The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 344

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Chapter 344: I'll Save You While I'm At It

I dodge Ivan’s sword.

I parry Ivan’s sword.

I deflect Ivan’s sword.

‘Sorry about this.’

Even if he borrowed demonic arts, this was still a state he had polished and perfected over a lifetime.

And I was dismantling it with ease.

‘If you’re so salty, you should have gotten reincarnated too.’

I had tried to maintain a playful demeanor as much as possible.

But to be honest, the fights I had experienced since my reincarnation had not been easy.

They were days that burned with the pain of my body as fuel.

‘I compressed the last 17 years and grew stronger at a rapid pace.’

Because of that, I had to endure growing pains that were far more intense than others.

‘Though you probably went through hell yourself, looking for the Ereshkigal that I got rid of.’

Well, nothing to be done. I rejected the life of a slave and followed through with that will, risking death.

…That is what created the difference between us now.

“Keoheok!”

I thrust through a flawless gap in his swordsmanship and forced Ivan to his knees.

“There’s nothing more to see. Let’s end this.”

Ivan’s sword slowly broke.

“……A complete defeat.”

Ivan let out a sigh.

“Have you fulfilled your duty now? Ivan.”

“……It seems it’s still not enough.”

Ivan smiled bitterly.

“In that case, I must at least give you a sense of accomplishment on your final road.”

I said coolly, my face devoid of emotion.

“This is an ultimate technique of the Limitless Heaven-Defying Art, a martial art permitted only to the head of Grunewald.”

Are you listening? Dark King. I’m saying this for you to hear.

“Void-Sundering Slash.”

Kugugugugugu...

The space cut by the single sword split apart.

And.

“?!”

That rift swallowed Ivan, along with the Black Society bastards who had been spectating nearby.

‘Whoa, shit.’

It was my first time using it, and the power was no joke.

‘He’s not dead, is he?’

* * *

“Kuk.”

Ivan, who had briefly lost consciousness, barely managed to open his eyes.

“……Where am I?”

It was a space of nothingness.

There was only darkness in all directions, a strange space where he couldn't even tell what material he was stepping on.

‘Am I dead?’

It was at that very moment.

[Just stay there and watch the fight.]

If it hadn't been for Allenvert’s telepathic message, which came from somewhere, Ivan would have believed this was the afterlife.

[I’ll let you out after everything is over.]

Ivan finally asked what he had been curious about.

“……Allenvert, no, Karzan. You, just how strong are you really?”

[You still don’t know? I’ve surpassed the 9th-tier.]

Laughter was mixed in Allenvert’s voice.

[Otherwise, do you think this would be possible?]

Ivan looked around and asked.

“What on earth did you do?”

[It’s nothing. I just cut a dimension and stuffed you in the gap.]

“……What?”

[You don’t get it, do you?]

Allenvert cackled.

[That’s the state of the 9th-tier. It's not for nothing that the Dark King bastard was acting all high and mighty, going on about the state of a Demon God.]

“……”

Ivan sighed.

“Don’t let your guard down. The Dark King has reached the 9th-tier.”

[Is that so? I was hoping for an easy win, but I guess not.]

“You crazy bastard.”

Ivan was about to nag Allenvert for his seemingly flippant tone, but gave up.

“Come to think of it.”

[What?]

“What happens if you lose? Who’s going to let me out?”

[What do you mean, what happens? You’ll starve to death in there.]

“You crazy son of a bitch-”

[Or you can train like hell, tear your way out of the dimension, and come out on your own.]

“Like that’s possible? I’ll be so hungry I’ll just be lying down after a few days.”

[So just cheer me on.]

Allenvert revealed his true feelings.

[This great Lord Allenvert will save you, too. While I’m at it.]

* * *

Allenvert, having blasted Ivan to another dimension, surveyed the state of the war.

“Wow, it’s brutal out there.”

Georg and Leszek, based on their different interpretations of the Limitless Heaven-Defying Art, were devastating the battlefield.

Steel and wind.

Perhaps because of their opposing attributes, Georg’s sword was firm and mighty, while Leszek’s was soft, yet fierce and fluid.

“Block them!”

“Send the Death Knights forward to stop their attack!”

“Form a pincer formation! Don’t face them alone!”

But there was no way they could be stopped by such measures.

The most the enemy could do was to slow their advance by throwing as many troops as possible at them.

‘But shouldn’t he be making his appearance by now?’

It was hard to tell what the Dark King was thinking.

‘In any case, I am different from you.’

He could also stay back and put on airs under the pretext of saving his strength.

‘But abandoning my allies to be worn down is not my style.’

If Allenvert was truly the Dark King’s adversary, he, at least, could not treat people as consumables.

‘Still.’

Casimir’s and Verdzig’s martial prowess was also incredible.

The two of them broke through the enemy lines in a wide arc, like two wings, which threw the enemy into confusion as they now had more targets to worry about.

‘There’s no need to willingly get ourselves surrounded and annihilated.’

There was no way the enemy could easily isolate and capture their forces.

Moreover, the term ‘one-man army’ no longer even suited an 8th-tier warrior.

Kwwaaaaang!

Kugugugugu!

Each of them was sweeping through the enemy lines like a natural disaster.

How could a mere army stand against a typhoon, an erupting volcano, or a crashing tsunami?

‘But those bastards are pretty persistent, too.’

Even though they had the forces to stop our top masters, they weren’t stepping in themselves, just throwing their subordinates into the grinder.

It was as if they were waiting for our side to get exhausted from the attrition.

‘Of course, that is an effective method. If you don’t see your allies as people, that is.’

But our forces weren't so easily pushed around either.

7th-tier super-powerhouses like Venion, the Special Operations Division Grand Commander, the Grand Commander of the Royal Guard, and the Knighthood Grand Commander were firmly supporting the rear.

‘And my comrades, too, have now reached a caliber where they can play a sufficient role even in a battle of the pinnacles.’

Knut’s iron fist opened the way, crushing enemy armor, shields, and fortifications.

Ulbhild and Rudgarda, with skills on par with the Special Operations Division Grand Commander, rained down ice arts and sword slashes, striking only at the core of the enemy lines.

Meanwhile, Gahir was assassinating the enemy's officer corps with a concealment so profound that even I had to focus to detect him.

And that wasn't all.

The honor guard led by Jeffrey was in the rear, performing clean-up and confirmation kills.

And Zizek and Barclava.

“Aigoo!”

“Young Lord! Are you alright!”

“I’m not alright! Don’t talk to me!”

‘I don't even want to talk about those guys. If they keep this up, they’ll become human someday.’

Meanwhile, Siena was also fighting formidable enemies.

“Be careful!”

A sword aimed for a blind spot opened by a joint attack was sharply parried by Zamuel, who appeared out of nowhere.

“Thank you.”

“It’s fin-”

There wasn't even time to exchange a single word.

The two immediately blocked the swords flying at them, briefly protecting each other’s backs before separating.

‘The Boss’s lover.’

Zamuel thought, checking his throbbing wrist and the internal injuries that were slowly worsening.

‘At least she will not die before I do.’

But Siena’s defense, as she withstood the joint attack of the Death Knights, was an iron wall.

‘Astonishing skill.’

Leaving Zamuel’s admiration behind, Siena meticulously observed the attacks of the Death Knights, which were strong and fast, but lacked any real guile.

‘What would the Young Lord have done?’

In that image, she saw a path.

‘First, I’ll offer bait that’s hard to refuse.’

Siena offered her arm, clad reinforced mana, to the enemy’s sword.

Kaaang!

The moment the sword clashed with Siena's mana.

Puk!

Siena’s sword instantly lopped off its head.

‘I’ve taken one down, so an opening has been created in their joint attack.’

Then, she focused her defensive technique, the Black Dragon Scale Armor, only on her fist, turning it into a solid gauntlet.

Paaaaaaak!

When she brought that fist down on the enemy’s skull, the headless Death Knight staggered and fell.

If she had to give this technique a name, it would be the Black Dragon Scale Fist.

Of course, no such technique existed in Valkenhain’s martial arts.

But she had just made it, so she would use it. Siena’s left hand

moved busily, becoming an iron mace.

Kwajik! Paaak!

Whatever the technique, as long as it worked in a real fight, nothing else mattered.

The sword of a great house, polished by Siena through many battlefields, was evolving into something different.\

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“You’ve finally broken through this far.”

Georg, Leszek, and Geninghen had finally succeeded in penetrating to the center of the enemy lines.

“And you. You just stood by and watched until we got here.”

Georg said, looking at the demonic ki and fighting spirit swirling around Gulbark’s body.

“You’ve gotten a little stronger.”

“You’re the same as ever, Black Serpent Duke.”

Gulbark sneered.

“It’s pathetic, clinging to a vain hope. You will regret your choice to steal the Dragon Heart for the rest of your life.”

Geninghen snorted at that.

“It’s all over when you’re dead, so what’s there to regret?”

“You will all suffer, unable to live or die, for all of eternity.”

“You’re going to torture us? We just have to die before that happens.”

“……Damned old man. You just can’t be serious.”

Gulbark drew his jet-black sword.

“You all showed your hands in the last battle. Which means you are within my 'calculations'.”

“So?”

“Stop wasting my time and send Allenvert out.”

“Why are you telling a grown kid to come and go? He’s playing fine on his own, so go find him yourself if you want.”

Geninghen snorted.

“If he won’t come, then I have no choice but to show him his clan's elders being miserably defeated.”

“My, what terrifying words.”

Geninghen smirked, then said, as if speaking to someone else.

“That’s what he says. What do you think?”

“?”

Sensing Geninghen’s gaze turn to the empty air, Gulbark’s head snapped to the side.

And.

“Over here.”

“!!!”

Allenvert, using a concealment technique that was unrivaled on the continent, suddenly appeared behind Gulbark.

Paaaaak!

“Keoheok!”

Struck in the solar plexus, Gulbark’s back bent like a bow.

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