How the Shadow of the Marquis Lives

Episode 60

The energy of the clear night air permeated Xian’s body.

The energy I felt every time the night came. But this time, it was unusually cool and sharp.

thump, thump.

The mana that floated through his body like a cloud split into hundreds and thousands of branches and permeated his body.

His body began to change little by little.

The cracked skin began to heal and the torn muscles were sutured more elastically.

to give you more strength.

to move faster.

To be able to use this aura more smoothly.

“… … .”

It was the first time.

In the meantime, just one hour of practice at night will easily pass one hundred hours. However, this was the first time such an experience had occurred.

Xian somehow knew.

Crossing swords with an enemy higher in rank than oneself, crashing into the wall and collapsing mercilessly.

Even so, the body was being refined in order not to collapse.

‘The energy of the elixir.’

An unknown elixir that I received from Yeomno the other day.

I couldn’t absorb it yet, and I felt it slowly melt away.

It didn’t melt completely, but the size itself had shrunk a lot.

The reduced energy permeated all over Xian’s body.

“Whoa… … .”

A much clearer and clearer aura flowed from him than before.

His aura flowed down twice as powerfully as before.

Xian tried to compress it by operating it again.

“… … .”

Did not do it.

I don’t think I can do it yet… … was not

This is not how it is used.

I felt that way.

Took.

Xian lightly kicked the ground.

He closed the distance in an instant and swung a sword full of aura.

[this guy… … !]

Haqsh was greatly surprised.

The pouring aura of cyan felt like a tidal wave.

Unlike just before, when he was just like a child, a huge wave rushes in to sweep him away.

The quality and quantity of aura. In this short moment, the level has definitely risen.

Caan-!

Harksh raised the glaive and blocked the sword.

His compressed fighting spirit and Xian’s overflowing aura collided.

However, the scene like the one before, where he penetrated Xi’an’s aura without any obstruction, was not produced.

His fighting spirit could no longer penetrate Xian’s aura.

[This is amazing!]

Harksh let out a gasp from his stomach and swung the glaive loudly.

It was impossible in his common sense.

Fighting spirit that rises like that is only used by novice warriors who have just learned fighting skills.

It is like water or smoke, the power of speculation is intact, but the limit is clear.

Water and smoke couldn’t stop steel no matter how hard they tried.

However, the young warrior in front of him was doing just that.

A divine skill that blocks steel with water and smoke.

Harksh blinked and turned the glaive.

[Cool color!]

He swung the glaive he held in reverse and swung it upward.

The blade wrapped in speculation scratched the ground and drew a circle. Kwakwagwagwang! The ground turned violently and rose toward Xian.

Seeing the rushing waves of the earth, Xian gripped his sword.

[ Heavenly Sword – True ]

Awesome!

The waves part.

It rushed in like it would grind everything it touched, but it was forcibly straightened out.

Through the pouring debris, Xian stepped on the ground and ran.

Kang!

Swords and glaives collided in the air.

Kang! Can-can!

Sharing several slashes, Xian found a gap in the guy. The basic tactics remain the same as before. To create a gap in which to insert a thunderbolt.

However, the opportunity came sooner than expected.

[come!]

Seeing Xian’s aura, Haqsh’s eyes caught fire.

Xi’an’s eyes narrowed at the sight of him.

Clearly, he knows what he’s aiming for. Still, he is deliberately dragging himself in.

Give it a try.

This time again, I will show you that I will overcome it head-on.

[ Sky Heaven Sword ]

It’s not polite to refuse to flirt like this.

Xian rushed at him.

The steps on the plain were much smoother. The arm holding the sword felt lighter than before.

However, the tip of the sword was even sharper.

[ Thunderstorm ]

Seeing the falling black lightning, Haqsh widened his eyes.

All of his fighting spirit was concentrated in the glaive.

A blow that literally risked his life, raising the source of life deep inside his body.

aaang!

[Kwoaaa!]

“Kuh… … !”

Haqsh’s white fighting spirit and Xian’s black aura collided head-on.

A confrontation between power and power without any remnants.

Make sure to read from noble mtl dot com

Just lost

But now it was different.

Khajik-!

Xian’s aura was breaking Harksh’s fighting spirit.

Memories of the past passed through Haqsh’s head as he watched his own fighting spirit shatter.

―Blessing from the previous life? What does that mean? This is the power I have achieved on my own.

When I first expressed my enthusiasm and heard words of congratulations from my compatriots.

he said so

It was a time when I was much younger than I am now.

Kaji support!

Xian’s sword shattered the glaive with his fighting spirit.

Fighting! Haqsh’s heavy body leaned to one side.

-God watches over us. but it doesn’t help Our pride comes from us, not from God.

It was something he used to say when he was young.

Because of that, he was looked down upon by his compatriots.

He said he was a disrespectful boy.

hooked!

Xian’s sword pressed against Haqsh’s shoulder.

He was the one who momentarily compressed his fighting spirit to defend it, but Xian’s sword was not something that could be stopped with such improvisation.

But he didn’t stay still either.

Khuong! Harksh roared and brandished a broken glaive.

A long, oblique wound formed on Xian’s chest. Seeing the flowing blood, Haqsh burst into a frenzy.

-No way. I believe in the existence of God.

one of the compatriots asked. Do you not believe in the existence of God?

I answered no.

―On the day I lose my life, I will go up to the warrior’s temple and challenge the gods to a duel! I am the strongest warrior!

An old saying that comes down to the high orcs.

When the warriors of the valiant clan die, they ascend to the warrior’s crusade, where they will once again walk the path of endless struggle.

He was the one who was waiting for the day he would meet God more than anyone else.

Even the god of war, an object of faith, was nothing more than an object to be overcome to him.

Quadduk!

Xian’s sword pierced Haqsh’s chest.

It shattered hard ribs and pierced right through the heart.

pounding!

However, his tough heart was still beating vigorously despite being pierced by the sword.

Harksh opened his eyes and swung the glaive.

The broken blade lodged in Xian’s shoulder.

“Keugh-!”

[Gaaa!]

Xian stabbed the sword even more. The sword plunged deeper into the man’s heart.

At the same time, Harksh also gathered the last remaining strength and pushed the glaive on Xian’s shoulder.

Their eyes were bloodshot and they poured all their strength into the weapons they were holding.

―Our blood will wet the warrior’s temple!

And in front of all the warriors watching, we shall triumph!

The shout he shouted while going to war.

And numerous compatriots who responded to him.

Their shouts echoed in my head.

Hearing that, Haqsh poured his last remaining energy into the glaive.

however.

pounding-

There was no more power.

The heartbeat gradually diminishes.

Haqsh’s heart, which was beating vigorously like a burning candle right before it went out, was pierced by the sword and could not remain intact.

Xian gritted his teeth and twisted his sword.

And it was drawn straight down.

[Cheuk!]

Haqsh’s torso split open and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Faced with the warm blood from the front, Xian let out a rough breath.

“Whoa… … .”

The broken glaive stuck in his shoulder was giving him insane pain.

The glaive was slowly pulled out.

cooong!

Haqsh fell.

A large high oak fell over and a cloud of dust rose.

In that hand, the glaive that had been lodged in Xian’s shoulder until just now was firmly grasped.

As if he would not let go even if he died.

[nice… … hahahaha… … .]

Xian approached the fallen guy.

Then he pointed the sword at the man’s neck.

Haqsh burst into laughter.

He remembered what his old father had said.

-Hakshya. you are so arrogant

―Did it sound so blasphemous to ask God for a duel?

said the old father.

―Before you speak of God, there will be an opponent you must defeat.

The words of the father who scolded him. He nodded his head without protesting.

Abby’s words were right.

He was still a young warrior at the time, and there were countless compatriots stronger than him.

But someday I will surpass them all.

I was confident of that.

– Whoops.

When I said that, the old father only smiled incomprehensibly.

It was an old man I didn’t know.

He’s an old man I don’t know… … I thought so at the time.

Now, I seemed to know a little bit.

[human. what’s your name?]

“… … .”

Sian kept his mouth shut at his question.

Cyan Agrid, he was about to answer, but suddenly stopped.

your real name.

A childhood memory that I will never forget.

‘Father, mother.’

In fact, he had very little memory of his parents.

I only vaguely remember what happened before I was 5 years old, before being picked up by the householder, and there was almost nothing clear.

But only one thing.

He had one clear memory of his parents.

‘When I had an accident.’

At that time, a landslide suddenly poured down and inside the wagon rolling down the cliff.

There were arms that desperately embraced the young self from both sides.

The mother sitting on the left and the father sitting on the right.

That’s the only memory he has of his parents.

‘… … .’

It was the reason he was obsessed with finding a name for himself.

As the shadow of a marquis, he had no intention of ending his life under the name of Gurda Xian.

What would the two of them think if they saw themselves wearing the name Xian, not their true name, when they died and arrived in the next world?

“My name is… … .”

He looked at Harksh.

Haqsh’s eyes, dying but not losing their light.

It was overflowing with fighting spirit to the extent that it could not be seen as belonging to someone who would soon die.

Sian opened his mouth.

The voice was heard only by Haqsh.

[nice… … ha ha ha! Listen well, young human.]

Haqsh laughed out loud.

Now I could understand the meaning of the old father.

What he had to look at was not God.

[I’ll be waiting for you at the Warrior’s Temple! Your first duel opponent is me!]

The name of the warrior who killed himself.

He closed his eyes in satisfaction.

life goes away

“… … .”

Xian calmly retrieved the sword that was aimed at his neck.