Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 178

178. Festival of Swords (21)

#178

“Don’t you think so? little brother.”

Darman’s gaze was fixed on Ronan. The throbbing eyes were now dyed in a clear scarlet. The gray hair fluttering in the wind looked just like a white bush.

On Darman’s shoulder, whose impression had completely changed, sparkling mana was oozing out. What was implied was a clear phenomenon. The torrential sword was not the end. Ronan’s face contorted abruptly when he heard that he was his younger brother.

“…what?”

“At that time, in the forest, I was grateful. I almost got in trouble because the memory seals worked harder than expected. Thanks to you, I didn’t even get scarred.”

Darman stroked his cheek with his non-knife hand. Originally, it was a place where it would have been beaten and scarred by new hunters. Remembering the memory of applying the potion to the wound, Ronan narrowed his brows.

“You…”

He was dumbfounded, forgetting that he was angry for a moment. I couldn’t figure out what the hell that was. Even if the changing hair and eye color is a new option for Nebula Klazier, is he suddenly a younger brother? Darman, who laughed at Ronan, continued.

“It’s nice to have a good brother.”

At that moment, veins formed on Ronan’s forehead. The self who was troubled felt like an asshole. Once all the limbs are cut off and found out, it will be solved. Ronan’s thighs, filled with mana, swelled as if they were about to explode.

“Who’s your younger brother.”

bang! Ronan, who had stopped for a moment, spurred the ground again and rushed. From the spot where he stood, dirt and snow spurted wildly. Darman raised his sword with a relaxed smile. Kaaaang-! A roar echoed through the crater, unbelievable as the sound of mere blades colliding. Darman muttered in a voice mixed with admiration.

“You are full of strength. Didn’t you touch the Sword Spirit at all?”

“what…!”

Ronan gritted his teeth at the shock transmitted through his bones. The moment he split the first sum, he realized something was wrong.

Unlike when dealing with the flood sword in the warehouse, Darman was not pushed back even though he was pouring all his strength from the beginning. The two interlocking blades were oscillating with the force of devouring each other. He spoke with a calm expression.

“Don’t be too sad that your attitude has suddenly changed. Until I met Zaifa, I was really the Darman you knew.”

Darman groaned. There was no hint of weakness from before in the vile laughter. Ronan, who suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago, twitched his lips.

‘…Did this bastard come up with his memories sealed?’

Rin once explained it to me. The explosive sword also turned into a completely different person with the turning point of meeting Nabi Rose. It must have been the same way that Darman broke through Farzan’s borders. Ronan took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

“…Is your purpose to kill Zaifa?”

“That was the biggest. Lucky for you. If it wasn’t for the ritual of finding the holy sword, it would have been quite difficult.”

Darman explained that he was able to cut Zaifa by a very narrow margin. Ronan bit his lower lip. According to him, if the Zaifana elders were in a normal state, they would never have been treated so vainly. At that time, Darman, who was examining Ronan’s face, said with interest.

“By the way… you really look alike. You can’t lie about blood.”

“what?”

“It’s to the point of being confused with the headmaster’s youth. Except for that hair color.”

“What kind of bullshit are you talking about as a religious leader…”

Ronan was about to say something. Darman suddenly grew in size and his face began to change. The round eyes narrowed fiercely, and the little breast meat that still remained was rapidly shrinking. His face, which stopped changing before long, was very similar to someone Ronan knew. Darman smiled, raising one corner of his mouth.

“Do you believe we are brothers now, brother?”

****

“This…what the heck…”

Tyr, the vice-captain of the Sacred Spear Knights, was in unprecedented confusion. It was truly lightning. I couldn’t find the holy sword, so I gave up and lay down, but a boy who appeared out of nowhere killed two elders and knocked down Zaifa.

The unidentified boy was engaged in a fierce knife fight with participant 44, Ronan. As swords collided with each other, a metallic sound resounded in succession.

The fight was so fast and furious that the other contestants couldn’t even dare to intervene. Some elders were chasing them, but it didn’t seem easy to catch them.

“Here Jaifa…”

Suddenly, Tyr’s gaze turned to Jaifa. Having been stabbed deep in the chest, he was on one knee, gasping for breath.

Blood was still flowing non-stop from the wound on his chest. The pool of blood at his feet was rapidly widening. Tyr, unable to accept the unrealistic situation, was breathing heavily. A familiar voice came from behind.

“Hello.”

“you are.”

Tyr turned his head. The dark-eyed man I was talking to was standing there. Beside him, a woman holding a well-groomed mace silently crossed her arms.

Tyr recognized the woman and raised his eyebrows. It was Elena of the Mace, a free mercenary with a great reputation in the eastern part of the continent.

“Elena? Why is he here…”

“A colleague from Aran Farjan. It seemed like it would be impossible for the two of us to lift and carry Lady Zaifa, but it turned out well.”

“I mean, I’m going to lift it for a while…”

The dark-eyed man nodded. He explained that he had come with the intention of saving Jaifa.

“It’s the amount of blood that a human should die, but the Sword Saint is a wear tiger, so I don’t know what to do. Follow me.”

“Wait a minute!”

The man and Elena started running towards Zaifa. Tyr reluctantly followed them. It was quite a distance, but since all three were skilled fighters, the distance quickly closed.

“Kreurreureu…”

“The giant swordsman. Be patient.”

Zaifa was growling while clutching at his chest. It was the typical appearance of a wounded beast. It was a car in which a dark-eyed man took out a potion from his bosom. Suddenly, a shadow blocked their way and landed.

“It’s really great. I never thought I would get it sorted out this way.”

Tyr’s eyes widened. The identity of the shadow was a woman he had never seen before. She had her hair cut short like a man’s, and like Darman, she had white hair and scarlet eyes. The dark-eyed man tilted his head.

“hmm? It’s like you’ve never seen…”

At that moment, the woman’s hands blurred and disappeared. A red line was drawn across the man’s neck, and his head fell to the floor. Tyr and Elena’s faces hardened sharply.

“what…!”

Neither of them noticed what had happened. Two daggers were clutched in her hands. She licked the blood on her blade and smiled bashfully.

“Ugh. After all, human blood tastes better than beastman.”

“This bitch!”

It wasn’t too hard to spot her enemy. Tyr and Elena charged at the same time. The woman who calmly licked the blood did not move until they approached within one step.

Elena, who came running first, swung her mace horizontally. The rapidly accelerated strike with mana was a skill that raised her reputation along with her reticence to do what she had to do silently.

However, the woman lightly avoided the attack by leaning only the upper body backwards with her legs fixed. Elena, who had been silent all along, spoke for the first time.

“you…!”

“If I hadn’t wasted all my energy trying to find the holy sword, there would have been a possibility. It’s a waste.”

The giggling woman brandished a dagger. square! A small arc was drawn over Elena’s chest, and blood spurted out of her chest and mouth.

“Gagging.”

“Bury Ike.”

The woman swiftly jumped backwards and bit herself. Elena, whose heart had been cut in two, collapsed to the floor. Tyr backed away in horror when he saw her now forever reticent. The woman who had been licking the blood off the dagger looked at him and said,

“Eating or drinking is fine, but I don’t like asking about the body. Why is honey like that?”

“What on earth is that person…?”

“You wouldn’t know if I told you anyway? We are Lycopos. My name is Aziego.”

“Lu… Corpos?”

A woman named Ajie answered calmly. Tyr stuttered at the word he had never heard before. After laughing, Ajie threw the dagger she had just licked.

“look. I don’t know.”

“Huh uh uh uh!”

The dagger flew towards Tyr’s head in a straight line. Predicting a tragic future, he screamed in agony.

The sharp blade was about to pierce Tyr’s forehead. Kang! Something fast and sharp struck the dagger. It was a long and wide sword. Tyr’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out at the sight of a woman walking in front of him.

“I am Nabi Rose!”

“Eak.”

Naviroze, who deflected the dagger, swung the sword horizontally. As Ajie twisted her shoulder urgently, the blade narrowly grazed her in front of her eyes. Looking back at Nabi Rose, Ajie said in an interesting tone.

“…Are you still in good spirits?”

“What is your true identity?”

Nabi Roze shot low. Even though she communicated with dozens of sword spirits during the ceremony, her eyes were still alive. Ajie smiled.

“Well, it must have been Croden. In the first place, I wasn’t going to send that asshole alone.”

“I asked what your identity was.”

“Lycopos belonging to the Nebula Clash. If you want to hear more, use your discretion.”

“Do that.”

Ajie, who made a light leap, quickly rotated her body and dug in. The two daggers moved fiercely like bee stings. Kang! Every time the blades struck, sparks flew out of the air.

“It’s strong too.”

“It’s a mess…”

Nabi Roze, who was competing for the sum, frowned. In terms of skill with the sword itself, Navi Rose had the upper hand, but Ajie’s footwork was so quick and irregular that it was difficult to land a decisive blow.

She jumped swallows, stood on her hands, and sometimes fired a secret poison needle attached to her shoe to attack Nabi Rose. It was at one point. While crossing the lot, she stepped on a rock at the landing point and lost her balance and fell backwards.

“reel.”

Nabi Rose did not miss the opportunity. Daetaedo, shining dark green, fell on Ajie’s head. The blade was about to split open the woman’s skull. Kaaang! A loud metallic sound rang out. Ajie let out a sigh of relief.

“Whoa, that was dangerous.”

“This is…”

Nabi Roze’s face hardened. The blade of Daetaedo stopped in front of her eyes about a finger’s distance away. A veil shimmering like a haze was blocking her sword.

It was obviously the same technique that the flood sword used. Just like that time, the curtain didn’t break even when I tried to force it. Ajie, who was spinning the dagger as if performing a trick, opened her mouth.

“Then let’s do it properly.”

Her expression hardened. A murderous spirit that was unlike anything before spread through Ajie’s shoulders. Nabirosé’s hand holding the hilt gained strength.

****

“Damn it!”

Kang! The hilt fell from Ronan’s hand. La Mancha, which flew in a circle, was stuck on the floor. Darman said in a voice mixed with laughter.

“Why is that, brother? His movements have noticeably slowed down.”

“shut up…!”

Darman’s sword attack penetrated without giving him a chance to pick up the sword. Immediately, Ronan drew his dagger Ymir and took a defensive stance. bang! The sword fell in an arc and hit Ymir’s blade.

“Keugh!”

“Are you shocked that your brother even existed?”

The impact was transmitted through the wrist to the knee. Right after Darman’s face changed, Ronan was being pushed back. I couldn’t concentrate on the battle at all.

‘Did it really happen that way?’

Darman’s face was strikingly similar to him. It was slightly uglier, but it was at a level where if someone introduced them as twins, they would pass without disagreement. That alone was fucking enough, but there was another element that was shaking Ronan’s heart. He knew a person who became the original version of himself and Darman.

‘I said the teacher. For sure.’

Darman said that he resembled the teacher to the extent that he could not recognize him. With that one word, he was holding out to prove a disgusting hypothesis buried deep in his heart. The secret of birth that has been denied over and over again.

‘As expected, the kid who becomes my father…’

My head was dizzy. It was not enough even if I dealt with it with all my attention, but it shouldn’t be like this. It was a car that he was trying to regain his composure and focus on the battle. Kajangchang! Ymir, who received Darman’s sword attack, was shattered and shattered.

“What the fuck…!”

“It’s a pity. The black sword was quite usable.”

Darman, who held the sword with a full turn, dug in with a thrust. It was a distance that could not be avoided or blocked. Sensing death, Ronan sighed. It was the moment when the white blade was about to pierce Ronan’s neck. Something tugged at Ronan’s back and at the same time blocked his path.

hooked! A strangely soft sound came. Darman’s sword, which pierced something, stopped.

“What is this again?”

“Aww.”

Ronan’s eyes widened. My little shoulder was twitching. A trembling voice escaped from his dumbfounded mouth.

“…Rin?”

A white sword had grown through Rin’s back. Red blood was smearing all over her clothes. Rin, who had been pierced by the sword, turned her head. She muttered something, but I couldn’t hear her because her voice didn’t come out.

“Where did I come from so suddenly?”

Darman frowned. Ronan’s time stopped for a moment. Rin’s face was rapidly turning pale. The blood dripping from her small lips looked even redder against her pure white hair.

“you.”

Ronan, who reflexively reached out, pulled out the La Mancha stuck in the floor. As Darman swung his sword, Rin’s body rolled on the floor. Because it was so light, there was no sound. Ronan lunged at Darman while holding the hilt with both hands.

“Have you ever been a lover?”

Darman sneered. He calmly raised his sword and took a defensive stance. Ronan fired a slash with all his might, but he was dominated by anger and the obvious trajectory was too easily blocked.

“You still have a lot to learn, brother. I have to work now, so let’s finish it soon.”

Darman smiled. But this time it wasn’t the end. Kang! At the same time as the sound of metal resonated, black air like water spray poured out of the red-hot La Mancha. Darman’s face hardened. Sensing danger, he hurriedly bit himself.

“Ugh!”

However, avoiding it completely failed. A chill of anticipation passed through him, tearing all over his body. Chow! His left flank and right shoulder blade were ripped off like a shark bite. Darman’s face, which had been relaxed all along, was distorted with anger.

“dare!”

Suddenly, sparkling mana surged over Darman’s shoulder in a whirlwind. It was a scale that far surpassed that of Terranil, who served as the bishop. But to Ronan now, none of that mattered. Immediately correcting his posture, he rushed at Darman without a word.

“This…Beast…!”

Darman raised his right arm. A pair of huge wings spread over his shoulders and at the same time a strong wind hit Ronan. It was a gale, one of the giant’s powers. Kwaaang! Ronan was blown away by the wind and bounced away.

“Gagging!”

It was like a compressed typhoon. Ronan flew in a straight line and crashed into the outer wall of the crater. Blood gushed out of his mouth with a shock that seemed to shatter his spine. It was the car he was about to pull himself out of. bang! Darman, who closed the distance with a single leap, put a kick into Ronan’s chest.

“……!”

Not even a scream came out. Another small crater was created around Ronan. Kwakwawang! The outer wall that could not overcome the shock collapsed and he and Ronan fell down the mountain. Darman, who was watching the scene, uttered a low voice.

“Whoa… cool your head there.”

Wiping off the blood on his knife, he turned around. The wounds on the shoulder blades and sides were deep. I was really about to get beaten.

Darman took an emergency potion from his bosom and started pouring it into his body. He tilted his head as he looked around the Holy Land.

“…hmm?”

Apparently, the body of the girl he had just stabbed to death was nowhere to be seen.