The Hero Disciple Is Back

67. Competition for a foothold

Battle of the Supermen

Everyone, from the crown prince to all, gathered to watch the duel. The two were looking at each other in the greatest and largest arena.

The two men thought.

The moment we saw each other

They forgot everything.

The orders given by the lord

The desire to be strong

There is nothing left.

All that was left was the wall in front of me.

“Long time no see, old man.”

“I see.”

“I guess you ate something good. Doesn’t your spirits seem sharper?”

“You have truly become a monster.”

“That’s something I don’t want to hear from you, sir. Doesn’t it make sense that someone who is that old and incredibly strong would become even stronger?”

“This is not enough.”

Because his master had the will to win against real monsters. To respond to that will, this was not enough. He had to become stronger. And to do that, he had to defeat the monster before his eyes, and the swordsman could instinctively feel it.

“You’re really greedy.”

As he said that, the mercenary king laughed. He said that the swordsman was greedy, but that was no different. And in order to do that, he could instinctively feel that he had to challenge the huge wall in front of him.

At that moment, the two supermen could feel it at the same time.

They feel like a huge wall between them

That each is trying to use the other as a stepping stone.

That is, both superhumans felt that they recognized each other as competitors. And in competition, there is no such thing as holding hands and laughing and moving forward. What exists is the result of one side being the winner and the other being the stepping stone. And no man, no warrior wants to be the stepping stone. If they get it, it is only natural to want victory, to be the winner.

That is why it was only natural that the two people’s auras were burning hotter than ever at this moment. The opponent he recognized as a rival was trying to use him as a stepping stone. There was no moment that could not be as heated as this moment. Fighting with all his might, breaking the will of his rival, and using him as a stepping stone, he could advance. That was a natural desire for a warrior, an instinct that a warrior could not help but have. That is why the one in this place right now is neither a swordsman nor a mercenary king.

There are only two warriors here, warriors whose sole purpose is to use the human in front of them as a stepping stone and who have that only in their minds.

“start!!!!!”

So as soon as the signal drops

It was natural that the auras of the two people who had raised their auras with full power would clash.

“Ugh!!!!!!”

“Uratcha!!!!!!!!!!!”

Kwakwaaang!!!!!!

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The swordsman recalled the first time he tried to cut a rock with his sword. The Mercenary King’s gauntlets and the Mercenary King’s fists contained within them were incredibly strong.

Kwaaang! Kwaaang!

The arena had already lost its original form after only dividing 10 times. That was how much they had been fighting with all their might from the beginning. Everyone was busy with their mouths wide open and taking it in in their minds at the unbelievable sight. Some people even swallowed dry saliva and stepped back, thinking that the multi-barrier that was used by numerous magicians might break and come here.

Crackle! Crackle!

Auras collide with each other, creating huge waves of energy and leaving huge traces of their immense power in the surrounding area.

“Huh! Shouldn’t his name be changed from King of Mercenaries to King of Fist?”

“What I have in my fist is a sword energy. What kind of a fist king is it? How could I not know if I am the sword king?”

The swordsman commented to the mercenary king, who was blocking his sword with his fist even though he was wearing a gauntlet, as if he was dumbfounded. The mercenary king also spoke to the swordsman as if he was dumbfounded.

“Where did you take that top-notch elixir? Why does your aura shine even brighter than these young guys?”

“That’s what I’m saying, you punk. What’s with the energy density here…!”

“I don’t want to hear that from a guy who seems to have mastered even the highest level of knowledge!”

“I really don’t like you!”

“This is what I want to say!”

It may seem like a childish argument, but it’s not that simple.

Right now, the two are trying to hate each other. They are trying to awaken themselves with hostility toward each other. They are simply building up to the point where they can mobilize all their power solely to defeat the other. Every drop of stamina, every bit of aura, they are preparing to use all their energy except vitality solely to defeat the other, to use the other as a stepping stone.

“Win and accomplish your mission.”

“The winner’s seat is mine!!!!!!!!”

They both spoke at the same time, and the moment they finished speaking became a signal for both of them to release all the energy they had.

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“William”

“Yes, I understand.”

Even without Sarah giving specific instructions, Archmage William understood what she meant and immediately used his barrier magic to create a new barrier over the existing multiple barriers. The multiple barriers, which were used by mobilizing wizards and even ancient artifacts, would not have been broken if ordinary superhumans had collided with them… The problem was that the Swordmaster and the Mercenary King were not ordinary superhumans.

“…Is your inspiration okay?”

Misha looked at the swordsman as if she was worried. Sera couldn’t immediately give a positive answer to that. As expected, the two had a good synergy effect for each other. However, Sera’s expectations were only ‘good stimulation’. She had never expected that they would burn their hearts so earnestly to defeat each other.

But I don’t know about anything else… .

“Look at the face.”

“Face?”

After hearing Sarah’s words, Misha immediately looked at the face of the swordsman. At that moment, she knew. The swordsman’s face was seriously stiff, but his mouth was clearly drawn in a curve.

“Are you laughing…?”

“Because it’s something that can only be enjoyable as a warrior. Meeting the best opponent that you can withstand with all your might, that you can bring out all your strength against, is the very definition of happiness for a warrior.”

For the warrior of infinite regress, it was a feeling he had long since forgotten. However, he knew very well that it was something he could not help but feel strong happiness as a warrior.

Just forgetting everything and focusing only on the enemy in front of them was a hotter and more ecstatic experience than they had imagined. And they felt it in a superhuman state. A superhuman state where they could recognize each minute, each second more clearly and use their strength without reserve. It was truly the most ecstatic experience under the best conditions… It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a fateful moment for those two superhumans that they would never forget in their entire lives.

‘But I don’t know if the arena will hold up.’

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Kwaaahhh!

“Ugh!”

“Eww!”

They split with all their might, but both of them were pushed back without any control by the shock wave.

Dismissed!

The Mercenary King’s gauntlets are cracked.

‘A sword so delicate and eerie that it’s almost terrifying!’

It wasn’t my first time experiencing the sword master’s swordsmanship. However, compared to the sword masters I’ve faced so far… . The sharpness of the swordsmanship of the sword demon was so delicate and sophisticated that it felt like the comparison itself was rude. The sword demon’s enormous aura could only be swung at a single point. It could only be described as a true state of skill.

As a result, even though it was a luxury item that I had worked hard to obtain, the gauntlet could not withstand it and cracked.

Woohoo!

The sword cries.

No, I screamed.

‘What on earth happened to the Aura…?’

It wasn’t just solid, but it was also as sharp as a sword. It felt like I was fighting a legendary sword. If there was a sword that had both the best solidity and sharpness, it would be the legendary sword.

At that moment, the swordsman could sense the fate of his second beloved sword that had been by his side for a long time. There were only two swords that he treasured. The first sword was destroyed during the Demon Sword… … so it was the only sword that remained to him. That was why it was more precious. It was more precious, but… .

‘I’m sorry, but… hang in there!’

To him, a sword was not meant to be hung on the wall. It was not meant to be an ornamental object hung on the wall and used as a hobby. It was meant to be a destined partner to fight together with, so even if his beloved sword were to break in the midst of the ultimate duel… . Even if he were to lose it… .

It would not be a sad thing, but rather a glorious thing.

The sword is there to cut, the swordsman is the one who goes forward with the sword

If so, it would certainly be the greatest glory to devote all your efforts towards the strongest wall.

‘Let’s hang out together until the end.’

“Haaah!!!”

The swordsman filled his beloved sword with aura and ran forward.