Chapter 262

RMSBS – Episode 262 . The Beast of Revelation (2)

*C-Clang*

*Baaang*

Countless battles were well under way and the sound of explosions had become the new norm .

Even as the explosions occurred due to the collision of aura, the battle between Pram and Pierrot Mask had reached an equilibrium .

A high-speed battle in which even sound itself could not catch up .

Their swords crossed ceaselessly .

*B-B-B-Bang*

Pram countered the attacks flying in from everywhere and at the same time struck courageously towards Pierrot Mask at every opportunity he could .

‘… I cannot win like this . ’

There were numerous wounds on his body . It was impossible to block all of the attacks, of which there were hundreds and thousands of, from Pierrot Mask .

And as time passed by, the number of wounds increased .

It was an inevitable result .

There was an uncrossable wall between Pierrot Mask, a King-Class swordsman, and Pram, a mere Bishop-Class .

The biggest factor was the total amount of aura available to them .

Pram was lacking in terms of sheer amount of aura, therefore he was at a disadvantage the longer the battle lasted .

The wire penetrated his silver lines and emmenated a whooshing sound as it split the air .

Pram quickly rolled his body to the side .

*Baang*

He barely avoided the attack, but an enormous gap was created due to his huge movement .

It was only for a moment, but as this was a battle of speed, this necessary error was a critical mistake .

*Whoosh*

However, Pierrot Mask did not overcommit to punishing him . He maintained his distance carefully . When Pram drew near, he drew back . He refused to approach past a set distance, even when there was a gap presented .

There was only one reason he was moving that way .

‘He’s wary of my ultimate stab . ’

His stab was probably the best attack Pram had at his disposal .

Quickly striking with a massive accumulation of aura, thoroughly condensed into a single point . This was the only means he had of overpowering Pierrot Mask .

However, Pierrot Mask neutralized the opportunity for Pram to use it by not crossing a fixed range . He consistently wore Pram out while maintaining his distance .

If this continued, Pram’s defeat was inevitable .

Pierrot Mask taunted him .

“You seem nervous . It’s too late anyway . He’s probably already dead . ”

“… … ”

Pram glanced towards the area behind Pierrot Mask . It was covered with something similar to a dark fog .

A Shadow World .

It had appeared, consuming almost the entire Divide Palace .

At the same time, he lost contact with Desir and Adjest . It was proof that they were caught in the Shadow World .

“Your strategies have failed . ”

Pram shook his head .

“… … No, I trust Desir . ”

“Hm . Is that so? Well, this turn of events isn’t too bad . ”

Pierrot Mask jeered at him .

“I wonder what kind of expression he’ll have on his face when he returns and sees your corpse?”

*B-B-B-Bang*

Pram charged in an instant .

He had minimized the amount of aura he had used in the battle, and charged in by strengthening his body with an unexpected surge in power .

*C-C-Clang*

The Clothes Line, which had received an attack above its limit, tried its best to let out a warning before being destroyed .

The wire brushed past Pram and cut him deeply . The trickling blood reddened Pierrot Mask’s wire .

However, his attack had not been one born from futility .

“… … !”

*C-C-Clang*

Pram took an enormous hit, but he had managed to reduce the gap somehow .

*Whisshhh*

The silver line that was spread out everywhere started to coalesce around Pram’s sword .

A high-density, compressed aura .

A huge amount of aura swiftly gathered, an amount which would exceed the tolerance of any sword not made from Blankšum .

Pram, who had reduced the distance between himself and Pierrot Mask, finally let loose the attack he had been waiting so patiently for an opportunity to use .

Pram’s pierce thrust rushed in, tearing the very air apart .

*Crack*

“The reason why I deliberately did not approach you… ”

Pram’s sword penetrated the air while Pierrot Mask pulled out his dagger and slightly bent the trajectory of Pram’s thrust .

It was easy to say, but in reality, this was not an easy task to deflect such a piercing strike of a rapier . Deflecting such a fine point required immense control and finesse .

However, Pierrot Mask, a King-Class swordsman, was able to execute such a move as if it were a trivial task .

There was a wry smile on his face .

“… was because I’m annoyed . ”

Numerous wires flooded in towards Pram .

The silver line scattered everywhere accordingly . He dashed after Pierrot Mask, who was about to step back once again . If Pierrot Mask was allowed to widen the gap, then it would be impossible for Pram to close it again .

Pram’s vision went fuzzy . He realized he may have made a fatal mistake . Between the blood loss and how much he had overexerted himself, Pram realized he wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer .

The number of wounds increased and the pain accumulated .

*C-Clang*

*Claaang*

Because he approached by overexerting his strength, the situation worsened .

When his last hidden card was destroyed in vain, he started to see the weak point in his swordsmanship .

It was not just a strategy that was blocked .

It felt as though all the efforts he had made over the last few years had been rejected and he was being played around like a fool .

Pram Schneider…

‘… cannot beat Pierrot Mask . ’

Pierrot Mask burrowed into that gap of hesitation .

A sword brushed past Pram’s cheek . Even though he thought that he had escaped narrowly, his cheek stung .

*Drip*

The blood trailing down his jaw was hot .

‘This is my limit . ’

Thoughts came to his mind .

‘Maybe I’ve done my part by buying some time against the King-Class swordsman . ’

He, who had reached Bishop-Class, was able to buy this much time against a King-Class opponent .

‘Have I not done my part? Are these results not excellent, considering I am a mere Bishop-Class?’

‘For all the effort I have put into studying the sword, it was amazing enough that a half-wit like me has endured until now . ’

He only had enough talent to master one technique .

That was why he practiced and honed just that technique .

Any real swordsman would criticise him for artificially inflating his class by taking a shortcut .

He reached this position in this manner, but one could not advance further by focusing on such a narrow path . Pram knew that fact better than anyone .

Even though he was a member of the Starling Party, Pram was different from Desir and Adjest . The best Pram could do was to aid them from the side lines .

“… … ”

But .

‘Am I satisfied with this?’

‘No . ’

Focus .

Pram emptied his mind . Once again, he focused on the tip of his rapier .

Again, silver lines appeared and began to gather together . Thinking that this was his frantic last-ditch effort, Pierrot Mask sneered .

Suddenly, Pram’s sword sliced Pierrot Mask .

‘… … How?’

The smell of the blood wafted in . Pierrot Mask clicked his tongue lightly .

Pram took a stance and continued rushing him recklessly, as if he was not interested in his reaction .

He poured almost all of his aura into his body and compressed the remaining aura at the tip of his rapier . The sword groaned as his aura approached its limit . The movement of the aura was like that of a flowing river .

‘Higher speed and power . ’

‘I must win . ’

Desir always believed in Pram .

Pram had always been busy following his footsteps .

*Claaang*

This piercing stab was the only thing he excelled at .

It was his only attack that no one could match .

That was why he had been able to advance to this position, higher than anyone else . Therefore, Pram could only continue executing it .

He had to go for it .

A quick attack that, hopefully, not even Pierrot Mask could handle .

*Whoosh*

His stab, which shot out with a whooshing sound, sliced Pierrot Mask in a location near his ribs .

However, Pram was not satisfied with this .

It was not fast enough .

It was not strong enough .

He had to reach the pinnacle, otherwise he would die having failed to perfect a single move .

To hit the target without fail, a mortal blow .

His rapier moved once again .

*Swish*

The first blow approached diagonally .

Pierrot Mask was going to move .

The second blow approached from below .

However, Pierrot Mask did not react .

He was not able to react, to be exact .

The third blow approached head-on .

Beyond the level of an almost non-existent temporal gap, each stab happened simultaneously from three different directions .

*Crrrrack*

“How on earth are you… ?”

Pierrot Mask stepped back . Crimson red blood flowed down from his pierced shoulder and leg .

He was short of breath .

The fact that he survived was a little short of a miracle .

He, who had reached King-Class, was only able to narrowly escape the penetration of his neck through divine luck .

He uttered with a trembling voice .

“What a monstrous stage you’ve reached . ”

Pram raised his sword instead of answering .

Somehow, it had become easier to move his body .

It was at that moment when he was about to move once again .

*Crraasshh*

Pram and Pierrot Mask turned their heads towards the sound . The dark fog that was covering the Divide Palace cleared and the area had started to return to normal .

Pram’s face brightened up . Desir and Adjest must have cleared the Shadow World safely .

Now, if he took care of Pierrot Mask, the operation would be over . His face livened up as he was caught up in euphoria .

“Ha . ”

Pierrot Mask burst into laughter . He was stumbling as he looked up at the sky .

“Hahahahahahaha . Really . Was that it? I always knew you were a madman, but you’ve really outdone yourself this time . Ahahaha!”

Seeing Pierrot Mask, who was clearly at a disadvantage, laughing convulsively, Pram felt strange .

*Crrrrrrrack*

The sky was cracking like glass breaking . And something started to come out from the crack .

“… … What is that?”

All of a sudden, the whole area became silent .

Pram felt an overwhelming sense of intense pressure from that mysterious something . His body was on the verge of shaking unconsciously .

“By the look of it… ”

Pierrot Mask’s body was slowly becoming buried in the dark and growing dimmer .

“It seems like we’ve won this battle . ”

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