Black Sail
Chapter 49: XLIX. Supreme Sword

Chapter 49: XLIX. Supreme Sword

In the book "Basic Sword Skills Manual" published by the adventurer’s guild, the foreword of the introductory Chapter contains this sentence.

"For the novice who knows nothing, the sword is certainly the best weapon."

Once a certain level is reached, they will discard the sword and look for suitable equipment.

If one has become a master, the sword is certainly the best weapon.

In fact, whether mingling in the court or on the streets of the Western Continent, most use swords, as they are the most versatile.

Liszt was no exception; using three simple moves to chop people was nothing difficult for him.

In the mining chamber full of cold rust.

The tip of the sword pierced the palm, tearing a huge gash, blood gushing forth; just the slight sharpness of the tip caused peculiar phenomena around.

In the spacious platform, cold winds arose, and the torches on the wall slots flickered in the sway, the bone-chilling cold made it feel like falling into an icy cavern.

It wasn’t a physical drop in room temperature, but an invisible, soul-penetrating wind, the deathly cold killing intent swirling around like lingering resentment.

Such a bizarre scene caused Edmond’s pores to tighten all over, and on instinct, before he could think, he acted— he needed to cut down the pirate with the fancily braided beard before that sword was fully "drawn."

Edmond was far from a reckless brute, possessing vast knowledge.

In the last two thousand years and even in the forgotten records of the Ancient Era, malicious people have crafted evil devices using humans as "sheathes," among these creators were many brilliant minds, their creations everlasting and leaving poisons for millennia.

And this pirate was clearly a vessel for some powerful Curse Artifact.

Even in armor covering him entirely like a tin can, weighting again seventy to eighty pounds, Edmond’s agility far exceeded both Shadi and Swan.

With one step, he covered two meters, closing the distance in less than a breath’s time, moving so fast it was like a direct flash, leaving even a dark illusion in his wake. His wide-bladed great sword descended from the skies toward Liszt’s left shoulder, chopping ruthlessly as if splitting mountains, its force unmatched.

Shadi, still not calmed from his enraged state, had his weapon broken, but was desperate to kill the Constitutional Soldier General; Edmond was now on the mining cart track.

A mining cart still had piled Wind Breath Stones, perhaps left behind due to their low purity, essentially just chunks of rock.

The cart, totaling six to seven hundred pounds, was pushed by Shadi with all his strength, propelling it toward Edmond under the momentum of the wheels.

With a booming crash, dust scattered everywhere.

Edmond staggered a step from the impact, but only a step before immediately stabilizing his stance as if nothing had happened.

"Unaware of the truth."

His great sword slashed fiercely, the tearing sound like thunder piercing the ear, the cart’s metallic structure cracked upon impact, shattering the entire cart.

Among the flying stones, Edmond spotted Shadi’s figure; he was diving at him with a pickaxe aimed at his head.

The severely wounded Goria was of no help, and Swan’s thieving skills were useless at this moment.

However, the gap between Aran’s General skills and Shadi’s was not slight.

Could mining tools really be used for killing? Edmond didn’t even bother to block, his right hand pulled back, coiled and ready to strike, he was about to run Shadi through with his sword.

Crack, crack, crack!

Three Extreme Freeze Ice Cones brimming with chill aura shot from the corner of the mine, hitting Edmond’s back and bursting open, spreading Extreme Cold Ice Silk, disrupting his attack and causing a slight delay in his movements.

The pickaxe struck the top of Edmond’s head, ringing with the sound of metal against metal, numbing Shadi’s hands, but not entirely futile as it drew fresh blood.

Edmond shook his armor, shedding the frost to the ground. He turned to see it was a mysterious figure who had cast the Magic Technique, Edmond himself didn’t know who this mysterious person was, only that they were a serious criminal of the Empire.

As Edmond’s chilling gaze fell upon them, the robed slender figure couldn’t help but retreat two steps in fear.

Though it sounds slow, all this happened in the blink of an eye.

Liszt actually did not need them to buy time, for the Junlin Sword’s marvelous uses were infinite. From the moment its edge was revealed, it was already endowed with a terrifying power.

"What are you looking at?"

Liszt swung his sword horizontally, crossing Edmond’s armor at the abdomen. The power of the sword blade was so fearsome that it cut through as if through nothing, emitting a strange black smoke as it seared an opening.

Had Edmond not reacted quickly and stepped back, he would have been split open.

The Junlin Sword was now held in Liszt’s left hand. Though it was less agile than his other hand, the left hand and the sword were "one," inseparable.

This sword—

once bestowed by an emperor, proclaimed his grace and majesty, with an appearance that was meticulously crafted, exuding a majestic demeanor that, despite hundreds of years, seemed as though newly forged.

Where the sword blade touched, light was distorted and swallowed, like dense hot mist, seemingly cut by its cursed resentment, as space began to flee.

Under its momentum, it truly was as if the emperor had arrived, and all creatures knelt.

Liszt himself became akin to an accessory, his presence massively suppressed under the pressure of the sword.

"I thought it was something else."

Edmond’s mental fortitude was terrifying. Shaken for just an instant, he quickly regained his composure. Liszt’s appearance, even the sword could not be held properly, was full of flaws, as ridiculous as an unemployed fool from the adventurer’s guild.

The sword was indeed strange, but what use was it if it could not strike him?

"Die!"

Edmond, no longer feeling insulted or mocking, began to fight earnestly. The Magic Rune Construction on his armor began to operate specialized powers; Life Alchemy brought forth terrifying physical qualities at the cost of lifespan, and his superb skills honed through countless battles in the Imperial Arena could hardly be compared to that of a pirate or rogue.

Seeing Edmond’s sudden increase in momentum, Swan threw two daggers at the weak spots of his eyes.

Edmond simply swung his large hand, deflecting them all.

The next scene displayed superb swordsmanship, aiming to slaughter Liszt, the greatest threat.

"Be careful..."

Severely wounded, Goria mustered all her strength to shout two words, having been defeated under Edmond’s unparalleled swordsmanship.

Edmond’s arms flowed like water, and in an instant, he had launched nineteen strikes. The violent wind emanating from him as the center blew out nearly all the torches in the mine, obscuring the sky and scattering stones—not just a senseless flurry. The Nineteen Strokes he executed, each with the force of thousands, could shred flesh and limbs into paste.

The shadow of the sword attacked like a violent storm, its edge like streaks of light through a crack in the sky, with no retreat and no avoidance.

For Edmond, who had mastered swordsmanship to perfection, the few moves Liszt had trained were like a beginner’s tutorial.

It was over.

That’s what Goria thought.

As Liszt hadn’t begun any moves and was merely like a fish on the chopping block, he would be burst into a blood mist in less than a second, with no chance for even a severe injury.

The omnipresent clanging sounds were about to burst eardrums, and the sparks from the clashing sword blades instantly illuminated the dim mine as if it were broad daylight.

Liszt merely held his sword diagonally in front of his chest, deflecting all Nineteen Strokes. Edmond’s arms burst with blood, spilling out from the gaps in his armor.

"This is impossible..."

Goria could not understand.

Spell power, resentment.

Nineteen ghostly shadows came from the void, appearing suddenly, then disappearing just as quickly.

Though Edmond was a Major General of Aran’s Constitutional Soldiers, how could he overcome—

the Thirty-two Radiant Knights who served under the Empress to rule the continent? Even they could not erase the insignificant yet eternally lingering spirits of resentment.

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