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Chapter 295: Poison That Can't Kill Me

Soul-Slumbering Black Moon.

This ultimate technique, which reached the highest level of Penetrating Skill using principle of spiral by infiltrating inner mana to destroy organs, exploded within Grimnar's body.

Kwoooosh!

The dark mana and Dark Soul Mana penetrated in a spiral and detonated at his vital points.

The shockwave, originating from within his body, spread widely.

“Ugh!”

Grimnar immediately fell to his knees.

‘Good, it hit him squarely.’

A perfect surprise attack.

It was a success.

“He shouldn’t be able to withstand a direct hit like that. Turns out, you’re quite the light-kneed bastard...”

Just as I was about to say more.

“...Huh?”

Grimnar wiped the blood from his mouth and raised his head as if nothing had happened.

“...He shouldn’t be able to withstand that, right?”

“Hahaha, that was quite an impressive technique just now. Penetrating and Spiral Skill, you say? Did Grunewald’s martial arts have such a thing? This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

I hesitated, watching Grimnar stumble to his feet.

“Holy fuck.”

He withstood that?

Moreover, his twisted and ruptured skin was slowly reattaching itself.

‘Does he regenerate too?’

However, it wasn’t the extreme regeneration of Gelberich, but rather a regenerative ability similar to Ghir.

“Gross. Is this kind of thing in vogue these days?”

Honestly, if someone takes that much damage, shouldn’t they just die fair and square?

“Still, this is too much. His internal organs should have been shredded and destroyed, what kind of body is that?”

“Ah, that?”

Grimnar grinned and replied.

“My internal organs have long since rotted away. I’ve recovered, melted in poison, and regenerated again. Compared to that, this much damage is nothing.”

“Impressive. Why the hell would you do something like that? It’s disgusting.”

“Hahahaha! It’s to melt and kill bastards like you!”

Grimnar pointed at me.

“I acquired the martial art of recovery from Eisenach’s secret vault. This is all thanks to killing your maternal grandfather, Allenvert.”

“Is that so?”

I snorted.

“Was that supposed to get me angry? You childish prick.”

“What?!”

“But maybe it’s because this bastard only lives cooped up in the mountains, but his trash talk is really weak. You country bumpkin, got anything better to say?”

Grimnar twisted his lips.

“Fourth son.”

“Yes, Father.”

Grimnar’s child, who had been commanding from afar, rushed over.

‘He’s a giant.’

He looked even bigger than Knut or Turnak.

“Protect me. I need time to recover.”

“Understood.”

The giant, called the fourth son, charged at me.

“That sneaky bastard.”

I steadily blocked his unique sword technique and said.

“Are you the fourth son? Same as me. By the way, why do you still have your sanity, unlike your siblings? How did you manage that?”

“...”

The fourth son didn’t answer.

He wielded a blunt sword with its center of gravity at the tip, and his martial prowess was by no means low.

‘Even if it looks crude, it hides considerable martial principles.’

I deliberately exchanged blows with him for a long time to imprint his technique in my mind.

Grimnar would likely use a similar sword style.

‘Indeed. Has it evolved to be like an axe to easily cut down anything, be it trees or whatever?’

In a way, it looked like a martial art for wielding an axe, or a large two-handed sword.

While doing so, his hands and feet moved diligently, and I easily countered all his attempts using the techniques of Flowing Cloud Thunder Fist and Golden Grasping technique.

“As I’ve been watching, your father’s actions are quite a spectacle. He even poisons his own blood children, taking away their sanity, and uses them as chess pieces? It’s monstrous beyond words.”

“What does an outsider like you know to lecture me?”

“What do you mean? Half my blood is Eisenach, don’t I have the right to say something?”

“That’s—!”

Just as the fourth son, momentarily speechless, tried to retort, I instantly shifted my defensive stance.

Clang!

After powerfully striking his heavy sword with a mystical technique, I grabbed his counterattacking hand with the Golden Grasping technique—

Smack!

And pulled him in, slamming my elbow into his jaw.

Then, the fourth son, unconscious, collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.

“!”

I looked at the surprised Grimnar and said.

“What’s so surprising? Did you think I didn’t know you were just stalling for time?”

Grimnar’s wounds hadn’t fully healed yet.

But I didn’t press him. T

here was a more important plan here than just quickly killing Grimnar.

So, I spoke like a strong but still arrogant rookie.

“Does a father and king intend to use everything but himself? He’s lost in terrible self-admiration. Are you really that great?”

As if to use my arrogance, Grimnar, who had been silently listening to my scolding, subtly smirked.

“Is there anyone greater than a king? If so, that person is not a king.”

“This fucking lunatic.”

As if reprimanding my outburst, a man boasting a formidable aura appeared next to Grimnar, accompanied by his subordinates.

“Deal with Allenvert.”

Then, didn’t he just leap onto the stockade?

“Are you going to watch from there?”

The exchange ended there.

A sharp attack came from the side, aiming for my vital point.

“...This guy’s for real.”

It wasn’t an ordinary skill.

“Just wait right there. You’re the kind of guy who only crawls out once all his subordinates are gone.”

“Because a king is the most noble being.”

Grimnar’s subordinate, leading his elite warriors, surrounded me.

“How impressive. Have you just been cooped up in the mountains doing military training all this time? What were you so afraid of?”

Grimnar simply waved his hand without replying.

“Attack with the resolve to kill. If you can’t kill him, at least buy some time.”

Seeing his pathetically cowardly demeanor, I had a hunch.

‘He’s preparing some serious poison art for a decisive turnaround.’

Well then, hurry up and prepare.

‘The dark mana will swallow all the poison you’ve accumulated.’

***

While Allenvert clashed with Grimnar’s personal guard, Rudgarda and Knut continued to approach the main camp.

“We, we can’t stop them.”

“If you can’t stop them, then grab onto their legs and hang on.”

The warriors raised under Grimnar Angantyr continued an endless war of attrition, with leadership that showed no regard for their subordinates’ lives.

Even...

“Rudgarda! Do you not greet your older brother when you see him?!”

Her brother, the second son, who hadn't lost his sanity, appeared and scolded Rudgarda.

“You pathetic thing. You should be grateful you were sent away as a hostage and managed to survive, instead of daring to return and stir up trouble!”

At that, Rudgarda, covered in enemy blood, spewed raw fury.

“Second brother, you were lucky enough to keep your sanity, you commoner, with no talent and nothing but inflated pride.”

“Shut up!”

Grimnar, watching the two fight from atop the stockade, cackled.

“Don’t be too harsh. I kept that one alive because he’s smart.”

“...”

Even with such insulting words, Rudgarda sneered at her brother’s inability to say anything, fearing their father.

“You’ve truly lived like a slave all this time, brother.”

“Shut your mouth.”

Clang! Clang, clang, clang!

After exchanging over ten blows, the superiority of one side became clear.

“Tch!”

Rudgarda taunted the second son, as if releasing pent-up resentment.

“Brother, I know you conspired to send me away as a hostage. Was it just to live like a bug in this pathetic state?”

“I told you to shut up!”

Both of them employed Angantyr’s martial arts, but Rudgarda, having incorporated Grunewald’s martial prowess and the Special Operations Division techniques, swiftly severed the second son’s neck.

Thud!

Rudgarda murmured, looking at the fallen head with disbelief.

“...Not yet.”

There were still many heads to be claimed.

Ulbhild raised her head, looking at her father’s face as he prepared something.

***

“Kill Ulbhild!”

Masters of lightfoot skill charged at Ulbhild, disregarding even the frozen ground.

‘Fast.’

However, Ulbhild’s response, utilizing her ice martial arts, swordplay, and footwork, was on a much higher level.

“Cough!”

“Arrrgh!”

Ulbhild, freezing, shattering, and cutting her way through the encirclement, even subdued the masters of poison arts with her ice martial arts.

“...If it’s poison or a sword, just freeze it.”

It was at that moment she confirmed her martial prowess had reached another dimension, having crossed the 7th tier barrier.

‘It’s all thanks to Allen.’

Ulbhild looked at Knut, who had broken through every wall of monsters and demonic beasts in the distance.

“Grimnarrrrrrr!”

The beast, who had broken through the enemy lines with a body and spirit of steel, roared.

“Your pathetic fortress is about to fall! Why don’t you, the King, step forward yourself?”

Knut made no attempt to hide his contempt.

“Using your subordinates and children, whose sanity you stole, as meat shields... Is the throne so precious to you?”

“...Don’t be so impatient.”

Grimnar said, his voice changed.

“Your surprise attack was quite effective, but you’ll regret not killing me now.”

Grimnar looked at his remaining few personal guards, who were holding Allenvert back, then drew a massive aura from behind him.

“...Just die.”

A surging wave of poisonous mana enveloped Allenvert.

Chiiiiiiik!

Allenvert barely dodged it, and the warriors and ground covered in the poisonous mana melted away.

‘Wow, holy shit.’

Allenvert inwardly flinched.

True to his moniker as a Poison master, the poison truly possessed terrifying power.

“Theogir, let’s combine our attacks.”

Only then did Allenvert learn the name of the executive he was fighting: Theogir.

Theogir, who showed no agitation despite losing all his subordinates, immediately joined Grimnar in attacking Allenvert.

Theogir faced Allenvert’s sword head-on, while Grimnar, with hands radiating poisonous mana, swung his sword and used palm techniques, finger techniques, and fist techniques.

‘He just needs to land one hit, right?’

The characteristic of poison arts was that once they hit, a fatal wound was unavoidable.

“Wow, you bastards have no sense of swordsmanship.”

Allenvert frantically parried and dodged the two’s attacks, backing away.

“Poison arts and a combined attack? How underhanded.”

Allenvert showed a troubled expression, thinking,

‘Good, just come a little closer.’

...Because this time, I wouldn’t miss.

***

Grimnar seemed to have completely recovered from the blow of Soul-Slumbering Black Moon.

His unusual movements and cunning mind pressured me, and his offensive, always anticipating my next move and trying to cut off my escape routes, was truly extraordinary.

I narrowly parried his attacks and opened my mouth.

“Did you watch from above and realize your martial prowess couldn’t defeat me?”

The warriors Angantyr boasted of were annihilated, unable to defeat me even with a combined attack. This meant...

‘He can’t beat me without using poison arts.’

Grimnar is cunning and self-preservationist.

This means he has no choice but to adopt a strategy of trying to land a single strike on me to poison me.

‘Since his internal organs were twisted by the Sleeping Soul Dark Moon, he must have needed time to recover his body and restore his vital energy.’

As a result, he’d be aiming for a reversal with poison arts.

‘In that case—’

I thought about what the most tempting bait for him would be, and then made my decision.

‘If I stab Theogir in the heart, he’ll definitely try to buy time by grabbing the sword, even if it means dying.’

And that rapacious bastard would use his subordinate’s final loyalty as an opportunity to attack me.

‘That’s exactly what I want. Hurry up and inject your poison into me.’

The dark mana stirred.

It was the desperate struggle of greed, wanting to swallow the enemy’s poison.

‘The poison that doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger.’

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