97 Episode 32. COSMOS' CORSE (8).

One step forward.

The distance was narrowed to match the movement of Jindo Dante. Then Dante takes another step and Jin takes another step. Two men who carefully explore each other's right to attack.

'I'm more nervous than I thought. In the next five steps, Dante's attack will begin...….’

What a shame!

Jean stopped walking unconsciously.

The intense intuition that Dante's attack would begin sooner than expected has stopped.

'Left? Right?'

The pupils of the eyes moved reflexively. To the left, to the right. And when you focus back on the center.

I couldn't see Dante.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And the familiar sound of wind that goes straight to the ear.

"Boom!"

It was the sound of the sword falling through the air. When the startled Jin raised Bradamante, Dante, who threw himself with the sword, was smiling.

Chaeng!

The shock delivered by the sword was considerable. It is almost as if there was an explosion near the blade.

But the heavy attack was clearly filled with sharp energy like a broken black-cock.

If the waist and lower body strength had been a little short, the posture would have collapsed right away. Chin, who sighed inwardly, calmly stepped on the prosthetic and pulled himself out to Dante's right.

"I threw it once, just in case. As expected, it doesn't work for you.”

I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm going to eat again? Instead of answering, Jean smiled awkwardly.

It's faster than I thought.…?’

The match almost ended in the first round. Dante's relaxed expression, while his back is chilling.

"This is about the same as Alisa's top speed. If it wasn't for more than 100 battles with him, I wouldn't have stopped this. What kind of search is this, crazy guy. You tried to finish it at once.'

It's true that I'm a little embarrassed, but I could feel that I've also grown up brilliantly.

also

'If this is Dante's top speed, there's still plenty of possibilities.’

I was convinced of that. Instead, the idea was that Dante would never win if he could attack at a higher speed.

This time, Jin is about to stretch out his sword.

Whoo-woo-ooh!

Dante's blade was covered with a darker aneurysm.

"If you can't press it fast, you'll have to do it by force."

The sea that I've been looking for!

There was no time to answer like that. It was because Dante began to stretch his sword again, and Jean was in a position to draw strength one beat late.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every time the sword and the sword collided, an explosion began to sound. It seemed to me that two huge blunt weapons, not an example, were mixed up.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Is this really a children's fight?”

The audience was filled with admiration. Everyone was expecting a great match, but they didn't know it would be this exciting from the beginning.

Veradin, in particular, clenched his fists, not knowing that his hands were in full swing.

At first, the camp was completely pushed out.

Jean who follows Dante's tempo, as soon as every second passes. When the workshop reached the 20th inning, the two seemed to fight equally.

'That was the top speed before!’

When I mixed the sword properly, I could be sure.

No matter how great a genius Dante was in the first place. It also made no sense to have more power and speed than a 19-year-old graduate of the Special Rental Group 2.

Then what should Jin do?

It's to hold out.

'Dante is building up his stamina only when he needs it. All I have to do is follow the tempo.’

Until Dante gets tired.

The plan prepared by Jean to defeat Dante was very simple. To put the only advantage of oneself that is better than Dante.

physical strength

'I felt it from the first time I visited my room. Dante has a pretty shocking skill, but he's a little weak.’

If Dante's stamina had been as good as his ability, he wouldn't have asked Jean for help in the first place during the night in the respective arena.

Although he is nineteen this year, he looks as if he is only thirteen or four years old. An exceptionally small body, incredible for a nineteen-year-old boy.

That was Dante's weakness. Lack of strength can be increased using Orser, but endurance was not an area to be done.

If your body doesn't follow you.

On the other hand, what about Jin?

The strong body of the Looncandel itself, the blessing itself. Not only strength, but endurance, immunity, and elasticity have far exceeded the commonly called 'mugol'.

Without Dante, Jean would have been able to survive all the nights in the arena until the winner's game began.

Not Dante.

'The key is how quickly Dante realizes. I'm stronger than myself.'

That Dante's physical strength is not good.

It is only by the standards of the Looncandelian Jin. He, too, has been sweating blood every day to overcome his inherent weakness, and the criminal has continued his training so intense that he dare not even imagine it.

So it was hard for Dante to think.

There is one thing that he is clearly lacking than the sixteen boys in front of him.

"You hold out well! If you have anything hidden, you'd better take it out in advance. From now on, I'm going to push you faster.”

"If you take out everything I've hidden, you'll be depressed, dude."

"That's a joke. I like that, too."

Shayak!

Dante's blade brushed past Jean's thigh. Though it was a minor wound, blood splashed for the first time, and Jean clenched her teeth.

It was a close call. Of course, a little deeper would have been a fatal wound.

'There is nothing we can do about giving away several minor injuries.’

The problem is that we should avoid fatal injuries every time. As the tempo went up one more time, Dante's physical strength was advanced, but the more wounds he got, the sooner he got tired.

Bleeding means losing your stamina.

'Until Dante is tired, on the other hand, it's hard for me to injure him.’

Still, he clenched his teeth in the belief that he could win if he succeeds in holding out. If this speed was maintained, Jin judged that Dante could never continue the fight for more than an hour.

'But the time will come for him to win, too.’

Dante is not a fool.

Although Dante is relaxed as he seems to be losing his energy. Such a skilled man could not have known Jean's plans to the end.

In the end, Dante has no choice but to take out at least one way to break his defense posture. The most important thing is to get through that one time safely.

Another scar on the shoulder.

Then he cut the back of his hand while blocking the bell, and at that moment he almost missed the sword.

When Jin tore his coat sleeve with his teeth and wrapped it around the back of his hand, Dante tilted his head as if something was wrong.

"It's done, leave it to the end!"

"A little more push, Paul Mick!"

By then, all the audience who bet on Dante stood up and screamed. They thought it was time to end, because Jean was helpless.

But Dante was realizing.

Judging that you have a physical advantage over me, you took the time on purpose. And now I know. You were an alias too...…!’

Jean Looncandel.

If not for Looncandel, Jean's body had a durability that Dante's common sense could hardly understand.

Even if you cut the back of your thighs, shoulders, and hands. If Qin had been the owner of a common body, his whole body had to be worn out by the shock waves that had already occurred during the mix of blackness.

When Dante only said Jin's real name by mouth, Jin smiled.

'Did you know that now?'

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo. ....

Jean was about to feel Dante's breathing became rough. Although the breath was not the same as the first time on Jindo Island, it was more relaxed than Dante.

"I think it's about time I hit you.”

With the enthusiasm and shouts of the audience filling the stadium.

This time Jean began to rush at Dante. Naturally, the audience, who bet money on Jin, had no choice but to stand up and shout.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

The moment Jean, who had crouched throughout the game and was only in a hurry to defend himself, suddenly began a counterattack, Dante began a comeback.

Where did it go wrong?

'Shame on you, you should have pushed it with all your might from the beginning!’

It didn't take much time to answer. Had it not been for prudence because of that "atmosphere" that I felt against Jin, Dante would have already won.

"So what was that sense of incompatibility? My whole body was signaling danger because I had a gut feeling it would be dangerous if I jumped at random.’

Dante is an area he will never realize for a while.

The intense sense of incompatibility that engulfed him, the two forces that Jean had sealed. It was about spirit and magic. Jean, who used them all, is by no means a match for Dante today.

For example, it was an instinctive fear of the "strong man."

Boom! Boom!

When Jean swung Bradamante hard enough to begin the pressure, Dante appeared to recede.

There's only one movement by Jin.

every day

A servant of will who practiced 10,000 times. Now you can swing 3,000 times like the first time.

'Gin Looncandel, monster. I don't know if you still have this much power......! Besides, how can such a simple sword be so heavy?"

Only the bell-bearer continued, but Dante could not escape from the camp easily.

Every time Bradamante falls, he feels weighed down by the wall, so he can't take steps to protect himself.

At this rate, he had to experience an unsightly defeat after striking the bell for a few minutes.

So I had to choose.

'Hairan's... ..Beggy.'

Do we have to spread it out?

Dante had already received several Bigi of the High Ran, compared to Jin, who had not yet received any of the family's decisive battlegrounds.

His tie, however, was able to turn the tide of the war at once, and even with his remaining strength, was not difficult to spread.

But the reason Dante was worried was no different.

'I don't want to kill you.’

Confidence that if you take out Biggie, you'll kill Jean.

That was making Dante hesitate. It's only been a few days since we've known each other, but to Dante, Jean has already become quite significant.

a lifesaver Enemy whom I have met in a long time. A huge mountain that Hai Lan should one day cross, the youngest son of Looncandel.

Or a friend.

While Dante's expression was distorted moment by moment in time in a complicated mind, Jean was looking right through his mind.

'You're hesitating because you don't want to kill me. Otherwise, it's normal to have a winning move earlier.’

Chuck.

Jean, who had gathered the sword of the first order, made eye contact with Dante.

And he said,

"I'm Jean Looncandel. So don't let it go, Dante Highlan."