Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

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Pzzzz…!

Red lightning bolts were raining down on the main building of Kinzelo’s seventh branch.

It was the storm created by the Red Legend Tribe who had just completed their spatial jump.

Just like when the beastmen’s territory was destroyed, normally the fight would end the moment the Red Legend Tribe’s lightning struck.

What would follow would be a one-sided hunt.

However, unlike before, the Red Legend Tribe couldn’t immediately claim their spoils from the recent lightning strike.

A much larger blue lightning was shaking the entire area of the seventh branch.

The Red Legend Tribe members who were about to enter the building stopped dead in their tracks and turned their heads.

“Jin Runcandel, he’s here!”

The nearby air distorted as the Red Legend Tribe members let out a roar.

The Kinzelo beastmen who were nearby fell to the ground, and blood gushed from their ears.

Their Light Hearts glowed red.

The culprit who killed their compatriots and the successor of the Blue Legend Tribe who needed to be torn apart had appeared.

Moreover, unlike the day when Shimat’s group first emerged on the surface, now there were over thirty Legends gathered, all led by the Great King of Battle, Rakiman Hog.

It was time for revenge for their compatriots.

“Many of you have gathered.”

Jin looked around at the Legends revealed in front of the seventh branch and spoke.

The Red Legend Tribe members lined up behind Rakiman. Due to Jin’s swift movement, Bishkel hadn’t arrived yet.

Jin made eye contact with Rakiman.

“It seems you are Rakiman Hog, the Great King of Battle of the Red Legend Tribe. You should have stayed underground, why do you come out and make such a fuss? I clearly warned Shimat that the Red Legend Tribe would be better off living in silence.”

“We have lived without distinguishing between the surface and the underworld. We were simply held back by the Great Serpent. Now that the original owner has returned, wouldn’t it be right for you to quietly step aside?”

“Yes, yes. You’re not the type who communicates well, Rakiman. Rather, your friend Shimat had a bit of a sense of reality. Rakiman, can’t you recognize that your opponent is much stronger than you?”

Shoo…!

Jin unsheathed Sigmund.

“In my eyes, you are nothing more than a strange hybrid. A combination of humans and Blue Legend… It’s even stranger than I imagined when I see it in person.”

Rakiman also formed two enormous swords with his lightning energy.

He had a much stronger aura than when he faced Bardray and Berakt.

It was the result of his hunt of Kinzelo.

“You’ve been calling me Blue Legend since last time, but I am the Thirteenth King of Battle of the Great Legend Tribe. The Legend, a name that none of you have been able to claim. Today, you will learn the reason. I will show you what the gap between us is.”

Tsu-aak-!

As soon as Jin finished speaking, the blue lightning that had gathered in the sky converged upon Jin, resonating with the ground.

The Red Legend Tribe’s ordinary warriors involuntarily swallowed their dry saliva at the sudden explosion of Jin’s power.

Just the act of looking at him gave them a suffocating feeling.

The air became infinitely heavy in an instant, and they had the illusion that their compatriots who were beside them were moving further away.

“First, I need to align our level of eye contact. Those of your kind, Red Legend, should never dare to look down upon the Legend… If you are tall, it’s only right for you to kneel.”

Rakiman lunged forward, swinging his twin swords, but a shield of lightning formed blocked his path.

Although the shield shattered upon contact with the swords, it immediately reformed, and the swords continued cutting through empty space without reaching their target.

Meanwhile, the Red Legend Tribe’s ordinary warriors behind him were kneeling, unable to resist the pressure emanating from Jin’s blue lightning energy.

At least the Kings of Battle like Andolin, who were still standing, protected the ordinary warriors and diverted the lightning energy, but it was only temporary.

Soon after, the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends was unleashed.

God of Battle’s Tenth Sword Technique

Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends - Open.

The God of Battle’s ultimate technique, symbolizing the pinnacle of the Legends.

Amidst the colossal and blue storm, only the Legends and those of equal caliber could stand upright with their backs straight.

Only they could enjoy the privilege of fighting without being intimidated even within the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends.

The Red Legend Tribe’s ordinary warriors didn’t meet these requirements.

Already, the twenty-seven ordinary warriors were kneeling, blood gushing from every orifice on their faces.

Now, Jin’s Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends wasn’t in an unfinished state like before.

It’s not comparable to Vahn, but he only lacked in comparison to its perfect form and could ascend to the position of God of Battle in an era without it.

Therefore, it was natural that the ordinary warriors would immediately die or lose consciousness.

Even the Red Legend Tribe’s Kings of Battle couldn’t resist his aura.

“Kuh…!”

Andolin and other second-class and third-class Kings of Battle sat on the ground, spitting out blood.

The blood shed by the Legends scattered in the air or on the ground, evaporating without a trace, thanks to the lightning energy.

[Consider it an honor to face the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends. From now on, whenever you face me, you must always act like this. Kneel or prostrate yourselves.]

The resonating voices of hundreds of Legends echoed across the battlefield.

Even amidst the thunderous roar of the lightning energy emanating from all directions, the Red Legend Tribe members could clearly hear those low voices.

It was horrifying and distinctive, as if it was tearing their ears apart and resonating in their minds.

Among the Red Legend Tribe members, only Rakiman Hog remained standing, gradually shortening the distance between him and Jin.

‘If he didn’t have the special ability like Beast Butcher, he wouldn’t have been able to overwhelm Bardray and Berakt that way, but he still doesn’t lack as a Great King of Battle. Although it’s clear he hasn’t fully recovered.’

Kraaaah!

Every time Rakiman roared, a red dot appeared within the area of the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends.

It indicated that he was securing his own space without being suppressed by the blue lightning energy.

He still hasn’t fully recovered.

The red lightning in Rakiman’s Light Heart was only half of its peak.

However, even considering that fact, Rakiman didn’t utter arrogant remarks.

Jin was clearly aware that even if he were at his peak, Rakiman could never defeat him in a one-on-one fight.

“The fact that compatriot Shimat survived is quite remarkable, Jin Runcandel!”

[Back then, I had many questions to ask you out of curiosity. But not today. If you have something to show, bring it out quickly. Use a Great King of Battle’s abilities to summon more reinforcements or use your fortress transformation.]

“That Great Serpent told you about us.”

[Or perhaps, like Shimat, you plan to use your compatriots as catalysts and escape using the return technique?]

“Ugh!”

Rakiman dodged Sigmund and rolled on the ground.

Jin, who had been in plain sight all along, suddenly disappeared and attacked him.

Regaining his focus, Rakiman wielded his twin swords again.

Jin was still nowhere to be seen, and Rakiman intensified his senses, feeling his blood boil.

He couldn’t predict where Jin’s sword would come from. The Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends’ lightning energy was still concealing Jin like fog.

If he had fully recovered his strength, Rakiman could have unleashed his fortress transformation and to some extent neutralized the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends’ lightning energy to counterattack.

Of course, it would have only extended the duration of the battle.

After all, Rakiman alone couldn’t defeat Jin, no matter what he did.

Moreover, Rakiman instinctively recognized that the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends consisted of several stages.

It was currently in the initial stage, but if it progressed to the next stage, he wouldn’t be able to resist it like he was now.

‘He called it the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends. It reminds me of the Blue Legend Tribe’s King of Battle from back then. There must be more stages, but is he conserving his strength due to physical strain?’

As Rakiman had expected, the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends was still imposing a significant burden on Jin.

There was no reason for him to unleash it against an enemy he could easily overwhelm with just the first form.

Besides, Jin was conserving his power, preparing for when Rakiman made a move.

‘I don’t see any signs of him trying to use the return technique like Shimat. He deliberately used the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends to restrain the other ordinary warriors. So, the trump cards Rakiman can pull out would probably be the fortress transformation or summoning.’

If it were the fortress transformation, Jin could assess its combat power and deal with it.

If it were summoning, no matter how many appeared, he could open the next form of the Sword of the Reign of the King of Legends and sweep them all away.

He could even use the Runcandel Magic Sword, but he intentionally didn’t use it because he wanted to show his dignity as a member of the Legend Tribe.

However, considering the number of Kinzelo members the Red Legend Tribe had hunted so far, they couldn’t summon a large number.

It didn’t seem like any other Great Kings of Battle besides Rakiman had awakened.

Therefore, Jin could never lose this fight.

The Red Legend Tribe was still in the recovery stage, and they couldn’t compete with Jin through brute force.

As he continued to pressure Rakiman,

Jin noticed the bracelet on Rakiman’s arms glowing red.

He examined the fallen ordinary warriors, but their Light Hearts weren’t burning like when Shimat used the return technique.

‘He must be using dimensional storage. Summoning, perhaps.’

Naturally, Jin expected the Red Legend Tribe to summon reinforcements.

However, in the next moment, the energy coming out of Rakiman’s bracelet was creating a massive hole in the sky.

It was as if an entity much larger than a person could enter and exit through that portal.

Seeing what emerged from it, Jin’s eyes widened.

‘…The fleet!’

At a glance, a Red Legend Tribe fleet of over fifty ships had taken positions within the enormous dimensional portal created by Rakiman.

“The Red Legend Tribe’s strength comes from power and knowledge. I’ve heard that most aerial ships on the surface are considered scrap according to the Red Legend Tribe’s standards.”

Jin stopped his sword, which was about to swing towards Rakiman, and pointed it at the fleet.

Rakiman, with an expressionless face, gave an order to his bracelet.

“Full fleet precision attack, target: Jin Runcandel.”

{Red Legend Tribe!}

Immediately, the fleet’s bombardment began.

Hundreds of red lightning bolts, intertwined like snakes, descending in curves, were all precisely aimed at Jin without missing a single shot.

And Jin, with a smile that seemed to have no intention of avoiding the bombardment, swung his sword.

In an instant, Runcandel’s Third Final Movement:

“Meteor Shower,” reinforced with lightning energy, intercepted the fleet’s bombardment.

[Rakiman, I thought you could at most summon more of your kin, but I have to admit this is quite surprising.]

For Rakiman, Jin’s ability to effortlessly resist even the fleet’s bombardment was even more shocking.