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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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People often said an elf’s weapon was their long lifespan.
It was usually used as a figure of speech.
Meaning they could accomplish so much during their long lives.
But there were those crazy bastards who literally used their lifespan as a weapon.
And one of those bastards was standing right in front of him.
Crimson light spread throughout the dark cavern.
Light fueled by Rex’s burning lifespan, radiated outward from his body.
The hue of the light gradually shifted to orange.
Proof that his lifespan was decreasing in real time.
When the final, icy blue flames flickered and died out…
That was when Rex would die.
“I’ve staked everything on my revenge! What have you staked?!”
Rex had literally staked everything.
He was betting his life and lifespan on achieving his revenge.
If it had only been directed at Transylvania, he wouldn’t have cared.
The problem was that Rex was causing trouble for innocent people.
“I’m warning you again! Forfeit if you’re not prepared to die!”
“You idiot… Making such a big deal out of ‘resolve’…”
This was truly hopeless.
While burning one’s lifespan for power was considered taboo…
It wasn’t explicitly forbidden.
“Ah…”
He glanced at Mia, who also looked flustered.
It didn’t violate the rules of the duel… and it didn’t break any Elvenguard laws.
As the judge, she had no grounds to stop the duel.
The duel had to continue.
Rex would quickly defeat him… and then summon Transylvania to the arena to exact his revenge.
Next would be Yulia.
That damn bastard would burn away his lifespan to kill Yulia too.
Rex had clearly lost his mind.
He was walking a tightrope, committing crimes while barely staying within the bounds of the law.
He had to stop him.
He had to stop Rex here.
The first thing that came to mind was stalling for time.
Stalling until Rex’s flames turned blue.
He just had to hold out until Rex’s lifespan ran out.
But even the idiotic Rex would have thought of that.
“You rat bastard! You think I don’t know what you’re up to?!”
“Ugh…!”
Bang!
As Rex stomped his foot, dirt and debris flew in all directions.
Rex, engulfed in flames, charged towards him.
He gave up on clashing swords and dodged to the side.
But the blade changed direction mid-flight, pursuing him.
He barely managed to escape Rex’s sword range after a series of desperate dodges.
“How long do you think you can keep running?!”
But it was only a temporary reprieve.
The price for breaking his stance…
He paid the moment Rex closed the distance again in a single breath.
He ran and ran and ran.
But he knew he couldn’t keep this up forever.
Ultimately, Rex had the advantage in both speed and power.
He was merely prolonging his life by sacrificing his stamina.
As his stamina drained, his retreats became slower…
And cuts and bruises accumulated on his body.
One mistake, and those minor wounds would turn into a fatal blow to his abdomen.
He was already gasping for breath and he had been cornered against a wall.
Nowhere to run, no energy left.
He had to fight back.
To break out of this corner, he had to clash swords.
But he had no intention of fighting a fair fight.
“What?!”
Pretending to turn his back…
He delivered a spinning back kick, using the sole of his shoe to deflect Rex’s blade.
At the same time, he aimed a low horizontal slash at Rex’s waist.
“I already figured out that you use two sword styles!”
But as if expecting it, Rex, who had been carefully maintaining his distance, dodged backwards.
He deflected the incoming blade with a sturdy metal ring and attempted a counterattack, but it was easily parried.
He had tried mixing the Dakia and Frost Styles to create confusion, but Rex simply reacted calmly and blocked every attack.
‘Now!’
But that created an opening.
The Dakia and Frost Styles.
One focused on offense, the other on defense.
They were inherently incompatible.
Being wary of both styles at the same time…
Meant being completely vulnerable to a style that was completely different from both.
“Huh?!”
His last trump card.
He drew his sword and charged, using the Merida Style.
Movements completely different from his previous wide swings and thrusts.
The complete opposite of the Dakia Style, which aimed for direct hits.
It was an attack that flowed like water, slipping past defenses and piercing the enemy with the tip of the blade.
Rex’s eyes widened as his wrist was bent at an impossible angle.
The blade slid along the surface of the curved sword and flew towards him.
This was unavoidable.
No matter how fast Rex’s reflexes had become, the best he could do was to pull his head back.
But even then, his skull was still within range of his sword tip.
He had him.
“Kraaaaaaaagh!!!”
“…?!”
But at that moment, something unbelievable happened.
The tip of his sword hit Rex’s forehead.
He felt the satisfying sensation of piercing skin and flesh.
But what followed wasn’t the feeling of bone shattering, but rather…
A scraping sensation, as if he was scratching against a hard surface.
He hit his head, but he couldn’t kill him.
“Hah… Hah… Using the Merida Style too… You petty thief…!”
“This is insane. How am I supposed to beat this?”
Rex, who had stepped back, clutched his bleeding head and gasped for breath.
He had perfectly exploited Rex’s weakness.
But Rex was simply too tough.
It seemed like burning away his lifespan not only increased his strength but also his durability.
Shallow cuts wouldn’t be enough to inflict a fatal blow.
He had to strike a direct hit to shatter Rex’s skull but that was impossible.
He had only managed to land that blow by sheer luck.
Against someone who surpassed him in strength, speed, and skill, such a large movement wouldn’t work.
‘This is bad.’
He had no more trump cards to play.
He had shown the Dakia Style, the Frost Style, and even the Merida Style.
From now on, Rex would be even more cautious and careful, putting pressure on him.
If he had completely lost his mind and gone berserk, it might have been different…
But he was going insane slowly, maintaining his rationality while possessing overwhelming physical abilities.
There was simply no way to fight him head-on.
“A life-risking elf is insanely strong… Why don’t you guys just form a suicide squad? You could probably conquer the world.”
“No elf would waste the lifespan granted by the World Tree like that! Unless they’re as committed to revenge as I am!”
Rex’s one eye, now red from the blood dripping from his forehead, glared at him.
He caught his breath and raised his curved sword, assuming a stance.
The light surrounding his body gradually shifted from yellow to blue.
He responded by…
Setting his dislocated wrist back in place and gripping his sword.
He could see the tip of his blade trembling, his stamina depleted.
But he couldn’t back down.
“Why won’t you forfeit? Even your surprise attack failed! Give up this pointless resistance! I’m fighting with my life on the line! Stop wasting someone else’s lifespan and just leave if you’re not serious!”
“My life is on the line too.”
Rex shouted, his voice filled with resentment.
But he was also desperate.
He had been fighting for 12 years.
12 years of fighting, and this was his last chance.
He couldn’t let someone who declared they would ruin everything in this final loop get away with it.
He couldn’t let Yulia become his next target.
“I don’t understand! Are you in love with that witch? Why are you so devoted to a witch that even Elvenguard abandoned and everyone fears?!”
“Love…?”
It was absurd.
Him, in love with Yulia?
He burst into laughter.
“Huh. No.”
No.
It wasn’t that simple.
It wasn’t a simple matter of liking or disliking.
“It’s more than that.”
The trembling in his hand subsided.
Strength surged through his body.
His stamina was already depleted, but his focus was at its peak.
The control of his magic power, refined through the mana stone embedded in his sword hilt, was more perfect than ever.
He was stronger now than he had ever been.
But he was still no match for an elf burning away 1000 years of lifespan.
For the next 5 minutes, Rex would wield unparalleled strength.
Against overwhelming power, the difference in combat experience and skill was meaningless.
He had even managed to block a well-aimed blow with his thick skull…
No technique would work from now on.
“Haa…”
Looking at Rex as he assumed his stance, he felt like he was facing a giant wall.
A wall he could simply walk around, but he was foolishly trying to climb it, struggling in vain.
To break Rex’s bones and inflict a fatal wound, he had to land a direct hit.
That meant he had to get close with a large movement and he would be cut in half before his blade even reached Rex.
He had to land a direct hit on Rex while staying alive.
His sword had to reach beyond its limits…
“Huh? Why are you…?”
He dropped his double-edged sword, its blade chipped and mangled.
He grabbed the wooden scabbard at his waist.
His other hand gripped the hilt of the single-edged sword, tightly wrapped in silk.
It was a single-edged sword he had never held before.
It felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable in his grip.
Without the mana stone to aid in controlling his magic power, the flow of magic power throughout his body became chaotic.
But the sensation in his fingertips became more refined and the vibrations of the blade resonated with the twitches in his muscles.
He was ready to draw his sword.
“Don’t try anything stupid…!”
Rex’s face turned pale, and he charged at him.
At the same time, he drew the sword from its scabbard.
A strange sensation washed over him, and a system window appeared before his eyes.
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