The World Does Not Exist for ■■ - Chapter 673
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EP.673 The Way It Ought To Be (9)
Dawn was calm. I was so used to being mistaken for someone, especially being mistaken for a communist.
So he stretched out the hand holding the armament serum and asked carefully.
“I am neither a madam nor a bomb prepared by communists. “They say my name is over a thousand people.”
“… .”
“To the person who came, Jose Aguinaldo… Is that correct?”
Jose didn’t answer. He looked her up and down, playing with the end of his long mustache. And when the cold night air filled the space between them, he asked:
“You’re calm. “Did you already know I was coming?”
“No, it’s just that I’m used to situations like this.”
“Familiar?”
“I was constantly misunderstood as a communist. Welcoming a night guest without notice… “Everything.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jose Aguinaldo’s head tilted.
Dawn could not read anything in his deep eyes. She couldn’t even properly feel the mana in her body. It felt as if she was encountering a wax doll rather than a person.
But there was no panic. Because there was a margrave in the same building, and more than anything, I was confident.
I am confident that even if the person in front of me is the real Jose, I will not be easily defeated.
So, Dawn was able to ask confidently.
“Let me ask you one more question. Jose Aguinaldo. “Is that you?”
Was it a bold question? Jose laughed. He said, taking his hand away from his mustache.
“You seem to have had an impressive life. “Well, if it weren’t for that, there’s no way he would have looked at me like that when he came to me.”
a look? What do you think of my eyes? The moment Dawn thought that.
Behind him, the moonlight illuminated Jose’s eyes. And the eyes of Dawn herself reflected in his eyes… She was full of winning spirit.
Like all those who put in power, their eyes want to test that power.
“… .”
While Dawn herself was surprised to see those eyes, Jose stiffly straightened his head again and said.
“I am the real Jose Aguinaldo.”
“… .”
“Do you want to join me? Junior.”
The moonlight that filled the space between them slowly left, and night came again. However, the eyes of the two people reflected each other more clearly. Dawn decided to be honest.
“I ask for your guidance.”
Following Jose’s gentle smile, Dawn strengthened the hand holding the armed serum. The moment when the mana of the two people fluctuated and the cool night shimmered.
Time has stopped.
Dawn’s eyes became dark. The darkness of the night covered the two, and only the faint outline created by the moonlight remained. At least that was how Dawn felt.
Is it a trance? No, this was an illusion created by the brain.
A fight between those who can read the movements of muscles and joints, breathing, and even a single strand of mana. Just like expert players who decide the winner before they even draw their swords, a fleeting illusion created by each other endlessly reading each other’s moves.
Jose also faced that illusion. He remembered that her dawn would be the age at which she would appear at the Olympia, and she was convinced. Because age doesn’t matter when it comes to strength.
He followed Dawn’s outline with colder eyes. The moonlight danced in a moment engulfed in darkness. The number of ways you can wield the armored serum, the number of ways you can use mana, and the number of ways you can kill him.
Amidst all the possibilities, Jose reached out. Dawn responded with a sword. Innumerable sword techniques, including elf, imperial knight, and American military swords, became countless outlines and stretched out toward Jose’s hand.
Jose didn’t care and silently held out his hand. His hand was not clenched into a fist, or at least not even a hand blade, but was held lightly.
As soon as the two outlines met, Dawn realized that what she held in her hands was an incredible martial art. grasp! The outlines created by swordsmanship and the outlines created by hands began to intertwine and disperse.
Proof that his sword skills cannot block Jose’s fist.
The next moment, the outline that started from Dawn’s feet was added to the sword. Non-gakju. Power was added along with the speed, but Jose also matched his speed as if he had been waiting.
A mobility technique equivalent to secret magic.
Dawn didn’t worry and just carried out the volcanic eruption. Jose still stretched out his hand. The explosion and fist collided to punish the Earth. No, his hand caught the explosion. It was a different martial art than the one he practiced a moment ago.
!
Countless threads of moonlight fluttered and filled the room. If it were real, it had the power to blow up the entire hallway. Dawn didn’t stop there, but made a blade with her free hand and swung it.
Lines as soft as the wind carrying flower seeds, or like rain falling on dry land. It was the hypocrisy and arrogance that the Golden Clan left behind.
At about that time, Jose also moved his left hand. A hand with the index and middle fingers raised, not a fist. It was an inspection site.
Is it really swordsmanship? Dawn’s prediction was correct. Along the sword blade that moves as lightly as a feather, the outlines of countless sword techniques that are comparable to those of the dawn just a moment ago bloomed.
Each and every sword move is enough to cut off a limb.
All Dawn could recognize was the swordsmanship of the Imperial Knights. Jose’s sword blades all showed different sword techniques. No, it went beyond swordsmanship and stabbed like a spear, struck like a hammer, and shot out mana like a gun.
Dawn, who started off on the offensive, quickly found herself on the defensive. Martial arts are pouring in faster than the ability to destroy martial arts at a glance.
Some of them were earth-style military martial arts that only sought to kill, while others were classical martial arts that must have belonged to the nobility.
How can one person practice so many martial arts?
Dawn once again admired Jose’s strength. It was the same when fighting Alpha One, but those in the top 10 were always beyond his imagination. Her lips were dry, and her veins that were squeezing out her mana were tingling, but her desire to win increased even more.
And with that desire to win, my desire burned. The desire to win, the desire to see more.
Jose responded to that desire. The outlines he spreads are now enough to push out the surrounding darkness. Dawn’s outline also increased explosively along with him.
And at some point, the outlines the two were giving off began to change.
Jose’s outline gradually increased in volume. Now it had crossed the line and occupied one side. An overwhelming number, as if dozens or even hundreds of people were practicing martial arts at the same time.
In comparison, Dawn’s outline has shrunk to a strange extent. Recover martial arts that don’t work and save wasted mana… look for The single strongest trajectory.
But Jose didn’t give him enough time. Thrusting, cutting, swinging, firing, pulling – the countless martial arts he performed suddenly became as wide as the palm of the Buddha that was pressing down on Son Wukong.
It was only then that Dawn acknowledged that the other person was the real Jose. If she wasn’t a top 10, how could just one human learn so many martial arts? How can one body contain the same diversity as hundreds of superhumans?
But the round of 10 was the round of 10, and a fight was a fight. Aside from her admiration, Dawn tried her best to find a breakthrough. The most perfect single strike, not the fastest nor the strongest, but the only path that can pierce those countless martial arts.
However, Dawn’s outlines could not be merged into one in the end. This was because the volcanic eruption, hypocrisy and arrogance, the warrior’s martial arts, and true intentions were not unified and unfolded in their own outlines. It was proof that he could not master these martial arts.
It’s still not enough.
Regardless of that thought, Jose’s offensive was now just around the corner. He no longer had time to prepare anything. Dawn swung the only four pieces of her martial arts that remained.
There was no sound, no aftereffects, or even a violent crash.
The two people, who had escaped the realm of the moment, looked at each other blankly. Dawn, who returned to her reality, was still holding the sword she had swung, and Jose was also frozen in an outstretched position with her hand.
To someone who did not see the split-second, it would appear as if the two people were looking at each other and then suddenly exchanged attacks so fast that they were invisible to the eye.
A short silence.
Jose laughed in that silence.
“That’s impressive.”
That was the end. A small solid line appeared on Jose’s neck – and then his neck fell off. Of course, he was not safe just because it was dawn. Phew! The woman’s shoulder, where Jose’s hand had been aimed, was cut off entirely, and her arm fell to the ground.
“… .”
It wasn’t a victory. At least, Dawn was sure of that. Because mana powder instead of blood flowed from Jose’s severed neck? No, no.
It’s because I realized it too late.
Why did Jose feel like a doll, and why couldn’t I feel the momentum that was unique to the Top 10?
“… “Self-immolation.”
It was similar to, but different from, his alter ego. If the invincible alter ego is an automatic robot made from mana, then this is… Should we say that it is close to a cloned human?
There was no need to say which alter ego was more threatening. Jose’s alter ego. Unlike the self-immolation, which was almost a bonus in the first place, Jose’s self-immolation was clearly the purpose of the self-immolation itself.
Of course, this was just an expectation. but… As if to prove that expectation, applause was soon heard from across the dark hallway.
Clap clap clap-
In the darkness, an intact Jose walked toward him, clapping his hands.
“It was a very caring alter ego, but I never thought I would get hit by a single blow… He was already quite a strong man. “He feels embarrassed to be called junior.”
“… .”
Dawn picked up the severed arm, placed it on her shoulder, and looked over Jose’s body. It looks exactly like her decapitated self just moments ago… That too is an alter ego.
“A split second… “You were testing me.”
“You were the one who asked me to fight first.”
“… .”
“Between superhumans, a fist fight speaks more powerful truth than a thousand words. Didn’t you think that way too? “I guess I didn’t just take on the challenge because I wanted to fight against the top 10.”
That was right. And even now, Dawn’s desire to win has not diminished at all. Her hands and feet were itching to put to use what she had learned from self-immolation earlier.
Jose’s alter ego also seemed to sense this feeling and raised his hand with a subdued expression.
“Once more?”
Instead of answering, Dawn showed off her unrivaled martial arts skills.
Cheondomuchin, bier seonin.
Mana accumulated as martial arts swept like the wind, and a clone that looked exactly like him appeared next to Dawn.
However, it was a little different from the pure, all-powerful alter ego. It was true intention, but it was because it contained the enlightenment gained from beheading Jose’s self-immolation a little while ago.
So, this was Yeo Myeong-man’s alter ego, a mixture of the self-imposed self-immolation and Jose’s self-immolation.
“… oh.”
Did you recognize that fact? Jose’s eyes sparkled with interest.
There was no need for conversation. The distance gradually narrows, and the two people once again share a fleeting moment –
I couldn’t go in.
It was because of the voice that came from behind Jose’s self-immolation.
“stop. Jose. “What are you doing in someone else’s house at this time of night?”
Margrave. He approached without even making a sound and stopped the two people’s movements with just one word.
“… .”
While Dawn quietly removed the self-immolation and pushed away the blood pooled on the floor with her shoe, Jose spread his arms wide and hugged the Margrave.
“Long time no see. senior.”
“… “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Did you know each other? Regardless of Yeomyeong’s doubts, Jose, who ended the hug, pointed to Yeomyeong and asked.
“What is your relationship with that friend, your senior?”
“… “I can’t tell you.”
“Hmm… “So you’re not your enemy?”
“That much is certain. “I swear by my name.”
The conversation about dawn ended there. Just as the Margrave had promised, Jose stopped paying attention to Dawn. As if there was nothing more to discuss.
The Margrave glanced at Dawn and then spoke.
“Jose. So, what is the reason for your sudden visit?”
“Ah, I’m late with my explanation. “Senior, you need to evacuate immediately.”
“… .”
Avoid yourself? suddenly? Unlike Dawn, whose eyebrows were twitching, the Margrave had an expression that said something was coming.
“How far did it move? “Is it the United Nations?”
“This is America.”
“… .”
“France and some other countries are also starting to move together. Auguste and Alpha One left without permission… It is clear that Browning and Seonggeom are moving. “Those two are soldiers, right?”
“… .”
“And we also received requests for support. My body is also preparing for war. senior. Do you understand? “This is a war to deal with one senior.”
War. The Margrave’s expression became gloomy when he heard those words. Dawn, who had been quietly listening, intervened.
“War? What did the Margrave do to start a war? “The Margrave did nothing except save the saints.”
It was a foolish question. Instead of saying, “This is not a conversation for someone like you,” Jose answered calmly.
“I don’t know how much you know about your senior… “This is a preventive war.”
“Preventive war? What to prevent-”
“-A war to prevent the senior from gaining public opinion centering on the church, becoming a hero of the Asha people, and fighting against the Earth.”
“… .”
Although the story of the empire was not told, the dawn was known. This war is something that even the royal family wants.
As a Margrave, he held on to another warrior’s bloodline as a duty, but the Margrave no longer has any obligations. A noble without fiefdom is not a noble, and duties belong only to nobles.
As Dawn swallowed her hatred towards the royal family, Jose added:
“Don’t tell me that you are not the type of person to do that. Because I know that too. but… “No international relations are based on good intentions.”
“… “You can at least try to persuade me, right?”
Then Jose’s expression became strange.
“My junior is much more than I expected… He is a just person. But junior. How can you persuade me? “We massacred our predecessor’s people and stole his territory, but let’s get along now?”
“… .”
Oh, that’s right. Earth cannot persuade the Margrave. Because of the evil deeds they have committed.
At the same time as Dawn realized the disgusting truth she had been ignoring, the Margrave spoke in a heavy voice.
“Jose, what can I do?”
“Go back to the Wax Mountains. I will take you wherever you go. “Right now, I’m clearing the way for 300 of my clones.”
“… “Will that be enough?”
“enough… I don’t know, but I’ll end it here. “If my senior’s concessions like this weren’t going to stop me, I wouldn’t have left the mountain range that day.”
It is clear that there is some kind of relationship between the two. The margrave did not worry. He said, looking at Dawn with an expression that shook off something.
“good. Then let’s go back. “How long can I go back?”
“You must leave before dawn.”
“… good. Get ready. Oh, and… “Could you please leave for a moment?”
Jose, like the Margrave, looked at the dawn, then nodded. He disappeared down the dark hallway without saying a word.
Jerk, jerk. Immediately after the sound of his footsteps faded away. Baek Chang approached Yeo Myeong and placed his hand on her shoulder.
And before he could open his mouth, Dawn spoke first.
“father.”