Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 167 (Part 1):

Lutus Cicero returned to reality. Some may criticize him for betraying the person he served just because of that.

But who could understand the feeling of having one’s earnest wishes unilaterally trampled upon?

He now stood in front of Darien Deferth’s great-grandson, whose breath he was also about to take with his own hands.

Lutus Cicero was not the kind of man with a weak heart to agonize or tremble.

Hatred was transferred. He hated Luke Yeager in front of him as much as he hated the Sword Saint.

There would be no hesitation in taking his breath away.

“…What does it matter now? I have already succeeded in stabbing him in the back.”

He thought it would end there, but then Luke Yeager appeared.

“The swordsmanship you display irritates me. With you as the last, there will never again be a successor to the Sword Saint.”

Even if he was the son of the Sword Saint, he wouldn’t indiscriminately pass on the sword to just anyone.

Lutus Cicero raised his sword. The old hatred shone brightly from his sword.

He would deal with Luke Yeager and bury his death here on this rocky cliff, just like his great-grandfather’s.

The new Red Scorpion will gain infamy for having devoured the Sword Saint and his great-grandson, and with that, everything will come to an end. It was truly over now.

That moment came.

“Who said Luke Yeager would be the last?”

A calm voice flowed in. A boy revealed himself from the entrance with light and soundless steps. A chill ran down the spine. Lutus Cicero asked.

“…What happened to the Red Scorpion?”

“There was a grand gatekeeper. Took care of it with that high priest you know.”

Lutus’s expression hardened. Luke Yeager looked surprised.

“You, how could you…!”

Helmut gave him a cold look.

“You’ve held on well for such a foolish act. With that body, you won’t be able to do anything, so step back.”

“Intending to interfere? Foolish. You’ll end up lying dead side by side!”

Lutus laughed. Luke Yeager had only slightly depleted his strength.

Lutus Cicero was strong. He was the commander of the Palma Knights, the strongest knight in Basor.

Even if his opponent was the finalist of the martial arts tournament who had defeated the high priest and the Red Scorpion, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

“We’ll see who’s the foolish one.”

Helmut drew his sword. His figure, backlit by the light, was dazzling.

Lutus thought his sword, surrounded by a grayish vis, felt strangely familiar.

But it was just a feeling. What does it matter? He couldn’t recognize every featureless sword.

He chuckled briefly.

“Presumptuous kid. Alright, I’ll delay dealing with Luke Yeager. If you wish to become a corpse first.”

“Hyde!”

“Take care of your wounds.”

Helmut cut him off sharply. The bleeding was severe. In that state, he would be of no help… He wanted to test it.

‘My full power.’

There was no need to hide anymore. Helmut’s feet stomped the ground.

Lutus Cicero was not one to be careless just because his opponent was a young boy. A predator always gives its all, even when catching a rabbit!

Clang! Clash! Clang! In a brief moment, there were several collisions. Attacks powerful enough to break rocks.

The two swords collided, and the vibrations of the Vis shook the inside of the cliff. Boom!

Movements so fast they were almost invisible. Luke Yeager, who had been retreating to stop the bleeding, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

‘What?’

The same was true for Lutus Cicero. His expression gradually hardened.

‘This, this is absurd…’

He couldn’t believe that this young boy was parrying his sword equally, and the swordsmanship he displayed…

The words spoken when he appeared flashed through his mind.

‘Who said Luke Yeager would be the last?’

Lutus Cicero, standing at a distance, widened his eyes. His composure shattered. He shouted as if cursing.

“Who are you! How do you use this swordsmanship?”

“The disciple of Sword Saint Darien Deferth.”

A calm voice resonated clearly. Helmut confessed plainly.

“The one you banished to the Forest of Roots escaped and met me, teaching me swordsmanship.”

Mixing truth with lies.

“He pointed you out as a traitor. That’s why I came to Basor.”

Silence flowed amidst the shock. Both Luke Yeager and Lutus Cicero were speechless before the sudden truth.

After a while, Lutus asked.

“What happened to him?”

“He passed away recently. You’ll be following him soon.”

That was the plan. Enough small talk.

A murderous intent shone in his eyes. Helmut lunged at his enemy.

He had never been so clear-minded. The strong opponent, the commander of the Palma Knights, drew Helmut into a bizarre focus. He thrived like a fish in water.

Boom! Bang! Boom! The cave shook as if it would collapse. Small fragments fell like crumbs to the ground.

Sharp thrusts piercing vital points, trajectories seeking efficiency, flawless counterattacks! All were a perfect reenactment of the Sword Saint.

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