Volume 3 Chapter 125-4 The Wandering Straight Punch II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
However.
Now.
He remember his normal body from 3 months ago.
It’s like how you feel the morning after many days of sleepless searching.
Kian’s eyelids were being controlled by strong, natural urges.
”Ugh.”
(W-What…!?)
Looking dazed at his hands slipping from the tilted roof, he feel confused.
”Glasses” is saying something.
No good.
He cannot fall asleep.
If he sleeps here, everything will be truly over──.
”Guh, what the…!?”
Like Kian, Linca was staggering, pressing her temples.
She was holding onto the roof with her right hand, slipping down the slope.
Shura behind was showing signs of falling from the roof.
The other warrior monks around were kneeling one after another.
Only Jibril’s puppet was standing at the roof’s peak like nothing was happening.
”──Brother. That was a bad move, wasn’t it.”
”Wha…what…”
”If you use power that you do not understand, this is what happens. Now, shall I let you lose your consciousness?”
The puppet was sliding down toward him.
Kian was resisting sleep with a strong spirit trained through discipline.
The cursed sword was already gone from his hand.
”Glasses” somehow managed to retrieve it again──probably for no reason──and while thinking such pointless thoughts, he desperately clung to the roof, and rolled.
Maybe because the cursed sword disappeared, the sleepiness slowly faded away.
But on the side of Kian fleeing to the roof of the ancient temple’s corridor, Jibril’s puppet had already reached him. He mumbled something and reached out to Kian.
”Guh, u…!”
”Ah, at last I will get that body──”
”Kian! UOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
”────!”
A black gust of wind suddenly attacked from the side.
The loud sound like a bullet hitting echoed, and Kian saw the roof of the ancient temple explode. His sleepiness was blown away, and his body somehow regained function.
In front of him was the hero of East End, covered in armor from head to toe ── Rean.
”Stand up quickly! Run away!”
After saying that, Rean attacked Jibril’s puppet, the only one still standing without being hurt.
However, his foot was also slightly unsteady.
The black armor forced his muscles to stay tight, keeping him awake while charging towards the enemy.
Facing the berserker who didn’t think about the situation, Jibril mumbled a small curse.
”Unrefined… With this body, I cannot fully use my powers, but it can’t be helped.”
”Ooooh!”
”Linca! Wake up! You should be able to move now.”
”U…”
The black-haired beauty stood up with strong will.
Kian continued to move back, like rolling, toward the roof of the ancient temple corridor.
”Chase after elder brother.”
Avoiding Rean’s attack, Jibril sharply ordered while swinging Shamshir in counterattack.
Linca shook her head to get rid of sleepiness and started teleporting toward Kian, who was crawling away.
’Kian! Kian, pull yourself together!’
(Annoying, my mind is already clear. Still, this is no good. ──At this distance, I can’t escape from Linca.)
Since he was wearing glasses, his thoughts were very clear.
Kian, giving up halfway, rolled to a flat part of the roof to get away from Linca.
This flat part continued all the way to the exit of the ancient temple. Running straight through it would help him escape, but──Linca was already ten meters behind.
As expected, while Kian was thinking about using ‘Pursuit of the Shadow,’ Linca had circled around in front of him using 2 short-distance teleports.
”────”
Linca’s right hand, extended like a shadow, came mercilessly at him.
Kian twisted his body to dodge, but just when she teleported short distances, Linca moved with a leap and, with her arm close to his body, sharply tore out the nerve in his right shoulder.
”Ugh.”
He tried to protect his arm and move away.
Just as he was about to stand up with his back turned, an impact shot through both knees, causing Kian to stumble forward and roll.
”Haa, haa. …This is as far as it goes, Sir Kian.”
Linca said, breathing heavily.
Kian held himself up, raising the Windsong Blade in his left hand, somewhat unsteady.
”It seems that way.”
’K-Kian? What are you trying to do?’
”Sir Kian, please come with me.”
”Ah, that won’t be necessary.”
’Kian, stop!’
The screams from ‘Glasses’ were loud.
But Kian knew this was the best thing to do.
Kian knelt down and raised his left hand holding the Windsong Blade, as if to surrender.
Then, he quickly stabbed the magic sword into his own stomach.
”Eh…?”
He did it two more times.
Pulling it out and stabbing it in again.
Intense pain shot through his stomach, and a red stain spread, smelling like iron.
In front of Linca, who looked confused and couldn’t understand what was happening, Kian firmly pressed the blade of the magic sword against his own neck.
Kian’s fresh blood splattered onto Linca’s cheek as she failed to activate ‘(Penetration).’
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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