Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 162
162. Festival of Swords (5)
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There were no more abstainers. The confrontation structure collapsed one by one, and a melee began.
“Come on more!”
“Ugly bastards! Do you think the festival of the sacred sword is a place for plundering!”
“noisy! You look good on that polearm!”
People rushed at each other. Those who were a bit smart or weak fought with their backs to the wall, while those who were strong or stupid openly jumped into the middle and wielded spears. Cheers and screams echoed everywhere. Various types of swords were flying through the air in the arena. The occasional splash of blood cooled the heated air.
‘It’s also the first test, so most of them are half-assed.’
The severed wrist fell to the floor. It was unknown if he made a mistake while aiming for a weapon or if he was originally aiming for the wrist. Ronan watched them, touching his chin.
Perhaps because of his reputation for defeating the Winter Witch, no one dared to attack him. There were casualties everywhere, but unlike Schlieffen, he did not feel the resonance of having to save someone.
‘I came here because they wanted it, so what? It’s good for me if the number decreases.’
Those who remained were all driven by desire as their heart. There was no superiority or inferiority in the desire that took priority over life. Whether he fights to covet someone else’s weapon or to become the owner of a holy sword, it was his own choice.
In fact, there was nothing wrong with the woman who tried to stab the young man in the back. It would have been difficult if he had come to wield the sword and did not have that level of determination. Suddenly, a question crossed Ronan’s mind. He looked down at the girl and said.
“But aren’t you running away?”
“Why am I running away?”
“What if I break your sword? Just looking at it, it looks like there’s only one of them.”
“You won’t. You can tell that much at a glance. you are good.”
“her.”
Ronan chuckled. It seemed rather silly. Even if it was embarrassing, I thought I should show this young pervert an example. It was the moment when he had just put his hand on the hilt. A loud voice rang out from not far away.
“Ha ha ha! Come here, lady!”
“what?”
The two turned their heads. The skeleton collector or something was charging at the girl with furious force. The two hatchets in his hands shimmered with an eerie glow.
‘It’s quite a bit.’
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. Judging by the level of mana, he was quite skilled. It must have already killed several people, but the well-polished blade was covered with blood. The girl whose eyes met his was biting her tongue in disgust.
“Ugh. It’s ugly too.”
“I treat you with respect because you are a lady, so go and listen to me at least.”
“Are you crazy? Are you the type to masturbate saying that even if you’re ugly, as long as you’re good on the inside, it’s okay?”
“It depends.”
Ronan shook his head. Even though the gap was rapidly closing, the girl did not show any sign of nervousness. On the contrary, he was wasting valuable time he could have prepared to run or fight, preaching his filthy lookist theories.
“Of course, it doesn’t mean that the inside isn’t important. Of course, if you want to serve a lady like me, you have to be kind. But first, no matter what anyone says, it’s the face. It would be even better if you and your friend had long legs and strong buttocks…”
“I’ll have to drench the ax in young blood!
“Ah. Noisy.”
The Skeleton Hunter roared again. The girl let out a deep sigh and put her hand behind her back. Grabbing the hilt protruding through her hair, she pulled out a long sword with a gurgling sound of steel. Ronan’s eyes widened at the completely unexpected appearance.
“that…!”
“It’s quite useful.”
As if asking, the girl who swung the knife around and held it smiled triumphantly. Ronan, who was dumbfounded, opened his mouth with a trembling voice.
“…Isn’t it too old?”
It was definitely a good-looking sword. About fifteen hundred years ago.
The condition of the longsword was truly miserable. Not to mention that the blade was sparse, it was rusted like autumn leaves. Where did you pick it up from the garbage dump? Seeing Ronan’s expression, the girl firmly shook her head.
“What do you not know? The important thing is who wields it, not the sword.”
“That’s a word I like, too.”
“it’s okay. Look Carefully.”
With those words, the girl ran out. Ronan’s eyes widened. It was so easy to move that I couldn’t believe it was a human being. The skull collector’s face contorted in bewilderment.
“What?!”
Indeed, the skull collector was a skilled man. For now, just because he sensed the girl’s movements with his eyes, he deserved to hear those words. Suddenly, Ronan remembered that she was the only one in the crowd to notice his quicksword.
‘Was he really a skilled man?’
fault! The girl, who had reached the man’s eyes in an instant, jumped up from her spot. It looked like a rabbit made of wind leaping. The frightened man hurriedly crossed his ax and took a defensive stance.
“Aaaaaaaa!! Go away!”
“bye.”
The girl’s body rotated in the air. An abundance of gray hair wrapped around her. The sword that rotated around the body was perfect enough to not be pushed by the savior’s swordsmanship. Ronan involuntarily clenched his fists and cheered.
Yes, actually, that sword is only later, but it might be a great sword! It was the moment when the blade gently cut through the wind and touched the axe. Kajangchang! The girl’s longsword shattered as if it were a glass.
“what.”
“Huh… Huh?”
Patter. Hundreds of knife shards fell to the floor. The girl followed and landed. She stared blankly at the hilt in her hand. Barely awake, the skeleton collector raised his ax in rage.
“Are you kidding me, this damn kid! Get lost!”
“ah.”
The ax was thrust down vertically. The girl turned around belatedly, but the ax blade was already near the top of her head. It was the moment when she closed her eyes as if resigned. Awesome! The man’s head was separated from the body around the neck.
“…ah?”
The skeleton collector’s mouth fell open. However, no voice came out. Ronan, who had leaped in one month, kicked him in the side. bang! The headless body was violently thrown out.
His head rose high and fell into the cauldron in a parabolic arc. with a plop! The head, which had sunk into the bubbling molten iron, never rose again. Ronan, who landed lightly, looked down at the girl and said.
“What’s wrong with someone wielding a yumma?”
“I believed in your goodness.”
The girl calmly brushed her hair. There was no sign of fear or remorse at all. Ronan sighed in amazement.
“scent. this really won’t work Now I don’t even have a weapon, so what can I do…”
“Kuaaaagh! die!”
It was the car he was about to say something. Suddenly, dozens of contestants from all directions rushed at Ronan, shouting at the same time. Embarrassed, Ronan pulled the girl toward him.
“What the fuck is this all of a sudden?”
“I’m out of breath.”
The girl strangled by the collar snorted. Something was strange. Even the guys who had just been fighting other opponents turned their backs and came running. The eyes of the contestants rushing forward with arms raised were unfocused.
‘It’s kind of intentional.’
Ronan’s eyes shone fiercely. No matter how exhausting the melee was, it was strange for those who fought well to do this without any warning.
‘This is…’
He soon noticed a suspicious air current of mana wandering around the arena. A reddish stream swirled between the participants like a stream.
It was not the type of mana found in nature. At that moment, a frightened man crouching in the corner inhaled suspicious mana. It was exactly the point where three seconds had passed.
“Kuaaaaa!”
The man who got up from his seat jumped at Ronan. His eyes, like the others, were shaking unfocused. Ronan, who had come to a conclusion before long, grabbed the hilt.
‘Come. Or the effect of a weapon. But why is it me?’
The ability of one of the participants seemed obvious. The fact that he’s targeting himself. However, the arena was so chaotic that the caster could not be found. Ronan scratched his head and sighed.
“Ah fuck.”
I had no choice but to fight. Even in the midst of this, strange mana was gradually increasing the number of madmen. The girl who tilted her head back asked Ronan.
“many. Can you do something like your friend?”
“no.”
“So what? Are you going to kill them all?”
Instead of answering, Ronan lowered his stance. It was the posture you take when using a slightly bigger technique. If you think about it positively, it was rather a good thing. There was a technique I wanted to try out in this situation.
‘But I don’t know if this will work.’
However, it was a problem because it was a difficult technique even for Ronan to think about. If I was picky and made a mistake, all twenty or so participants would die or become idiots. Of course, it was not something Ronan knew, but since the purpose was to hone the precision of technology through actual combat, it was best to do it at once. The participants who became mad were approaching ten paces inside. Ronan looked at them and murmured.
“All of you are eliminated. You bastards.”
Ronan concentrated. The mana released from the core dyed La Mancha red. The girl and the participants around her frowned at the dazzling bright crimson light. It was the moment when the participant who had been running in the front came five steps inside.
‘now.’
Ronan’s arm disappeared from sight. A red crescent moon was drawn in the middle of the arena. The sword energy developed along the sword path was sprayed like water spray. It was La Mancha’s ability to liquefy sword energy.
However, there was a subtle difference from what Ronan usually used. Swordsmanship was flying only towards the weapons they were holding. Exactly twenty-four red water droplets were passing through the people as if they were barely passing. Schlieffen, who was watching him in front of the cauldron, laughed.
“Did you go there?”
The core of anticipation did not even touch the fingers of the participants. The moment La Mancha, which drew an arc, returned to its original position, swords and blades clashed violently. Kwakwang! bang! A series of small explosions ignited and scattered metal shards in all directions. The organizers burst into admiration at the sight of a flower made of steel blooming. The girl who was still attached to Ronan covered her mouth with one hand.
“and.”
At the same time, screams erupted from all over the place. It was because the scattered fragments were embedded in the bodies of the participants.
“Haaaaaaagh! Aagh!”
“Oh face! My face!”
Judging by the dramatic reaction, it seemed that the madness that had dwelled in her body had disappeared. After all, there was nothing like shock therapy to bring him to his senses. The contestants collapsed almost simultaneously and tumbled to the floor. Ronan smirked when he confirmed that the technique was successful.
“Then now…”
However, his eyes narrowed before long. I had to find the guy who did this and kill him. It was the moment Ronan set out to search. Boo Woo! Horns echoed again from the stands surrounding the arena. The guide who announced the rules shouted as he jumped into the arena.
“Everyone stop! At this point, there are ten weapons left. I will end the first test!”
“what?”
Ronan stopped in place. Only then did the sight of the arena reminiscent of a battlefield come into view. There were seven people, including him, standing on two legs.