Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

Chapter 180 Debate

Before the hair even touched the ground, the Dragon God's weapon had already pierced through the gaps in the sword net.

Target the throat directly.

The Yue man's pupils suddenly contracted.

There wasn't time to sheathe the knife.

There was no time to dodge, not even time to breathe.

But he didn't panic.

In that split second of crisis, he made a choice—abandoning his prepared defensive stance, he leaned forward, not to dodge, but to crash into.

This is a blacksmith's habit.

During forging, sometimes before the hammer falls, facing the out-of-control flames, you need to use your body to hold the anvil in place, feeling the temperature and resistance of the iron.

It's not about escaping, it's about getting closer.

"Smack."

The left shoulder and right arm collided with a dull thud.

It is clearly a physical body, yet it gives the illusion of being encased in an iron wall.

The recoil force traveled up the arm to the spine, making Yue Ren's teeth ache.

The advantage, however, was that he successfully disrupted the Dragon God's attack rhythm, causing the sword that was supposed to slash at the neck to only graz a piece of fabric on the shoulder.

"Tear—"

'

The already sparse clothing was torn off in large chunks, revealing the strong shoulder blades and a shallow bloodstain underneath.

Using this force, the Yue man flipped to the side and created distance.

Stand still.

I looked down at my left shoulder.

Three sword wounds, skin torn and flesh ripped open, blood flowing down his arm.

"Depend on..

"7

He looked up, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

"So this is Dragon Saint Battle Aura? It's really exhilarating."

Alster did not pursue.

He stood there, a faint hint of realization flashing in his golden eyes.

Because he had a wound on his body that he didn't know had appeared at some point.

...Water God Style!

It's not a question, but a statement.

"Spare me, it was just a slight bump and you acted like you were hit by a truck, your stats are unbelievable."

I originally intended to learn and apply it immediately, but now it seems that the Water God Style is similar to a "Simple Domain," which places extremely high demands on the user. If the opponent is someone like Orstide, it is basically impossible to shake it.

He paused, then gripped "Yuanhong" tightly again, his eyes changing.

It was no longer the nonchalant swagger, but the deep red seriousness of that instant before the furnace was lit.

"Okay."

He took a deep breath.

"The first round is over, isn't it our turn now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand moved.

A flash of light appeared in his palm, followed by...

Swords and blades sprouted from the earth around him like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, densely packed and covering the sky.

As the glowing lights flashed, these weapons shed their embellishments and revealed their true forms. Each one had its own unique blade patterns, markings, and scars. Each one had been held in the hands of someone in a certain era, drinking blood and cutting through the wind.

Everything left behind by the old man, and everything he forged himself, responded to his master's call at this moment.

The spectators on the periphery were speechless at the sight.

Rudius regretted not having gotten hold of his older brother's phone, otherwise he would have definitely taken some videos to remember the moment; the scene was too exciting.

Alsterd's eyes sharpened.

Staring directly at the sea of ​​swords and blades, countless cold glints were reflected in his golden pupils.

"So there's such a use after all. This is indeed a bit troublesome."

As a demigod with a thousand years of combat experience, Orstide had considered this possibility after seeing the sword hill and hearing the Yue people's account, and had already formulated a countermeasure.

He unusually spoke a few more words.

"But driving such a large-scale weapon must consume a lot of magic power."

The Yue man grinned: "You guessed right, but there's no reward."

Push forward with your right hand.

Thousands of swords and blades, like dragons emerging from their caves, tore through the air, emitting piercing shrieks, and rained down upon Orstide.

This is no longer a battle, but a war.

Each weapon carries its own "memory"—some have slain dragons, some have vanquished demons, but at this moment they all have only one goal.

It pierced through the white coat and plunged into the silver-haired body.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding one"

The sounds of metal clashing were continuous and so dense that it was impossible to count them, like a rainstorm of steel crashing down on a mountain of steel.

The explosions, in all their glory, were a cacophony of sounds. More than any cold weapon, the scene resembled a barrage of missiles bombarding a single target, a true visual spectacle.

"Chaos Demon"

As for Alster, who is self-proclaimed, he will naturally not be passively attacked.

Even he could sense a sharp killing intent emanating from those weapons. Many of them seemed to pose a natural threat to him. Although he didn't know why, what he had to do remained the same: dodge or parry.

While it's impossible to negate all the "explosions," it's still possible to use "Chaos Demon" to turn the threatening ones into simple weapon throws.

If you can't block it, then block it with your body.

Before the thousands of swords and blades could pierce his body, they seemed to hit an invisible wall, producing a series of ear-piercing metallic clangs, before all of them bounced off, broke, and shattered.

"Dragon Saint Battle Aura"

The invisible energy covering his entire body was solid enough to withstand physical attacks from Emperor-level or even God-level opponents. Although Yue Ren's weapons were all of high quality, they ultimately only used the simplest projection method to attack. After the "Chaotic Demon" cleared away the spell that caused the explosion, such attacks could at most delay and deplete his fighting spirit in front of the experienced Orstide.

Broken iron, shattered blades, and fragments of the shattered hilt scattered like fireworks, covering the ground in Alsterd's path.

Seeing this, the Yue people changed their strategy, gathering the scattered sword tide into a giant sword that could support the sky and thrust it at their opponent.

Seeing this, Alsterd did not dodge, but instead raised one hand forward and spoke.

Open it: "Front Dragon Gate"

As he spoke, a huge shield decorated with a handsome dragon pattern appeared before him. A giant sword composed of sword waves pierced through the shield, shattering it inch by inch.

When the last knife broke and fell to the ground, Alsterd was still standing in the same spot, his white coat without a single wrinkle.

He looked down at the broken iron scattered on the ground, then looked up at the Yue people.

"this one?"

The contemptuous tone and arrogant attitude, though only two words, stirred a sense of unease in the Yue people.

The latter immediately noticed and realized what was happening.

Is this the Kitakami-ryu style? It's surprisingly useful in actual combat.

That's right, this is the application of Orstide's Northern God Style, which uses language to provoke the opponent into losing their sense of proportion.

The Yue people's expressions changed.

It was a kind of ecstatic excitement.

"this one?"

He repeated it, then burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha... Indeed, that's not enough. Let's get something better."

He threw away the "Yuanhong" in his hand, stretched out one hand, and spread his index finger as if he were grasping the entire sky.

"Iris, Rudeus, see clearly the sharpness of this sword!"

'

"A sword without a blade."

The world has collapsed.

Countless blade blanks trembled in response to the call, and then shattered in the raging fire.

The iron blocks scattered like snowflakes, like cherry blossom petals drifting in the wind during cherry blossom season, a breathtaking sight.

The four audience members were so stunned by the beautiful scene before them that they were speechless.

Then came the flames.

It ignites in the palm of your hand.

Like a bright flame suddenly rising in the darkness, it is captivating.

The scattered iron pieces began to converge in the Yue people's palms, transforming everything they had into materials for forging the ultimate blade.

It wasn't a knife, nor a sword, nor any known weapon in the traditional sense. It was more like a solidified light, a tamed lightning bolt, a flame compressed to its extreme.

It is the embodiment of the concept of "settling down".

As his opponent, Orstide looked grave, sensing a power within this aura that could threaten his life.

The original plan was to use the techniques of the Northern God School to lure the opponent into attacking first and then seize an opening, but now it seems that the opponent intends to unleash their full power directly...

Without hesitation, the "Divine Blade" appeared in his hand, ready to unleash his strongest attack.

——Dumu Kaimasa.

A replica of the Kusanagi Sword, the ultimate strike.

Its very existence tears space apart, causing the air to groan in despair.

Faced with this absolutely formidable flaming blade, Orstide made the first move.

Raise your right hand, holding the "divine sword" that can unleash your full power but consumes a huge amount of energy, and unleash the fastest and strongest attack that surpasses the "Light Katana".

White flames erupted from his body, blowing away all the broken iron within a three-foot radius.

The overwhelming aura pressed down on everyone a kilometer away, almost causing them to kneel down—not for defense, but for attack.

"interesting."

For the first time, a very faint smile appeared at the corner of the Dragon God's mouth.

That wasn't a laugh; it was more like a bloodthirsty beast smelling its prey.

In a scene of breathtaking beauty and deadly intensity, the two looked at each other, both curling their lips into a smile, and then...

The sound of the impact was too loud for a human ear to bear, so the spectators couldn't hear anything.

The entire space seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then a burst of white light exploded.

A few seconds later—

Rudius seemed to suddenly snap out of his daze.

I subconsciously touched my body; thankfully, everything was still there.

My first reaction was to look at Alice, who was standing to the side. Thankfully, she was there too, as was Mr. Rigdl, and there was also a girl named Shizuka Nanahoshi standing to the side.

Everyone seemed to be safe and sound; they had not been caught in the devastating energy shock.

What happened? Did the older brother send them out?

Mr. Ridge Rudd had also come to his senses, seemingly earlier than him, while Alice and Seven Stars still had blank expressions.

"Are we alright?"

"Yes, it seems so. Their battle is over."

Looking in the direction that Ridge Rudd indicated, two figures reappeared not far away, but they no longer possessed the handsomeness they had at the beginning.

The two of them now should more accurately be called "wild men," especially since they are heavily injured.

Even so, after witnessing the battle just now, no one would think these two are in a sorry state.

The eldest brother from Yue appeared particularly pitiful, covered in blood.

His left arm was bent at an odd angle, clearly broken.

His right hand revealed the stark white bone fragments. The sword, too painful to look at, was still in his hand, but its blade was covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment—no, it was already shattering, disappearing little by little.

As for Orstide—

He stood where the Yue people had stood, looking down at his chest.

A bloodstain ran across his entire chest, and his internal organs were vaguely visible. An ordinary person would surely die from such a large-area injury, but based on the healing abilities these two people had previously demonstrated, it was probably only a superficial understanding.

He stared at the wound for a full three seconds.

Then he looked up and gazed at the blacksmith in the distance, who was struggling to get up.

"You held back? What did you do?"

There was no anger or surprise in his tone.

There was only one extremely complex feeling, something that was both gratifying and regrettable.

The Yue man spat out a mouthful of blood, used his remaining right hand to support his knees and stand up. The knife in his hand finally shattered into hundreds of pieces with a "crack".

He grinned.

His face was covered in blood, but he smiled like a beggar child who had received candy.

"How can you say that? That was my strongest attack, but as I said before, I only used swordsmanship."

That's right, he didn't add the conceptual power of "severing space" to this strike; he simply used his strongest attack to clash with his opponent's blade.

Just as agreed beforehand, only swordsmanship will be used.

"I feel like something bad has disappeared from my body. Is that the effect of your strike?"

Alsterd was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse.

"Consider it a small token of my appreciation for the immense malevolent energy within you," the curse feared by all things. "If I'm not mistaken, that attack just now should have reduced most of it. Consider it a small gift from me as an ally, is that alright?"

Both of them held back at the end, because it was just a competition. Although they looked to be in poor condition, neither of them had suffered any real injuries.

This battle also allowed both of them to understand each other's general situation.

The Dragon God understood that this person could not possibly be a member of the Human God's faction. The will revealed in the other party's weapon and flames was not something that a being like the Human God could control.

This young human is very young and very talented. He has not yet reached his limit, and if he continues to grow, I don't think I can beat him.

So the other party was indeed not lying. Not only that special ability, but also that powerful combat strength, could undoubtedly help him. And the key point is that the other party was willing to help.

He felt it was a very good deal to gain such an ally at the cost of a single match.

The Yue people also realized the power of what they called "foundation" and "experience".

As a demigod, Orstide was already exceptionally gifted, and more importantly, he possessed combat experience that could only be accumulated over countless years.

He wasn't someone who could fake an accident on his own based on basic skills; there was a lot of learning value in the other person.

Putting everything else aside, if the opponent weren't concerned about magic power, he could use the "Light Katana," which surpasses the level of a sword god, as a basic attack.

If so, who could possibly stop such an attack?

Moreover, through this encounter, he also sensed the other's character from his sword: a man of his word, honest and straightforward, who would not casually disregard the lives of the weak, a man worth getting to know better... Dragon.