Sweeping Everything Away with a Counter Attack Power of 10,000,000,000 – Chapter 16

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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On a night when darkness had completely settled in.

A chilly wind blew through the Bane Forest, known for its trees with black leaves.

Kailon, the only vampire among the Imperial Ten Seats, gritted his teeth.

“You’re telling me to give up and come back now? What a coward.”

Kailon was very displeased with First Prince Schwarze’s attitude.

It seemed like nothing but fear to him.

‘I’ll end this my way.’

The Princess’s Sword, Yuma.

He was fully aware of his power.

He now knew that his title of ‘God of War’ wasn’t achieved by luck or chance.

The fact that he had defeated the former Imperial 2nd Seat, Sword God Chronos.

This made Kailon, who was already preparing thoroughly, make even more extensive preparations.

‘That damn succubus bitch.’

Nelli, the succubus with the ability most likely to irritate Yuma among the forces he had tried to recruit, had inexplicably refused his offer adamantly.

‘Still, I can kill that bastard alone.’

Kailon looked alternately at his sides.

Two vampires, like himself, stood tall.

They were top-tier vampires who could tear apart a Sword Master head-on even in daylight.

Including himself.

Three such monsters had gathered.
And now it was fully night.

The time of darkness when vampires’ powers are enhanced several times over.

“He’s currently the most irritating existence in First Prince Schwarze’s eyes. If we just finish him off, we can immediately exert significant influence on the Empire.”

At Kailon’s words, the vampire to his left tilted his head.

“I’m fine as long as I can embrace many human women.”

The large-bodied vampire, Amton, blurted out curtly, as if to say ‘why keep talking about useless things’.

Kailon gritted his teeth at those words.

‘…This bastard only ever thinks about that stuff. Such a consistent bastard.’

But Kailon couldn’t say those words out loud.

Because in close-quarters bare-handed combat, there was no vampire he knew who could match Amton, whose entire body was packed with muscle, fitting his appearance.

A husky female voice was heard from the right.

“Power play, sounds quite fun.”

It was Erika, the female vampire.

Her long silver hair fluttered in the wind.

Erika flicked her long, pale purple tongue like a snake.

Kailon nodded vigorously at the statement that matched his ambition.

“Yes, if we just deal with this guy properly, it’s not impossible to turn the Astes Empire into a vampire empire.”

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Yuma asked an employee where the Bane Forest was.

He was told it was a dense forest about 10 minutes away.

“There are no monsters now, but when winter comes, monsters sometimes come down there.”

“Thank you.”

Yuma walked.

‘The night air is nice.’

Step step

And he arrived at the Bane Forest, characterized by black trees.

Yuma took one step into the undergrowth and then spoke.

“Imperial 3rd Seat, come out.”

It was a noble voice.

Yuma had no intention of going further into the forest.

Night.

And the vampire race.

Approaching further didn’t seem like a good choice.

Crack!

The sound of a tree being crushed was heard.

Kailon, who had been standing on a branch, kicked off and leapt into the air.

Flap!

And he spread his massive wings.

Very vampire-like wings.

They were wings that looked exactly like bat wings.

Except that the wingspan was easily 2 meters.

“So you’re Yuma.”

Kailon, the golden-haired, red-eyed vampire, looked down at Yuma.

This annoying bastard who exuded a noble aura despite standing with both feet on the ground, unlike himself.

Yuma’s ash-gray hair fluttered.

Kailon continued speaking.

“The Princess’s representative, the Princess’s sword.”

Swoosh!

Eight red spears made of blood were created behind Kailon’s back.

Each spear was imbued with heavy magical energy and blood energy.

The destructive power contained in each spear was comparable to a Sword Master’s blade.

“God of War, Yuma.”

Kailon’s brow furrowed.

He had deliberately prepared his attack slowly to instill fear.

But despite this, there was no change in the man’s expression.

The feet of the man he thought would retreat didn’t move an inch.

Yuma’s mouth only then opened.

“I don’t know why you’re introducing me.”

Suddenly, a rumbling of the earth was felt from the left.

Boom─Thud!

“I agree! Human! That guy talks too much!”

A large-bodied man was running towards them.

Pale purple skin.

And muscles like armor covering his entire body.

Amton extended his fist.

A fist like a hammer.

Yet a fist as fast as lightning.

Yuma’s eyes followed that fist.

A blue light shone in Yuma’s eyes.

The skill , obtained as a reward for defeating Sword God Chronos, had activated.

Amton’s fist path was clearly visible.

The trajectory of the attack was clearly visible even though wasn’t activated.

Swoosh!

Amton’s fist made a brutal sound as if tearing through the air.

Yuma’s feet moved.

A sloppy weaving that could only be described as sluggish.

But he clearly dodged it.

“Oh, he dodged it as if he almost predicted the trajectory.”

Erika marveled at Yuma’s strange walking.

“Kuhahaha! Not bad! Human!”

Amton extended his fist again.

This time it was his left hand.

Boom!

It was a fist with a red airflow swirling like a storm.

The effect of didn’t stop at reading the trajectory of attacks.

Parrying point.

Yuma twisted his right foot to avoid the huge fist, then grazed the center of the swirling vortex surrounding the fist with the .

Clang!

A golden light impact burst out, indicating a successful parry.

“Huh?”

Amton’s eyes widened.

Boom!

He faced a red storm flying towards his head.

His main skill had returned with 10 times the damage.

Amton’s body went limp.

His head was gone.

Not just his head.

Half of his upper body had been swept away by the blood storm.

Thud!

Amton’s large body crashed to the ground.

Silence hung over the Bane Forest.

“He was swept away without even a chance to recover, that pig bastard.”

Erika twisted her mouth grotesquely.

The vampire race possesses formidable recovery abilities.

Even vampire thralls have wound recovery abilities that would astonish humans, let alone top-tier vampires.

Even the sublime sword energy of a Sword Master can be immediately healed unless it pierces the head or heart.

Yet this being had been torn apart in one strike despite possessing such recovery abilities.

Yuma’s clumsy evasive stance began to look like a supreme martial arts technique to Erika’s eyes.

“So this is… the God of War!”

Erika’s cheeks flushed.

Pleasure preceded fear.

Kailon swallowed hard.

“…We attack together. Erika, spread the night.”

Originally, they had planned to attack all three at once.

But the impatient bastard Amton had rushed in first and died.

However, it wasn’t entirely without benefit.

They recognized that this guy’s power wasn’t just baseless rumors, but real.

And they confirmed that he was an arrogant bastard who didn’t strike first, as they had investigated.

Yuma could see another pair of eyes behind [Lv.123] Kailon.

‘There’s one more.’

The longer this dragged on, the more variables would appear.

Yuma arrogantly raised his head.

“I’ll give the first strike to you two remaining ones.”

And he took a step forward.

A clear provocation.

“Let me see how well you can struggle.”

All he had was ‘Parrying’.

All he believed in was ‘Parrying’.

Yuma stood still and took a deep breath.

In a stance that looked utterly defenseless to others.

“Kyahahahaha!!”

It was a witch-like laugh that burst from Erika’s mouth.

“I like strong humans…!”

Erika spread her wings like Kailon.

“I like making those strong humans into slaves even more…!”

Black smoke began to spew from Erika’s mouth as she took flight.

That black smoke created a domain.

A pitch-black domain so dark that one couldn’t perceive their surroundings.

It was Erika’s specialty.

Yuma had to face a situation where he couldn’t see anything, as if his eyes were tightly shut.

“That arrogance of yours, always giving up the first strike! Curse that arrogance! Yuma!”

The 8 spears of blood floating behind Kailon’s back rained down towards Yuma.

“Kyahahahaha!!”

A huge red sickle had appeared in Erika’s hand.

Erika charged towards Yuma with the sickle.

Yuma stood still as if accepting death.

He stood still because he could see everything anyway.

The Hyper Focus skill completely nullified Erika’s Dark Sky.

He couldn’t see Erika’s or Kailon’s exact positions.

But instead, he could see the techniques.

The blood spears pouring down towards him.

And Erika’s sickle approaching like lightning, trailing red energy.

Belief in himself.

The confidence possessed by the parrying authority of .

That confidence crushed any hesitation.

Yuma had always had a natural talent for reading attack trajectories.

Now was added to that.

The 8 spears seemed to be raining down simultaneously, but in reality, there were individual differences in their falling speeds.

He grasped this perfectly.

Yuma’s right arm moved.

There was not a hint of hesitation.

Clang clang clang!

He parried all 8 blood spears raining down like lightning in an instant.

Boom!

He met Erika’s sickle attack head-on, which was imbued with blood energy as strong as a Sword Master’s Aura Blade.

He didn’t falter.

, another skill acquired from defeating Sword God Chronos, allowed him to withstand Erika’s attack.

Erika’s lifted.

Yuma’s darkened vision cleared.

He saw Erika, her life instantly snuffed out, and…

“…Guh-ack! Kieek!”

The sight of Imperial 3rd Seat Kailon, dying with his body pierced by his own spears.

“W-Why… am I not recovering! Kieeek!”

Kailon didn’t know.

That his upper and lower body had been separated far apart.

And that his heart had already been completely pierced by a spear, losing its function.

Soon, Imperial 3rd Seat Kailon’s life ended.

“…How tiring.”

Yuma, who had killed three top-tier vampires, felt extreme fatigue.

And he turned around. But in front of him was a feline woman with crimson hair, sitting down.

‘Is this the feline I saw in the restaurant a few hours ago?’

The feline’s mouth slowly opened.

“I-I! I didn’t see anything! Really! Oh! The night sky is so beautiful! Isn’t it?”

The feline, clearly unaccustomed to polite speech, was struggling to survive.

When Yuma stared blankly at her.

“Huaaaang! Please spare me!”

She became a bit more honest.

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