30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 299

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Like the wings of a bee, which flap over two hundred times per second, knights who have attained Sword Resonance typically generate over two hundred vibrations per second in their blades.

Of course, that was just the average.

The higher a knight's level and the more skilled they became at wielding Sword Resonance, the faster the vibrations grew—some surpassing even a thousand per second, earning them the title of Master Knights.

To an observer, it would resemble the high-frequency blades seen in science fiction films.

This was why Sword Resonance—or Sword Echo—had been considered an essential milestone for swordsmen across tens of thousands of years.

Achieving Sword Resonance didn’t make one invincible, but in life-or-death combat, it was often the defining factor between survival and annihilation—

The one decisive strike that could turn the tide of battle.

That was why Resonance was a force to be reckoned with.

Even in the modern era, where Aura Manifestation and Sword Qi had become dominant techniques, Sword Resonance remained irreplaceable.

If Sword Qi was like an unfathomable abyss, with an unknown endpoint—

Then Sword Resonance was like a mountain, a skill that could be steadily climbed with continuous effort.

And so—

‘My Sword Resonance was vibrating at five thousand times per second, right?’

The harder one struggled, the more Resonance amplified exponentially.

A knight who struggled more than anyone—who fought more desperately than anyone—could generate five times the resonance of other Master Knights.

Of course, that wasn’t an exact calculation.

It might have been less.

Or... it might have been more.

But right now—

‘The vibrations... have increased?’

At this moment, his Resonance was stronger than it had ever been.

Spreading Resonance across his entire body rather than limiting it to a sword created far more vibrations.

Roughly twice as many—over ten thousand vibrations per second.

Even Ihan himself felt that he had created something insane.

The name Bulletproof Qi Technique might suggest it was purely for defense—

But in reality, it didn’t just block attacks.

It shattered the enemy completely.

‘...I can’t use it for long, though.’

Ihan shrugged lightly.

At most, he had about ten minutes.

If he went beyond that...

‘My body will melt.’

This wasn’t like Diamond Body—

This was a double-edged sword.

He had wrapped himself in the deadliest of blades—

And if he lost control, his body would disintegrate before anyone could even find his remains.

However—

‘Ten minutes, huh?’

Boom!

‘That’s more than enough.’

***

BOOM!

This time—

Ihan moved first.

Fwoooosh—!!

With the burst of Shadow Step, his body shot forward like the wind, charging straight at Ninsubur.

“Hm!”

Ninsubur’s face hardened as he immediately dodged.

He refused to engage head-on.

‘It’s dangerous, but as long as I don’t touch him, I’ll be fine.’

No matter how deadly that technique was, it was useless if it didn’t connect.

And in terms of speed and skill, he still held the absolute advantage.

Avoiding it was no problem at all—

Bang! Boom! BOOM!

“—Just because you’re faster than me doesn’t mean you can move freely.”

“!!?”

Ihan’s Shattering Strike—his most trusted technique—

Wasn’t used to attack this time.

Instead, it was used to block every possible escape route.

If he couldn’t match his speed—

Then he would simply seal off every direction Ninsubur could move in.

It was a simple strategy.

But right now, it was devastatingly effective.

For one full second—

Ninsubur’s movement was restricted.

And to some, one second might seem insignificant—

Fwsh!

“Got you.”

To others, it was everything.

SHRIIIIIP!

“!!?!”

Ihan’s massive hand seized Ninsubur’s face—

And slammed him into the ground.

BOOOM!

Brutally.

“Ugh...!!”

But the pain Ninsubur felt wasn’t just from hitting the ground.

He barely reacted to external physical impact—

But this—

Chiiiiiiiik!

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The moment Ihan touched him, it was like razor-sharp sawblades were shredding his flesh apart.

Shlk!

And the more Ihan struck him—

The more his skin was ripped apart, his blood poured out, and his bones became exposed.

But—

Fwoosh!

No matter how gruesome the wounds—

A divine body simply regenerated.

As if those injuries were nothing.

“You little brat—!”

Fwsh!

Fully healed, Ninsubur wrenched himself from Ihan’s grasp, fury surging through him.

And immediately, he resumed his barrage of relentless attacks—

But.

Shluk!

...This time, the one getting injured was Ninsubur.

“!”

“A brat, huh? Well, if your biggest strength is gone, doesn’t that make you the real amateur here?”

Thunk!

Somehow—

A hand axe was now buried in Ninsubur’s shoulder.

It wasn’t that Ninsubur had failed to track Ihan’s movements.