The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 279

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 278

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully Episode 278

A Trip to Heaven (4)

Yamata no Orochi, having finished his story, rose from his seat.

“…Then, I suppose it’s time to wrap things up. To complete a sword, a swordsman worthy of wielding it is needed.”

“Does that mean….”

“Before you head to the fifth floor, I will personally be your final trial. If you cannot defeat me, you will not reach Susanoo.”

Yamata no Orochi had spent a long time forging the sword.

However, there was no one to wield it, and he could not defeat Susanoo.

Yamata no Orochi himself could not wield the sword, nor could his child, Shuten-doji.

There were few in this world who could wield the sword he had forged.

But entrusting it to them was too risky.

“Only one who looks in the same direction as I do can wield the sword I have forged.”

Shuten-doji steps back.

As if he knew in advance, he watched his father and Yoo Seong-woo from a distance.

Yoo Seong-woo, realizing what Yamata no Orochi’s trial meant, nodded and stepped back, summoning Ilseong.

As Ilseong’s crimson blade appeared, Yamata no Orochi grinned, revealing his teeth.

“How much bloodshed have you been through! How much blood have you fed that blade for it to turn from white to red!”

He wasn’t shouting in fear at the sight of Ilseong.

Rather, it was a cry of joy, certain that only someone with such a sword could wield his own.

“Now, this is the end! Step over me and go to the fifth floor of Takamagahara [the High Celestial Plain, a prominent location in Japanese mythology]!”

Yamata no Orochi unleashed his divine power from his entire body, pushing Yoo Seong-woo back.

The mighty deity residing on the fourth floor of Takamagahara revealed his power and entered a battle stance.

Yoo Seong-woo did the same.

Standing proudly on the surging water, he gripped Ilseong.

Yamata no Orochi’s body slowly floated into the air.

His long robes fluttered as he summoned dark clouds in the sky, and eight massive dragon heads made of water rose from the eight waterways, glaring at Yoo Seong-woo.

Several lightning bolts struck, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The earth-shattering great monster revealed his divine power and raised his hand.

“Now, little human. Let’s see how far your world can reach.”

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Water dragons surged from all directions.

No, water dragons pressed in from all directions, overwhelming him.

Yoo Seong-woo swung his sword, cutting off the head of one dragon, but the severed head quickly grew back.

‘Damn it.’

Among all the enemies he had faced so far, this was the first time he felt so helpless.

Yamata no Orochi was a true great deity.

Not quite Luna-class, but still an opponent too much for Yoo Seong-woo to defeat head-on.

“Where are you looking!”

With Yamata no Orochi’s shout, the water dragons surged again.

Yoo Seong-woo twisted his body in the air to avoid the water dragons’ charge, then infused his feet with aura and used the water dragons as stepping stones to move.

Drawing dozens of red straight lines in the air, he instantly reached Yamata no Orochi, who was controlling the water dragons.

“Hoo!”

And a smoothly connected strike.

Yamata no Orochi did not dodge, but instead caught the attack with his own hand.

The hand, covered in tough dragon scales, stopped Yoo Seong-woo’s sword, but blood seeped from his hand.

“It easily shatters even a dragon’s scales! Impressive!”

“……”

“But this isn’t all you’ve got, is it! Show me the skill you used to subdue Amaterasu [the Japanese sun goddess], even if it was just for a moment!”

“If you wish!”

Yoo Seong-woo sent the captured Ilseong back, then summoned it again.

At that moment, Yamata no Orochi swung his fist, slamming Yoo Seong-woo into the ground.

Plunged deep into the river, Yoo Seong-woo immediately rose to the surface, instantly beheading the approaching water dragons, then took a long breath and drew up even more aura and divine power.

The energy flowing from him was insignificant compared to Yamata no Orochi, but it was exceedingly pure.

Like a sword forged solely for one purpose, it was beautiful and noble.

Seeing this, Yamata no Orochi grinned widely and shouted.

“Yes! That’s it! Pour everything out, cut me down, and achieve the great feat of slaying a dragon!”

“Too much talk.”

The eight heads soared into the air, then fell towards Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo stared at the eight heads and slowly extended his sword.

Not the overwhelming quick sword he had unleashed on Amaterasu, but a heavy sword imbued with power.

Pit, pit, pit—

A small sound.

The sound of small holes being pierced in the foreheads of the dragons.

However, it was merely a mark.

Subsequently, the small holes gradually grew larger, and a deafening roar covered the sky.

Kwaaaaaang—!!

The heads of the eight water dragons exploded simultaneously.

In the midst of the roar, Yoo Seong-woo became a streak of red light, charging towards Yamata no Orochi.

He unleashed a strike of speed different from before.

A sword like a ray of light that pierced through even Yamata no Orochi’s mighty divine power.

He managed to block the sword with his hand covered in dragon scales, but Yoo Seong-woo’s sword did not stop this time.

Ilseong slipped out of Yamata no Orochi’s hand like a snake, then swung at his neck.

Yamata no Orochi could not react. That was how divine Yoo Seong-woo’s technique was, deceiving even the eyes of the gods.

“Cough!”

Ilseong struck Yamata no Orochi’s neck directly.

But it did not cut through. Before he knew it, dragon scales had risen to cover his neck.

“Tch!”

“Not yet!”

Sharp dragon claws fell towards Yoo Seong-woo.

The claws, protruding from Yamata no Orochi’s burly hand, tore through space, reaching for his neck.

Yoo Seong-woo twisted his body in the air again.

The only thing he had over Yamata no Orochi was his technique, so he extended Ilseong to deflect the claws to the side, then thrust another strike.

Yamata no Orochi’s neck was not severed by two strikes.

Therefore, Yoo Seong-woo dodged his attacks again, extending his sword towards the same spot.

One mistake would send him straight to the Sanzu River [the Japanese equivalent of the River Styx].

Since there was hell beneath Takamagahara, it could be seen as a free pass.

“Kugh!”

A groan erupted from Yamata no Orochi.

He defended himself by grabbing his neck with his bare hands, then summoned the regenerated water dragons with his other hand.

“Not yet, not yet! Still not enough! More, more! More!”

The water dragons bit Yoo Seong-woo’s limbs, dragging him into the river.

Swinging Ilseong to shake off the water dragons, he did not immediately rise to the surface, but instead swung his sword to create a vortex.

Instantly creating a massive current in the flowing river, he surged up with the vortex.

The vortex he created soon became a massive tornado, turning into a sharp spear aimed at Yamata no Orochi.

“Something like this!”

The water dragons severed the middle of the tornado, trying to deal with Yoo Seong-woo inside as well.

However, Yoo Seong-woo was not inside the torn tornado.

Only a sword was floating there.

“……?!”

While Yamata no Orochi was flustered, the sword flew towards him on its own.

It flew towards his tightly closed neck, tracing the same trajectory Yoo Seong-woo had drawn.

“Over here.”

And while Yamata no Orochi was blocking Ilseong, which had started auto-hunting, with one hand, a voice was heard from above.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had approached without a sound, placed both feet on his shoulders and reached out to grab his horns.

“W-where are you grabbing!”

Yamata no Orochi was in trouble. If he let go of his hands to remove Yoo Seong-woo, the automatically moving sword would aim for his neck.

“Hmph!”

Strength entered Yoo Seong-woo’s arms, and he flipped Yamata no Orochi’s body over.

The positions of heaven and earth were reversed.

In the reversed world, Yoo Seong-woo gathered his aura and slammed him down into the river with both hands.

Then, grabbing Ilseong, he poured out sword energy like rain.

The sharp sword energies that flew through the air pierced the river, parting the water.

However, none of those sword energies pierced Yamata no Orochi’s body.

“Hoo……”

As Yoo Seong-woo landed on the river and exhaled a hot breath, rain began to fall from the sky.

Thick, heavy rain.

Rain with a rainfall so heavy that one could not see an inch ahead, gradually raising the water level of the river.

Yoo Seong-woo watched the rising water level and took a stance.

“He’s coming.”

And then, eight large pillars of water began to rise from the river.

The appearance revealed after all the water columns fell was not water dragons, but true dragons.

The true form of the great monster Yamata no Orochi was revealed.

“…A real monster.”

Yamata no Orochi, revealing his divine power and true form, was truly a monster.

As if to show all the majesty of a great deity, he unreservedly scattered his divine power and opened his mouth wide.

-This is also part of the tempering process.

Light poured from the eight wide-open mouths.

Dragon breath.

The dragon’s roar poured out with the momentum to melt all the river water.

“Ha, I’m going crazy.”

Yoo Seong-woo looked at the beam of light with tremendous heat pouring towards him and chuckled as if he was dumbfounded.

He had experienced dragon breath several times so far, but this was on a different level.

He quickly summoned Samjeong, stuck it into the ground, and hid behind it.

He had even cut through Amaterasu’s light, but this was twice as powerful as what he had experienced then.

He injected plenty of divine power into Samjeong to increase its strength, and even pulled out the tree roots made of divine power from the water to set up as a shield.

-Why do you only summon me at times like this! I am a sword! Not a shield!

“Just bear with it for a moment!”

-Aaa! Aaaaa!! I miss Veronica so much!!!

“Shut up, you bastard!”

Soon after, the breath that completely dried up the river covered him.

A heat that felt like his entire body was melting.

The surrounding river water had already dried up, and the ground was burning.

Samjeong was working hard to block it, but it didn’t seem like it would last long.

Yoo Seong-woo, sitting with his back against Samjeong, bit his lip to avoid losing consciousness in the heat.

How long had it been?

Yoo Seong-woo, who had barely endured, rose from his seat.

His clothes were completely burned, and his hair and other hairs were barely maintaining their shape.