a sage’ joke. You can learn more about it in here (https://en.namu.wiki/w/%EB%8F%99%EC%9E%90%EA%B3%B5). Let me know in the comment if you know the more appropriate word for Dongjagong, seriously it’s the first time i heard about that word.
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That’s so cool. And respect to those knights. Unlucky that they served a bad lord.