Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 172

172. The Festival of Swords (15)

#172

“Were you alive? Flooding Sword.”

Nabi Rose muttered after wiping the nosebleed. The place where she landed was close to the audience, so I could hear her voice unintentionally. Ronan’s eyes widened.

“for a moment. What do you mean, a flood sword?”

“It is literally. I’m sure I made it into a body that can’t hold a knife again, but I don’t know what happened.”

Nabi Roze answered without turning his head. She was claiming that Nordrek was the Stormblade himself. Amidst the thick smoke, the yellow flash created by Nordrek’s aura flashed. Schlieffen, dumbfounded as if shocked, opened his mouth.

“…it is impossible. Is there any possibility that you are a disciple or a child?”

“I didn’t live in vain enough to confuse that…well, I’m coming back.”

Nabi Rose clicked her tongue. At the same time, the smoke that had been thick was tearing from side to side, and Nordreks rushed in. To all but a few, his charge looked like a gust of wind.

Nabi Rose did not panic and widened the distance. Gathering mana, she swung her sword horizontally, and a dark green crescent moon shot at Nordrek. One hundred meters in diameter was large enough to completely cover the arena. Exclamations erupted from all over the audience.

“oh my god!”

“As expected, the former swordsman…!”

There was nowhere to escape. Nordrek, who had been charging, stopped in place. It was the moment when the sword energy that flew through the air was about to rip his body apart. Nordrek leaped, thrusting his sword into the ground for support. bang! The explosion that erupted from the tip of the sword added momentum to his body. The blade passed through Nordrek’s feet and slammed into the opposite side of the arena, causing an explosion.

“Your momentum has died a lot. little girl.”

It was a way of speaking that didn’t even feel like the tip of the existing gentle and rational side. In an instant, Nordrek, who had reached Nabi Rose’s face, fired a sword attack. It was a vertical slash that was wielded while holding the hilt with both hands. Nabi Rose struck his sword with a gentle motion like flowing water. Kaaang-! A roar reminiscent of a beast’s roar shook the arena.

“Thank you for saying that. It’s been a while since I heard the lady’s voice.”

Nabi Roze sneered. The two exchanged sword strikes on the spot without retreating a single step. yellow and green. Whenever the two blades collided, the two auras entangled and created a ferocious mana storm. Steel thunder exploded one after another. Nabi Rose, who was in the middle of the battle, opened her mouth.

“Croden. How are you alive?”

“I was beholden to a strange group. Miracles really do exist. Those bastards cured me while I was dying on the shore.”

They talked casually while sharing sums. The calm expression on his face seemed like he was watching old friends chatting. Nordrek explained that an unknown group had brought him back to life. Nabi Rose shrugged her eyebrows.

“Interesting. They are a strange group.”

“okay. They also put on the leg you cut off. Don’t you believe it’s a prosthetic leg?”

“Ohh. Was it a prosthetic leg?”

Nabi Roze shrugged his eyebrows as if it was unexpected. As Nordrek said, moving freely and vigorously, it was not enough to look like a real leg. It was a level that far exceeded the Empire’s technology. he continued.

“But the nerves that were ripped off along with the skin couldn’t be put back. After sacrificing so many worms… Look at my face, unable to laugh or cry.”

“What do you mean by sacrificing it?”

“Legs and skin are not given for free. I had to kill a lot unintentionally. Apparently it wasn’t enough for her hair and eyes to turn an idiot color.”

The Nordreks clicked. Of course, the expression and pitch of the voice didn’t change, so it was only a whimper rather than a laugh.

He explained that he killed countless humans to obtain materials. The moment Ronan heard that, he could imagine what would happen to Russell’s comrades who were captured alive. Nabi Rose’s eyebrows twisted.

“If I could survive, I would live quietly. Why did you come to the sword festival again? Could it be that you still haven’t let go of your lingering attachment to the holy sword?”

“Well, there are many other reasons besides the holy sword. I can’t tell you the details…”

Suddenly Nordrek grabbed the hilt. The halo of light that wrapped around the curved sword became more intense, and the speed of the sword increased. bang! A slash reminiscent of a thunderbolt struck Daetaedo’s blade. The taut balance collapsed, and Nabi Rose’s body bounced backwards.

“Gagging…!”

Butterfly Rose flew to the end of the arena and crashed into the wall. Kwaaang! Part of the crowd collapsed with an impact that sounded like a battering ram. Seeing her coughing up blood, Schlieffen jumped up and stood up. Nordrek’s voice grew louder and clearer.

“Do not make fun of people, you whore. Why don’t you take out the snake?”

Nordrek aimed the tip of his sword at Naviroze. The mana that had spread like mist around him wriggled and created about ten spiral pillars. Exclamations of astonishment erupted from all over the audience. Each of the pillars, each measuring 10 meters in size, was a mass created by condensing the aura of the riot sword. Nabi Rose, who almost pulled herself out of the wall, staggered and straightened her posture. A painful moan escaped from her lips.

“Keuuuuuu…”

“Are you going to protect your pride until the end? Come on, if that’s the case, think about who will clean up the corpse of the four years old who were torn to shreds.”

Nordrek growled. The spiral pillars that had been erected upright collapsed and aimed at her. Overseer Alogin, who was worse than that, hurriedly opened his mouth.

“This is dangerous. Sword Saint. We must stop sparring.”

“no. wait.”

Jaipa shook her head. Alogin’s face hardened.

“The battle has already been won. Besides, if that person really is Crowden, it’s not an ordinary thing. We must immediately stop fighting and secure new recruits from Croden!”

“So, wait. That snake will take care of it.”

“What is that…!”

Alogin protested, but Zaifa remained silent. He turned his head slightly and looked at Ronan. Subtle glances passed between the two of them.

is it yet

Not yet.

At that moment, the spiral pillars were fired all at once. For safety, the wizards on standby created a barrier between the spectators and the arena. A reddish-yellow flash of light covered the arena, and at the same time, an explosion resounded as if the world was turned upside down. The specially treated stone floor flipped and bounced like sand. The five-layered defense shield was repeatedly broken and regenerated. Gagging! A few wizards who couldn’t handle the psychological shock sat down vomiting blood.

“Instructor.”

Schlieffen grabbed the hilt. It was an explosion that could not even find a piece of flesh, let alone cull the bones. I wouldn’t know if it was normal, but the current condition of Nabi Rose was not normal. It was the car he was biting his lower lip thinking about whether he should break in now. A familiar voice came from below.

“You are very nice too. After all, good-looking kids have good hearts.”

“you.”

“Don’t worry too much. The princess will be fine.”

Schlieffen lowered his head. Rin came over and stood next to him. He had to invest quite a bit of time to figure out that the word princess was referring to Nabi Rose. Ronan also helped with a word.

“Yes ma’am. Trust your sister.”

“…Ronan.”

Schlieffen looked away. Ronan was watching the explosion that covered the arena with his arms crossed. I didn’t feel any tension from his calm expression. It was like someone waiting for something.

“The other day, Zaifa said. He said it was the first time he had taken out his claws since leaving the North.”

“…what do you mean by that?”

“Instructor is saying that that picky tiger is almost the only one who acknowledges it. I was curious, so I asked him what it was like as a swordsman, and he answered like this. He is violent, but his skills are worse than when he was 15. I was lucky enough to have been with him for 40 years.”

Ronan recited the same conversation he had with Zaifa at dawn the other day while drinking. Jaifa, who only got drunk after drinking about ten bottles of the perpetual tale soaked wine, threw off his top and showed the scar on his chest.

A knife mark nearly as tall as Ronan was left on the muscle, which looked like a distended obsidian. Among the countless scars, what was clear to anyone was the cut from the great attitude of Nabi Rosé.

Unlike Nabi Rose, Zaifa treated the scar as her own monument. I don’t know if it’s because he’s lived a long time, but his mental strength is extraordinary. Then he boasted that he could defeat a guy like the Flooding Sword with just one hand. Of course, Ronan thought Zaifa and Naviroze were geniuses who went beyond the standard, but the flood sword was also strong enough.

“I know because I saw a fight this morning. Whether it’s a Nordrek or a flood sword, he’s definitely strong. Maybe stronger than me or you right now.”

“Then you mean…”

“Yes. Why is a guy with better sensitivity than me like that? Look closely.”

Suddenly, Ronan, who was shoulder to shoulder with Schlieffen, pointed to the place where Nabi Rose was. Schlieffen’s eyes widened as he stared at them. Ronan raised one corner of his mouth and threw out a word.

“You can’t beat our instructor at that level.”

It was a confident speech. Before long, the explosion stopped. The smoke completely covering the other half of the arena looked like a black wall. No one in the audience spoke, so everyone could hear Nordrek’s muttering.

“…I should have had some fun and killed him. I mean, it was ripe.”

Nordrek licked his lips. There was no pitch in the sound, so it sounded more creepy. He said to himself, keeping his eyes on the wall of smoke.

“I shouldn’t have been baptized. There was nowhere to use it anyway.”

It was a car that Nordrek had been reminiscing about over the past few decades. Suddenly, a green crescent moon flew out of the smoke. It was a flimsy sword, as if it would go out any moment. The size was also absurdly small compared to the one Nabi Rose shot earlier.

“What, are you still alive?”

Nordrek snorted. It seemed to embody the futile resistance of a dying person. As he lightly twisted his shoulder, the feeble blade of sword passed in vain before his eyes.

“I hope the face and body are healthy.”

If only the limbs were blown off, it would have been perfect. It was the moment when Nordrek, who grabbed the knife with a full turn, took steps to confirm the kill. Whoa! Suddenly, a wall of smoke exploded and a cloud of green light poured out. Huge swordsmen appeared.

“what…!”

Nordrek panicked and raised his sword. It was an unreal sight. Horizontal and vertical slanted lines. The sword spirits flying in different directions seemed like a net to catch a divine being.

It was close to impossible to find a gap in the runaway sword that filled up the whole field of view. In the end, a sword that could not be completely avoided passed by Nordrek’s cheek.

“Huh!”

Took. Nordrek’s right ear fell to the floor. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but there was no room for pain. With the momentum to break it, the demon Nordrek ran forward. Rather than turn his back and run away, he had to break through the front and find a way out.

It was the moment when he dramatically broke through the net of the sword. Butterfly rose appeared from the back of the exceptionally wide sword. His clothes were torn in places, probably from the aftermath of the explosion, but he did not appear to be seriously injured. Arms and leg muscles swollen to the fullest. sharp eyes. Already ready to swing her sword, she sighed coldly.

“I was a little worried. As the disciple said, you may not be Croden.”

“You calvary!”

Nordrek reflexively thrust out his sword. Nabi Roze’s attitude disappeared from sight. The blades that flew aiming at each other passed by crossing each other. Fain! A hole the size of a fist pierced the middle of Nabi Rose’s hair that rose like fire. At the same time, a red line appeared over Nordrek’s chest.

“Gagging…!”

“But you were right.”

Blood gushed from Nordrek’s nose and mouth. Butterfly Roze turned around and kicked him hard in the stomach. Kwaaang! Nordrek flew in a straight line and landed on the other side of the arena. A rift like a cobweb rose around him. The body slipped down the wall and fell to the floor.

“It was still garbage that deserved to be cut down.”

Nabi Rose wiped off the blood on the knife. Nordrek did not move. A dense silence hung over the arena. Allogin, who managed to come to his senses, opened his mouth.

“…the test is over.”