To capture the castle, an attacker would need more than three times the defending force of the castle.

This saying has been established since time immemorial. The defending side can observe the opponent even from a seated position, i.e., there was no need for them to overdo it.

Various preparations could be made before the attacking side struck, so to break through, the attackers had to charge under pressure.

This phenomenon also applied when it came to fights between swordsmen.

There was a saying that offense is the best defense, but it is not easy for someone with relatively weak skills to take the initiative.

Before starting the fight, Carl had made a level-headed decisionto endure.

No matter how fast the opponent would be, he thought that he had to be calm to break through the attacks, and have a solid defense to inflict a critical blow.

Ultimately, I have to move according to the gaps in the attacks. The opponent has to take several steps to change directions, but I can tackle it with one step.

So, he blocked.

He kept blocking again and again.

He thought that if he could endure until the old and sick body of Khun got tired, he would ultimately win. If it was when Khun was in his heyday, Carl wouldnt even dare try attempting such a thing.

But he realized that it was still a mistake.

He looked at the old man who coughed blood and had his arms blown off.

There was no evidence of tiredness or exhaustion in his eyes.

Rather, he began to handle Carls sword of darkness with faster movements than before.

Shhh.

Even his footsteps couldnt be heard. There were no traces of it on the ground. It was as if the man didnt even exist.

Shh!

Kuak!

A figure appeared on the right of the opponent, and a sword cut through.

Woong,

As the sword fell on him incredibly fast, he groaned in pain.

It was a ruthless and powerful attack which most sword masters couldnt react to. Khun, who appeared a dozen meters away, burst into laughter and blinked.

He passed by again, this time cutting the right thigh of Carl.

Kuaaak!

He was angry.

Although there were cuts on his body, no blood flowed from them. His body, after he had made a deal with the devil,, had already transcended the realm of human beings, so wounds of this size would regenerate in a single breath.

Even if the opponent continued to threaten him with such attacks, he could very safely live through this. Unlike him, blood was flowing down continuously from Khuns body.

But Carl knew that he couldnt drag it on.

He didnt want it to.

The aura.

The Physical strength.

The sharpness of senses and the swordsmanship. All of these were superior to Khuns. The only thing Carl lacked in comparison was speed.

But he was being pushed this far back because of one difference?

Like a child being teased by an adult?

Ahhhh!

Chu.

The 15th time he was hit by Khuns attack, Carl changed his form. And as a result, darkness began to grow from the dark sword he was holding.

3 meters, 5 meters, 7 meters

The aura sword which soared about 10 meters high resembled a devil which returned to the earth from the realm of the Devils.

Hellfire flashed in the eyes of the demon and lava gushed from his mouth.

But Khun was calm.

Even if the opponents hair changed from silver to grey and grey to black. Beyond that, even if the entire body of the opponent was dyed in darkness, he didnt stop smiling.

And he said.

do you know the story about the two wolves which live in the human heart?

Carl didnt answer.

A question which he asked him even before, but Carl felt no reason to answer it.

Carls only purpose was to take Khuns life and secure his body. He had no interest in doing anything else which was why this was even more annoying.

He wanted to tear the old mans mouth which kept forcing him to answer things. His sword which was filled with darkness seemed angry too.

Khun looked at him.

Similar to the actions of his longtime rival Ian, Khun looked at the heart of the other person.

Even in the burning heat, the abyss he saw within seemed endless.

The moment he was going to talk about the black wolf.

Kwakwakwak!

Carls attacks poured in.

A sword strike descended upon him with such tremendous power that it seemed it could change the flow of the match.

Carl was filled with anger, and his sword wanted to cut him down right away. Khuns place, the trees and the rocks. Even the animals in the sky couldnt escape it.

The shock wave which spread far and wide, all but erased the surrounding areas.

Haaa, haa.

After that, Carl, whose emotions had subsided, made a worried expression belatedly.

Killing Khun didnt matter, what was important was that he had to secure Khuns body.

Well? If Khuns body is hurt bythe attack, then

such thoughts didnt last long.

Standing tall, Carls steps stopped.

And he looked with disbelief. There was an old man slowly walking towards him through the scattered stone and dust.

He had a relaxed form and a smile on his face.

Like I said a man is born with two wolves in his heart.

One is a black one which represents the negative energy. The self-burning anger, guilt and the inferiority which grabs the growth of that person by its ankles

Staggering a bit, Khun continued to walk.

The sword of the opponent didnt move like before. It was due to the excessive consumption of power.

But what was more worrying was the appearance of the opponent.

The footsteps of the old man seemed lighter than before or maybe it seemed like he was free from the weight of the world. That in turn, weighed on Carls heart.

Hesitating, Carl took a step back.

Not caring, the old man kept walking. The story didnt stop, and his mouth kept talking about the white wolf.

How it represented joy, generosity, bravery, and how it united with the spirit of improvement and fighting spirit.

How it shines as beautiful as the white snow on top of the mountain.

the two wolves I spoke of are close friends, so they fight with each other without missing a day. Sometimes it is the black that wins and sometimes it is the white. But even those two who fail once and win other times, still win and lose permanently one day. The loser is kicked out and the victor remains in the heart and settles there. And it keeps getting bigger.

Which side do you think will win?

What is the

It is the one who feeds them.

The old man didnt listen to Carl and continued. He stopped after that and looked at Carl with cold eyes.

I cant fully empathize with what happened to you or the pain you went through.

Khun raised his right arm.

No, it wasnt even an arm. His body didnt seem normal anymore. But it didnt seem weird.

But after all, it was you who fed them, and it is you who fed that black wolf.

Uhh.

The aura sword which grew changed. The light wasnt strong, and it seemed faded.

Even fainter than the lightest stars in the night sky. The color of the sword, which could only be seen at the outlines, was like glass.

However, somehow, the unsightly sword felt even more terrifying than before.

All of a sudden, he moved and took a stance.

It was different from before.

The black aura from Carls sword which was focusing on defense, didnt soar up like before.

It blocked the front as if it was a shield. No, it went beyond just that and tried to move around Carl so that it could block any attack.

It looked as if a huge black veil was around Carl.

In a way, it was a bigger sight than the aura sword he used before, but Khun's face was filled with regret instead of surprise.

He mumbled.

This is it, but you didnt even have the courage to be scolded.

Hahah, hahaha

Cough!

The old man laughed and then coughed blood again. The amount of blood was less than before.

But that didnt mean his condition improved. He felt it too, there wasnt much time left.

But it was fine.

There were no empty words nor pretentiousness. It wasnt a feeling of desperation, nor was it an apology for the wretched Carl.

He looked back on his own life.

The obsession he couldnt shake off even when he thought he had escaped from it.

Ian.

He didnt feel inferior to him. He wasnt jealous of him.

What made Khun terrified to the end was that he had used his entire life devoted to taking down Ian what made him terrified was the fear which came from being worthless.

No more.

He laughed.

It wasnt a loud laugh. It was a light one and it seemed more like a smile.

Two years back he realized that there were so many more important things in life. Nevertheless, he acted lukewarmly to everything.

Khun thought till there.

Taking a deep breath, Khun stopped walking and looked ahead. He took the stance of holding the sword and gave strength to his body.

His aura was insufficient, his aura operation was like he was inexperienced, and the power of his sword was less than Carls then was speed all that he had?

It is fine.

That is enough.

He took one step at a time.

All people on the continent had said it. They had all praised him who had reached the Sword Master level.

However, there are areas where even such great people like Sword Masters couldnt reach.

A title no one had ever climbed.

There was no guarantee that it could happen in the future either.

Grand Sword Master.

It was the moment when the sword of the old man finally cut through the black sphere.

Woong!

Khuns expression hardened.

Not because the opponents life was at stake. Although alive, he knew he would be the first to fall instead of Carl.

As long as he moved and ended this, he thought the problem at hand would be solved.

But it wasnt possible.

A priest and a clown approached in pitch darkness.

And the old man looked at the priest with a disappointed expression.

The black wolf which I thought was driven out and disappeared

It has come backas a greater evil.