The sword that was aiming at the area between his eyebrows suddenly bent like a sickle and cut at his collarbone. He was a bit flustered, but Kraugel calmly blocked it with his sheath. He had expected an anomalous attack from the time he saw the shape of the soft sword, so it was easy to respond. 

The soft sword that was blocked by the sheath bounced back using its elasticity. Kraugel drew his sword. At the same time, he turned the sheath around, held it in the reverse direction, and pushed it. 

“...Oh my?” 

The eyes of the yangban, Yeum, widened. It was because her sword was attached to the human’s sheath. She was in a hurry to retrieve her sword when Kraugel’s sword cut her waist. It was an attack that dug deeply, but Kraugel’s expression wasn’t very good.  

‘A basic attack is pointless.’ 

A basic attack didn’t deal much damage. He gauged Yeum’s defense and kicked up. Jajinmori—it was a kick that could be used even at a close range. It made the concept of space meaningless and exerted a chasing effect. 

Yeum was pushed back several meters and was ready to chase after him immediately. Through the dust, she could see the back of the human that was running far away. Usually, a person would think they had missed the opponent. However, Yeum was a yangban. In front of her, a half-god, the concept of distance had little significance. 

“Shunpo.” 

Yeum’s body teleported...