Published at 9th of November 2020 09:14:07 PM
Chapter 262
RMSBS - Episode 262 . The Beast of Revelation (2)
*C-Clang*
*Baaang*
Countless battles were well under way and the sound of explosions had become the new norm .
Even as the explosions occurred due to the collision of aura, the battle between Pram and Pierrot Mask had reached an equilibrium .
A high-speed battle in which even sound itself could not catch up .
Their swords crossed ceaselessly .
*B-B-B-Bang*
Pram countered the attacks flying in from everywhere and at the same time struck courageously towards Pierrot Mask at every opportunity he could .
‘… I cannot win like this . ’
There were numerous wounds on his body . It was impossible to block all of the attacks, of which there were hundreds and thousands of, from Pierrot Mask .
And as time passed by, the number of wounds increased .
It was an inevitable result .
There was an uncrossable wall between Pierrot Mask, a King-Class swordsman, and Pram, a mere Bishop-Class .
The biggest factor was the total amount of aura available to them .
Pram was lacking in terms of sheer amount of aura, therefore he was at a disadvantage the longer the battle lasted .
The wire penetrated his silver lines and emmenated a whooshing sound as it split the air .
Pram quickly rolled his body to the side .
*Baang*
He barely avoided the attack, but an enormous gap was created due to his huge movement .
It was only for a moment, but as this was a battle of speed, this necessary error was a critical mistake .
*Whoosh*
However, Pierrot Mask did not overcommit to punishing him . He maintained his distance carefully . When Pram drew near, he drew back . He refused to approach past a set distance, even when there was a gap presented .
There was only one reason he was moving that way .
‘He’s wary of my ultimate stab . ’
His stab was probably the best attack Pram had at his disposal .
Quickly striking with a massive accumulation of aura, thoroughly condensed into a single point . This was the only means he had of overpowering Pierrot Mask .
However, Pierrot Mask neutralized the opportunity for Pram to use it by not crossing a fixed range . He consistently wore Pram out while maintaining his distance .
If this continued, Pram’s defeat was inevitable .
Pierrot Mask taunted him .
“You seem nervous . It’s too late anyway . He’s probably already dead . ”
Pram glanced towards the area behind Pierrot Mask . It was covered with something similar to a dark fog .
A Shadow World .
It had appeared, consuming almost the entire Divide Palace .
At the same time, he lost contact with Desir and Adjest . It was proof that they were caught in the Shadow World .
“Your strategies have failed . ”
Pram shook his head .
“… … No, I trust Desir . ”
“Hm . Is that so? Well, this turn of events isn’t too bad . ”
Pierrot Mask jeered at him .
“I wonder what kind of expression he’ll have on his face when he returns and sees your corpse?”
*B-B-B-Bang*
Pram charged in an instant .
He had minimized the amount of aura he had used in the battle, and charged in by strengthening his body with an unexpected surge in power .
*C-C-Clang*
The Clothes Line, which had received an attack above its limit, tried its best to let out a warning before being destroyed .
The wire brushed past Pram and cut him deeply . The trickling blood reddened Pierrot Mask’s wire .
However, his attack had not been one born from futility .
*C-C-Clang*
Pram took an enormous hit, but he had managed to reduce the gap somehow .
*Whisshhh*
The silver line that was spread out everywhere started to coalesce around Pram’s sword .
A high-density, compressed aura .
A huge amount of aura swiftly gathered, an amount which would exceed the tolerance of any sword not made from Blankšum .
Pram, who had reduced the distance between himself and Pierrot Mask, finally let loose the attack he had been waiting so patiently for an opportunity to use .
Pram’s pierce thrust rushed in, tearing the very air apart .
*Crack*
“The reason why I deliberately did not approach you… ”
Pram’s sword penetrated the air while Pierrot Mask pulled out his dagger and slightly bent the trajectory of Pram’s thrust .
It was easy to say, but in reality, this was not an easy task to deflect such a piercing strike of a rapier . Deflecting such a fine point required immense control and finesse .
However, Pierrot Mask, a King-Class swordsman, was able to execute such a move as if it were a trivial task .
There was a wry smile on his face .
“… was because I’m annoyed . ”
Numerous wires flooded in towards Pram .
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The silver line scattered everywhere accordingly . He dashed after Pierrot Mask, who was about to step back once again . If Pierrot Mask was allowed to widen the gap, then it would be impossible for Pram to close it again .
Pram’s vision went fuzzy . He realized he may have made a fatal mistake . Between the blood loss and how much he had overexerted himself, Pram realized he wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer .
The number of wounds increased and the pain accumulated .
*C-Clang*
*Claaang*
Because he approached by overexerting his strength, the situation worsened .
When his last hidden card was destroyed in vain, he started to see the weak point in his swordsmanship .
It was not just a strategy that was blocked .
It felt as though all the efforts he had made over the last few years had been rejected and he was being played around like a fool .
Pram Schneider…
‘… cannot beat Pierrot Mask . ’
Pierrot Mask burrowed into that gap of hesitation .
A sword brushed past Pram’s cheek . Even though he thought that he had escaped narrowly, his cheek stung .
*Drip*
The blood trailing down his jaw was hot .
‘This is my limit . ’
Thoughts came to his mind .
‘Maybe I’ve done my part by buying some time against the King-Class swordsman . ’
He, who had reached Bishop-Class, was able to buy this much time against a King-Class opponent .
‘Have I not done my part? Are these results not excellent, considering I am a mere Bishop-Class?’
‘For all the effort I have put into studying the sword, it was amazing enough that a half-wit like me has endured until now . ’
He only had enough talent to master one technique .
That was why he practiced and honed just that technique .
Any real swordsman would criticise him for artificially inflating his class by taking a shortcut .
He reached this position in this manner, but one could not advance further by focusing on such a narrow path . Pram knew that fact better than anyone .
Even though he was a member of the Starling Party, Pram was different from Desir and Adjest . The best Pram could do was to aid them from the side lines .
But .
‘Am I satisfied with this?’
‘No . ’
Focus .
Pram emptied his mind . Once again, he focused on the tip of his rapier .
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Again, silver lines appeared and began to gather together . Thinking that this was his frantic last-ditch effort, Pierrot Mask sneered .
Suddenly, Pram’s sword sliced Pierrot Mask .
‘… … How?’
The smell of the blood wafted in . Pierrot Mask clicked his tongue lightly .
Pram took a stance and continued rushing him recklessly, as if he was not interested in his reaction .
He poured almost all of his aura into his body and compressed the remaining aura at the tip of his rapier . The sword groaned as his aura approached its limit . The movement of the aura was like that of a flowing river .
‘Higher speed and power . ’
‘I must win . ’
Desir always believed in Pram .
Pram had always been busy following his footsteps .
*Claaang*
This piercing stab was the only thing he excelled at .
It was his only attack that no one could match .
That was why he had been able to advance to this position, higher than anyone else . Therefore, Pram could only continue executing it .
He had to go for it .
A quick attack that, hopefully, not even Pierrot Mask could handle .
*Whoosh*
His stab, which shot out with a whooshing sound, sliced Pierrot Mask in a location near his ribs .
However, Pram was not satisfied with this .
It was not fast enough .
It was not strong enough .
He had to reach the pinnacle, otherwise he would die having failed to perfect a single move .
To hit the target without fail, a mortal blow .
His rapier moved once again .
*Swish*
The first blow approached diagonally .
Pierrot Mask was going to move .
The second blow approached from below .
However, Pierrot Mask did not react .
He was not able to react, to be exact .
The third blow approached head-on .
Beyond the level of an almost non-existent temporal gap, each stab happened simultaneously from three different directions .
*Crrrrack*
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“How on earth are you… ?”
Pierrot Mask stepped back . Crimson red blood flowed down from his pierced shoulder and leg .
He was short of breath .
The fact that he survived was a little short of a miracle .
He, who had reached King-Class, was only able to narrowly escape the penetration of his neck through divine luck .
He uttered with a trembling voice .
“What a monstrous stage you’ve reached . ”
Pram raised his sword instead of answering .
Somehow, it had become easier to move his body .
It was at that moment when he was about to move once again .
*Crraasshh*
Pram and Pierrot Mask turned their heads towards the sound . The dark fog that was covering the Divide Palace cleared and the area had started to return to normal .
Pram’s face brightened up . Desir and Adjest must have cleared the Shadow World safely .
Now, if he took care of Pierrot Mask, the operation would be over . His face livened up as he was caught up in euphoria .
“Ha . ”
Pierrot Mask burst into laughter . He was stumbling as he looked up at the sky .
“Hahahahahahaha . Really . Was that it? I always knew you were a madman, but you’ve really outdone yourself this time . Ahahaha!”
Seeing Pierrot Mask, who was clearly at a disadvantage, laughing convulsively, Pram felt strange .
*Crrrrrrrack*
The sky was cracking like glass breaking . And something started to come out from the crack .
“… … What is that?”
All of a sudden, the whole area became silent .
Pram felt an overwhelming sense of intense pressure from that mysterious something . His body was on the verge of shaking unconsciously .
“By the look of it… ”
Pierrot Mask’s body was slowly becoming buried in the dark and growing dimmer .
“It seems like we’ve won this battle . ”
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