30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 250

“-An axe?”

Iliad tilted his head in confusion.

It was hard to comprehend why his opponent had suddenly discarded his sword and grabbed an axe. It made no sense at all.

“Why? Is the axe laughable?”

“...It’s not that it’s laughable, but isn’t it an unsuitable weapon for a knight?”

“So you’re looking down on it.”

In the Pendragon family, axes were not commonly used weapons.

The reason being that they appeared too crude for a knight.

It wasn’t a prejudice against woodcutters, but rather a general perception that axes were to be used by bandits or mercenaries. Since the potential for mastering an axe was limited, using it as a primary weapon was seen as an admission that the knight was declaring, “I am unskilled, so I’ll use a simple weapon!”

Of course, people wouldn’t openly mock someone for wielding an axe, but there was an underlying current of disdain, and the axe was not a respected weapon.

Yet here was someone who had reached a significant level, and that person was now wielding an axe. Iliad couldn’t hide his disappointment.

“I’m disappointed. A swordsman should fight with a sword until the very end. How could you pull out an axe?”

“Disappointed or not, I don’t care. I’m neither someone who’s attached to weapons nor a swordsman.”

“...This is pointless.”

It was evil.

“Don’t regret it.”

Perhaps it was the overwhelming sense of disappointment, but Iliad’s blade flashed without the faintest hint of laughter.

With his willow sword, Iliad had earned the title of [Sword Saint] by the age of twenty.

“This is called the ‘Radiant Sword.’”

The Radiant Sword style.

A new swordsmanship style that Iliad had devised in his teens and perfected by his twenties.

Whiiish!

The sword energy spread naturally, flowing outward and rapidly expanding.

Inspired one day by sunlight, the swordsmanship became an extension of Iliad, with the sword energy surrounding him like a sun, eradicating everything within its reach. It created a vast swath of sword energy that multiplied by the dozens, impossible to count, instantly cutting through the surrounding area.

Swish!

Everything within a 1-kilometer radius centered on Iliad was cut down.

Trees, rocks, and hills—everything.

Even if an iron wall stood in his way, Iliad’s sharp sword energy would slice through it, demonstrating formidable cutting power.

Boom—!

...That’s how it should have been.

“—The name sounds grand, but it doesn’t seem that impressive.”

“!!”

The next moment, the light from the sword energy was shattered like glass by the axe.

It shouldn’t have broken so easily!

But no matter how shocked Iliad was, he still—

“First, let me land a blow.”

Whoosh!!

Ihan’s axe struck Iliad squarely on the chin.

“Ugh-?!”

The crowd instinctively winced.

They weren’t the ones getting hit, but when they heard something from Iliad’s chin that shouldn’t have been there, they shut their eyes tightly. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

As for Felicia...

“Ahh...!”

She nearly teared up watching her son get struck, her mental state crumbling like a fish out of water, her hands shaking in distress.

Despite all that, she couldn’t bring herself to intervene.

“Ah!”

...Because her grandson clenched his fists in joy at the sight, she couldn’t do anything.

‘Is this right?’

Somehow, it felt like witnessing an unfilial act, and Felicia couldn’t hide her discomfort as she swallowed hard, trying to think positively.

‘This means Iliad will recover, right?’

It was the small faith that her son’s treatment would go well that made her believe in this outcome.

Thus...

“Hi, hang in there...”

Felicia, with a pained expression, had no choice but to offer her support.

***

Ihan genuinely wanted to ask.

Huuuuk!!

‘What kind of audacity does he have to disregard an axe?’

Boom!

“Ugh!?”

What a shame it would be to suffer like this.

“You blocked the sword so casually, but why are you struggling so much against the axe?”

“What the hell...!”

“Why are you so good with an axe? It’s obvious.”

This was my livelihood, you fool.

Back when I was a mercenary, I’d take on construction jobs as a side gig. As a soldier, I had to wield an axe to build fortifications, including stockades. Even as a knight, I worked in construction to earn a living, and I became quite skilled at it.

After more than ten years of chopping, of course, I became proficient, and I never half-assed a single chop.

‘An axe is about delivering a single, powerful strike.’

Sure, an axe is a weapon that would suit bandits or mercenaries. However, the reason they use axes as their primary weapon is because an axe is inherently a powerful weapon, capable of shattering even a sword with ease.

In that sense, the axe and I are a perfect match.

Whoosh!

Ihan’s back muscles rippled, swelling with power.

Focusing all the strength of his well-trained body on destruction, he poured his full force into the axe. His strike was simple, but because of that simplicity, it was incredibly deadly.

The Northern Black Lion was born with the power to summon the strength of a mountain, but Ihan’s power was more like the sheer strength of an ox.

After a lifetime of hard work and persistence, Ihan had gained the kind of immense strength that could move mountains, bit by bit.

—Great strength unleashed!

Though it didn’t have an official name, if the leader of the bandits called the Green Mountain King existed, this level of strength would be the bare minimum required. This was the philosophy Ihan had developed through years of axe work, and it came crashing down in one powerful swing.

“!!?”

So what if there’s a technique that nullifies all others?

‘I’ll just keep swinging until it splits!’

Crash! Boom! Crash—!!

Ihan’s axe strikes kept coming.

It didn’t matter if his opponent blocked or countered, if the sword grazed his body—he simply kept swinging, mechanically, again and again.

Thwack! Crack!

His skin tore, and blood poured out, but Ihan didn’t care. He kept attacking relentlessly.

And finally...

Crack!

“Gah...!”