SFRW-Chapter 162

Ch. 162 Sword God From The Ruined World

The closer the distance grew, the deeper Seo Do-jun’s smile became.  

A strong one.  

Though not as formidable as Rebley, who had the advantage of a special space, this opponent provoked him enough to suggest they possessed tremendous power.  

WHOOSH—!  

A massive wall of fire erupted before Seo Do-jun.  

The scorching heat alone was enough to make his eyes feel like they were burning—  

“What a pathetic welcome.”  

Seo Do-jun thrust his sword into the fiery barrier.  

Blue magic surged from his blade, piercing through the flames.  

The towering inferno, which seemed capable of incinerating anything, was swiftly devoured by the azure energy.  

Seo Do-jun’s magic had reached its peak in fire manipulation, absorbing even inextinguishable embers.  

A wall of fire blocking his path?  

“I warned you—you’ll regret this.”  

Seo Do-jun smirked again.  

This wasn’t child’s play. The only fire capable of threatening him was one fueled by inextinguishable embers of equal intensity.  

And even that would only work if it could overwhelm his magic.  

The blazing wall, swallowed by his blue magic, vanished at his will.  

After taking a few more steps—  

CRUMBLE—!  

Thick earthen walls erupted from all sides, attempting to trap him.  

The barriers sealing his front, back, left, and right were at least two meters thick.  

The top remained open, so escape was possible—  

“How entertaining.”  

Knowing what his opponent wanted, Seo Do-jun decided to break through head-on.  

Placing a hand lightly against the wall, he channeled his magic.  

How sturdy could dirt really be?  

No matter how thick, it was still just earth. Even if it were steel, the result wouldn’t change.  

CRACK—!  

As Seo Do-jun’s magic seeped endlessly into the wall, rifts spread across what had seemed unbreakable.  

The barrier shattered, scattering dust in all directions.  

Next came walls of ice, blades of wind—each emerging one after another to block his path.  

Yet none could halt his advance.  

With pure, unrefined force, Seo Do-jun crushed and shattered everything in his way.  

At the end of that path—  

“Are you this world’s king?”  

—he finally met him.  

A towering figure radiating immense energy, his muscular physique exuding overwhelming power even from afar.  

“You must be the king.”  

At Seo Do-jun’s reply, the man grinned.  

“Maharunta. Some call me the Primordial King. Others, the First King.”  

Seo Do-jun glanced at the elderly woman standing beside Maharunta.  

“Bzaza. She tested your worth. She has guarded me for an eternity.”  

The aura emanating from the old woman was far from ordinary.  

But what truly caught Seo Do-jun’s attention was the skull staff in her grip.  

An artifact? The magic it emits… is monstrous.  

“Are you alone?”  

Seo Do-jun simply nodded at Maharunta’s question.  

“A king who walks alone. That speaks of confidence.”  

“You’re mistaken. I’m no king. Just an ordinary man.”  

“Not a king?”  

Maharunta’s brow furrowed slightly.  

“Why lie?”  

“I’m not lying. And I’ve no reason to.”  

For the first time, Maharunta’s eyes wavered at Seo Do-jun’s calm response.  

“Then where is this world’s king?”  

“There are many. Everywhere.”  

Presidents, monarchs, prime ministers—  

Seo Do-jun smirked, thinking of world leaders.  

But to Maharunta, this seemed gravely serious.  

Seo Do-jun alone was strong enough to make Maharunta tense.  

Yet there were multiple beings even stronger?  

It was incomprehensible.  

“This world makes no sense.”  

Maharunta shook his head, clearing his thoughts.  

The solution was simple:  

Kill Seo Do-jun.  

Then kill the other ‘kings’ one by one.  

That was how Maharunta lived.  

“I’ll drink your blood and tear your flesh.”  

Rising from his throne of corpses, Maharunta gripped his spear.  

“If you can.”  

Seo Do-jun kept his eyes on Maharunta but never neglected Bzaza’s movements.  

Maharunta was a natural-born warrior.  

With Bzaza supporting him via magic, Seo Do-jun couldn’t afford carelessness.  

“HOOOOM—!”  

Maharunta inhaled deeply, his chest swelling.  

CRACK.  

Veins bulged grotesquely on his spear-wielding hands—  

BOOM!  

The air exploded as Maharunta’s massive frame closed the 40-meter gap in an instant.  

CLANG—!  

A freezing spear tip aimed between Seo Do-jun’s brows met his sword, sending shockwaves rippling outward.  

GRIIIND—  

Maharunta pushed, forcing Seo Do-jun’s feet to slide back, carving trenches into the ground.  

“Impressive.”  

Seo Do-jun frowned at the praise.  

Before he could retort, Maharunta shifted his grip and unleashed a flurry of strikes—  

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!  

Head, shoulders, waist—each thrust met Seo Do-jun’s blade.  

Undeterred, Maharunta rotated his spear vertically and slammed it down toward Seo Do-jun’s skull.  

CLANG—!  

Again, Seo Do-jun’s sword intercepted flawlessly.  

But Maharunta’s assault never paused.  

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!  

Three spears might as well have been stabbing simultaneously at his head, chest, and stomach.  

TAT-TANG!  

Seo Do-jun’s sword split into three illusions, deflecting each strike.  

“HOOOM!”  

Maharunta inhaled again, his attacks growing even faster.  

His spear moved like streaks of light—a mastery Seo Do-jun had never witnessed.  

If Seo Do-jun was the Sword God of the ruined world, Maharunta deserved the title Spear God.  

Yet no matter how he attacked, Seo Do-jun’s blade held firm.  

Frustrated, Maharunta changed tactics.  

“TA—HAAAP!”  

A concentrated sphere of magic shot toward Seo Do-jun’s chest.  

BOOOOM!  

The impact sent Seo Do-jun flying 50 meters back, his sword trembling violently.  

“Tch.”  

Seo Do-jun clicked his tongue.  

His blade had micro-fractures.  

Even with magic reinforcement, Maharunta’s spear was that destructive.  

Worse, its force was focused on a single point, while Seo Do-jun’s sword had to disperse the impact across its surface.  

“Your sword is crude for your skill.”  

Maharunta smirked, closing in again.  

Another pinpoint thrust—  

SCREEEECH—!  

This time, his wrist twisted, rotating the spear for maximum piercing power.  

His goal was obvious: shatter the sword.  

If I block head-on…  

The cracked blade wouldn’t hold.  

So Seo Do-jun didn’t block.  

Instead, he lunged forward, his sword meeting the spinning spearhead at the last moment—  

GRIIIIIND!  

Sparks flew as their magic collided.  

Then—  

SWOOSH!  

Seo Do-jun’s blade grazed past the spear, redirecting it sideways.  

“HUP—!”  

Maharunta yanked his spear back, but Seo Do-jun was already pivoting.  

WHOOSH!  

Leaning back to evade, Seo Do-jun swung low, aiming for Maharunta’s legs.  

First counterattack.  

CLANG—!  

Maharunta blocked, but Seo Do-jun used the recoil to launch himself upward—  

THUD-THUD-THUD!  

His feet blurred, delivering a brutal barrage to Maharunta’s chest.  

“GUH—!”  

Maharunta staggered but refused to retreat, swinging his spear wildly.  

“Impressive.”  

Now it was Seo Do-jun’s turn to praise.  

Maharunta’s expression twisted—his pride wounded.  

“RAAAGH—!”  

A beast with injured pride is terrifying. And reckless.  

Maharunta became a storm of violence, his spear strikes growing more frenzied.  

Yet despite the onslaught, he couldn’t land a clean hit.  

“GRAAAAH—!”  

Enraged, Maharunta’s body erupted with crimson magic, ravaging the surroundings.  

BOOM! CRASH! SNAP!  

Everything near him was shattered, torn, or crushed.  

His eyes, bloodshot, lost all composure.  

Now—finish it!  

Seo Do-jun spotted an opening—but suddenly swung his sword to the right.  

BAM!  

A spear of earth materialized mid-air, blocked just in time.  

His gaze snapped to Bzaza.  

Her wrinkled lips curled into a smile.  

“I wondered when you’d interfere.”  

Seo Do-jun smirked back.  

Annoyed, Bzaza slammed her staff.  

THUD-THUD!  

Earthen walls erupted behind Seo Do-jun, trapping him.  

Seizing the chance, Maharunta’s spear split into a dozen streaks, aiming to impale him from all angles.  

Vandeyan Family Swordsmanship

Fourth Form: Cergel Selado Duhart!  

-Sealing Power of the Unyielding Circle-  

THUD-THUD-THUD!  

Every spear strike bounced off an azure barrier.  

Even with Bzaza’s support, Maharunta failed.  

A growl escaped his clenched teeth.  

Meanwhile, Seo Do-jun retrieved an One-Horned Kowabiru horn spear from his dimensional space—  

“Catch.”  

He hurled it at Bzaza.  

BANG!  

She tapped her staff, summoning a shield.  

But Seo Do-jun was already moving.  

Vandeyan Family Swordsmanship  

Third Form: Spiral Frehido Catast!  

-The destructive spiral hidden within elegance- 

Azure streaks, infused with inextinguishable embers, split and swirled like living serpents toward Maharunta.  

Instinct screamed danger—Maharunta whirled his spear, crimson magic clashing violently.  

Seo Do-jun didn’t watch.  

He gripped a teleportation stone.  

Target: Behind Bzaza.  

POP!  

He reappeared instantly at her back.  

“……!”  

Bzaza’s eyes widened—she hadn’t anticipated short-range teleportation.  

“Open.”  

Seo Do-jun’s lips moved.  

Before she could react—  

SLICE.  

Her head vanished as if erased.  

The sword continued its arc, cleaving through empty air where her neck had been.  

“BZAZA—!”  

Maharunta’s roar was pure agony.  

“Told you.”  

Seo Do-jun flicked blood from his blade.  

“You’d regret it.”