The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 339

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Chapter 339: Grit Your Teeth

Even before reaching the 9th-tier, my senses were unrivaled, thanks to the abilities of the Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique.

“Enemy attack.”

I sensed a contingent of troops flying from beyond the horizon, far across the open sky.

“Who is the enemy?”

“……They’re flying. Dozens of Wyverns and Griffins, it seems.”

“Then it must be Amilcar’s cavalry.”

At Ulbhild’s words, Siena’s expression immediately hardened.

“How dare they.”

It was a case of someone slapping you when you were already on the verge of tears.

Of all people, it had to be Amilcar.

‘Come to think of it. Wyverns, which can roam the sky freely, are the perfect troops to launch a surprise attack on us.’

I took Siena’s hand to calm her anger for a moment and said.

“This is likely a reconnaissance battle. Their goal is probably to gauge my strength.”

Therefore.

“It is crucial that we effectively mislead the enemy.”

I raised the crystal ball and relayed this information to the other ships.

“Amilcar’s attack will begin shortly. Please prepare.”

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“Grunewald! You’ve come a long way to find your grave!”

The squadron of Wyverns and Griffins circled the sky like hawks.

At their head was Amilcar.

‘You’ve gotten old, you damn bastard.’

I’d known that guy since my past life.

Of course, back then, he was in a position that neither I nor Ivan could even dare to look at.

‘In other words, he’s barely grown at all since then.’

Not in 17 years.

“Amilcar!”

Siena, letting out a roar, unleashed her Black Hawk Heaven Flash.

Swiiiiish!

It was an ultimate technique unleashed by a warrior who had reached the 7th-tier.

A flock of hawks made of sword energy, each strike carrying enough power to rip apart a galleon, swarmed them, but-

“Too slow.”

The Wyverns and Griffins evaded them with beautiful acrobatic maneuvers.

At that, the hawks of sword energy changed direction and pursued them.

“Hmph!”

Amilcar clenched his fist, and it drew in the slashes like a vortex sucking in a stream of water, annihilating them.

‘Hmm, what technique is that?’

It seemed to be related to the demonic art he had learned.

It was reminiscent of absorption, one of the many abilities of the Silent Night Soul-Soaking Divine Art.

“Quite skilled. Even the nomadic cavalry of the north would find this difficult.”

Amilcar replied to my words.

“Indeed. The Wyvern is specialized for riding, yet it is far stronger and superior to a horse.”

He drew his sword and aimed its tip at Siena.

“Siena Valkenhain. Do you want to avenge your clan?”

A vile arc formed on his lips.

“With your skills? Impossible.”

Swish!

A swordsman who had reached a state where ultimate techniques were meaningless fired a sharp slash through the air at Siena.

“Not a chance.”

I am not one to allow that. I stepped in front of Siena and blocked the slash.

‘Hmm.’

Feeling its weight, its sharpness, its extreme level, I gave a small nod.

‘He’s fucking strong.’

Both Duke Monterra and Casimir were weaker than this man.

He was likely on par with my father.

‘So you’re number three.’

The Dark King, Gulbark, Amilcar.

That meant Ivan’s rank was fourth or fifth.

‘Pathetic fool.’

I mentally dissed Ivan out of habit.

“Haha, so you do step forward.”

Amilcar sneered at me.

“I heard you two were lovers. You can’t bear to see your woman get hurt?”

His words once again revealed his intention: to confirm my strength.

“Allenvert, come at me. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

“Fine.”

As if taking the bait, I immediately spread my Black Wings and soared into the air.

“Let’s find out which of us is the true ruler of the skies, your vaunted Wyvern, or me.”

Did that sound like a hot-blooded rookie?

‘Whatever, if it didn't.’

Amilcar and I chased each other’s tails, flying through the sky in dizzying patterns, each trying to get into the other’s blind spot.

From a distance, we must have looked like a pair of frantic bees.

‘However.’

A small, fast bird can fly more freely than a large one.

Our fight was the same.

“Here.”

Unfortunately for him, my turning speed was far faster than his Wyvern’s.

“Dammit. You’re quick.”

Every time I took his blind spot, Amilcar fired off slashes to interfere.

But I dodged even those slashes, having read their precursors, and continued to take his back with 3D maneuvers that were impossible on the ground.

It was like footwork, but in the sky.

“This Wyvern you’re so proud of is surprisingly nothing special.”

After a dogfight of biting and being bitten, I got behind Amilcar and brought down my heavy sword.

Kaaaaaang!

It wasn’t an unblockable attack.

‘In fact, it was an attack I wanted him to block.’

Thanks to that, Amilcar, who had to receive the attack without any room to deflect it, was pushed far back toward the sea.

“Damn it!”

Amilcar fired a blast of palm energy into the air, using the recoil to fly back up and barely avoid crashing.

“You’re lighter than you look, Sir.”

He had taken the sword strike while his torso was twisted and his center of gravity was off.

Of course he would be pushed back.

“Don’t get cocky.”

Amilcar somehow regained his balance and flew back up to my eye level.

‘Not bad.’

Naturally, it is much harder to regain balance lost in mid-air.

The fact that he succeeded was proof that Amilcar was an exceptionally skilled rider.

“Amazed? Don’t be too disappointed.”

I said cockily.

“If you rank a Wyvern, it’s only about the 4th or 5th-tier.”

On the other hand, I am flying with the power of the 8th-tier.

“Shut up. It won’t work a second time.”

I couldn’t tell if he was thoroughly pissed off, or if he felt he ‘might have a chance’ after clashing with me.

Amilcar flew at me again with a murderous look.

“Hmph!”

But nothing changed.

My aerial maneuverability was a cut above his.

“Dammit!”

As if to interfere with my flight, Amilcar suddenly unleashed a blast of Ki.

‘Ah, not a chance.’

I had already read the precursor and moved out of the way.

This was, I recalled, a principle I had mastered during my fight with Duke Monterra.

‘The battle is decided by how early and how deeply one can read the precursors.’

That was the nature of a fight between 8th-tier warriors.

‘Therefore.’

The way to create a difference was to lay down multiple moves, making it difficult to react even if the precursor was read.

Thus, while continuing my complex maneuvers, I forced Amilcar to defend by mixing in a fast sword that sacrificed power for speed, aiming for both him and his Wyvern.

Cha-cha-cha-chaeng!

My flying was becoming even more precise by the moment.

It was different from the footwork I used on the ground, but by using my movement arts, I could utilize the flow of the wind and my own center of gravity to perform extremely subtle and complex maneuvers.

By mixing in my fast sword, I was forcing my opponent to continuously defend from a disadvantageous position.

‘Now.’

At the perfect moment, I struck with a heavy sword that contained the principles of the Red Wolf Howling at the Moon, but at an incomparably higher level.

“Hiiyaaaaa!”

Amilcar tried to raise his Ki and block the attack, but unfortunately for him, it was a feint.

“?!” 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

I withdrew the energy from my right hand that was swinging the sword and, gathering power in my left, fired a powerful ultimate technique at close range.

“Celestial Chain Breaker.”

Kwwaaaaaaaang!

Amilcar was sent flying far into the distance, having completely lost his balance and taken no small amount of damage.

“Wow, he flew far.”

I didn't bother to chase Amilcar, who was flying with enough momentum to cross the horizon.

Instead.

“What?!”

I dove in among the Wyvern and Griffin riders, who had been watching the fight like it was a village festival.

“The show’s over, you bastards.”

I struck down the riders, pierced the Wyverns’ wings, and sliced off the Griffins’ wings.

“Kuaaaak!”

Those who fell crashed into the sea to become fish food, or had the misfortune of landing on our decks, where they were cut down.

“Khahahat! This is what happens to all you falling bastards!”

Ghir cut off the head of an unlucky man who had fallen near him and held it up.

“D-Dammit.”

The situation was the same on the other ships.

Here and there, Zizek, Rudgarda, Nagan, Barclava, and Skella mercilessly cut down the dismounted enemy soldiers.

“Allenveeeert! You damned brat, how dare you!”

The roar of Amilcar, who had only just managed to return, was quite satisfying to hear.

“Oh, you’re back? About 20% of your men died while you were gone.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Why are you so angry? You actually had some affection for your subordinates?”

Just as I was about to taunt him further.

“Is that so? You sanctimonious fool.”

A spray of water shot up from the surface of the sea and, like a sharp blade, lunged at Amilcar.

“?!”

Amilcar dodged it without difficulty, but a few of his men who were not as quick were caught in it and sliced in half at the waist.

“Geninghen!”

“If you’re going to abandon your humanity, do it properly. Don’t act like a half-assed knight.”

Colorful magic circles appeared at Geninghen’s fingertips, and with each one, powerful magic spells assaulted Amilcar and his men.

“Damned old man. Are you trying to avenge your dead friend now?”

Amilcar revealed his anger, but in my eyes, that was a suicidal move.

‘Stupid bastard. Why would you say that now?’

If Geninghen joined the fray, we would have six 8th-tier or higher warriors on our side.

Moreover, like me, he was a mage who had few restrictions in aerial combat.

‘He seems a bit clueless.’

Perhaps it was because he had been treated with respect for too long, but he seemed to have aged without gaining much wisdom.

‘More importantly, the only reason everyone else was just watching was not because they couldn’t attack.’

The goal was to make them misjudge my skills by setting up a one-on-one duel between me and Amilcar.

But by saying that, he'd dug his own grave.

“Alright, you said it.”

Sure enough, Geninghen’s body began to float slowly into the air.

“I cannot let a punk like you die peacefully.”

“!”

And that wasn't all.

“Did you think the sky was your domain alone?”

Using his Sword Control, Leszek climbed onto his own sword and began to fly.

‘Wow.’

I marveled at the sight.

That was magic, what else could be?

“Pathetic fool. You make more enemies with a single word.”

I taunted Amilcar like a fox backed by a tiger.

“Even if you were stronger than me, there are six 8th-tier warriors here. Do you think you can escape?”

“……!”

With that one sentence, the offense and defense of this battlefield were reversed.

“Grit your teeth. You need to be taught a lesson.”

[Translator - Pot ]

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