The opponent I faced in the finals goes by the nickname [W.S-Wild].
Their main weapon in VRS was a hefty Claymore.
In Deron, they chose the Warrior class, selecting Highlander Rank 2 and Berserker Rank 2.
Except for one rank in their class, they matched me in every setup.
Even the weapon they wielded was the same.
As I moved into the Arena, I could see my opponent across from me.
They stood silently, gazing at me with the long blade resting on their shoulder, giving me a familiar feeling.
Perhaps it was the pressure of the finals. I felt my grip tighten around my sword.
[Match Start]
After a brief waiting period, the match began.
However, my opponent did not move from their spot. It seemed they were merely observing how I would act, keeping their sword trained on me.
This was an opponent who had made it to the finals. Just as I had analyzed the videos of professional players for counter strategies, they too must have reviewed my recorded battles to devise their plan.
Wild. A contender who reached this stage without a single defeat.
From what I had seen of their match videos, they seemed perfectly adapted to the game Deron.
They showed no hesitation when using their skills, and each choice they made was razor-sharp.
As I gradually closed the distance, my opponent finally started to move.
Their light step was almost too graceful. The way they approached was reminiscent of a snake’s slither.
It wasn’t just skills. It was technique, utilizing their character’s specs to execute swordsmanship with near perfection.
As my vision expanded, a white pain crept into my head.
I studied my opponent’s movements, mentally jotting down notes.
As before, I began the task of replicating the techniques they displayed within my body.
Clang!
The sound of swords clashing echoed in the air, causing them to bounce off slightly.
A small spark flew as our eyes met in mid-air.
The emotions reflected in my opponent’s gaze were unsettling.
Clang! Clang!
Like exchanging thoughts, we continued the back and forth.
What looked like lightly delivered strikes carried significant force behind them; if I let my guard down, my posture would crumble, and in an instant, my neck could be severed.
In that moment, my opponent stepped forward decisively, raising their sword as if to go for the kill.
The sword, lifted like a snake preparing to strike, pointed downward.
The sword’s movements, mimicking that of a snake, began to exert pressure upon me.
They aimed for my head and thigh, both sides simultaneously.
But rather than defend, I chose to attack. This was Deron, not VRS.
There was no need to respond to swordplay with more swordplay.
As I rotated my waist and felt the strength in my grounded leg, crimson winds surged from the sword in my hands.
Swoosh—!
The scarlet winds bloomed, creating a whirlwind around me.
My opponent, Wild, hurriedly withdrew his sword and used Charge to escape the skill’s radius.
Just twice—.
That was how many times my opponent had been brushed by the wide sweep of the red winds when the skill activated.
There was no hesitation in their Charge.
I immediately straightened myself and used Charge to follow my opponent closely.
Racing quickly through the elongated blue afterimage, I reached out with my sword.
In that moment, it felt as if my opponent was waiting for me, using the [Counterattack] skill.
As our swords clashed, a red aura burst forth from their body, sending an upward strike at me.
But I had anticipated this attack as well.
I immediately retracted my forward strike.
Stepping forward, I twisted my leg to sharply change direction, drawing back my sword to protect my body.
Clang!
In the moment I dodged the attack from the Counterattack, my own counter began.
The swirling sword felt light as I swung it.
The dual-direction attacks were a recreation of my opponent’s swordsmanship.
Like a white snake, I continued with a series of thrusting attacks.
In that moment, my opponent displayed a different movement.
They aimed their sword upward at mine.
Clang—! As our swords interlocked, my opponent’s blade began to spin strangely, as if a snake was climbing a tree, enveloping my arm.
Slash!
A long cut stretched from my shoulder.
As I stared wide-eyed at that sudden attack, their sword twisted and started to aim for my neck.
Swoosh—
The sound of slicing air was like a snake’s hiss.
Slice—!
My neck was deeply severed.
There was no chance for a counter.
As my opponent’s cold gaze looked down at me, a surge of red vitality erupted from within me.
[Immortal] was activated.
My health became fixed at 1, activating all the skills of the Berserker class.
But my opponent had the same skill.
Even if I managed to bring their health down to 1 in this state, I would be the first to fall.
My opponent seemed to know this too, casually stepping back two paces.
Their movements were far too light. I kept my eyes trained on the pattern of their footwork until the end.
Winner.
[W.S-Wild]
Win 1 Loss 0
Loser.
[Yeo]
Win 0 Loss 1
After the first match concluded, we returned to our original positions, both feeling slightly dazed.
I took a breath.
We had just finished the first match.
There was no need for me to be anxious.
Though it was only a brief waiting time, I was grateful for it.
I used that time to review every talent and sense based on the match I had just experienced.
As my brain began to sizzle, the pounding of my heart also faded into the background.
At the moment of perfect concentration, time began to slow down.
It was just before the match was to start.
My body began to follow the knowledge I had just acquired.
I recognized the differences between my opponent and myself. Hence, I needed to adjust my movements to match theirs.
My legs were slightly closer together than shoulder width. The left foot extended in front acted as an axis for direction changes at any time.
The right foot stationed at the back had a strong grip to generate speed when necessary.
I had learned how to walk.
I was learning to take steps toward an advantageous position in any situation.
The waiting time for the match had ended.
At that moment, I slowly began to move forward.
Emulating the steps my opponent had shown earlier, I glided forward like a snake.
The opponent began to approach me, their expression twisted into a scowl.
It was the same. There might have been a difference in the distance we could cover in one movement, but their actions mirrored mine.
As the distance closed, the opponent’s sword strikes came flying.
Clang!
The moment I blocked the sword, I sensed it.
Urgency, anxiety, and irritation.
Their gaze flickered, disbelieving.
My opponent was agitated. This was my opportunity.
I immediately pushed their sword away, pivoting my waist, then slammed the ground.
[Bam!]
The shockwave from the ground struck my opponent off the ground.
It seemed they had intended to use Charge, but their reaction was a tad too slow.
Swoosh—!
After the activation of [Rampage], many strikes showered the air.
As crimson blades soared past rapidly, my opponent’s body began to erupt with red vitality.
The Berserker grows stronger the more health they lose.
My opponent was no exception.
At that moment, after landing on the ground, they twisted their body and quickly lunged forward with their sword.
They were fast. It was as if space folded around, their blade aiming for my brow.
But I had accounted for this as well.
I slightly lowered my body and activated [Counterattack].
My body moved naturally, deflecting the opponent’s sword.
Clang!
I didn’t stop there.
I broke their stance.
Immediately, I focused power into my sword and redirected it.
The blade that had initially struck upward now came diagonally down, aiming for my opponent’s neck.
My opponent’s frantic gaze scanned through the air.
They read the trajectory of my attack, their body contorting heavily afterward.
Their abnormal movements, though they had lost balance, allowed them to dodge the blade aimed at their neck.
The distance between the swords was just barely lacking.
But it didn’t matter. I had skills that my opponent did not possess.
I focused my strength into the sword-wielding hand. At that moment, a golden glow surged from the blade, piercing through my opponent’s neck.
[Holy Blessing]
The long sword forged with Divine Power sliced through the red vitality.
My opponent’s health plummeted, activating their [Immortal] skill.
This match was my victory.
Winner.
[Yeo]
Win 1 Loss 1
Loser.
[W.S-Wild]
Win 1 Loss 1
With a hazy light, our bodies returned to their original positions.
While keeping my gaze on my opponent, I reached one certain conclusion.
This opponent before me was the same user who had swept through the Arena with an old Chinese character concept.
The concept that first showed me swordsmanship had returned.
They were still showing me many things.
They were a kind person.
“Excuse me.”
In that moment, the opponent across from me spoke up.
Their face scrunched up as they mumbled.
“Yeah.”
“Are we on the same team?”
“Team?”
“Are you pretending not to know? Or are you just messing with me?”
“Huh?”
“No, I heard your sister plays Deron, but why did you make your height so short? No wonder it felt odd back then. You knew it too, didn’t you?”
An avalanche of incomprehensible words poured out.
It sounded like someone was mistaking me for someone else.
“What do you mean sister? Don’t say creepy stuff like that.”
I felt goosebumps at the term ‘sister.’
Being teased as Blood Demon would be more welcome.
But my opponent shook their head and spoke.
There was confidence in their voice.
“Please contact the manager at least for my sake.”
“Who are you? You must be mistaking me for someone else; I’m not that person.”
“Ah… Are you really going to keep that up? Who can follow something they’ve seen just once? You, you enjoyed the power flexing stuff, right?”
“I’m not your sister.”
I firmly denied the opponent’s words, but their belief seemed unshakeable.
In that moment, the match began.
My opponent quickly adopted a serious expression and aimed their sword at me.
My breath calmed, and their gaze turned sharp like a razor.
There was no retreat.
We lunged at each other, exchanging strikes.
The opponent, as if the previous movements were a joke, pressed me with faster and stronger attacks.
But I wouldn’t yield. I wouldn’t falter. With my eyes wide open, I processed every single attack, engraving them into my mind.
The throbbing in my head felt like my brain was frying, but it was a conviction that made me stronger.
Clang!
With a swift swipe, my blade surged along my opponent’s sword.
What resembled a snake’s movement perfectly replicated the counter my opponent had shown earlier.
As my blade tore into their arm, I rotated my body.
Slash!
The long golden blade sliced through my opponent’s neck.
Winner.
[Yeo]
Win 2 Loss 1
Loser.
[W.S-Wild]
Win 1 Loss 2
I was getting accustomed to it. I was absorbing everything my opponent displayed into myself.
A smile lingered on my face at the joy stemming from learning.
My opponent frowned, seemingly uncomfortable with my expression.
The brief waiting time drew to a close.
The technique unfolding from my fingertips felt light.
Every movement reflected what I had seen from other pros, filling the air before me.
A smile never left my lips. I was enjoying this.
“Urrgh!”
As much as I was having fun, my opponent seemed to feel pain.
Frantically, they swung their sword with a twisted face, trying to block my onslaught.
As I swung my sword, I knew. I had completely surpassed the opponent before me.
In that instant, a technique flashed in my mind as if lightning struck.
It felt like every moment had been prepared for this one.
As I leaned my upper body forward, a pair of white Angel Wings spread wide behind me.
I then activated the [Charge] skill.
With my body rapidly moving, my sword swung.
Swoosh!
As the blue mana spread throughout me, I had already passed by my opponent.
The sensation of the sword gliding past was vivid.
I passed by without colliding, severing their neck.
Winner.
[Yeo]
Win 3 Loss 1
Loser.
[W.S-Wild]
Win 1 Loss 3
Everyone would probably think it was a cool and clean finish.
To swiftly pass by and sever the neck. What could be more impressive than this?
A smile never left my face.
As I rested my sword on my shoulder, I thought.
Such a perfect and impressive technique deserved the fitting name.
Angel Slice—.
It was a truly perfect name.
But I didn’t say it out loud.
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