(201 - 400) Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 308: Slaying a Dragon with a Single Sword Strike

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"The repurchase price will be half of the selling price. Trust me, with my rate of progression, this will only be a profitable deal for you." Mag smiled nonchalantly as he said, "You have to realize that we have an arms shop next door. I can order a custom-made longsword high in quality for 1,000 gold coins there, and it won't be very difficult for me to sell it for 500 later on."

In the arms market, supply exceeded demand, so buyers held the ascendency. He was using that against the system, which allowed him to gain the upper hand in their negotiation. From his past experience, that was quite an effective bartering method.

"Deal!

"Ding! 1,000 gold coins have been successfully deducted! The longsword is complete, and can be delivered at any time."

The system was still a little indignant, but it had no choice but to comply.

"Deliver it now. Place the sword by the door to the balcony." A faint smile appeared on Mag's face as he changed into a set of loose clothes from his wardrobe before making his way to the balcony.

Opening the door, he discovered that there was a longsword waiting for him on the balcony. It was identical to the one that he had used on that mission in the Valley of Thorns.

After he was almost impaled by the sword falling from the sky, Mag had completely lost confidence in the system's postage and handling. As such, he decided to be more careful this time in order to avoid repeating that harrowing ordeal.

Mag picked up the sword, and found that the hilt was slightly cool to the touch. It weighed about 2.5 kilograms, and felt a little heavy, but it wasn't cumbersome in any way. He twirled the sword in his hand, and its blade shimmered with a cold gleam under the moonlight.

He gently closed the balcony door, and took a deep breath. His mind became extremely serene, and he adopted a very serious expression.

The days of constant cooking in recent times had brought about many changes for Mag. The most prominent of those was that he had learned how to concentrate on one thing, as well as how to get in the zone in a short period of time.

After experiencing death, he began to understand what was truly important to him.

His black longsword blended into the darkness of the night. He abruptly stepped forward and thrust his sword out.

It was a very simple sword strike. There were no embellishments or fancy tricks; it was just a plain and simple thrust.

However, his sword traveled in an extremely straight trajectory.

The tip, blade, and hilt of the sword, as well as his wrist and forearm, were all on the same parallel line, without even the slightest discrepancy. It was as if everything had been measured using the most accurate ruler.

The thrust was invariably straight, and unavoidably quick.

Mag withdrew his sword before repeating the same motion expressionlessly. It was still the exact same sword strike that was unleashed previously. The angle, speed, and even his hand's position were all completely identical.

On the balcony of the third floor, Mag stood under the moonlight, and unleashed one sword thrust after another. Each strike seemed to be completely identical, but also somehow different at the same time.

The bland and boring motion appeared to be effortless, but Mag's clothes were soon drenched with sweat. Despite that, every single thrust was still straight and true, with impeccable speed and trajectory.