Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 624

Reversed colors.

Extreme Strength was already active.

Su-ho had already stepped into the bastard’s range, and Jack was already restraining him.

[ Diamond Cut activates. ]

[ Combined Sword Art activates. ]

[ True Severance activates. ]

Vacuum Style Ninth Form Semi-Ultimate Combined Sword Art.

The chosen technique was True Severance, the fusion of Soul Severing and Diamond Cut, a slash worthy of being called the ultimate cutting strike.

The sword thrust forward.

The blade radiated a different kind of brilliance from Extermination of Evil, and upon it was layered the power of Extreme Strength, one of the Seven Holy Arts called the strongest Holy Art of Pantheon.

[ Extreme Strength is applied. ]

[ True Severance’s power rises to the extreme. ]

Extreme Strength, the superior Holy Art of Enhancement, was named as such because it elevated the performance of a single sword strike to the absolute limit.

That was why the hilt felt unimaginably heavy in Su-ho’s hand, as though he were unsheathing a furious beast from its scabbard.

Around then, Edersen also sensed that something had changed.

“This—!”

His mouth opened.

At the same time, every cell within Edersen’s body—which had lived for centuries as though immortal—began screaming.

Dangerous.

Something was terribly wrong.

But by the time he realized it and tried to respond, it was already too late.

Harm of Evil dispersed, and the energies serving as defensive attendants instantly gathered around their master.

But something stood even closer than them.

Su-ho’s sword.

Jack smiled as well.

And thought,

You idiot.

Battles between masters are decided by the thickness of a single sheet of paper.

And if you lose, then the reason will probably be the opening created by your arrogance.

Edersen’s power exploded outward belatedly and blasted Jack away.

But it was already too late.

Su-ho’s sword swept cleanly across Edersen’s body.

KWAJAAAAAAAAA—!

Destruction began.

Everything touched by Su-ho’s blade was destroyed.

The thing being destroyed was Edersen.

More precisely, the cells of Edersen—the man who had lived for nearly immortal centuries and been called undying—began collapsing helplessly.

KWAAAAAAAH!!

His cells failed to regenerate.

His power gathered desperately, yet his recovery could not keep up with the destruction.

Su-ho’s sword advanced beautifully, as though crossing an entire continent.

And finally—

When Su-ho’s blade completely swept across Edersen’s body—

FWOOOOM!

A massive gust erupted in the exact direction of the swing.

The sword had risen from below to above, beginning at the waist, slicing through the opposite collarbone, and grazing the jaw above it.

As a result, Edersen’s head twisted slightly.

Su-ho withdrew the sword.

This time, he felt it.

A proper hit.

He could see Edersen’s energy desperately chasing after the path left by the blade.

Why!

Why exactly!

Why won’t it regenerate?!

It almost sounded like the screams of Edersen’s cells themselves.

Because of that, Su-ho did not retreat.

He immediately pulled back the sword he had extended and swung again.

SLASH!

He did not use Extreme Strength.

Nor anything else.

He simply swung his sword.

But he could feel it.

Unlike before, this strike had landed properly.

Grin—

The corners of his lips rose.

At that moment, Edersen’s frozen gaze slowly rolled toward Su-ho.

Su-ho did not avoid those eyes.

What?

What are you going to do about it?

With exactly that kind of expression, he glared back while forcing power into the opposite direction of his swing.

SLASH!

The sword swung again.

And then—

SKRRRRRRAAAAAK!!

A truly insane barrage of slashes.

There was no pattern.

No technique.

He focused only on one thing—

How to carve him into even smaller pieces.

He swung the sword again and again.

KAKANG! KANG!

Only belatedly regaining his senses, portions of Edersen’s energy desperately tried to crush and kill Su-ho.

But each time, the Protection Holy Art wrapped around him.

Edersen’s body repeatedly attempted to regenerate and repeatedly failed.

It was over.

The momentum had shifted entirely to this side.

Su-ho swung his sword like a madman, and with every strike, he wished for Edersen’s death a hundred times.

Then—

KWAAAAANG!!

Edersen’s body exploded.

Something within him sensed its master’s death approaching and chose a self-destructive explosion to forcibly break this demonic cycle.

Dense smoke spread everywhere.

And when the smoke cleared—

What appeared was golden light.

The golden light was a Holy Art.

The Protection Holy Art protecting Su-ho.

Within the Protection Holy Art that wrapped around Su-ho like the overlapping hands of a god, Su-ho crouched low.

More precisely, he had already pulled the Blood Sword back to his waist and was preparing one final devastating strike.

Crouched low, Su-ho’s eyes gleamed as he prepared to draw the blade once more.

And the moment the smoke vanished, Edersen’s gaze met Su-ho’s crouched figure.

“Thi—!”

He wanted to say “This—!”

But Su-ho’s sword was faster.

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