Chapter 195

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

Chapter 195: Black Rain (1)

Idiot.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t an incorrect expression.

Because both of Jeong Yeongwoo’s legs had yet to regenerate.

Unable to even walk properly, let alone stand up, he was clearly an idiot.

Moreover.

“Ugh…”

Gently touching his face that had been slammed onto the asphalt ground made for a ridiculous sight.

What kind of person worthy of the title “Strongest Sword” would be so dramatic about such injuries?

“What the hell are you doing…?”

The Gyeonggi Strongest Sword, with an incredulous expression, looked at the Joseon’s Strongest Sword in front of him.

Of course, this attitude stemmed from not knowing anything about the opponent’s background.

For Yeongwoo, injuries usually started with limbs being cut off.

So, in fact, rather than touching his face because it hurt, Yeongwoo was closer to pondering the vague pain he rarely felt.

“Oh, I forgot I don’t have feet.”

As Yeongwoo, who had been lying on the ground, lifted his upper body and sat down, the pattern of a Dogo’s wedge wrapped around his right forearm in the tattoo “White Space” came and then disappeared.

This was also one of the signals that Jeong Yeongwoo was a dangerous individual, but the sword of Gyeonggi, lacking insight, did not notice.

His gaze was simply on…

“….”

The golden sword floating in the air, the sturdy black iron horse, and the two alien creatures rushing back and forth between them were all chaotic.

– Keii…!

– Babat!

The Golden Goblin Artifact Slave and the Artifact Slave, Pofu Tenta and Negwig the Iron Horse.

“What are those?”

The Strongest Sword of Gyeonggi dared to point his sword alternately at Yeongwoo’s two slaves.

Swiftly.

In response, Yeongwoo also pointed to the opponent with the mythical weapon “Bastard”.

“Do you have equipment that becomes stronger the shorter you speak? Why do you keep doing that?”

At this, the Strongest Sword of Gyeonggi hesitated for a moment, unable to find a counterargument, and wrinkled his nose.

“Well… since we’re going to fight anyway, is there a need to be polite?”

“There’s no need not to be polite on purpose. I didn’t ask you to greet me properly.”

As Yeongwoo spoke like this, he glanced briefly at the “Golden Trail” still lying dormant.

“I know what you mean. Just a few days ago, I killed quite a few people collecting titles.”

Of course, there had been no unilateral attacks, but… he had never avoided a fight either.

It was unintentional and deliberate murder.

“But now it’s different… now I know how precious people are.”

“…What?”

“If you’re the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword, you’ve unified at least three regions, right? So, if you die, won’t there be a gap in security?”

“…Well, if I die, that might happen.”

“So what’s your point? I’ll let the informality slide, so while I’m still speaking kindly, keep your voice in check and leave.”

For a moment, the veteran Strongest Sword’s aura emanated from Yeongwoo’s eyes.

“….!”

In response, the Strongest Sword of Gyeonggi twitched involuntarily, but soon regained his composure and chuckled.

“Well, I’m sure it must have been easy at one time, but isn’t that why you’re a cripple now?”

He had known from the beginning that the opponent’s title and equipment were impressive.

However, he never thought he would lose to someone who couldn’t even walk.

Confidence in oneself.

And pride.

That was the characteristic of the Strongest Sword of a large region.

Yeongwoo hadn’t even attended Seoul’s Strongest Sword gathering during his time as the Strongest Sword of Gyeongbuk.

It was to challenge the reputed Strongest Sword of Gangnam in Seoul.

Therefore, Yeongwoo knew well that you could only find out who was truly stronger by fighting.

But.

“No.”

“…What?”

“Today, you’ve chosen the wrong opponent. I’m not just a cripple.”

“Heh.”

Before Yeongwoo’s words, the Strongest Sword of Gyeonggi tried to laugh again, but…

Hwa-ah-at!

Due to Yeongwoo’s display of power, he could no longer laugh.

“Kugh…!”

It was because his heart suddenly felt as if it were being squeezed tightly.

“I have one obsession because I was born a lowly human. That’s… whoever tries to kill me…”

While using his authority, as Yeongwoo uttered his lines with glowing eyes, something incredible happened.

“Absolutely nothing, you bastard!”

Faaah!

The problematic Strongest Sword of Gyeonggi had released Yeongwoo’s authority.

“What…?”

In the face of the unexpected development, Yeongwoo widened his eyes.

The opponent was indeed a rascal, daring to attack despite seeing both his title and equipment.

With a thud!

Thanks to withstanding the authority of the Joseon’s Strongest Sword, the Strongest Sword of Gyeonggi’s momentum increased even more as he turned and rushed towards Yeongwoo.

“This stupid bastard.”

Yeongwoo also realized that things could not be undone and was about to extend Bastard, but then changed his mind and plucked out his Dragon’s Legacy like lightning.

Shhwat, kaang!

In the blink of an eye, the blades of the two strongest swords clashed in mid-air.

「Sensory values have temporarily increased from the original 3,300 to 4,376.」

Yeongwoo’s gaze could clearly see the relatively mediocre sensory values of the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword, and conversely, the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword…

“Insane.”

As befitting a Strongest Sword of a large region, he realized the opponent’s true strength during their first exchange, and his expression crumbled.

“How did this happen…?”

[PR/N: He’s the strongest cripple of joseon bro 😂]

Even the strength to withstand the opponent’s force pushing the sword away was faltering in the right hand of the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword.

In the meantime, the Dragon’s Legacy, which came into contact with his blade, was glowing red.

The challenger’s innate grade wasn’t particularly high either.

And Yeongwoo, seeing this, asked through the crossed blades.

“Where is your jurisdiction?”

“What?”

The Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword, who was unknowingly making a foolish expression, belatedly recalled…

―I have one obsession because I was born a lowly human. That’s… whoever tries to kill me…

What the man in front of him couldn’t finish saying a moment ago.

“Ah.”

Absolutely, he wouldn’t spare anyone.

This Joseon’s Strongest Sword never let his opponents live once a fight began.

And…

‘I’m fucked.’

Finally understanding the situation properly, the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword opened his mouth wide.

Then…

“I, I made a mistake…”

Instinctively, he started begging for mercy.

It was as if he couldn’t even attempt a second round.

But it was already after Yeongwoo’s gaze had turned icy.

“That’s already in the past. More importantly, where is your jurisdiction? I should atleast save the people of that area.”

Yeongwoo pronounced a diplomatic death sentence.

Upon hearing this, the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword, who was facing Yeongwoo, let go of his sword and hastily stepped back.

While a direct confrontation was impossible, he still thought he could escape.

However…

Thwong.

As he tried to retreat, his body was abruptly blocked by a solid metal object.

“…?”

Surprised, the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword turned around, only to see a golden sword, nearly two meters long, blocking his path.

-Weeeeing…

If just moments ago it seemed like a mere interesting weapon, now the golden sword felt eerily ominous.

“Sa… Save…”

At that moment, as the Gyeonggi’s Strongest Sword began to beg for his life again, the silhouette of the Joseon’s Strongest Sword was reflected on the surface of the golden sword he was looking at.

“Ah…!”

It was clear to anyone.

Ssuaeaeeaet!

While kneeling, the figure was swinging the sword.

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[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

At the same time, in Imjingak Peace Nuri Park in Paju, Gyeonggi Province.

Jo Seongsik, Yeoncheon’s Strongest Sword, was smoking a cigarette while watching the windmills lined up on the hill spinning around.

“Sigh.”

Despite his relaxed expression after finally feeling some leisure, there were swordsmen with big and small wounds scattered throughout the park, lying exhausted.

“….”

They were soldiers under the Yeoncheon Army’s temporary headquarters.

Having just dealt with the monsters and mutants in Paju, they were all exhausted.

But today’s hard work was over.

Having cleared Paju, Yeoncheon, and Cheorwon, all three northern border regions of South Korea, the only thing left was to maintain border surveillance.

“Report on casualties?”

As Jo Seongsik brushed off the tobacco on his palm, Sergeant Kim Hansoo, who was standing next to him, reported.

“Two dead, one critically injured.”

In other words, they lost three combatants.

“We’ve lost about 10% of our combat strength in just one day.”

As Jo Seongsik made a bitter expression, another man sitting behind him opened his mouth.

“Shouldn’t we start heading to Seoul soon?”

Cheorwon’s Strongest Sword, Private Kim Kwangyong.

Until now, he had essentially acted independently, except for occasional clashes with the Yeoncheon Army headquarters, but now he was moving together with Jo Seongsik as a practical ally.

And the reason for this was none other than the encounter with Jeong Yeongwoo, the Joseon’s Strongest Sword, in Cheorwon yesterday.

It was only after meeting him that they finally realized something.

That there were many strong individuals still supporting this world.

Though not necessarily hopeful, the fact that there was something to rely on was quite reassuring.

The Joseon’s Strongest Sword, who boasted an unreasonable strength, and the Seoul’s Strongest Sword Union and provisional government organized around him.

“Yes. Since we’ve solved all urgent matters, it would be a good idea to stop by Seoul before it gets dark.”

Jo Seongsik also agreed with Kim Gwangyong.

And even if it wasn’t his exact words, he had been thinking about visiting Seoul soon anyway.

The strange Strongest Sword, who fought while sprinkling dirt in the eyes of the mutants, kept coming to his mind for some reason.

He seemed to be the only one among all the people he had seen who wasn’t living a tough life.

In any case, there was a strange addictive quality to the aura emitted by the so-called Joseon’s Strongest Sword.

‘If we meet again next time, I should ask him exactly how the situation in the North is unfolding.’

Since he was the representative of the Army Headquarters who claimed to monitor the North, his greatest concern could not but be the situation in North Korea.

“Sigh.”

After flicking off the remaining cigarette ash, he noticed that the windmills on the hill in the distance suddenly started spinning rapidly.

Whoooosh…!

It was also from this moment that a strong wind blew, almost folding his ears.

“What’s happening all of a sudden?”

“Why is the wind blowing like this?”

The swordsmen scattered around the military headquarters also began to rise one by one at the suspicious weather, and by this time.

Kwaling!

With a sudden thunderclap, the sky darkened in an instant.

“W-what is this…?”

Kim Kwangyong cautiously drew his sword while looking at Lieutenant Jo Seongsik.

He judged it wasn’t just a simple weather change.

The sky, which had been sunny just a while ago, was now filled with dark clouds as if it had always been like this.

And then.

Kwrrrung!

After thundering much closer than before, the incident began.

Shwaaa…!

“…Rain?”

Rain poured suddenly from the dark sky.

“I-It’s pouring suddenly!”

“Should we withdraw to Yeoncheon for now?”

The soldiers, who had started feeling extreme fatigue and discomfort for some reason, expressed their desire to withdraw towards Lieutenant Jo Seongsik.

On the other hand, Yeoncheon’s Strongest Sword, Jo Seongsik, instead…

Shwaaaat!

He raised his sword and shouted through the downpour.

“All units, prepare for combat…!”

Although it was purely an intuition-based command, his instincts were not wrong.

Kwrrrung!

Then, another thunderclap rang out, and lightning flashed from inside the clouds in the sky.

Paaat!

At that moment, a huge furnace appeared in the sky above the Peace Nuri Park.

“…!”

“Ahh!”

It was only then that the soldiers of Yeoncheon realized that something serious was happening and drew their swords in panic, and by this time, Kim Kwangyong, the Cheorwon’s Strongest Sword, also realized something was wrong.

“Oh, it’s rain.”

Feeling something sticky, he wiped his cheek, only to find that thick rain was oozing out.

“This, it’s not just rain…!”

As he was about to urgently report to Lieutenant Jo Seongsik…

Ssuaeaeeaet!

Two ominous creatures leapt down from the dark sky.

Kwack!

‘Damn it, it was a mutant after all.’

Jo Seongsik cursed.

Although there was no sign of the mutant’s emblematic pillar of light, the fact that they had appeared in front of him could not be denied.

Especially with this damn rain accompanying them.

‘I don’t know who they are, but they’re not your average assholes.’

He could already feel this fact in his skin.

“Squads 1 and 4, behind me! Squads 2 and 3, stick with Kim Kwangyong behind me! Everyone, stay alert!”

As Jo Seongsik began to wave off the rain pouring down in front of him, the creatures raised their heads to look at the furnace in the sky, as if waiting for battle approval.

“…!”

And seeing this, Jo Seongsik said,

“Private Kim Kwangyong, lift me up.”

Unlike before, he gave the order to Cheorwon’s Strongest Sword, Kim Kwangyong.

But Kim Kwangyong was not unaware.

“Yes, step on me.”

Immediately, he bent his knees and made a foothold with both arms.

Then,

Tap!

Jo Seongsik promptly stepped on Kim Kwangyong’s arm, and Kim Kwangyong threw Lieutenant Jeong into the sky with all his might.

Hwaeaeaeeaak!

“Who are you! Reveal your identity!”

Jo Seongsik, soaring into the sky, swung his sword and headed straight for the furnace.

And a moment later.

“…!”

As Jo Seongsik, who had approached right in front of the furnace, looked, a single name tag came into his sight.

It was none other than.

“What? How dare this bastard…?”

[Dictator – Kim Jong-un]

[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]