Battle Race in the Fantasy World

EP.127 We Decided to Call This a Disaster

The nature of the battle had changed. To be more precise, the atmosphere had changed.

At first glance, Arcane was clearly dominating.

He was still using his magic to create waves, fiercely pushing Kyle back.

Each collision resulted in injuries, a blow that shook the internal organs.

Considering that ordinary blades couldn’t even scratch Kyle’s body.

The waves coming now are clearly at a level that could threaten even the top 10 strongest.

Swoosh! Swoosh!-

Every wave hits Kyle with pinpoint accuracy.

Precisely, without a single error, enough to hinder his movements!

But the expression of Arcane, the Wave Tamer, was not good.

Rather, it became more and more distorted as time passed.

‘What’s with that guy? What the hell is he?’

He was the one attacking, and the opponent was the one being attacked.

He was the one dealing damage, and conversely, the opponent was the one accumulating damage.

But why, why is it the opponent who’s getting closer, and he himself who’s retreating?!

‘The waves are definitely pounding him. Even if his body is fine, his internal mana flow should be completely paralyzed, cutting his power in half! But, but why is he so unaffected!’

Gritting his teeth, Arcane moved the battlefield to a wider area.

Perhaps he had been unconsciously holding back out of concern for the islanders.

With that thought, he moved the battlefield outside where there was nothing to worry about.

“Torrent!”

Another wave raised by the Wave Tamer as he gritted his teeth.

A massive surge of water rises, threatening to swallow everything in its path and drag it out to sea.

If the Empire’s top 10 were here, they would have fled in terror.

It’s an attack that deals enough damage to hinder combat, so that’s only natural.

Swoosh!!-

“Woohoo!!”

But Kyle, he just faces even that wave head-on and takes another step forward.

“You crazy bastard!”

A crude curse escapes Arcane’s lips.

He can’t help it. He’s launching his best attacks, but.

The opponent isn’t even trying to dodge, just taking all the hits and coming closer.

He’s not even enduring the pain, gritting his teeth as he closes the distance.

He’s charging in with strange shouts of joy.

His face is full of ecstasy. It’s enough to make one feel eerie just looking at it.

Even though he’s bleeding from the waves, even though his insides must be shaken up, he doesn’t care.

‘What kind of freak is he, seriously!’

Arcane gritted his teeth, but he had no other choice.

In the end, he had to keep retreating even though he was the one attacking.

It was truly absurd, but he had no choice.

The relentless waves, and the man who keeps facing them head-on.

In this chase, it was ultimately the waves that ran out first.

‘No more. My mana is almost depleted.’

He had raised so many large waves that his mana was almost exhausted.

If he had time, he could recover sufficiently, but now he didn’t even have a second to spare.

Even as he was thinking this, that young man named Kyle, no.

That monster was laughing “Haha!” and continuing to close the distance!

Swish-.

He withdraws his mana after the final wave.

The remaining mana must now be used solely for wielding his sword.

The fortunate thing is that the condition of the opponent who has rushed right up to him doesn’t look good.

Even on the surface, his condition doesn’t look normal, and internally it must be even worse.

Although he can no longer summon waves, it doesn’t matter.

His body must be heavy and waterlogged from those waves, so there’s plenty of opportunity!

Clang!-

“…Huh?”

A reflexive, incredulous exclamation escapes.

He swung his sword, and the opponent swung his fist.

Why is the sword being deflected instead of cutting flesh?

Gritting his teeth, Arcane quickly stepped back.

And he succeeded in slashing at the side, aiming for a blind spot.

‘It went in.’

He felt something being cut. He clearly felt it at his fingertips.

Even if he couldn’t slice through to the internal organs, there should be quite a lot of bleeding.

Just slowly applying pressure like this is enough.

There was a brief mishap, but there’s no need to be impatient.

He has the advantage. The opponent has already taken a lot of damage.

Even though he defeated the Three Heroes, he’s just an inexperienced youngster.

He charged in recklessly, relying only on his strength, so the result is obvious.

‘Stupid kid. I’m different from those Three Heroes you faced. That guy tried to betray his homeland and rely on the Empire, but I will fight against the Empire until I die.’

Perhaps if Mathieu had heard this thought, he would have shouted in protest.

It wasn’t betraying the alliance, but the only way to save it.

The hardliners had distorted that intention and passed it on strangely.

‘One more time.’

He aims for the opposite thigh to disrupt the balance.

If lucky, he might be able to slice through the muscle.

Even if not, forcing bleeding isn’t a bad outcome.

He cuts. Cuts again. And again. Swinging the sword without stopping.

Even the thickest tree will fall if you keep chopping at it with an axe.

It’s the same. There’s no difference when it comes to people.

No matter how strong they are in this world, they’re still made of flesh, bone, and blood.

If you keep cutting and cutting, they’ll eventually run out of strength and collapse on their own.

Yes. They must collapse on their own. It’s natural for them to fall. They must fall…

‘No, wait a minute.’

Something’s off. It’s strange. He’s clearly cut dozens of times, but the opponent is fine.

Come to think of it, contrary to his expectation of a pool of blood on the floor, there was nothing.

Rather, it’s he who’s out of breath. He’s the one who’s tired.

“…Is that it?”

Kyle, who had been silently enduring Arcane’s attacks, tilts his head.

He looks extremely disappointed. He’s muttering that this isn’t right.

‘This isn’t child’s play. As if scratching the skin a bit would make any difference.’

The Wave Tamer, true to his nickname, his wave was quite impressive.

It still feels like his insides are twisted. It’s burning and throbbing.

It’s exactly like that feeling of acid reflux he had before, you know, before the possession.

It wasn’t just simple magic. It was a technique personally devised by someone on par with the 10 Strengths.

It may look like nothing on the surface, but once you’re hit, the damage is considerable.

Especially impressive was how it showed almost no external signs, yet slowly crumbled the insides.

It’s a fresh technique. No wonder his overall expectations rose.

He was even looking forward to the moment when mana would run out and they’d have to compete with physical abilities.

What kind of skills would he show? The ‘magic’ part of ‘magic swordsman’ was impressive.

If the ‘sword’ part was just as good, he might even consider mitigating that assassination talk.

But what Kyle actually faced was a sword that paled in comparison to the magic.

‘To be precise, it’s not even about swordsmanship. His stamina is terrible. Even Sir Mathieu wasn’t like this.’

The ability to handle both sword and magic, manipulating mana. Yeah, he’ll give him that.

Even to him, a layman when it comes to magic, it was truly an outstanding skill.

The swordsmanship itself is also somewhat impressive. Although there were no fatal wounds, it was passable.

But why, oh why! Is his body so devoid of strength!

Did he use too much mana? Is this an MP all-in? So what if it is?

Can’t he move his muscles without mana? No! Mana is mana! Muscles are muscles!

If it doesn’t work after giving it your all, you should push through with physical strength, not pant and wheeze from exhaustion!

How can someone like this be called a 10 Strengths level powerhouse!

It’s not like he properly landed a hit like with Mathieu.

He patiently took all the attacks, waiting for him to do more.

It’s not like the fight with Captain Priscilla where both sides were exhausted.

He’s fine, but what on earth did that guy do to be already tired!

‘This is infuriating.’

It’s like placing a barbell on thick trapezius muscles, ready for a nice squat.

Then suddenly, someone comes and removes all the plates from the bar.

Yeah, that’s exactly how it feels. After all the anticipation, tension, and preparation.

Suddenly, all the energy drains away, leaving you not just dumbfounded, but irritated.

‘This isn’t right. Really, how did he get called a 10 Strengths level powerhouse with this?’

You can tell at a glance. He probably thought his waves and sword were enough.

He must have kept honing his techniques, but overestimated his physical capabilities.

Thinking this level was enough. That he could sweep away the rest with his waves!

It’s so ridiculous that he can’t help but mutter to himself.

“…Damn. The old gardener at our house probably has better stamina.”

After seeing his supreme technique, he expected to engage in a physical dialogue.

But digging into that technique revealed nothing but poor stamina.

Kyle, sighing, launched his body again.

Despite taking all the attacks so far, and continuing to move throughout.

He showed no signs of fatigue. If anything, he seemed even more energetic than at the start.

“Guh?!”

In contrast, Arcane had noticeably slowed down.

Naturally, he couldn’t dodge the massive fist flying straight at him.

Kwang!-

The Wave Tamer, no, the man who ‘was’ the Wave Tamer, flails on the ground where he’s been planted.

Kyle, looking at him pitifully, shook his head.

Drop the ‘Wave’ title. What kind of wave gets tired and stops after hitting dozens of times?

He had imagined waves that would keep crashing until death, something like that.

The reality was just a slightly bigger ripple that tired itself out and became calm.

“Kheuk! Gehek!”

With mana long depleted and pain chilling him to the bone, he felt like he was going mad.

Arcane barely managed to gather his wits and stand up.

He had thought Kyle was just an exceptionally strong youngster for his age.

Thinking all he could do was clash, so he just needed to break him before that.

Just like how even the largest boulder would crack if hit by waves long enough.

‘…I was mistaken.’

But that wasn’t it. He had it completely wrong.

He wasn’t the wave. What he thought was a wave was just a momentary ripple.

‘That guy was the wave.’

From afar, it looked like just white foam, so he thought it was nothing.

But it was the kind of wave that could swallow anything at any time.

“I’ve lost interest. I’ll just hit you as much as that nonsense you spouted earlier and be done with it.”

That wave swallows him, this entire Pardal Island, whole.

Ah, yes. Now he understood. This was a disaster.