CH 83

Chapter 83 Ten thousand leaves(3)

Translator: BaeBae Editor: BaeBae

Juan could no longer sit by and leave the situation to Swallen.

When he had asked her to guide him to his destination, he didn’t take into account that the situation would turn this bad.

“Get off.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure that I can protect you while I’m fighting. So, get off.”

Swallen thought about refuting but Juan didn’t wait idly. Just like what Swallen did to the mercenaries, Juan threw her out of the carriage.

As expected of an elf, Swallen comfortably landed with both feet on the ground.

Juan took the reign and sharply turned the direction. The Paladin’s followed suit, turning sharply to match the trajectory of the carriage.

The Paladins decided to ignore Swallen, unlike the mercenaries for she was too far away from the path they were giving chase. She soon disappeared into the red dust.

“Traitor!”

Beltre shouted loudly.

He took out the green flag that was strapped onto his back. The Paladins morphed into a convex shape as they approached the carriage.

Beltre swung his flag. Immediately, spears emitting a white light began to form in the hands of his knights and were used to rain down upon the carriage.

With a roar, the carriage was turned into tatters.

“Surround and stand by!”

The Paladins surrounded the carriage in a circular shape as the green flag was swung once more.

Then they waited for the red dust to die down.

‘Idiot.’

Marco went about cutting Juan’s body while ridiculing him. He was going to shed his skin for his arrogance and let him bleed and gradually die while being skinless.

Seeing the sunlight bouncing from the blade, to the people looking on, it looked like Juan had moved deeper into a giant grinder. It was a foregone conclusion that his body would be sliced up like a dry fish.

However Marco was feeling something different. That his swings weren’t connecting.

‘What?’

He was sure that his blade was cutting, stabbing, slicing Juan’s body. He was going to let him die due to blood loss but Juan’s silhouette was continually blurring past him.

As if he was cutting through a fog.

“Pointless tricks!”

Marco’s swings became faster. His eyes in full concentration, Juan ventured towards him. Marco didn’t like what he saw in Juan’s eyes.

Juan was still not using blink. However, sweat was starting to form on Marco’s forehead.

On the other hand, not a single drop of blood was on Juan. He wasn’t even sweating.

Like a ghost, like a fog, Juan was still dodging Marco’s attacks.

And then, with a loud clang!, Marco’s sword vibrated. Marco regathered himself after briefly flinching.

While irritated, Marco was confident that this brat couldn’t dodge forever. He on the other hand had the power of grace and the snake to keep using blink.

Not sure whether Juan knew this or not, he was continuing to clash his dagger against his sword.

In a blink of an eye, several swings clashed into each other. Sparks arose from two metal clanging against.

More and more, Marco was starting to feel nervous and frustrated. He briefly surveyed what he was seeing.

‘…………what? He’s getting even faster?’

A swing that had the power of blink behind it was lethal enough just due to the sheer speed.

But without even using blink, Juan was reading every trajectory and landing counter swings every so often.

His physicality, his equipment and to add to that, his grace. Marco was superior in every department.

And yet, Juan was putting Marco back against a wall.

Stabbing, slicing, striking, cutting. Juan’s disorderly pattern of attacks had a rhythm behind it. This pattern of attack which was hard to call this as swordsmanship, was getting faster.

Eventually Maro was on the defensive.

The sweat on his forehead was starting to form into droplets. There was no sign of him taking this easy anymore. He was struggling to even stop Juan’s attacks.

For a moment, Marco thought as if he was fighting an eighth armed monster in Juan. The fact that Marco who was using blink thought this, confirmed the fact that everyone else was also thinking the same thing or worse.

It was hard to see who was attacking and who was defending with a normal pair of eyes.

“Bloody…….tricks!”

Marco knew that he couldn’t hold on if things sped up any faster. He was beginning to doubt the reality of the situation. Does this bastard even tire?

Marco was an established Paladin knight that had grasped the power of blink.

He gave his life in overpowering with speed. It was hard to acknowledge the fact that his speed was lacking.

“Die!”

Biting his lips, Marco thrusted his sword vigorously. A desperate strike that had put his life on the line.

Juan’s eyes briefly flashed. And as if he’d waited for this moment, he drove the tip of his dagger at Marco’s sword.

Clang! Clink!

A sound hard to believe echoed throughout.