The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 96

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 96

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace 96

The Black Divine Tree (3)

He was a walking disaster.

He was the kind of person you had to worry about sparks flying just by being near him, and someone you had to put your heart and soul into not offending.

Of course, Yoosungwoo might not think so, but that’s how others saw him.

Yoosungwoo wasn’t evil, but he wasn’t exactly good either.

If you had to weigh it, he was probably closer to evil.

He cut down anything that stood in his way and took revenge thoroughly.

So, when he reached the level of Swordmaster, he truly became a living disaster.

When news spread that Yoosungwoo was coming, that his mercenary band was entering the village, people locked their windows and doors.

Just in case they caught his eye.

It wasn’t that Yoosungwoo killed everyone he saw, but the rumors about him were comparable.

That he slaughtered anyone he didn’t like, or that he’d cut off arms for the slightest offense.

Since the exaggerated rumors had spread so widely, Yoosungwoo didn’t bother trying to correct them.

The only ones who didn’t fear him were the strong who possessed comparable power, or his close comrades who knew him well.

Besides, Yoosungwoo had lived for a long time amidst the malice, animosity, and all sorts of evil he’d received from his enemies.

As a result of accepting those things for so long, he was able to delve deeper into those emotions than anyone else.

He understands murderous intent.

He understands animosity.

He understands malice.

That meant he could harbor a deeper murderous intent and animosity than anyone else, and the same went for malice.

Those were also a kind of illusion that his enemies sent to him.

The Swordmaster of Flash, who cuts through illusions, Yoosungwoo was tempered in that way.

When he stood before his enemies, the killing intent that naturally emanated from him made them tremble and lose heart.

He devoured even their illusions and used them as weapons, stripping them of their will to resist.

Therefore, the three people standing before Yoosungwoo now realized to the bone what it meant to become his ‘enemy.’

The reason the three hadn’t feared Yoosungwoo was based on an absolute trust that he would never become their enemy.

So, while they revered him, they didn’t harbor fear in their hearts.

“Get ready.”

The words flowing from his mouth felt heavy.

The air sank thickly, and their hands and feet began to tremble slightly with fear.

The intense killing intent emanating from him swallowed the surroundings and soon tried to control them at will.

They felt the illusion that space was distorting.

It was a delusion of the brain created by the killing intent, animosity, and malice that penetrated their entire bodies.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Yoosungwoo asked.

Every word that flowed from his mouth began to feel terrifying.

The three drew their weapons but could only stare at Yoosungwoo without doing anything.

Even that was only ‘barely.’

They couldn’t even meet his gaze, only keeping their eyes fixed on some part of his body.

“You fools! If you show fear in front of an enemy, death is all that awaits!”

Shouting came from behind Yoosungwoo, from Shua-Niel, who was hiding behind a large rock with only her head showing.

When Yoosungwoo glanced in that direction, her head quickly disappeared.

“If you’re not coming, I’ll go.”

He muttered, and at the same time, his figure vanished.

No, he hadn’t vanished. He was just too fast for the three to follow with their eyes.

Even Baek Woo-Hyun, who controlled lightning belonging to the category of light, couldn’t keep up with his speed.

And the next moment, Yoosungwoo appeared before them.

Appearing in front of Hong Seo-Hwa, who was at the forefront, he swung his red sword.

…Death was closing in.

They felt an irresistible death washing over them like a wave.

A human is powerless before the vastness of nature.

Just as they can’t single-handedly eliminate a tsunami…

The helpless death approached not only Hong Seo-Hwa but also the two nearby.

Death was imminent….

It was a foreign sensation to the three of them.

Even though they had fought battles where their lives were on the line, never so helplessly.

They had never even imagined dying without being able to resist.

‘Am I going to die like this?’

‘Is this what real death is?’

‘Die like this?’

To the point where they even forgot that Yoosungwoo was on their side.

The killing intent he was exuding was real.

If they did nothing, his crimson sword would surely be stained with their blood, shining even more brightly.

The sword gradually approached.

They couldn’t avoid it.

Then, they had to block it.

How?

The three’s thoughts raced, and their vision expanded in an instant.

A desperate, instinctive struggle to survive began in the face of clearly approaching death.

A montage of memories flashed through their minds.

Like a film reel, they looked back on their lives to find a way to overcome the current situation.

And the three soon reached the same conclusion.

Clang-!!

A clear sword sound rang out.

The three swords moved as if overlapping, stopping Yoosungwoo’s sword.

The three swords, adorned with flames, lightning, and water, barely managed to stop Yoosungwoo’s single sword.

“Yes, that’s it.”

However, they couldn’t completely stop his sword.

The sword, which had paused for a moment but began to accelerate again, pushed the three away with tremendous force, sending them flying.

The three crashed to the ground and could only get up after rolling several times.

It was a sword that even the combined strength of the three couldn’t stop.

The three who had been rolling on the ground quickly got up and regained their composure.

If they didn’t do it right, they would die.

What emanated from Yoosungwoo was truly a deep, dark killing intent.

Even if they were comrades who had fought together, even if it was his own younger sibling, they were suspicious that he might really kill them.

“Keep going.”

At Yoosungwoo’s words, the three began to engage in true cooperation.

They fought a battle that wasn’t the half-hearted effort they had been doing so far, but one they had to fight with their lives on the line.

Following Yoo Ji-Woo’s flying magic, Hong Seo-Hwa and Baek Woo-Hyun rushed in and swung their swords.

The blue lightning and the deep red flames merged into one, creating a flash of white light.

Yoosungwoo honestly stabbed and deflected the two swords, then used his hand, not his sword, to deflect the large wave containing the moon that was being slammed down from above a beat later.

“Yes, keep doing that….”

The two who had been pushed back attacked from below.

The swords, full of energy, aimed for the midsection while fully charged with their magic power.

Since Yoosungwoo was attacking the three as if he really wanted to kill them, the two also put all their strength into killing him.

They raised the tension higher than in any fight they had ever had.

However, the moment the two swords touched, Yoosungwoo’s body blurred.

An afterimage. Yoosungwoo was now stabbing his sword not in front of the two, but from the side.

Hong Seo-Hwa barely managed to twist her body to block it, but the impact spread throughout her body.

The ribs on her side, where the impact was concentrated, broke.

“Keuk!”

Hong Seo-Hwa groaned but kept her mind focused despite the pain.

Baek Woo-Hyun immediately jumped in front of her to fill the gap, and Yoo Ji-Woo mixed the Hae Wol Sword [Sea Moon Sword technique] with magic to unleash a large wave at their center.

“Magic and the Hae Wol Sword, not bad. But there’s a limit to the sea created by magic.”

Yoosungwoo’s voice was heard from within the wave, and at the same time, a red light flashed.

The wave split in half.

Not vertically, but horizontally.

A feat that even Moses couldn’t accomplish was happening at the hands of a human.

Of course, it was only a wave, not the ocean.

There was nothing as strange as a wave splitting horizontally.

“You must build your world with your own strength. Building your own world with a single sword. That is the essence of the Swordmaster. Pile it up, pile it up and pile it up to create a world.”

Yoosungwoo muttered, took a long breath, and gripped the hilt of Ilsaeng [his sword] tightly.

Even though he said that, Yoosungwoo hadn’t yet reached that level.

The world of swords, a realm that Swordmasters called the Mangeomsegye (Myriad Sword World) [a personal domain of swords, a concept similar to a mage’s domain but achieved through swordsmanship].

There was a story that only one Swordmaster, who had died thousands of years ago, had reached that realm.

It was just a story that seemed to come out of a legend, so most swordsmen dismissed it as a ridiculous tale.

However, Swordmasters did not think so.

Based on the principle that Archmages construct space through their magic power, they judged that swordsmen could also do so through immense Aura [spiritual energy].

If Swordmasters who had reached a certain level had gathered and shared their enlightenment… it was a realm that could have been realized.

‘I am also in an incomplete realm.’

However, it would be of great help to the growth of the juniors who had begun to walk the path of the sword.

Immense Aura began to flow out of Yoosungwoo.

It was a blood-red Aura.

The power, called by various names such as magic power, karma, mana, and internal energy… spread out from him and changed the scenery.

The sky was dyed red.

The floor, which had been just a stone floor, turned into a blood-soaked meadow.

A red moon rose in the red sky, and things that looked like swords were embedded in the red moon.

It was a desolate world. A meadow full of dry, red grass, and a sky so red it hurt the eyes.

The moon took on a painful shape.

His incomplete Mangeomsegye.

His world, where he still hadn’t grasped what was lacking.

There, Yoosungwoo, holding his sword, looked at the three and opened his mouth.

“The end of the Swordmaster is attributed to the sword. Starting with the sword, ending with the sword. Therefore, only when you finally create a world with the sword….”

You’ll be qualified to be called a Sword God. Destruction is allowed to anyone, but creation is the realm of God.

Yoosungwoo muttered, grabbed Ilsaeng with both hands, and lifted it up.

The three tried to gather their energy to resist, but it didn’t work as they wished.

This place was already Yoosungwoo’s domain.

It was only half-baked, but it was definitely a sword that would reach God.

Yoosungwoo slowly lowered his sword.

At the same time, the moon standing tall in the sky slowly fell.

A different form of death was approaching than before.

Absolutely, absolutely….

It was an unavoidable death.

The moment Yoosungwoo’s sword touched the ground, the field of vision was dyed reddish-white.

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“That was too much, too much. I thought the kids were all going to die.”

“Would I really kill them?”

“Even I, watching from afar, thought you were really trying to kill them….”

The three woke up some time later.

The three had fainted from Yoosungwoo’s last attack.

When they came to their senses, Shua-Niel and Yoosungwoo were talking in front of them.

“They’re still kids.”

“They’re only kids by your standards. Where I was, if you couldn’t pull your weight at this age, you had to die.”

“Still….”

“And this incident must have been a good experience. If you’ve come to your senses, get up. Don’t just open your eyes slightly.”

At his words, the three who had come to their senses raised their bodies.

The world had returned from the terribly beautiful place they had last seen to the original stone floor.

There were traces of monsters approaching nearby, but Yoosungwoo had cut them all down, so they only existed in the form of lumps of meat.

Yoosungwoo looked at the three who had gotten up and said.

It was a somewhat, no, quite shocking statement to them.

“…You guys are much weaker than I thought.”