The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 137

The Crown Prince That Sells dicine Chapter 137

Episode 137 Reverse Blood Demonic Attack (2)

Creepy.

An unfamiliar feeling of sharpness.

Javilon felt creepy without even realizing it. why? I was puzzled at first. But I soon realized why.

‘this guy.’

…what.

A black-haired escort appeared before my eyes. The guy who had been holding up against him surprisingly well since before. Did the crown prince call him Damian?

But how did this guy block his sword this ti? A sword with an aura attached to it.

‘how?’

Nurous questions arose in my mind. It was natural. Damian, you can’t find any traces of Aurors on that guy’s sword.

It’s even a broken sword that’s cut in half. But he blocked his auror with that.

I feel like my common sense is being ruined.

The feeling of being denied the law.

‘How on earth?’

impossible.

Auras can only be blocked by Auras. You can confront it, you can confront it.

However, that guy deviated from that law and blocked this auror with a half-sword. Even then, he looks calmly without receiving any damage.

So I didn’t understand.

I kept getting an eerie feeling.

This was because the person lurking just a breath away in front of felt like a distant, unreachable being.

Javilon soon had to realize the true nature of his feelings.

It was… horror.

‘I? To this guy?’

I didn’t understand.

At the sa ti, he was angry. I thought it couldn’t be that way.

‘cheeky!’

Tsk!

His sword moved gliding. With the aura still shining brilliantly, he climbed onto Damian’s half-sword body. The target was Damian’s thumb holding the sword.

‘I’ll cut off your fingers first!’

It will cut off the thumb, split the wrist, and use the montum to cut diagonally through the armpit and the neck.

There will be no chance to stop or react. Of course it is. Because he is only an interdiate sword expert. On the other hand…

‘Because I am a sword master!’

…Whoop!

Javilon’s confident sword drew a fatal diagonal line. went up An eerie flash of light was emitted towards Damian’s thumb. And it bounced off.

Tsk tsk-!

“…!”

At that mont, Javilon saw. Just before his sword cut Damian’s thumb, Damian’s wrist reacted like a flash.

A very brief jerk. The sword blade was pushed out with great elasticity inside it. And then he threw his sword away! A sword loaded with aura!

‘What is this…’

Javilon’s eyes were filled with astonishnt. When the sword attack aid at the crown prince was blocked, I thought it was impossible.

But it was the second ti. I repeatedly blocked and bounced off auras with a sword without auras.

So it’s clear.

‘This guy is fighting against Aurors without Aurors?’

Twice is not a coincidence.

This is especially true in the world of competition.

Javilon was inwardly shocked, but quickly accepted the current situation. I stopped thinking about why.

For now, we just need to look at the results. This guy is blocking the Aurors without any Auras. That’s the only truth. You have to focus only on that fact.

It was from the mont I let go of distracting thoughts.

Javilon’s montum, which had been shaken for a while, has been stabilized. It beca ugly. He finally began to reveal his true value as a sword master.

…a cody.

Extrely refined movent.

Javilon’s large body, which was over 190 centiters tall, glided like a leopard. It was a step worthy of soone who had reached the pinnacle of a sword with all unnecessary elents removed.

The steps led the body, and the body summoned the sword. The body turned to where the sword was pointing, and there were steps where the body was pointing.

Thinking and swordsmanship occurred simultaneously. All movents flowed like water. A shower of auras poured down.

Scar ga ga ga gak-!

stabbed and cut

If I thought it would cut , I hit it. I was wondering if Furida was going to hit it, and I took it. I walked. I sliced it. It was split, slashed, struck, pulled and cut into two pieces.

Just one breath.

It was an amazing sequence that happened in a split second. When dealing with Rakiel earlier, he had not dared to show his fangs out of fear of killing the person who would relieve his headache, but now he freely showed them.

On the one hand, I was confident.

I won.

And I was shocked.

This is wrong.

Tukkeong-!

I heard a sound that should not have been heard. Countless successive attacks. It was the sound of all the shock waves created by being blocked at once compressed into a single mont.

I had to realize it at that mont.

“…!”

I’m stuck. I was so stuck. It didn’t cause any damage. I couldn’t even reach the tip of the auror, let alone the blade.

Javilon looked at his opponent with devastated eyes. Damian was there. He seed to have blocked all successive attacks with just one move.

All successive attacks were blocked with a simple movent of a half-cut sword, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

Still, there seed to be no damage.

Damien’s black eyes looking this way.

That inorganic feeling gave goosebumps.

‘how?’

I got confused. It was then.

“majesty. Shall I kill you?”

A cool voice.

Damian asked the crown prince standing behind him. The crown prince answered urgently.

“No, captured alive! For now, just lose!”

“All right.”

An unrealistic conversation took place right in front of my face. As I was listening, I stopped praying. But there was no ti to get angry.

Just before Javilon got angry, Damian looked back at Javilon. At that mont, the world flashed in Javilon’s vision.

…!

There was no sound.

There was no shock.

It was a mont when I felt sothing flashed.

“…Oof!”

Javilon felt a distant shock. I sensed sothing dangerous and reacted reflexively. Without realizing it, I defended the front with a sword encrusted with aura.

But it broke.

what?

‘My sword… was broken by an Auror’s blow?’

He lifted his dazed gaze.

Her body being pushed backwards by a strong shock. And tal fragnts flying in the air. The treasured sword he once cherished was shattered.

Dozens of pieces of scrap tal were scattered around.

The sa was true for Aurors. A brilliant, destructive fla that can only be ignited by a sword master who has achieved complete circulation of mana. glare. The evidence of such glory was crushed without a trace.

In one blow. Because he blocked a half-cut sword that wasn’t even loaded with auras. So vain.

‘Does this… make sense?’

Cough!

Javilon, which was pushed over 10 ters, barely managed to avoid falling. But that was all, only the handle of his treasured sword remained.

With just one hit, all the muscles and ligants in my forearm stretched. All I could do was barely grasp the sword handle. The pain was intense and I had no strength.

The sa was true for my waist and lower body. My legs were shaking just by standing there.

‘Crazy… crazy!’

It was a nightmare like a lie.

I couldn’t believe it.

It was natural.

He was just a sword master. I didn’t know anything about the novel Demon Sword Emperor’s Reversa’s mind thod or its most vicious and fraudulent characteristic, ‘Ha Geuk-sang’.

So I had no choice but to suffer.

In front of Reversa’s Mindblast, which unleashed the first roar of Mana Reversion, in front of Damian’s montum, which erupts for the first ti with unprecedented power, in front of the cold reality that Damian’s ‘low-end’ characteristics unconditionally exert a level of power that is one level higher than that of his opponent. I just had to feel helpless.

But Javilon was Javilon.

‘But… don’t think this is everything to !’

Javilon gritted his teeth.

He was a sword master. Becoming a master wasn’t just about being good at using a sword. It was a level that could only be achieved by reaching the pinnacle of mana managent and techniques.

Of course, so did he.

Javilon also had his own specialized mana managent thod, separate from his sword handling techniques. Also, there was a secret weapon that ca from the characteristics of the mind.

“…Ugh!”

Kwaang-!

Javilon, who had barely found his balance and stumbled, kicked the ground. I didn’t even care about the pain of my damaged muscles.

I threw away the treasured sword with only the handle remaining. Rushed. Toward Damien. I stretched out my bare hand.

Does it look like they’re just running around at random?

The struggle of being judged and judged?

It wasn’t.

He clearly had sothing to aim for.

‘With these hands… if I just grab it once!’

do.

Then you win.

The current unfavorable situation can be completely overturned. You can kill your opponent. Javilon was sure. On the other hand, he thought of his secret weapon.

Your secret weapon.

The final draw.

It was a technique to compare the pure amount of mana that was fundantally contained in one’s body with that of the opponent. It was a technique of colliding mana while holding onto the opponent’s body.

then?

Each person’s pure mana collides and is consud. An extre war of attrition unfolds. At the end, the blood vein of the side whose pure mana is exhausted first is destroyed.

And Javilon was confident in that type of war of attrition. The reason was simple.

This was because the pure mana of a person’s body was unconditionally proportional to the size of the body.

‘That’s why it’s pure mana. ‘Pure mana that the body basically contains as it is born and grows, not amplified or increased by any ntal thod!’

In other words, the amount of pure mana was proportional to the size of the body.

But what about yourself?

He was over 190 tall. He also has the physique to match. He rarely t anyone with a body larger than his own.

So it was.

Javilon was confident in the final draw. Under any conditions, this is the way to finish off soone smaller than you. Damian in front of is also like that.

I stretched out my hand, confident.

‘Gotcha!’

Widely spread hands.

Damian didn’t look at all wary of those bare hands. You probably can’t even guess the final secret of this side.

The hands got closer. It stretched out just before catching it. The desire for victory blood in Javilon’s eyes.

But it was that mont.

“Whoa whoa stop!”

“…!”

A voice ca in from nowhere. The crown prince ca between himself and Damian.

Just before grabbing Damien, he stuck out his arm. Instead of Damian, I was caught in their hands.

Javilon’s eyes widened.

“Now… what?”

I was startled and hurriedly tried to retract my hands. But things didn’t go as planned. Before I knew it, the crown prince’s hand reached out and grabbed my wrist.

Normally I would have been able to easily shake it off, but not now.

It was difficult to exert strength due to damaged ligants and muscles. I couldn’t shake off the crown prince’s slender grip!

“That ugh!” “What are you doing now?”

Javilon shouted in urgency.

He was already activating the final secret technique of the Mind Law. It was a secret technique that could not be stopped once activated.

But what if they keep holding on to the crown prince like this? You will unintentionally kill the crown prince. I didn’t like that. It wasn’t what I wanted.

“Do you think you know what I’m going to do!”

I shouted out of urgency.

The crown prince responded calmly.

“huh.”

“…what?”

“I know.”

“Are you really going to sacrifice yourself in place of your bodyguard?”

I couldn’t believe it. The fact that the crown prince knew his secret sounded like a bluff. But looking at his actions, it seed like he really knew.

Prince, I wondered if this man was sane. What an unexpected sacrifice. I didn’t understand.

“Why do you choose to die like this?”

I tried to ask. However, the crown prince’s answer cut off the conversation.

“Sacrifice is bullshit.”

“what?”

“It’s not a sacrifice, it’s an attempt to crush you.”

“what…?”

I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know what you’re trying to do.

Why is the crown prince smiling so aningfully? I wonder why he suddenly shoves a red sunflower seed into his mouth and chews it while smiling even wider.

I don’t know anything.

… was the mont Javilon thought.

Towaang-!

“…!”

Javilon, who was confident in his physique of over 190 centiters, tried to use a secret technique that maximized his physique advantage, but ended up in a situation where he suddenly joined hands with Rakiel, who was a whopping 600 centiters taller than him.