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[Real-time Kariri vs No Name]
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7,947 (NoName) vs 6,650 (Kariri Ch.)
It’s been just 30 minutes since the broadcast started, and NoName is cut off!
[Comments]
-Kariri is totally dead lol
└ What do you expect from someone who rose to fame through mindless collaboration lol
└ Switching tactics from the Streamer Gallery lol Back then, they were going crazy about joining streams with celebrities like LK and Kim Woo Joo.
└ When? Was it back when it was terraformed by the virtual beings? That was just the dark age of the Streamer Gallery.
-Seriously, it’s like they’ve become has-beens.
└ How is getting 6,000 viewers on a weekday being a has-been?
└ They’ll be here in a second lol
-The placement test for the top power ranking? Sounds delicious, doesn’t it?
-No Name just surpassed 10,000 viewers.
└ Really?
-How are they going to handle 130,000 combat power!
-They’d win even if they randomly throw out heals lololol
-Kariri has truly reached the point of letting go…
└ Oh no, has it fallen apart?
-I remember when the mayor of Seoul said that high ginseng is better than low ginseng, and medium better than high.
└ Whoa…!
└ They absolutely must not mention that person.
The castle walls originally served to effectively block external enemies trying to enter the city and simplify the nature of battle.
Particularly, walking along the high castle walls can make one feel entirely separated from the world inside.
Below, soldiers’ weapons entwine, producing sharp metallic sounds, and the occasional screams of soldiers recreate the horrors of hell.
But that was just for a moment.
Bang-!
A massive explosion intensified the frenzy of slaughter, and the battle became even more fierce, but the entrenched frontlines showed no signs of moving.
[dudrhkd: Only one healer in a narrow path? Lucky me.]
At the end of the narrow path made by the castle walls, a knight raised a great sword high.
The blade, sharp enough to cut through even fluttering leaves in the wind, slowly pointed forward.
The clear sword was as if declaring a challenge, crossing sunbeams and sea breezes.
In a place where no voice could be heard, the knight clad in silver armor, elaborate helm, even utilized chat to send me a message.
[dudrhkd: Hurry up and pull out a secondary weapon. It’s no fun just grabbing them, right?]
Hah.
Allowing the enemy to have an advantage is something a knight should never do.
With my hand inserted between the geometric shapes of the basket-hilt, I decided to hold it differently this time.
The cold wind slipped through the interlaced hilt like branches, awakening a chilling sensation in my hand.
Due to one side of the wall completely collapsing, an unusual amount of wind was rushing this way.
In this battlefield, there strangely exists a ‘falling to death’ condition.
Perhaps what the Nightmare difficulty wanted to show us players was this aspect. Memories of the Observatory resurfaced.
I accepted the gaze of the knight rushing at me with my whole body and naturally slowly walked forward.
The speed didn’t decrease.
That a knight with double my health was charging ferociously at a priest was quite obvious in intent.
There was no sign of respect in the movement at all.
I would have thought differently if the emotions he showed were awe or fear.
“Grah!”
A straightforward, but slightly faster downward slash came rushing toward me.
The powerful attack could reach me in an instant, making it dangerous.
Thus, I dared not take my eyes off that great sword.
I endured until the very last moment and swiftly wielded the Schiavona diagonally at the final instant.
The opponent, assuming that if I faced him head-on, I’d never know defeat, continued his attack until the end, and only that careless judgment barely succeeded in making a shallow cut on my shoulder.
Yeah, barely.
“Huh?”
The trajectory of the great sword altered.
Instead, it dug deeper into the knight, whose center of gravity had shifted forward.
Now it was close enough that we could see each other’s eyelashes.
“Goodbye.”
The Schiavona, a sword known for its spatial control and freedom of rotation.
In an instant, the pommel of the sword spun halfway and struck the knight’s stomach, immediately grabbing him by the collar and pushing him off the ledge nearby as I bid farewell.
“This bastard!”
“I won’t fight you.”
-Crazy dog, bitch crazy dog
-That guy charging in again is something else lololol
-Isn’t it more insane that NoName fell seven times?
-Just mix it up with one hit!!!!!
The man merely wished to have a fair duel.
[dudrhkd: Let’s not fall to death and have a proper one-on-one fight.]
I cautiously approached so as not to be ridiculous like before, but the priest didn’t even move an inch from their spot.
Ignoring, and a true disregard at that, the knight shorted his sword.
The priest, who had given up on facing me like before, dodged expertly, but the knight charged in without giving any gaps.
He wouldn’t make the mistake of making a strong attack.
I swung a short swing not remembering how many times I had previously done it, but the priest was able to parry it successfully, and it was a moment of marvel.
“Here again. Goodbye.”
“Wait? What?!”
The priest slid sideways and swung the Schiavona in a large arc.
The male instincts honed over years moved the great sword vertically.
Clang—
A sound that provided an odd and satisfying feeling of success rang out, signaling a successful parry.
The priest flew far away and crashed against the wall across.
“Good, I succeeded…!”
But, beneath the knight’s feet, there was no ground to support him.
That was the second falling to death condition.
“You really suck at gaming.”
“…”
The user who wielded the sword exceptionally was no ordinary player. This time, the knight, having accurately self-reflected, discarded their sword instead.
They aimed to sacrifice health and resort to boxing.
“Goodbye.”
“Why? Whywhywhywhywhy!?”
In an instant, their body floated as the sky become earth and the ground became sky.
A character of hefty proportions soared that easily, challenging her once more.
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
“Can’t you understand Korean? Goodbye.”
“Au revoir.”
“Damn it!”
The seventh falling to death.
At this point, victory or defeat in the game was irrelevant.
The woman didn’t even seem inclined to mix swords.
0/7/0.
The stats that emerged just ten minutes after the game started were cruel beyond belief.
Meanwhile, the woman seemed to have picked up over 10 kills during this time.
She didn’t retreat until the very end.
If she had bought items and leveled up her stats, she would have given up on breaking through the castle walls and attacked the base through a detour.
However, this passage had become a battleground testing the man’s pride.
He did not desire to simply learn to say goodbye in multiple languages.
“Phew…”
Ironically, feeling too excited, I sensed my head cooling down.
The slowly approaching knight raised his great sword high into the sky,
Bang!
The great sword of significant mass fell beneath the woman’s feet.
The great sword embedded deep into the ground cracked the sturdy castle floor.
The knight, having settled his breath, rested his left hand on the sword’s handle while his right hand rested near his heart, declaring his will.
“Goodbye? No, I’m coming back here until I defeat you.”
Knowing full well that having died seven times, the knight had already become a useless presence in this game.
Even if he devoted the next 10 minutes solely to growth, he might remain useless until the game ended.
However, he was a person who had experienced many victories and defeats in the World of Arcelia.
He knew through countless experiences that no matter how many losses one faced, the one who wins the last battle is always the one who can savor the sweet fruits of a comeback.
“Do you think I’ll just give up like this?”
Furthermore, the anger that boiled up after falling seven times wouldn’t easily extinguish.
No matter how many times he fell, he was determined to make this bastard wield a sword properly,
With that resolve, he tossed his helmet to the ground and drew the great sword.
“Welcome back.”
“…?”
The woman brought her sword forward.
By lowering her center of gravity and firmly fixing her back foot to the ground, the earth shifted slightly.
“Ha, now you’re fighting me for real, aren’t you?”
“I was just finally holding my stance. That’s why.”
“Was ‘holding a stance’ supposed to mean your mindset?”
By now, through leveling up, the priest’s health and attack power had risen to that of a knight.
At this moment, it was the fairest fight possible.
With a determined spirit, the knight took a deep breath and set his eyes ablaze.
The blades wielded by the two swordsmen crossed and clashed, creating a fierce and sweltering sound.
This time, neither side broke or bounced back.
An attack aiming to pierce the knight’s right thigh was blocked.
The great sword trying to slice through the priest’s upper body lost its direction and deflected.
The swords were quickly retrieved back toward each other and prepared for the next movement.
Clang-!
And then the two swords clashed once again in the center.
In between, it felt as if sparks were flying in a struggle to consume each other.
Neither could take a breath or blink.
The rapidly changing circumstances of battle brought them to a peak where all senses converged.
As they properly mixed swords and the breath tightened, the knight finally realized.
All of his movements were being read.
While the knight’s great sword was undoubtedly slower, the one-handed sword of the priest was much faster, yet this resilient woman did not carelessly reach out her arms. She seemed to be waiting for her own collapse.
The knight released all the breath he had been holding since the fierce battle.
“Ah… Hahaha… Ahhhh! I’m really enjoying this game! It’s because of this that I can’t quit!”
The child, who listened to that laughter, remained unfazed.
The knight stepped forward and hurriedly retrieved the great sword.
The assumption that a direct confrontation would work out was a misjudgment, but the woman appeared to be proficient in hand-to-hand combat as well.
He had no choice but to lure her into a mistake to get her sword away from her.
Confirming that the priest’s gaze was firmly fixed on his arm and shoulder, the knight crouched down like a serpent and swung his arm widely.
A simple strong attack. To the priest, just one hit would be fatal, but this fearless woman would attempt to parry once more.
In reverse, at the very last moment, the knight to cancel his attack and take the initiative, only to find his eyes filled with astonishment.
‘Is she not moving?’
Contrary to the knight’s expectations, the priest didn’t take any action at all.
If only he had changed his mind and thrust the sword as it was, he could have claimed that beautiful woman’s neck, and yet she remained still.
‘Could it be that she read this far?’
However, the plan that had been ingrained in his mind’s simulation set could not be canceled.
Whoosh—
The voluntary cancellation of the strong attack made the great sword wander through the air, and instantly, a sharp Schiavona shot through, brutally tearing at the knight’s abdomen.
The knight, who spewed forth blood, knelt down and used both arms to brace against the ground, ultimately bashing his head against the cold, hard bricks.
His heart raced, but it wasn’t because he had fallen from a great height.
It was because he had the expectation that he would be able to have such a fierce and satisfying battle once again.
“Hahaha, you’re really good! I’ll be back, so just wait here.”
