The Extra's Return



"Pfftt. Do you really think you can?"

I let out a small laugh when I saw Fidel who looked so confident. His character change was too fast. I thought that he was so drunk that he changed his character drastically. It provoked me to laugh at him a little.

If you look at me from the outside, I did look very dismissive of him, but that's not the case.

Just looking at his title as adventure rank B only proved that he wasn't an insect that was easy to step on.

Especially when I saw his sword that was already wrapped in an abnormal aura and defied the laws of nature.

I folded my eyebrows not out of fear when I saw him using the sword aura, but rather, what made me frown was that it made me remember a sad moment that I had recently experienced.

I recalled the time when I fought the vice-captain of the knights, Trusty.

Back then I had to run like a coward. Looking from the point of view of nobility, that matter alone was already a sad note to one's life story.

It was a good thing that I wasn't a person who adhered to the nobility's values of honor—despite my own current identity as a noble—so I didn't have to feel embarrassed, angry, or let out unnecessary emotions.

Was I going to run like a coward once again?

I hope I wouldn't have to turn my back and run. Considering my abilities have improved a lot lately, I should be able to beat him.

'It'll be faster to find the answer if I confront him directly.'

First, I distanced myself from Sharon, who had her eyes closed and was casting spells from earlier.

I was amazed that Sharon was so quick in responding to the change of events. As soon as she saw the assassin fell, she immediately started casting spells. Aren't smart children to be rewarded, even if it's just a reward in the form of compliments?

Inadvertently, I wanted to stroke the hair on top of her head and say, "Yoshi, yoshi, good girl!"

Of course, I didn't dare to do that. Even so, my hand was already on top of her head. Luckily she was too focused on casting spells, so she didn't notice.

While I was busy focusing on Sharon, there were already people who couldn't wait to deal with me.

"Are you guys the first ones to fight me?"

"Just the two of us are enough!"

It wasn't Fidel who attacked me first. Surprisingly, it was Obud and Hory. They were already running forward to attack me with spears in each of their hands.

After moving away from Sharon, I didn't wait for them to approach me, but instead, I attacked them directly.

The Svangur Sword, which I had been holding in the opposite stance, I now held in the proper stance. Then, I approached them with a speed that they wouldn't be able to expect.

"Crap! How can he still move that fast when he's still wearing handcuffs on his legs?!"

They both shouted in astonishment.

They were so astonished that I was still able to move fast even though there were still handcuffs draped over my right leg.

Despite their surprise, they still managed to move the spears in their hands.

They attacked simultaneously. Pulling their spears back in preparation, they thrust their spears with the strongest force they could muster. Looking at the sweat on their foreheads and hands indicated that they had already expended their maximum power output.

Moreover, it was confirmed by the mana fluctuations in their bodies. So, I couldn't possibly misunderstand that they weren't serious—they were already in earnest.

All I needed to do was lower my head and body so that I could successfully dodge both of their attacks. The tips of their spears both pierced the empty air above my head.

Being in a crouching position, I swept my legs over both of their legs. If I had only used my leg sweep, then my leg would not have reached their legs, but because I used my right leg to sweep both of their legs, it caused the leg cuff ball on my right leg to hit both of their legs.

Like a bowling ball hitting the bullseye in the center of the pin, I managed to make a strike when the leg cuff ball on my leg hit their legs.

They were both thrown just like bowling pins. But unlike bowling pins that just give up when thrown, they both tried to get back up.

Unfortunately, each of their legs was broken, so they couldn't fight back.

Slash!

Slash!

The slashing sound stopped them in their tracks.

The spear in their hands, which they both used to help themselves rise to their feet, suddenly split into two.

Not only did the spear in their hands split, but their bodies also began to slowly split. The right and left halves of their bodies began to separate as if they hated each other until they finally fell to the floor.

I, who was previously in front of them, was now standing behind the two of them.

I had attacked them in turn in a short period of time which caused them to split apart simultaneously.

Seeing the horrifying scene in front of his own eyes, Fidel was almost too stunned to run away. But he managed to catch his breath and regain his composure. The grip on his sword seemed to have tightened. His upper and lower teeth were also fused together.

His gaze focused on my right leg.

"Don't get excited, Kid! You can beat them even if you can't use mana, but you for sure won't be able to beat me because you're wearing a suppressor handcuff."

His confident face shone brightly under the light of the sword aura he raised.

He thought I wouldn't be able to fight back because of the Suppression Handcuffs I was wearing, which made me unable to deploy mana at all—or so it was supposed to be, but he was wrong about that.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I think you've misunderstood."

As I told him the truth in front of his eyes, he became very surprised.

At first, he was confused and didn't believe my words, which resulted in him impulsively attacking me. But then he came to realize what I meant as he began to feel the flow of mana in my body. His eyes widened and became even wider as he got closer to me.

'Oh shit! There's no turning back.' It was as if I could see that kind of thought coming from inside his head.

"How can you still use mana?"

"Are you really curious? If you are really curious, I can tell you as long as you are willing to become my slave."

"But still! You will never be able to withstand my attacks."

"Is that so?"

I was also actually very curious about something.

If the sword aura, a skill commonly known to everyone and a skill that symbolizes one has reached warrior rank Master, faced off against the Svangur Sword that I had strengthened with the Amplification skill, coupled with the Strengthening skill that strengthens my body as the material to push my power output, would it be able to resist it?

Not to forget the Swordsmanship skill that would be able to maximize the power of the Svangur Sword.

I had never paid close attention to it before, but it turns out that with the combo of the three skills, the Svangur Sword also emits light. A purplish-black colored light flew from the Svangur Sword, which would make one feel a mysterious pressure from it.

'Is it because the Mana I used came from the Stigma of Darkness? Or is it just because of Svangur Sword's special ability?'

Too bad I didn't have time to admire the beauty of the Svangur Sword because Fidel was already attacking. He attacked diagonally, from top to bottom.

I immediately raised my sword in an attempt to deal with Fidel's attack.

Crash!

The Svangur Sword collided with Fidel's sword which was wrapped in sword aura.

The result was quite surprising to me, although it didn't crack or break, Fidel's sword flew upwards.

Fidel's hand, which was in a raised position, shook unnaturally. It was as if he couldn't withstand the impact of the sword's clash.

I think I know the answer to my previous question.

It wasn't a matter of whose skill was greater, but whose body could realize or use that skill was more important. If you want great results, then your own body or yourself must be strong. Skill was just an additional factor to win in a fight, I think.

Then I attacked Fidel who had no weapon.

Stab!

'Enjoy your meal.'

I spoke to the Svangur Sword silently as I stabbed Fidel's body.

A look of hatred appeared on Fidel's face, but I ignored it and just regarded what I was doing right now as an activity that only obeyed the laws of nature in this world.

The strong eat the weak. While the weak must submit in order to survive. I don't care if he hates me or not because the dead can't do anything to the living.

With that in mind, Svangur Sword began to feed on Fidel's blood.

In that brief moment, I heard from afar someone's voice...

"Mountain Splitting Sword!"