| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
The Sword Dancer who had swapped to the back of the human female was just about to attack just like before. This time however, he found a round object flying right in his face. In the time it took for him to blink, the buckler was already right in front of him. The Sword Dancer raised his left hand and used his reverse gripped longsword to block the oncoming projectile. Yet while this may have saved him from being hit, it almost meant that his vision was temporarily obscured by the buckler.
The moment the Sword Dancer felt the buckler collide with his left hand, he immediately felt a hair-raising sense of danger close in on him. It was a glint of steel that came slicing through the air with a sharpness that threatened to tear him apart from a distance away.
It was at this moment that the Sword Dancer’s honed instincts took over. He nimbly twisted his body to the side, leaving behind an afterimage just from the sheer speed at which he avoided being sliced at the last minute.
Yet this slicing attack was only a ruse – the real attack was yet to come!
The moment the female human saw that her attack had been dodged, she activated her strongest attack possible. She took to the air in a burst of power, and her Fighter’s Aura began gathering around her longsword an instant later, like a cannon that was just about to fire its load!
Roscar had told me of this move before. It was a famous killing move known as Skyfall.
This move was a powerful one, and fast too. However, because it only acted in a straight line, an agile opponent could easily avoid it if he was prepared. Because of that, Skyfall required a certain degree of setup if its user wanted to guarantee a hit. And setup she did!
However, just when she thought her killing move was going to work, it missed. When the Sword Dancer twisted away to avoid the first attack, and was faced with her Skyfall, I could clearly see him smirking.
With its extreme speed, Skyfall often misled its slower targets into believing they were hit by light instead. Under normal circumstances, the female human’s two tiered attack should have ensured that the agile Sword Dancer was no longer able to dodge Skyfall. However, it still missed in the end. That was because at the instant that it was about to hit, the Sword Dancer suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist…
Skyfall immediately blew up the ground in front. The female human then came to a half kneeling land in the half meter deep pit she dug, face as devastated as the ground…
Impossible! How did that Sword Dancer even do that?!
From our VIP box, I could clearly see what had happened in that instant.
Just seconds ago, that female human had made the biggest gamble ever. She tossed her buckler away in the direction where she predicted her opponent would be. On this count, I had to applaud her combat senses. While she might not have been as agile as the Sword Dancer, her sharp instincts allowed her to accurately guess where he was going to be next. There was no riskier gamble than this for a fighter like her. If she made the wrong call, she was basically dead meat.
Thankfully for her, this gamble paid off. The Sword Dancer habitually came to strike at the female human’s weak spot, and that made him predictable. Yet even when faced with an unexpected chain of attacks, the Sword Dancer reacted with terrifying agility. In the span of a breath, he blocked the projectile and even blocked the next attack without his vision aiding him.
While it might have seemed like fortuitous happenstance that the buckler so happened to block his eyes, this was all planned by the female human. She had used a special throwing technique with that buckler. It made whatever she threw twist upwards right after being launched. Then, as part of the next step, she launched a crescent-shaped wave of Sword Aura at the Sword Dancer.
Aura Projection… that’s a Four-star Warrior ability.
With his vision blocked, the Sword Dancer had no way to see the Sword Aura attack. However, his wealth of battle experience and insane reflexes still allowed him to dodge the attack.
Then came the final step of the female human’s plan: Skyfall. With no doubt in her mind, the female human launched what she thought was the deciding move. In what had to be the fastest Skyfall she had ever launched in her life, her final move raced towards the Sword Dancer like a bolt of lightning. She clearly intended for this move to kill that Dark Elf as well. However, her speed wasn’t what surprised me, instead it was the golden aura that surrounded her longsword as she prepared to attack!
As a quick refresher, only Five-star Warriors were able to imbue their weapons with their aura in order to increase its strength. That meant this female human was a Five-star!
Unfortunately, despite all her planning, she wasn’t able to anticipate that her opponent would have such a strange technique up his sleeve… he actually flew away in the nick of time as a cloud of black mist!
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Yet this new form did not last very long either. With a speed that a normal human could never hope to match, the black mist flew to the back of the female human, dual longswords floating within it.
A second later, the black mist began to take up a physical form. The tall, lanky frame of that Sword Dancer materialised before the entire colosseum once more. And in that instant, the colosseum exploded, like water into a pot of boiling oil.
The audience members screamed at the top of their voices, yelling out whatever nonsense they could think of, as if this was the only way they could show their unbridled excitement.
“Wooooowww!!!!”
I had to admit, that transformation move was a stroke of genius, and was a perfect example of why these matches could be so invigorating.
However, just because her killing move had failed, did that mean that the female human had given up? No, that look of devastation on her face was all faked. She had never once given up on victory!
The moment she felt a stir in the air from that Sword Dancer materialising, she swung her longsword behind her without any hesitation. That same golden aura that imbued her longsword also made it suddenly elongate by a whole inch at this point.
Yet even this sudden change wasn’t able to faze the Sword Dancer. He merely smirked at her coldly and transformed back into a black mist, reappearing behind her once more.
This time, his transformation was even faster than before, leaving the female human with no time at all to react. Once he had materialised, he immediately followed up with a swift stab to her heart!
But just as that attack was launched, he suddenly changed the direction of his attack, forcefully diverting it towards her legs instead. Then with a twist of his body, he sent a fierce kick flying towards the female human’s back. That kick had nothing held back at all and sent the female human immediately flying away over a dozen meters…
The female human flew through the air like a deflated balloon, finally coming to a tumbling stop some time later. By the time she stopped sliding backwards, her body was covered from head to toe in blood and dirt.
Thanks to her Fighter’s Aura guarding her, she didn’t just die from that kick. But her condition wasn’t good either. As she laid there on the ground coughing out blood, her golden hair flowed to the ground, mixing in with the blood and dirt that covered the ground. Yet even in her ragged state, her eyes held nothing but hatred for the Sword Dancer… seems like there’s a backstory between these two… too bad that glare of hers can’t kill anyone, at least hers isn’t anyway.
The Sword Dancer slowly strolled up to her. In response, the female human tried to get up on her feet. However, her attempt was doomed to failure as the Sword Dancer immediately kicked her on her shoulders. This time, it wasn’t a heavy kick like before. It was more of a warning, telling her to stay down.
“Aren’t you just in a terrible state right now?” The Sword Dancer haughtily gazed down at the female human. “You weren’t even much to look at to begin with, now you look worse. I still don’t get what Lewell sees in you.”
“Sarkath!”
The female human spat out his name in response. Her voice shook with a fury that was reflected in her eyes as well.
“Don’t say my name.” Faced with her all-consuming rage, the Sword Dancer merely furrowed his brows in disgust. “Hearing my name uttered by your lips is an insult. Don’t test my patience.”
“Sarkath!!!”
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“I told you not to say my name!:
“Sarkath! Why won’t you just die!”
As if yelling her hated foe’s name had granted her strength, the female human suddenly struggled to her feet at that point and punched the Sword Dancer known as Sarkath. Her flying fist carried with it all her hatred and her aura combined into one deadly strike that wished for nothing more than Sarkath’s death!
Faced with this powerful punch, the Sword Dancer Sarkath smartly chose not to face it head on. He used that strange movements of his to nimbly swerve to her back before giving her left leg a swift kick.
Still in the process of punching, she wasn’t able to react at all when her leg was suddenly kicked from the back. Her body immediately lost its balance, after which she fell to the ground with a loud crash…
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
The Sword Dancer who had swapped to the back of the human female was just about to attack just like before. This time however, he found a round object flying right in his face. In the time it took for him to blink, the buckler was already right in front of him. The Sword Dancer raised his left hand and used his reverse gripped longsword to block the oncoming projectile. Yet while this may have saved him from being hit, it almost meant that his vision was temporarily obscured by the buckler.
The moment the Sword Dancer felt the buckler collide with his left hand, he immediately felt a hair-raising sense of danger close in on him. It was a glint of steel that came slicing through the air with a sharpness that threatened to tear him apart from a distance away.
It was at this moment that the Sword Dancer’s honed instincts took over. He nimbly twisted his body to the side, leaving behind an afterimage just from the sheer speed at which he avoided being sliced at the last minute.
Yet this slicing attack was only a ruse – the real attack was yet to come!
The moment the female human saw that her attack had been dodged, she activated her strongest attack possible. She took to the air in a burst of power, and her Fighter’s Aura began gathering around her longsword an instant later, like a cannon that was just about to fire its load!
Roscar had told me of this move before. It was a famous killing move known as Skyfall.
This move was a powerful one, and fast too. However, because it only acted in a straight line, an agile opponent could easily avoid it if he was prepared. Because of that, Skyfall required a certain degree of setup if its user wanted to guarantee a hit. And setup she did!
However, just when she thought her killing move was going to work, it missed. When the Sword Dancer twisted away to avoid the first attack, and was faced with her Skyfall, I could clearly see him smirking.
With its extreme speed, Skyfall often misled its slower targets into believing they were hit by light instead. Under normal circumstances, the female human’s two tiered attack should have ensured that the agile Sword Dancer was no longer able to dodge Skyfall. However, it still missed in the end. That was because at the instant that it was about to hit, the Sword Dancer suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist…
Skyfall immediately blew up the ground in front. The female human then came to a half kneeling land in the half meter deep pit she dug, face as devastated as the ground…
Impossible! How did that Sword Dancer even do that?!
From our VIP box, I could clearly see what had happened in that instant.
Just seconds ago, that female human had made the biggest gamble ever. She tossed her buckler away in the direction where she predicted her opponent would be. On this count, I had to applaud her combat senses. While she might not have been as agile as the Sword Dancer, her sharp instincts allowed her to accurately guess where he was going to be next. There was no riskier gamble than this for a fighter like her. If she made the wrong call, she was basically dead meat.
Thankfully for her, this gamble paid off. The Sword Dancer habitually came to strike at the female human’s weak spot, and that made him predictable. Yet even when faced with an unexpected chain of attacks, the Sword Dancer reacted with terrifying agility. In the span of a breath, he blocked the projectile and even blocked the next attack without his vision aiding him.
While it might have seemed like fortuitous happenstance that the buckler so happened to block his eyes, this was all planned by the female human. She had used a special throwing technique with that buckler. It made whatever she threw twist upwards right after being launched. Then, as part of the next step, she launched a crescent-shaped wave of Sword Aura at the Sword Dancer.
Aura Projection… that’s a Four-star Warrior ability.
With his vision blocked, the Sword Dancer had no way to see the Sword Aura attack. However, his wealth of battle experience and insane reflexes still allowed him to dodge the attack.
Then came the final step of the female human’s plan: Skyfall. With no doubt in her mind, the female human launched what she thought was the deciding move. In what had to be the fastest Skyfall she had ever launched in her life, her final move raced towards the Sword Dancer like a bolt of lightning. She clearly intended for this move to kill that Dark Elf as well. However, her speed wasn’t what surprised me, instead it was the golden aura that surrounded her longsword as she prepared to attack!
As a quick refresher, only Five-star Warriors were able to imbue their weapons with their aura in order to increase its strength. That meant this female human was a Five-star!
Unfortunately, despite all her planning, she wasn’t able to anticipate that her opponent would have such a strange technique up his sleeve… he actually flew away in the nick of time as a cloud of black mist!
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Yet this new form did not last very long either. With a speed that a normal human could never hope to match, the black mist flew to the back of the female human, dual longswords floating within it.
A second later, the black mist began to take up a physical form. The tall, lanky frame of that Sword Dancer materialised before the entire colosseum once more. And in that instant, the colosseum exploded, like water into a pot of boiling oil.
The audience members screamed at the top of their voices, yelling out whatever nonsense they could think of, as if this was the only way they could show their unbridled excitement.
“Wooooowww!!!!”
I had to admit, that transformation move was a stroke of genius, and was a perfect example of why these matches could be so invigorating.
However, just because her killing move had failed, did that mean that the female human had given up? No, that look of devastation on her face was all faked. She had never once given up on victory!
The moment she felt a stir in the air from that Sword Dancer materialising, she swung her longsword behind her without any hesitation. That same golden aura that imbued her longsword also made it suddenly elongate by a whole inch at this point.
Yet even this sudden change wasn’t able to faze the Sword Dancer. He merely smirked at her coldly and transformed back into a black mist, reappearing behind her once more.
This time, his transformation was even faster than before, leaving the female human with no time at all to react. Once he had materialised, he immediately followed up with a swift stab to her heart!
But just as that attack was launched, he suddenly changed the direction of his attack, forcefully diverting it towards her legs instead. Then with a twist of his body, he sent a fierce kick flying towards the female human’s back. That kick had nothing held back at all and sent the female human immediately flying away over a dozen meters…
The female human flew through the air like a deflated balloon, finally coming to a tumbling stop some time later. By the time she stopped sliding backwards, her body was covered from head to toe in blood and dirt.
Thanks to her Fighter’s Aura guarding her, she didn’t just die from that kick. But her condition wasn’t good either. As she laid there on the ground coughing out blood, her golden hair flowed to the ground, mixing in with the blood and dirt that covered the ground. Yet even in her ragged state, her eyes held nothing but hatred for the Sword Dancer… seems like there’s a backstory between these two… too bad that glare of hers can’t kill anyone, at least hers isn’t anyway.
The Sword Dancer slowly strolled up to her. In response, the female human tried to get up on her feet. However, her attempt was doomed to failure as the Sword Dancer immediately kicked her on her shoulders. This time, it wasn’t a heavy kick like before. It was more of a warning, telling her to stay down.
“Aren’t you just in a terrible state right now?” The Sword Dancer haughtily gazed down at the female human. “You weren’t even much to look at to begin with, now you look worse. I still don’t get what Lewell sees in you.”
“Sarkath!”
The female human spat out his name in response. Her voice shook with a fury that was reflected in her eyes as well.
“Don’t say my name.” Faced with her all-consuming rage, the Sword Dancer merely furrowed his brows in disgust. “Hearing my name uttered by your lips is an insult. Don’t test my patience.”
“Sarkath!!!”
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“I told you not to say my name!:
“Sarkath! Why won’t you just die!”
As if yelling her hated foe’s name had granted her strength, the female human suddenly struggled to her feet at that point and punched the Sword Dancer known as Sarkath. Her flying fist carried with it all her hatred and her aura combined into one deadly strike that wished for nothing more than Sarkath’s death!
Faced with this powerful punch, the Sword Dancer Sarkath smartly chose not to face it head on. He used that strange movements of his to nimbly swerve to her back before giving her left leg a swift kick.
Still in the process of punching, she wasn’t able to react at all when her leg was suddenly kicked from the back. Her body immediately lost its balance, after which she fell to the ground with a loud crash…
