Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~ Chapter 411 - Episode Fifty-Seven - A Visitor from the Fire Country (7)(Side: Collector)

Chapter 411 - Episode Fifty-Seven - A Visitor from the Fire Country (7)(Side: Collector)

“Hihohohohohoho! Don’t you see yet that no amount of swinging a sword like that will do you any good!”
Jeem closed in on the collector and swung his hand sword at him.
The collector changed his stance to guard against the sword, but quickly released it.
It’s not only for defense, but also for attack.
This is a power that can be used not only for defense but also for attack.
By forcing the recoil onto the opponent, the force applied by the collector for defense is directly transferred to Jeem’s hand sword.
In effect, it is a hand sword that cannot be guarded.
So, there is no way to deal with it except to avoid it completely.
“Why don’t you understand? You don’t have the means to harm me now. You humans are too useless and too stupid to understand.”
With Jeem’s advantage in speed, the collector had no choice but to play with his reaction.
The collector predicted Jeem’s movements and used them to avoid him at the last moment.
He pulls back, bends down, and slides on the ground.
But there comes a limit even to that.
Jeem attacked the collector with a procedure that would surely drive him back, and after inviting him to evade with a large movement, he quickly closed in on him.
Jeem’s three outstretched fingers touched the collector’s cloak.
The collector’s cloak ripped open and three finger marks ran down his abdomen.
The collector kicked Jeem in the shoulder and jumped backward, using the recoil to get away from him.
He then put his hand on the gutted abdomen.
“Hihohoho …… It’s true that you are strong for a human, but there are many ancient spirits who are stronger than you who do not appear on the surface. You’ve taken advantage of the situation, and you’ve made a mistake, collector. If you had the treasure you collected, you might still be able to play, but you’re no match to me. You, who lost everything, what can you do? Well then, It’s time to put an end to this.”
“Hmm, It’s not like I lost everything. For someone pretending to be a big shot, your bottom line is showing through!”
The collector is still holding his sword.
Jeem stretches out his tongue lazily and grabs the collector.
The collector held up his sword, but in the end, he could only evade.
Every time he failed to evade, his body was hit by Jeem’s not-so-light hand sword and his flesh was cut.
Although he was able to avoid a direct hit, the collector was quickly covered in blood.
“Running everywhere, annoying ……”
Jeem became impatient and swung his arms in a big swing.
The collector, with a smile on his face, slowly brought the tip of his sword down on Jeem and slid to his feet, heading towards him.
“Have you lost your mind, you fool.”
Jeem tried to poke the sword with his fingertip.
But the tip of the sword did not touch his finger.
He opened his mouth in bewilderment, but quickly cocked his head to the side.
The sword was right next to Jeem’s face.
Jeem immediately stepped back.
“Surprised? A master swordsman left behind a wall with his secret technique, “Clear and Serene”. I lost the mural, but the technique remains with me.”
It is a stabbing technique in which the blade is brought down parallel to the ground and the body is manipulated in a unique way.
In the middle of a high-speed battle, you can momentarily disrupt your opponent’s sense of perspective and exploit the gap.
In addition to requiring precise movements, it was difficult to analyze the technique from the paintings left behind.
There are no other swordsmen in the world today who have mastered this exquisite technique, except for the Collector.
“It’s an elaborate trick. But it’s pointless.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
The collector laughed.
The tip of Jeem’s ear snapped.
His eyes opened wide.
He had narrowly missed the target.
“I’ve heard that if you’re as careless as an idiot, you’ll get hit. That’s a good tip.”
“Don’t get carried away, human ……”
Jeem kicked the ground, closing the distance between him and the collector.
The collector avoided the hand sword and took a deliberate thrusting stance, dropping the tip of the sword as if to provoke Jeem.
“What’s wrong? Your movements have become monotonous, spirit.”
“You have only revealed your inner hand and managed to scratch my ear!”
Jeem went around the back of the collector and kicked him up into the air.
He jumped into the air and flew above the collector, then swung his hand sword down in pursuit.
The collector was struck in the arm and knocked to the ground.
“That’s your limit! You should have saved that sword until you were sure you could hit me!”
Jeem ran in a circle around the collector and struck him with his hand sword.
If I avoid it, he’ll close the distance more, then circle around, and then kick again.
He was able to avoid fatal wounds because he was trying to escape, but the collector, who was being attacked unilaterally, was being forced to wear himself out.
The longer the battle went on, the more blood was lost.
“You are a fool, destroying your own chance of winning. The path was originally as thin as a thread. How dare you try to kill me with a mere thrust of your sword!”
In the middle of a fierce battle, the two sides came face to face.
The collector lowered the tip of his sword and pointed it parallel to the ground at Jeem.
“There’s no way a technique I’ve already seen once before would work!”
Jeem stepped forward undaunted.
He had no reason to be afraid of a feint move that he could see coming.
If he knew what was coming, he would be able to put an end to this unexpectedly long fight with his next move.
Jeem intended to crush the collector’s “Clear and Serene” and give him a fatal blow.
But the collector quickly changed his sword and swung it high above his head.
“Mm ……?”
Caught by surprise, Jeem decided to retreat and regain his distance.
A purple light runs across the raised collector’s sword.
“You’ve finally shown an opening, you idiot. How could you have mistakenly thought that my sword’s special move was only one?”
The collector laughed and swung his sword.
The purple light on the sword turns into a flame and passes through the blade.
” “Dragon King’s Roar, Bahamut Roar” “
This is a special technique for swords that was shown in the battle with Abel.
The magic power that flows in the body is put on the blade, and it is released as a slash with a real body.
This is a special technique of the sword used by legendary heroes.
“Wha- ……”
A hot, fast shockwave broke the gap between the collector and Jeem.
It struck Jeem in the face.
The nose and above were severed cleanly, and Jeem’s body, unprotected by the impact, was blown off and rolled on the ground.
The collector raised the sword in his hand.
The blade was already scorched and decayed.
The collector’s mouth hangs open in a lecherous grin.
“Ha~! I knew you couldn’t counter my lump of magic! You idiot! Did you really think that I was persistently wielding my sword without a chance of victory, relying on tricks!”
From the beginning, the Collectors relied on “Dragon King’s Roar, Bahamut Roar” to fight.
The fact that he wielded a sword that could not be used for either attack or defense, and the fact that he showed the “Clear and Serene” that could have been the decisive blow early on, were all to ensure that he would be able to hit the “Dragon King’s Roar, Bahamut Roar” at the right time.
It is not a technique that can be used casually, as it consumes a lot of energy, and it is unlikely that the sword will be able to withstand the technique in the first place, so he was looking for a moment when he could hit him for sure.
The collector was about to throw away the hilt of the sword he was holding, but let out a small sigh and regripped it in his hand.
This sword wasn’t worth much to begin with.
And it was already in no condition to serve as a sword.
However, this sword was a treasure that he remembered from his time in the Fage territory.
He felt awkward about throwing it away.
“Well …… that surprised me just now.”
Something was walking towards the collector in the trench he had created on the ground by blowing up the Jeem.
If you look closely, you can see Jeem with the top half of his face blown off, but he is still coming at me.
The arrogant and fearless collector stood there, stunned, feeling an air of incomprehensibility.
It was an eerie and powerful aura that could not be compared to the one he had just experienced.
“I can’t afford to waste my magic power on a small fry, but I’m going to be serious for a bit.”
The roots of the plant showing on Jeem’s body became even thicker.
The color of his skin turns into patches of black and dark green.
The upper half of his missing face is rapidly regenerating, and a new arm-like structure is growing from his shoulder.