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Chapter 336: What Kind of Combination is That?
“If you’re going to slap , now’s the ti.”
I closed my eyes.
But instead, Adeline’s hand gently caressed my cheek.
“!”
Adeline did not show any anger toward .
“Soone has once again recognized that you are a good man. That’s a good thing.”
I lowered my head.
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. I thought you were dead, and you didn’t know if I was alive or dead.”
“But you waited for . And yet, in less than half that ti, I—”
“What aning does that have? Karzan never took a lover after pushing away. It was because of fear.”
Adeline said.
“And now, Allenvert has gained the strength to challenge that mighty Dark King. Enough strength that he no longer needs to fear anything.”
Therefore.
“It was impossible then, and it is possible now. That’s all there is to it. If there is one unfortunate thing, it is only that our ti and our destinies have beco misaligned like this.”
“……”
Adeline’s eyes, as she spoke with resignation, were filled with sorrow.
“I’ll say it again, just being able to et you again in the form of a reincarnation is enough for to have no regrets.”
“The sa goes for .”
“So, you don’t need to wish for more. I can’t wish for more, either.”
I wiped away a tear.
“You’re crying again. You were always a man with more tears than one might think.”
Adeline wiped my eyes with her hand.
“The reason I lived a single life was also because I never t soone as good as you again. It’s a relief that at least you have found soone good. There’s no need for both of us to live alone, is there?”
“Was I a good person?”
“More than enough, to an undeserving degree.”
Adeline nodded.
“Karzan.”
Then, she said this.
“It’s alright if our connection doesn’t necessarily take the form of lovers. To confess honestly, the feelings of romantic love have also gently cooled over the long years.”
I knew these words were half-truth and half-lie.
Emotions are like a rock that is inevitably worn down by the waves of ti.
‘It may be worn down and eroded, but it never disappears.’
Therefore, if one were to put a na to the feeling left in Adeline’s heart now.
“……An endlessly deep longing.”
“Yes, that’s it.”
Adeline nodded.
“So now, I want to spend the rest of my life as a close friend, as a comrade from a past life.”
However, she asked.
“If your lady permits it, will you co to see from ti to ti?”
“……”
Was it really okay to do that?
“This makes feel like such scum.”
“You never had bad intentions, and you never tried to evade responsibility, so how could that be?”
Adeline smiled gently.
“If she is your true destiny, she will probably think the sa way I do.”
……My eyes reddened once more.
“I promise, Adeline. After everything is over, I want to co find you again and we can talk about everything.”
“It would be nice if Zamuel could join us then.”
A hint of moisture glistened in Adeline’s smile as well.
“……I was so happy and glad to see you. Now, go and finish your fight.”
“Farewell, Adeline,” I said.
“And we will et again.”
“I will be waiting for that day.”
At that, my heart finally grew calm.
Only then did I realize that this was sothing I had to resolve, an emotional knot in my heart that was hindering my fight.
In other words, no one could stop now.
‘……Dark King, just you wait.’
The ti had co to cut the long-entangled and twisted knot of the years.
***
Two more days passed.
Having settled matters with Siena and Adeline, I spent the remaining ti before the final departure with a sowhat relaxed heart.
“Allen, may I ask for a round?”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry if I’m taking up your ti.”
“After all the help you’ve given , Sister, that’s a ridiculous thing to say.”
In my spar with Ulbhild, I provided her with lessons in every way I could.
I received all of Ulbhild’s techniques, copied them exactly, and then demonstrated their counters to point out their minute flaws.
“……This is absurd. Does this kind of thing beco possible when there’s a gap in caliber?”
Next, I used Black Fla to counter Ulbhild’s Ice Arts.
“Finally, I will use only the sa level of power as you, Sister.”
“Please.”
Against Ulbhild’s unique style combining Ice Arts and swordsmanship, I showed her all the techniques I possessed.
“……To think there’s such a difference even at the sa caliber.”
After obtaining the vision of a 9th-tier transcendent, I was able to overwhelm a genius like Ulbhild without relying on superiority in power or a difference in caliber.
“I’d like to ask for a round next.”
“Of course, Brother.”
I had a fistfight with Knut.
I engaged Knut in a head-on power struggle, slipped out to land a counterattack, and then used the principles of grappling to repeatedly throw and trip him.
“Hmm. A complete defeat.”
Knut mulled over his loss without a trace of frustration.
“How can I beco stronger? With my current strength, I don’t think I can protect Eisenach again.”
His heart was already shouldering the great responsibility of a king.
“Brother, you rely too much on your own toughness and brute strength at tis. Against a stronger and tougher opponent, it would be best to try appropriately combining the principles of hard and soft.”
“Show a few more examples.”
Knut requested my teaching without clinging to things like pride.
“Very well.”
The Flowing Cloud Thunder Fist I learned is a good martial art, but it’s not a divine art that can produce a Fist King just by mastering it.
Therefore, upon the foundation of the Flowing Cloud Thunder Fist, I demonstrated a new martial art, re-established through my experience, insight, and caliber.
“……Does such a martial art exist?”
“I just made it.”
“Heh.”
“Now, when I manifest an intent, a corresponding martial art naturally follows.”
This wasn’t a boast or a joke.
“That’s so absurd it’s mind-boggling.”
Knut let out a soft laugh.
“I don’t know how strong the Dark King is, but is there truly an adversary in this world who can stand against you?”
“If he hasn’t crossed the wall, he’s going to get beaten to a pulp.”
Next, I played a ga of hide-and-seek with Ghir and taught him a lesson in the art of concealnt.
“……Hmm.”
Ghir’s review was this:
“At this point, can’t you just go over there alone, take the Dark King’s head, and co back?”
“Spoken like a true mber of an assassin clan. You can’t always try to take the easy way out in life.”
“Bullshit.”
Next, I also taught Rudgarda a thing or two.
“If you cross the wall like this, you too will one day be rembered as a Grandmaster of the Angantyr clan.”
“To think that taking the Young Lord’s hand was the best choice I could have made.”
“The sa goes for .”
After that, I quickly overhauled the ‘Karzan-style’ that Zamuel had polished to its limit.
“See? It’s easy to understand, right?”
“It is, but it also feels a bit empty.”
“What does?”
“I’ve been wondering for a long ti if there was a state beyond this, if I could develop any further.”
Even as he grumbled, Zamuel couldn’t hide his smile.
“You like it that much?”
“I do.”
“You’re a martial artist through and through.”
“Heh heh heh.”
It was because of this disposition that Zamuel had trained for long years and crossed the wall of the 7th-tier on his own.
“Boss, you must win so we can go see Adeline together.”
“Of course. You pick out a good bottle of wine.”
“Heh heh, sounds good. When it cos to wine, I’m better than you, Boss.”
Next, I called Zizek and Barclava and taught them a lesson.
“It’s a hassle, so both of you co at at once.”
“Wow, aren’t you looking down on us too much?”
“If you’re so salty, try touching a single hair on my head.”
“I think that might be a little difficult.”
“You gutless punk.”
“If I could touch the hair of a 9th-tier, I’d already be an 8th-tier, wouldn’t I?”
“That’s true. Not a chance.”
So I decided to add another handicap.
“This should do.”
I said, holding a single dinner knife.
“This makes it a little more advantageous for you, right?”
A vein popped on Barclava’s forehead.
“Zizek, let’s land at least one hit, no matter what.”
“Sounds good. If we still just get our asses kicked after this, we’re not n.”
“That’s a slightly dangerous thing to say.”
I dismantled Zizek and Barclava’s joint attack in the most leisurely way possible.
“Too slow.”
“Behind you.”
“Hmm, is this all?”
“How boring.”
After toying with the two of them several tis, my mouth moving faster than my sword.
“Aigoo!”
As Zizek collapsed from exhaustion, the lone Barclava unleashed his ultimate technique.
Swish!
The technique was extrely familiar.
“Don’t tell that’s the Like a Shadow, Swimming Sword? It’s as sloppy as a drunkard swinging a blade at thin air.”
I gently deflected the sword Barclava swung, then caught the blade between my index and middle fingers.
“!”
“Yoink.”
With a light flick of my wrist, Barclava was disard and let out a deep sigh.
“Wow, I can really feel the wall between us.”
“That’s the difference in our eye levels.”
“……”
Looking at the two with their devastated expressions, I asked with a straight face.
“And you still intend to follow ?”
The two answered imdiately.
“We want to go.”
“But if my skills are lacking, I understand there’s nothing to be done.”
“Is that so?”
But their blazing eyes seed full of the will to participate in the final battle, no matter what.
“Well, if I lose, it’s all over anyway, so I don’t mind if you follow.”
I said.
“By the way, little brother.”
“What?”
“How are things with Brother Verdzig these days? Have you made up?”
“……He said he was sorry for everything.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
“He’s really changed a lot.”
“It’s thanks to you, brother.”
Just how much had my existence changed the fate of this world?
‘But all those changes will co to an end if I lose to the Dark King.’
Could the Dark King be stronger than I am now?
It was hard to imagine, but the unexpected often happens in the world.
“Where are you going now?”
“I’m scheduled to spar with Lady Siena.”
“Ah, your sister-in-law? Have fun.”
“What?”
When I turned my head, Barclava was grinning.
“What? It’s true. Your future sister-in-law.”
To think I’d live to be teased by this punk.
“Young Lord!”
Just then, Jeffrey ca running from a distance.
“What is it?”
“His-His Grace the Duke is looking for you! You must co to the annex at once.”
“To the annex?”
With the 8th Prince’s cooperation, my father was staying in a separate villa, forgoing all formalities.
“Is it urgent?”
“Yes, two envoys have arrived.”
“Envoys from where?”
“Well—”
Jeffrey answered with a pale face.
“One is an envoy from the Emperor, and the other is from the Black Society.”
“Huh?”
What kind of combination is that?
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