The victor of the duel
Translated by SoundOfDestiny
Edited by Zil
A sound. It is the sound of two pieces of metal colliding.
Justy catches Raidorl’s sword with the hilt of his spear.
The slash was strong, heavy and sharp. But Justy’s thick muscles rose up to meet the attack with force.
“Mmm!”
“Oh!”
On the contrary, Justy flips Raidorl with one hand and pushes him backwards.
As he flies backwards, Raidorl kicks the ground two or three times to kill his momentum and finally stops when he is brought back to where he was standing in the first place.
And then he lifted his lips in admiration of the man who showed exceptional stiffness.
“That’s what I call stupidity! You’ve got it in you!”
“There’s more to come! Your Highness Raydor!”
This time Justy kicked the ground and closed in on Raidorl.
He spins his spear around and, with centrifugal force, unleashes a side-curving blow.
“Ghhh!!!”
Raydor swings his sword from below.
As the swallow rises from the ground to the sky, it scoops up and fires a slash at Justy’s neck.
“As expected….”
It was thought that the sword was going to cut off the head, but Justy caught the slash with a small metal hand.
He grabbed his sword and tried to catch him, but before he could, Raidorl kicked his armoured torso and sent him flying backwards.
“Guhh”
“Watch out, ……, there’s no room for error.”
The impact of the kick caused Justy to take a few steps back.
If he had grabbed the sword, he would have been blocked and his spear would have pierced him.
Having narrowly escaped, Raidorl carefully watches Justy’s movements, not daring to pursue him as he is slightly disoriented.
Justy, too, kept his eyes on Raydor as he regained his position, fully alert.
Raydor and Justy were again at a distance, staring straight at each other.
Only a minute had passed since the duel began. They began positioning like before the duel started.
In a series of attacks, both sides unleashed slashes that were deadly. The power of the slashes is such that if they are taken seriously, the head or limbs will be chopped off.
Neither Raydor nor Justy seems to be taking it easy.
There is no hatred.
There is no evil.
Still, the two warriors clash their weapons head-on, as if measuring each other’s strength.
Either side could die at any moment.
It doesn’t matter when or which one dies.
For the first time in such a battle, the people around them who were watching the duel forgot to breathe.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure, Your Highness. It’s no wonder that you were chosen to be the holy sword over your brother the king!”
“I didn’t choose it because I wanted to, but …… I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
Responding to Justy’s praise with a shrug, Raidorl readies his sword on his right hand.
“I’m having fun too, there’s no denying that. So …… let’s get serious for a minute!”
“Mu ……?”
The black miasma overflows from Raidorl’s hand.
The miasma covers the sword like water sinking into it, painting it a jet black colour.
“Sword fighting,Scorpion!”
Raidorl turned his right hand and fired a thrust.
The distance between them was too great for the thrust to hit, but the black miasma from the tip of the sword extended like a whip and struck Justy.
What was released was a cursed blade.
It is a martial art that Raidorl has developed in his own way in order to face the monsters of the frontier.
“Magic sword…!”
Justy, on the other hand, pushed his glasses up with his left hand and slammed the spearhead into the ground with his right hand.
“Stone wall!”
In a moment, a stone wall appeared in front of Justy, protruding from the ground.
Raidorl’s magic sword struck the stone wall and scraped it to pieces before disappearing in countless black grains.
With a rattle, the stone wall collapses and Justy emerges unharmed from the other side.
“….. Oh, by the way, Sven told me. You can use magic too.”
“I don’t get the chance to use it in real life, Or perhaps I should say that I don’t get to meet enough strong opponents to let me use it.”
“Haha, you should come to a remote jungle once. You’ll be fighting demons so strong that you won’t have time to play your trump card.”
“Well, that’s tempting, …… but…”
Justy grasped the handle of the spear with both hands and swung it wide upwards.
And now he slammed the tip side into the ground.
“The first thing I’m going to do is kill you first-[Earth Shattering]!”
“Ohh..?”
The ground where the spear struck cracked, and the fragments fell on Raidorl as countless stone pebbles.
It seems that Justy’s side was the same, wearing a magic sword for long-distance attack.
Raidorl kicks the ground and flies sideways to avoid the stone projectiles.
The stone pebbles that Justy fired were each no bigger than the tip of a pinky finger.
However, the sheer number of stones that were released would leave a hole in his body if he were to take them head-on.
“It hurts …! You can do it …!”
Raidorl rolled on the ground, gritted his teeth and growled.
A bullet he didn’t dodge completely pierced his shoulder, causing it to bleed slightly.
“An offensive and defensive magician. A real pain in the ass.”
It seems that Justy is a magic warrior who specializes in the earth attribute.
The earth attribute is the most balanced attribute in terms of attack and defense. It is by far the most massive and powerful comparing water, fire and wind, so it is hard to defend and heavy to attack.
This is a very different style of battle from that of Raidorl, who was also a magical warrior, but whose special attack was a curse.
“It is a great honour to be praised by His Highness, the holder of the Holy Sword. But I hope you won’t surrender!”
“Of course!”
Raidorl holds his sword and puts his magic into it.
Justy holds his spear and puts his magic into it.
“Jormungandr, the deadly serpent!”
“Earth-Shattering!”
Their attacks were unleashed simultaneously.
A jet-black storm, like a serpent, shot from Raidorl’s sword. It was the cursed slash that had once engulfed hundreds of Imperial soldiers at the Brain Fortress.
This is the first time Justy ever saw such a thing. But even so, it was easily big enough to devour a single Justy.
Justy, on the other hand, slammed his spear into the ground and sent the stone pebbles flying again.
The only difference is the size of the debris. Each bullet fired from the spear was the size of a fist and was filled with magic.
Dozens, maybe hundreds of bullets that could shatter the bones of Raidorl with a single if it pierce the oncoming black serpent.
“Kuhh……!”
“Whaaaaat?”
The moment the rock projectiles collided, the black serpent burst wide open.
The jet-black wind rolled up to the sky, creating an updraft, and the people who were watching the duel screamed at the blowing wind.
“Stone Wall ……!”
Justy built a stone wall and clung to it, hiding from the black storm.
He looked from the shadows of the wall to see what had happened to Raidorl, but the black storm prevented him from seeing him.
He thrusts his spear into the ground and concentrates on bearing the impact.
“Damn……His highness is still a fearsome man to be this powerful without a holy sword!”
He gritted his teeth and held on for a few seconds. Then the storm stopped.
Justy came out of the shadow of the stone wall and sighed deeply.
“Heh, His Highness is too reckless, there’s still people around. Your highness, do you think this is someone else’s house and you can do whatever you…want..?”
Justy looked around and nodded his head.
It was the garden of the house of the Baron Oigist, but the damage seemed to be lighter than expected.
There were some fallen plants, but no signs of damage to the buildings.
In terms of human casualties, it is unlikely that anyone was seriously injured, although some of the spectators to the duel were on their bottoms on the ground or cowering and shaking.
Raidorl’s slash was a cursed wind, but there was no sign of anyone being seriously damaged by the curse.
“Did you weaken the curse and devote the weight of your strength to creating a huge wind? No, wait ……!”
That’s not the point.
There is more to worry about than the size of the damage.
“Where is your highness …………?”
Justy looked around sharply, but Raidorl was nowhere to be seen.
He looked carefully to see if he was hiding behind a fallen tree, but he didn’t seem to be lurking anywhere.
“I’m not sure where he is, but he’s gone.”
“Sword Style….”
“Wha-!”
An ominous melody shook his eardrums. A chill runs down his spine and he looks up to the sky with a start.
As Justy looked up, he saw Raidorl dancing high above him, just above his head.
“You can’t build a wall of stone over your head, no matter what, can you?”
With the black miasma spreading like wings, Raidorl stands in the heavens and looks down at Justy.
The power of his magic is concentrated in his right hand, turning the sword jet black.
“What the hell ……?”
The magic clash just now. It was a storm of curses unleashed by Raidorl, but its purpose was not to defeat Justy.
It was meant to create an updraft, so that Raydor could soar high into the sky on the wind that was blowing him up.
Justy was in a hurry to get his spear ready for the attack from above, but before he could, Raidorl swung the tip of his sword at Justy.
“Scorpion Strike!”
“Gahh……!”’
A jet-black stab fell like a bolt of lightning and plunged into Justy’s shoulder.
It’s not the same as a storm, but it’s a blow that contains a lot of curses, and the huge body covered with armor slowly tilted.
His glasses fell off, and with a violent numbness and chill, Justy fell to the ground and fainted.
(TL: the answer is, Justy is a reference from Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde)
The victor of the duel
Translated by SoundOfDestiny
Edited by Zil
A sound. It is the sound of two pieces of metal colliding.
Justy catches Raidorl’s sword with the hilt of his spear.
The slash was strong, heavy and sharp. But Justy’s thick muscles rose up to meet the attack with force.
“Mmm!”
“Oh!”
On the contrary, Justy flips Raidorl with one hand and pushes him backwards.
As he flies backwards, Raidorl kicks the ground two or three times to kill his momentum and finally stops when he is brought back to where he was standing in the first place.
And then he lifted his lips in admiration of the man who showed exceptional stiffness.
“That’s what I call stupidity! You’ve got it in you!”
“There’s more to come! Your Highness Raydor!”
This time Justy kicked the ground and closed in on Raidorl.
He spins his spear around and, with centrifugal force, unleashes a side-curving blow.
“Ghhh!!!”
Raydor swings his sword from below.
As the swallow rises from the ground to the sky, it scoops up and fires a slash at Justy’s neck.
“As expected….”
It was thought that the sword was going to cut off the head, but Justy caught the slash with a small metal hand.
He grabbed his sword and tried to catch him, but before he could, Raidorl kicked his armoured torso and sent him flying backwards.
“Guhh”
“Watch out, ……, there’s no room for error.”
The impact of the kick caused Justy to take a few steps back.
If he had grabbed the sword, he would have been blocked and his spear would have pierced him.
Having narrowly escaped, Raidorl carefully watches Justy’s movements, not daring to pursue him as he is slightly disoriented.
Justy, too, kept his eyes on Raydor as he regained his position, fully alert.
Raydor and Justy were again at a distance, staring straight at each other.
Only a minute had passed since the duel began. They began positioning like before the duel started.
In a series of attacks, both sides unleashed slashes that were deadly. The power of the slashes is such that if they are taken seriously, the head or limbs will be chopped off.
Neither Raydor nor Justy seems to be taking it easy.
There is no hatred.
There is no evil.
Still, the two warriors clash their weapons head-on, as if measuring each other’s strength.
Either side could die at any moment.
It doesn’t matter when or which one dies.
For the first time in such a battle, the people around them who were watching the duel forgot to breathe.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure, Your Highness. It’s no wonder that you were chosen to be the holy sword over your brother the king!”
“I didn’t choose it because I wanted to, but …… I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
Responding to Justy’s praise with a shrug, Raidorl readies his sword on his right hand.
“I’m having fun too, there’s no denying that. So …… let’s get serious for a minute!”
“Mu ……?”
The black miasma overflows from Raidorl’s hand.
The miasma covers the sword like water sinking into it, painting it a jet black colour.
“Sword fighting,Scorpion!”
Raidorl turned his right hand and fired a thrust.
The distance between them was too great for the thrust to hit, but the black miasma from the tip of the sword extended like a whip and struck Justy.
What was released was a cursed blade.
It is a martial art that Raidorl has developed in his own way in order to face the monsters of the frontier.
“Magic sword…!”
Justy, on the other hand, pushed his glasses up with his left hand and slammed the spearhead into the ground with his right hand.
“Stone wall!”
In a moment, a stone wall appeared in front of Justy, protruding from the ground.
Raidorl’s magic sword struck the stone wall and scraped it to pieces before disappearing in countless black grains.
With a rattle, the stone wall collapses and Justy emerges unharmed from the other side.
“….. Oh, by the way, Sven told me. You can use magic too.”
“I don’t get the chance to use it in real life, Or perhaps I should say that I don’t get to meet enough strong opponents to let me use it.”
“Haha, you should come to a remote jungle once. You’ll be fighting demons so strong that you won’t have time to play your trump card.”
“Well, that’s tempting, …… but…”
Justy grasped the handle of the spear with both hands and swung it wide upwards.
And now he slammed the tip side into the ground.
“The first thing I’m going to do is kill you first-[Earth Shattering]!”
“Ohh..?”
The ground where the spear struck cracked, and the fragments fell on Raidorl as countless stone pebbles.
It seems that Justy’s side was the same, wearing a magic sword for long-distance attack.
Raidorl kicks the ground and flies sideways to avoid the stone projectiles.
The stone pebbles that Justy fired were each no bigger than the tip of a pinky finger.
However, the sheer number of stones that were released would leave a hole in his body if he were to take them head-on.
“It hurts …! You can do it …!”
Raidorl rolled on the ground, gritted his teeth and growled.
A bullet he didn’t dodge completely pierced his shoulder, causing it to bleed slightly.
“An offensive and defensive magician. A real pain in the ass.”
It seems that Justy is a magic warrior who specializes in the earth attribute.
The earth attribute is the most balanced attribute in terms of attack and defense. It is by far the most massive and powerful comparing water, fire and wind, so it is hard to defend and heavy to attack.
This is a very different style of battle from that of Raidorl, who was also a magical warrior, but whose special attack was a curse.
“It is a great honour to be praised by His Highness, the holder of the Holy Sword. But I hope you won’t surrender!”
“Of course!”
Raidorl holds his sword and puts his magic into it.
Justy holds his spear and puts his magic into it.
“Jormungandr, the deadly serpent!”
“Earth-Shattering!”
Their attacks were unleashed simultaneously.
A jet-black storm, like a serpent, shot from Raidorl’s sword. It was the cursed slash that had once engulfed hundreds of Imperial soldiers at the Brain Fortress.
This is the first time Justy ever saw such a thing. But even so, it was easily big enough to devour a single Justy.
Justy, on the other hand, slammed his spear into the ground and sent the stone pebbles flying again.
The only difference is the size of the debris. Each bullet fired from the spear was the size of a fist and was filled with magic.
Dozens, maybe hundreds of bullets that could shatter the bones of Raidorl with a single if it pierce the oncoming black serpent.
“Kuhh……!”
“Whaaaaat?”
The moment the rock projectiles collided, the black serpent burst wide open.
The jet-black wind rolled up to the sky, creating an updraft, and the people who were watching the duel screamed at the blowing wind.
“Stone Wall ……!”
Justy built a stone wall and clung to it, hiding from the black storm.
He looked from the shadows of the wall to see what had happened to Raidorl, but the black storm prevented him from seeing him.
He thrusts his spear into the ground and concentrates on bearing the impact.
“Damn……His highness is still a fearsome man to be this powerful without a holy sword!”
He gritted his teeth and held on for a few seconds. Then the storm stopped.
Justy came out of the shadow of the stone wall and sighed deeply.
“Heh, His Highness is too reckless, there’s still people around. Your highness, do you think this is someone else’s house and you can do whatever you…want..?”
Justy looked around and nodded his head.
It was the garden of the house of the Baron Oigist, but the damage seemed to be lighter than expected.
There were some fallen plants, but no signs of damage to the buildings.
In terms of human casualties, it is unlikely that anyone was seriously injured, although some of the spectators to the duel were on their bottoms on the ground or cowering and shaking.
Raidorl’s slash was a cursed wind, but there was no sign of anyone being seriously damaged by the curse.
“Did you weaken the curse and devote the weight of your strength to creating a huge wind? No, wait ……!”
That’s not the point.
There is more to worry about than the size of the damage.
“Where is your highness …………?”
Justy looked around sharply, but Raidorl was nowhere to be seen.
He looked carefully to see if he was hiding behind a fallen tree, but he didn’t seem to be lurking anywhere.
“I’m not sure where he is, but he’s gone.”
“Sword Style….”
“Wha-!”
An ominous melody shook his eardrums. A chill runs down his spine and he looks up to the sky with a start.
As Justy looked up, he saw Raidorl dancing high above him, just above his head.
“You can’t build a wall of stone over your head, no matter what, can you?”
With the black miasma spreading like wings, Raidorl stands in the heavens and looks down at Justy.
The power of his magic is concentrated in his right hand, turning the sword jet black.
“What the hell ……?”
The magic clash just now. It was a storm of curses unleashed by Raidorl, but its purpose was not to defeat Justy.
It was meant to create an updraft, so that Raydor could soar high into the sky on the wind that was blowing him up.
Justy was in a hurry to get his spear ready for the attack from above, but before he could, Raidorl swung the tip of his sword at Justy.
“Scorpion Strike!”
“Gahh……!”’
A jet-black stab fell like a bolt of lightning and plunged into Justy’s shoulder.
It’s not the same as a storm, but it’s a blow that contains a lot of curses, and the huge body covered with armor slowly tilted.
His glasses fell off, and with a violent numbness and chill, Justy fell to the ground and fainted.
(TL: the answer is, Justy is a reference from Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde)
