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[ Congratulations, Yoon Sun-young! You have been gifted one of the Seven Deadly War Classes: the Anti-Magic Swordsman! ]
[ New feature installed! Introducing Anti-Magic Points—or AMP! ]
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Sun-young was seeing something from the System, though she didn’t comprehend what. Her brain was empty, her vision blurry and her legs trembling as blood trickled down from her chest to her feet.
That was when it happened. Her healing factor kicked in, Stamina Surge Lv. 2 booted up, and her wound thinned. The word unworthy rang in her head and she charged at Jack while powering up a skill. “Distortion Slash!” A turn and a quick swipe with his rapier.
Clang!
She made it. She made it! Jack was forced to switch from slitting Marta's throat to meeting Sun-young in a mighty clash.
“You have a strong desire to save your friends, Sun-young. What, is it because your own life was miserable, pathetic, and lonely? Do you think your friends can save you from that same loneliness?”
‘Left swing!’ She stepped-back and slash! Jack missed. Her instincts zoomed in on his left side. The side that was missing an arm. Jack leaned into it, mana running through it, and…counter! Just as she anticipated, his first strike was a feint and he was in actuality using his left side.
“Impressive focus. You’re not listening to me, are you? You just want to save your friend.”
Jack cackled and the golden rapier glowed with an otherworldly energy. Sun-young backed off, narrowly avoiding the black lightning, diving and rolling as it chased after her. She crawled and leaped and accidentally grabbed onto a piece of clothing from a corpse.
She didn’t think. She summoned all her strength and hurled the corpse back, the black lightning incinerating it into ashes. She kept leaping, kept throwing bodies, her gaze flickering towards Marta. She had to save her at all costs. She had to buy time and find a way to beat this bastard. Marta tried till her body broke apart.
‘I can’t give up. I have to be like her, fight till the very end. Don’t give up like you did before.’ Her muscles ached and several portions of the bones in her arms were shattered. She hated giving up. She didn’t want to give up ever again. She didn’t want her life to end like it did before. ‘I have friends now! I can’t just—gah!’
She circled behind Jack, crawling and jumping and ignoring the morals of her behaviour. Suddenly, the black lightning stopped. She pushed herself up, ignoring the twisted pain in her ankles, and charged at him. Her katana nearly shattered at the ensuing clash of metal.
“Yoon Sun-young…I see now. Your life was a total waste. How sad.”
Jack began meeting her strikes with superior vigour. In all their previous duels, he put in enough power to label it a struggle between equals. One strike, two strikes, three strikes. ‘Fuckfuckfuck! His blade is so fucking heavy that it takes all the energy in my body to parry it!’
He was going faster and harder, the metal in the rapier rendering Majin-ken a mere toy. Tears went down her face as she tried harder and harder.
‘I don’t want to die! I don’t want Marta to die! So please…’
Snap!
The upper half of Majin-ken was hurled away in a sweeping swing. Sun-young stood there, panting, bloody, and desperate. She lowered her katana, unable to conjure up an ounce of energy.
‘Why…won’t you leave us alone?’ The tears kept falling, her eyes and arms falling. ‘Why…why won’t you die?’ She squeezed her eyes shut, the tears trapped. In the haze of darkness and hopelessness, she prayed. She begged for god. She wept for a miracle. 'Please...just this once...! God, help me.'
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[ Anti-Magic Swordsman equipped! ]
Through the blood, sweat, and tears, she heard Jack’s voice. “What? Not you too…”
Her strength returned to her twice-fold! No, no…more! So much more! It was like several stacks of Stamina Surge came together and bolstered her muscles and dulled the pain. The lost-portion of Majin-ken was swiftly replaced by a black energy—by herself.
She opened her eyes and swung her sword. This time, it was Jack’s blood that spilled.
“What…?”
“Haaa!” She closed the minor distance between them as he staggered back. Slash! Slash! A massive X-mark was cut across his chest. Sun-young planned to turn into an eight-sided compass and kept wailing at him. There wasn’t a thought in her eyes. She fought according to her instincts and blocked Jack’s half-hearted attempts to counter. His blade was impossibly heavy. Her solace came in the form of skill and balance. Even if his blows could rip her apart, they still had to adhere to the laws of physics.
The mana inside him spiked and as she anticipated black lightning erupting from the rapier. Her eyes were wide and open and she reacted right on time, leaping back and running adeptly. No crawling, no desperation, her eyes were laser-focused on him. Infinite stamina welled inside her muscles.
She felt…
‘Amazing!’ She didn’t have a clue what happened. She didn’t know what a War Class was or what an Anti-Magic Swordsman did, but she didn’t have the time to stand around and check. She had to fight! She had to win!
‘I feel like I can do this! I can!’
Five feet to the left of Jack was Marta and…Jules? She was there, healing the kneeling Marta with a singing bird. Jack’s focus, however, was on her and Sun-young intended to keep it that way.
‘I'm scared. I'm so scared…!’ His aura never left. The feeling of despair and death lingered, the corpses a bleak reminder of her future if she failed. ‘It doesn't matter! Come on, Sun-young! Do it! Fight! Save Marta! Live up to something for once in your fucking life!’
“Distortion Slash!” Everything felt smooth. The long-range attack was deftly blocked, but in its cover, Sun-young ran up to him and followed up with a Nullifying Slash. Her speed was absurd and even Jack was put on the back-end due to her sheer acceleration. She heard a grunt from Jack.
“I always fight to help my opponent’s reach their full potential, but…a War Class?” A disgruntled chuckle. “This is a first. I suppose this should be an honour.”
‘Don't die, don't die, don't die…!’ Sun-young muttered in her head, her arms shaking. Even with the boost, she was weaker than him. Even now, the grim reaper loomed in front of her.
“Nghh….!”
Jack’s laughter reverberated through her arms. “Is everything Jake with you, little dame?”
She didn’t answer him, instead scanning his body for weak points. His left hand was made of dark magic, but because of anti-magic, that left hand was often weakened, thus leading him to rely on the left side of his weight to compensate.
In accordance to Kumdo, Sun-young often fought with both her hands. A habit she had begun to evolve from ever since her fight with August. She didn’t need to use both her hands, but that was what Jack thought she would always do. Two right strikes to his left, urging him to lean on it further and further, and then—
Bam!
She lifted her leg and kicked him in the side. It was an off-the-cuff move and she nearly lost her equilibrium from the sudden shift in style and the utter lack of damage she did. Jack laughed and watched as she backed-off.
“How daring. Trying something new against me, Jack. Frankly, I appreciate it. I feel that most of my opponents refuse to adapt. They have no interest in growing stronger, in being worthy, but you do.” He pointed the rapier at her. “Come, Yoon Sun-young. Hit me with your best shot.”
An aura of black mana enveloped him, thicker and stronger than ever. This was Advanced Flow of Mana. In nearly every stat, he was superior to her—
Clang!
Save speed. She was able to meet his rapier head-on with the pure concentration of anti-magic in the missing portion of the katana. She was able to clash against him while knowing she wouldn’t die just yet. Her broken katana was the only thing capable of opposing Jack—and she knew that in advance. They exchanged several more attacks, with Sun-young going on the offensive. At this point, she understood everything she needed to know about Jack’s fighting style. He preferred defense to offense and he relied on his superior strength and body weight for both, never implementing proper footwork.
That was the sign of a conceited fighter. Dodging was a formality for him. His habit was to take things head-on, even if there was no meaning in it.
Even now, Jack could very easily surprise her with a burst of lightning. But he didn’t. As he kept reiterating over and over again, he wanted to fight someone worthy. Well, he’d get it and so much more.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
She upped her speed, focusing on his left side again. Jack seemed to feel into the rhythm and he blocked. The smile behind his mask was practically written on him. He was taller than her and she shifted her footwork accordingly, never letting herself be compromised.
‘One hit,’ Sun-young told herself. ‘One hit and he can end me. One hit, one whim, and this battle is over!’
Then, as he brought his blade closer and closer to her face, pushing her down with his superior strength, she landed a kick.
Jack anticipated a dull feeling.
Instead, blood gushed out as she removed her foot. He said nothing, failing to comprehend that Sun-young had filled her foot with anti-magic. At the corner of her vision was a black bar that dropped two-thirds down. It took nearly everything she had for this opening. To tear through his Advanced Flow of Mana with her anti-magic. He staggered back and—
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sun-young went at him. He was off-balance, bleeding, and very much puzzled. On instinct, he deflected her blocks, his rapier not once being compromised. But Jack was. As a consequence of leaning into his left side, there was an opening on his right. An uncontrollable thrill pulsed through her veins.
‘I’ve got you now!’
She threw her entire body forward as the black end of her katana pierced into his heart.