Chapter 90: Raid (6)
Seogeok—
The air was split.
The sword tip in my hand cut through resistance, slicing flesh, and a hot sensation seeped into my fingertips.
Black blood splattered in all directions.
“This son of a bitch……!”
Curses burst from Gonta's mouth.
Dark red blood surged roughly from his neck.
The bursting blood soaked the surroundings, beginning to reveal the things Gonta had hidden.
The traps scattered on the floor, and even the wire lines hanging along the roof.
His blood was much thicker and stickier than normal.
Thanks to that, it was revealing the existence of hidden objects much more effectively than ordinary water droplets.
But even that was montary; soon the wound began to heal rapidly.
‘Was it shallow?’
I inflicted a wound about two finger joints deep on Gonta's Adam's apple.
Normally, it would be an injury leading to a fatal wound, but the opponent possessed regeneration ability.
It went beyond the level of reattaching severed body parts.
Tissues wriggled as if growing anew and began restoration.
Flesh creeping up and muscle fibers pulling each other to interlock, a rather disgusting sight.
“Stupid bastard! Do you even know what nonsense you are doing right now?”
Gonta, clutching his neck with his unsevered hand, shouted roughly.
“No matter how much you cut, it’s useless!”
A beast-like smile spread amidst his wheezing breath.
Before I knew it, a fully regenerated left arm was attached to his shoulder blade.
Cracked muscles on pale skin revealed in the air felt no healthiness at all.
An appearance closer to a corpse rather than being alive.
Fixing his gaze on , he lightly stroked his left arm and opened his mouth again.
“My body regenerates any wound. It’s not sothing a guy like you can do anything about. Understand?”
Showing off his regenerated hand as if telling
to look, Gonta sneered.
A despicable smile hung on his mouth as if expressing confidence.
“That is indeed a despairing fact.”
I raised my sword again and opened my mouth.
Actually, I know. That he is lying.
That he ‘regenerates’ is true.
As seen clearly by my eyes right now, Gonta's body regained its original form in an instant.
However, he told two lies.
That no matter how much I cut, it’s useless.
And that he regenerates any wound.
These two were not true.
He added bluff to the truth.
“Then let's test it.”
I straightened my posture.
Lowering my center of gravity, I carefully examined the surroundings.
Because if Gonta uses his spell, new objects becoming transparent will appear.
“Whether you won't die even if your neck is cut. And if you can really endure until the end.”
As I finished speaking, Gonta closed his mouth.
He seed to have felt it instinctively too.
That his bluff didn't work well.
Tension leaked into the air, and his eyes shone sharply.
And change began.
At first, they were minute things.
Dust, sawdust, old paint chips.
Fragnts rolling on the floor vibrated for a mont, then slowly rose.
The air shook.
Invisible ripples spread, and fine particles looked ‘cut off’ at regular intervals.
It was a sight as if dozens of lines drawn in the air were crossing.
And at that mont, a chilling sensation brushed along my spine.
That was the ‘signal’.
A signal of instinct inherent within .
Invisible lines were cutting the surrounding space.
At the sa ti, Gonta's both hands were moving busily.
Countless wires extending from his hands, those invisible tentacles touched dust and debris, creating calm waves.
Syuuk—
A steel wire tightening like a noose flew toward my right arm.
I reflexively pulled my body back and twisted.
The mont my body rotated, a line of air brushed the tip of my index finger.
Gonta's eyes narrowed in bewildernt for an instant.
Seeing a spot where dust was flying exceptionally strongly, I dug my toes into the ground, pushed, twisted my waist, and swung the sword horizontally.
A sharp steel wire grazed my wrist, causing blood droplets to form, but only for a mont.
Tuduk—
Soon, a sensation of sothing being cut was transmitted from the transparent empty air.
Wire lines fell to the floor consecutively, adding to the debris.
Followed by another vibration.
Dust in the air drew waves in a regular pattern.
I lowered my lower body and bent my upper body.
Jijik—!
A sound like an iron plate being scratched dug into my ears from behind my head.
Leaving the eerie sound tightening my breath behind, I continued to advance.
Gonta's body flinched, then he swung his arm wide.
“This damn bastard, where do you think you’re going!”
Simultaneously with his shout, the air twisted roughly.
Piit—!
Along with a sharp noise, sothing brushed by.
Stinging pain brushed my earlobe.
A dagger grazed my skin and stuck behind .
But that was rely a trick.
What Gonta really aid for was revealed right after that.
Violent vibration ringing the air was felt.
And the next mont, the roof floor burst out.
Below the wooden roof covering the exterior, even the hard skeleton was easily broken, exposing the inside of the building as is.
A powerful strike.
I could feel that power intact from the damaged traces.
Moving my gaze, sothing was gripped in Gonta's hand.
There was no form.
But looking at the angle the guy held the weapon, the rotation of his arm, and the phenonon that just happened, the answer was clear.
‘Whip?’
Then, the friction sound of tal interlocking spread.
In addition to that, the number of wires scattered on the surrounding floor was noticeably reduced.
I could know imdiately.
Where suddenly a huge and long whip could have appeared from.
He tangled and lumped the steel wires he was controlling, changing them into a thick whip.
An invisible weapon woven with layers of super-tal wires.
The air shook.
Dust exploded roughly following the trajectory of his swinging arm.
Hwiik—!
Paaang—!
The floor split and debris exploded.
The air burst and an explosion rang out.
The invisible whip was hitting all directions.
There was not even a consistent flow in the indiscriminately inflicted attacks.
The guy seed determined to destroy everything around him altogether.
While doing so, the bursting points were getting closer to .
Swaaek—
Barely dodging the rushing attacks by throwing my body, I thought.
‘If I get hit even once, it’s over.’
The guy who preferred quiet attacks switched to a rough but powerful direction.
Can I call this good news? Unknown.
What is certain is that I must dig in sohow.
The weapon called a whip has a clear limitation.
That it is an effective weapon only when distance is maintained.
The closer it gets, power isn't applied, and control is also difficult.
The problem is that he is driving ceaselessly.
There is no gap. No gap to dig in.
‘Should I use Shadow Chase?’
But I already used Shadow Chase twice.
Once when saving Spike Blue, once when approaching Gonta for the first ti.
My legs were already severely engraved with the recoil of the skill.
If I use it once more like this, what if my legs stop moving due to excessive recoil by any chance?
‘That’s the worst.’
The conclusion ca quickly.
Approach him without using skills if possible.
But how?
Teoeong—!
Kwaaang—!
Gonta destroying the surroundings as if gone berserk.
In such a situation, I recalled one possibility.
‘Where I was standing earlier…… was there.’
Kicking off the floor, I ran to the spot where I was standing before.
And ruminated on the ‘sound’ I heard before.
The sound of tal sticking with ‘Piit—’.
Rear left. Over there.
After inhaling shortly, I stepped back two steps.
Reaching out to that spot, ‘sothing’ caught in my hand in the empty air.
I could know by touch.
A transparent dagger.
A weapon Gonta personally gifted .
Teoeong—!
At the mont the whip hit right next to , I threw the dagger imdiately.
Syuhwak—!
Trajectory cutting the air.
The blade stretched toward Gonta in a straight line.
“Ugh!”
The mont the dagger stuck in his chest, Gonta twisted his head.
His arm shook half a beat.
That montary shake.
This was it.
The gap I was looking for.
I kicked off imdiately and dug into the guy.
“Euaaa!”
Gonta scread and quickly swung the whip horizontally.
But the obvious movent only made even invisible attacks readable.
Kicking off the floor, I threw my body into the air imdiately.
“Wha……!”
Gonta opening his eyes wide in surprise.
The guy's pupils shook hugely.
There were no longer any obstacles blocking between the guy and .
All that remained was to cut and pierce.
My sword stretched straight toward his neck.
“……Not a chance!”
Simultaneously with the shout, Gonta took a defensive stance.
Arms wrapped in chains began to protect his neck firmly.
But this was strictly a feint.
Neck.
Weakness of all living creatures.
No matter how excellent the regeneration is, if the neck is cut, it's over.
That’s why it was obvious he would try to protect it as a top priority.
Furthermore, the guy would plan to counterattack assuming I was aiming for his neck.
As expected, the guy protected his neck, and I twisted the sword's trajectory as is.
It was simple. Just twisting the wrist angle slightly.
The sword's trajectory headed downward as is.
Pubuk—!
A heavily digging sensation was transmitted to my fingertips.
Sword digging into the right abdon.
Putting weight on it as is and twisting.
Seogeok—
A rough sound spread.
“Kkeuaaaak!”
A scream burst out and Gonta's waist bent.
As the guy's posture collapsed, a gap in his neck was revealed.
I didn't hesitate.
After positioning myself firmly on the floor, I lowered my waist and thrust the sword upward.
Swish—!
The blade of the sword rushed accurately toward the neck.
“Keuheup!”
Gonta threw his head back and twisted his body.
Dduduk—
Joints bent at an abnormal angle, bursting with the sound of breaking bones.
Thanks to that, the guy could protect his neck.
However, another price followed.
The sword soared upward as is.
Brushing past the neck, it slid and cut the guy's face just like that.
Cutting the face ant cutting off the mask the guy was wearing.
Jiiik—!
White leather split open spreading a smooth sound.
And what was hidden underneath was revealed.
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