Volume 3 Chapter 128-4 Quest： The Nameless Asura I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A shimmer—then nothing. The thread appeared for only a fraction of a second—too fast for the eye, but Kian felt it. A whisper in the air.
He twisted away just in time. The thread snapped past, snaring Linca’s severed foot and pulling it back like a puppet’s limb.
(Not yet… Time for the Secret Technique.)
”────! Kugh—!”
(Pursuit of the Shadow.)
A flash of movement.
Kian cut the troublesome ‘thread’ with his Windsong Blade, switching it to his left hand, and used Tear.
At the same time, he swung the Misty Magic Sword in his right hand in front of Linca.
Linca sensed his ki and rolled to the side to avoid it, moving sideways. She likely thought she couldn’t escape in time with short-distance teleportation.
And she was right.
Linca rolled out of the sword’s reach and lifted her face to judge the distance. A skilled swordsman never takes their eyes off their opponent.
She correctly assessed her position relative to Kian and planned to create distance with short-distance teleportation before he could swing again.
Without the second effect of the Misty Magic Sword, she could have retreated temporarily to calm herself.
”Ah!”
But too late.
A flash of cruel silver carved through the mist.
What appeared to be about 90 centimeters suddenly stretched by about 50 centimeters.
Completely caught off guard, even Linca couldn’t react──.
Linca’s left eye was deeply slashed and gouged.
”Aaaahh!”
It wasn’t a cute scream like “Kyaa” or “Hyaa.” It was a muffled, unimaginable sound from her mouth.
Ironically, that made it feel more vivid.
Linca reflexively clutched her eye.
As for Kian, he circled around her impaired vision, aiming for her left fingers.
The black glove exploded.
Her ring finger and little finger flew off.
”Aaaahhh, auaaahhh!”
”────”
Frantically, she attempted teleportation.
But it failed.
Blood pooled beneath her as Linca crawled across the cold stone floor, desperation fueling each trembling movement.
Kian’s blade found its mark—sliding between the cervical vertebrae with cold precision. Bone cracked, sinew tore, and the command line to her lower body snapped clean in two.
”──────! “
Her scream died in her throat—less sound, more a raw, ragged gasp of agony.
Without hesitation, Kian drove the Windsong Blade through the back of her right hand. It seemed ‘(penetration)’ was no longer active, and her white, beautiful hand was blown to pieces.
”Aaaah, aaaaah!”
”────”
He pierced her lungs.
”──────, ──────! “
”……”
Grabbing her black hair as she tried to escape, he stabbed her back three times, then tore out her hair.
He tossed her body onto the stone floor like trash and tore her uterus.
”Die.”
”────”
The beautiful face of the black-haired woman flew away.
It was a sad face, distorted with tears and blood.
Kian quietly stared at it and whispered,
”Jibril. ──Are you not going to restore her?”
* * *
’Of course, brother.’
”────”
As expected, Jibril’s voice echoed through the hallway, and Linca’s scattered flesh was restored as if time rewound.
He tried cutting her left leg as she was pulled in, but she was irresistibly drawn toward her neck.
(Linca used the phrase ‘Restoration Curse.’ I thought she would use it at least once if she was defeated.)
Kian jumped backward multiple times, creating distance from Linca again, then swung his sword.
Approaching during her regeneration is dangerous.
Kian himself had once used that to kill Natra.
Attacking uselessly during her regeneration, and if Linca’s ‘(penetration)’ pierced his heart, he would lose.
”U… Sir Jibril. Thank you.”
One second later, Linca had been revived to her original state.
The blood on her clothes remained as it was though.
Still, her recovery was perfect.
No wounds marred her skin, no blood seeped from her.
Kian, having revealed his hand with moves like Pursuit of the Shadow, is in a depleted state. In contrast, Linca is as she was before the fight began.
The advantage had shifted.
The same tactics won’t work twice, so from here, it’s a test of raw strength.
But—
”…..”
Linca, though in a fighting stance, casts a fearful glance at Kian.
The agony she felt earlier.
The relentless attack.
The chilling intensity of Kian’s emotions, amplified by his ‘glasses’.
She’s completely overwhelmed by it.
”What’s wrong?”
Kian slings the Misty Magic Sword over his shoulder.
”Scared of me? Azrael’s apostle.”
”…What are you—”
’Linca, you’ve figured out the effect of that magic sword, haven’t you?’
”…Yes.”
’Be careful.’
”Yes.”
”Jibril, no summoning this time?”
’Brother, you have destroyed the summoning doll.’
”I see. Too bad.”
Kian removes his ‘glasses’. The ferocious intent fades, and his usual calm returns.
”Linca, my apologies earlier. I’m not strong enough to face you head-on at your full power.”
”…….”
”But shall we continue? I’ll take your second arm while you’re distracted. Don’t take it personally.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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