30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?!-Chapter 299: A Knight’s Courage Knows No Recklessness (10)
[[Viiiiiiing!]]
Like the wings of a bee, which flap over two hundred times per second, knights who have attained Sword Resonance typically generate over two hundred vibrations per second in their blades.
Of course, that was just the average.
The higher a knight's level and the more skilled they became at wielding Sword Resonance, the faster the vibrations grew—some surpassing even a thousand per second, earning them the title of Master Knights.
To an observer, it would resemble the high-frequency blades seen in science fiction films.
This was why Sword Resonance—or Sword Echo—had been considered an essential milestone for swordsmen across tens of thousands of years.
Achieving Sword Resonance didn’t make one invincible, but in life-or-death combat, it was often the defining factor between survival and annihilation—
The one decisive strike that could turn the tide of battle.
That was why Resonance was a force to be reckoned with.
Even in the modern era, where Aura Manifestation and Sword Qi had become dominant techniques, Sword Resonance remained irreplaceable.
If Sword Qi was like an unfathomable abyss, with an unknown endpoint—
Then Sword Resonance was like a mountain, a skill that could be steadily climbed with continuous effort.
And so—
‘My Sword Resonance was vibrating at five thousand times per second, right?’
The harder one struggled, the more Resonance amplified exponentially.
A knight who struggled more than anyone—who fought more desperately than anyone—could generate five times the resonance of other Master Knights.
Of course, that wasn’t an exact calculation.
It might have been less.
Or... it might have been more.
But right now—
‘The vibrations... have increased?’
At this moment, his Resonance was stronger than it had ever been.
Spreading Resonance across his entire body rather than limiting it to a sword created far more vibrations.
Roughly twice as many—over ten thousand vibrations per second.
Even Ihan himself felt that he had created something insane.
The name Bulletproof Qi Technique might suggest it was purely for defense—
But in reality, it didn’t just block attacks.
It shattered the enemy completely.
‘...I can’t use it for long, though.’
Ihan shrugged lightly.
At most, he had about ten minutes.
If he went beyond that...
‘My body will melt.’
This wasn’t like Diamond Body—
This was a double-edged sword.
He had wrapped himself in the deadliest of blades—
And if he lost control, his body would disintegrate before anyone could even find his remains.
However—
‘Ten minutes, huh?’
Boom!
‘That’s more than enough.’
***
BOOM!
This time—
Ihan moved first.
Fwoooosh—!!
With the burst of Shadow Step, his body shot forward like the wind, charging straight at Ninsubur.
“Hm!”
Ninsubur’s face hardened as he immediately dodged.
He refused to engage head-on.
‘It’s dangerous, but as long as I don’t touch him, I’ll be fine.’
No matter how deadly that technique was, it was useless if it didn’t connect.
And in terms of speed and skill, he still held the absolute advantage.
Avoiding it was no problem at all—
Bang! Boom! BOOM!
“—Just because you’re faster than me doesn’t mean you can move freely.”
“!!?”
Ihan’s Shattering Strike—his most trusted technique—
Wasn’t used to attack this time.
Instead, it was used to block every possible escape route.
If he couldn’t match his speed—
Then he would simply seal off every direction Ninsubur could move in.
It was a simple strategy.
But right now, it was devastatingly effective.
For one full second—
Ninsubur’s movement was restricted.
And to some, one second might seem insignificant—
Fwsh!
“Got you.”
To others, it was everything.
SHRIIIIIP!
“!!?!”
Ihan’s massive hand seized Ninsubur’s face—
And slammed him into the ground.
BOOOM!
Brutally.
“Ugh...!!”
But the pain Ninsubur felt wasn’t just from hitting the ground.
He barely reacted to external physical impact—
But this—
Chiiiiiiiik!
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The moment Ihan touched him, it was like razor-sharp sawblades were shredding his flesh apart.
Shlk!
And the more Ihan struck him—
The more his skin was ripped apart, his blood poured out, and his bones became exposed.
But—
Fwoosh!
No matter how gruesome the wounds—
A divine body simply regenerated.
As if those injuries were nothing.
“You little brat—!”
Fwsh!
Fully healed, Ninsubur wrenched himself from Ihan’s grasp, fury surging through him.
And immediately, he resumed his barrage of relentless attacks—
But.
Shluk!
...This time, the one getting injured was Ninsubur.
“!”
“A brat, huh? Well, if your biggest strength is gone, doesn’t that make you the real amateur here?”
Thunk!
Somehow—
A hand axe was now buried in Ninsubur’s shoulder.
It wasn’t that Ninsubur had failed to track Ihan’s movements.
Rather—
“I told you. It won’t work anymore.”
Ihan had deliberately taken the hit.
And in the same moment—
He had simply thrown an axe at him.
A simple principle.
If the enemy was attacking, all he had to do was endure and counter.
Well—
Crack!
Only someone insane enough to use a technique like Bulletproof Qi could actually pull it off.
Right now, Ihan’s entire body was a weapon.
No matter where his opponent touched, they would be shredded apart.
Like a buzzsaw, grinding away flesh—
Or a hedgehog, covered in razor-sharp micro-blades.
Except—
Chiiiiik!
“!!!?”
The pain was exponentially worse.
Sword Resonance wasn’t just about vibrating a blade.
It was a martial technique that radiated the essence of the sword itself.
And Bulletproof Qi was Ihan manifesting his own essence—
Turning his very existence into a destructive force.
And in that sense—
“Grit your teeth.”
KWAANG!!
It was tougher.
It was more destructive than anything.
“Ugh...!!?”
Ninsubur barely held back a scream.
But his face stiffened.
His body trembled.
Because when Ihan’s strike landed—
The force within Ihan himself seeped into Ninsubur’s body.
It was like a black stain spreading across a pristine white canvas.
Chiiiiik!!
Normally—
No matter what force was used, it should have been impossible to corrupt a god’s body.
But unfortunately for him—
His opponent had reached the state of Unbreakable Will.
And the moment that destructive energy, which should have dispersed, was compressed by his will—
As if forming a permanent, unerasable scar—
Fwoooosh!
[Ninsubur!? Your arm—it's burning!]
“......”
[Ninsubur!! You’re winning, right?! You’re winning... right?!]
“...Forgive me, my Lord.”
Because today—
He could no longer fulfill his god’s will.
***
With Bulletproof Qi and Unbreakable Will merging together, Ninsubur’s left arm was now engulfed in flames. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Ihan didn’t fully understand why this was happening.
But one thing was clear—
‘It’s a /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ good sign for me.’
Just when he thought the tide had finally turned in his favor—
“...I acknowledge it. You are a powerful warrior.”
“...?”
“The destructive force radiating from your combat essence—no, your human power—is mixing with the Light of Heroes, suppressing my regeneration. Impressive.”
“The Light of Heroes? The hell is that?”
“It’s the very power you’re wielding right now. The threatening force that all those called ‘heroes’ awaken to. I see there are still warriors in this era who command it.”
“...Unbreakable Will.”
“So, in this age, the Light of Heroes is called Unbreakable Will.”
“......”
For a brief moment, Ihan felt it—
A flicker of envy in Ninsubur’s eyes.
As if... he longed to wield Unbreakable Will.
“...Ah.”
“What’s with that look?”
“Oh, I get it now. You died before you could ever awaken it.”
“......”
“That’s why you didn’t know. That’s why you couldn’t counter it. That’s why you lost.”
“...Hmph. Despite your appearance, you’re quite perceptive.”
“...Great. Now even an ancient warrior is calling me that.”
It had been bothering him.
Why would a warrior of this caliber fight purely with physical strength and martial skill, without Unbreakable Will?
‘He never learned it. No—he died before he could.’
Maybe he died in his teenage years.
Or even before that.
But his soul remained, so all he could do was refine his martial arts.
Still—
‘He’s ridiculously strong even without it.’
He was once called the greatest warrior of his era.
That meant he had already defeated all the strongest fighters of his time—while still a teenager.
‘A short-lived prodigy.’
Ihan knew this better than anyone—
If he had failed to execute Bulletproof Qi, he never would have beaten this man.
That was how formidable he was.
That was how overwhelming he was.
But even so, the fight was over.
Victory had tilted in Ihan’s favor.
Now, all that was left was—
“Do you know why my god was called the God of War—not just the God of Battle?”
“...What?”
“It’s because he always fought wars that he could win.”
“??”
“I acknowledge it. Even if I take up a weapon, I cannot defeat you. And so—”
Fwsh!
“—I will abandon battle and focus solely on war.”
...In an instant—
Ninsubur was gone.
He hadn’t disappeared with untraceable speed.
He hadn’t moved faster than the eye could follow.
He had simply—
“...That bastard ran away?”
Abandoned his pride, abandoned everything—
And sprinted away at full speed.
...It was, honestly, baffling.
