I Killed an Academy Player - Chapter 207

207. Return to Academy Killed the Player

Fall Harvest Festival (4)

Holy Buster Semi-Open Impact.

It is a technique that explodes the divine power amplified through prayer into pure physical energy.

Both knights and wizards are the same in that they process energy and replace it with martial arts and magic.

But Estelle’s is a simple explosion of ignorant energy.

It’s like filling a water balloon with intangible energy that seems ready to explode and then bursting it at once.

It’s simple and wasteful, but it has its advantages.

If it’s martial arts, it’s no casting if it’s apnea magic.

The mad power that explodes without going through a preparation stage leaves the opponent with no time to prepare.

“Oh my gosh, I feel sorry for the person who prepared the stadium.”

Without feeling sorry at all, Estelle dutifully apologizes. Arrogance that says you can do it.

“Hmm~ Is it finished?”

Although it wasn’t at its best, it was powerful enough to destroy the stadium in half. It is not easy to endure this level of oppression on your own.

Maybe it’s a wizard’s barrier magic or a knight with natural defense.

Arisha Arden is a typical technical type swordsman. If you press on with overwhelming specifications, you won’t have the talent to overcome it. However…

“…….”

In the fragmented arena, there is a swordsman with his sword drawn and a sharp look in his eyes. Even after being subjected to that tyranny, he did not move a single step.

‘Could it be… that the shock wave was canceled out with just the sword at the moment of the explosion?’

Is such an art possible? No, in that short moment in the first place? Unless you can ‘stop time’ by yourself…

“So… that’s the ‘area’? That’s interesting.”

Even among the battle priests of Shinism, who have a large manpower pool, this is a state of martial arts that is dismissed as a legend or an exaggerated rumor.

The most famous one is Garand Aden, which was the pinnacle of an era, but it is also a long time ago.

The existence of the realm is known, but the number of people who have witnessed it is limited… Moreover, Estelle, a priest of the church, is in a state where there is no relationship with the spirit.

“hmm?”

While Estelle is admiring, Alisha’s new model quickly closes the distance. The trajectory of a sword cutting horizontally. That is──

-Kang!

──It is blocked by Estelle’s bare skin.

“What kind of person would say something like this…”

“I will become an iron wall blocking the iron chariots of my enemies.”

Estelle’s body is covered with an invisible, ghastly light.

This horribly concentrated energy is a power that is completely different from aura or magic power.

A divine power so clear that even Corin Locke had only seen it at the end of Erin Danu or Ohad Breath.

By possessing Undri, Estelle became even closer to divinity.

The only people who can understand this are Erin Danua and Corin Locke. The only one who possesses a boundary that can see through everything.

“They said she was a saint…”

“Not anymore.”

Estelle smiled and raised her club. Dagda’s magic club. It is a weapon that matches well with the divinity of the earth.

“You are a goddess, sentient being.”

Alisha blocks the striking club with her sword. However, a huge weight pressed down on Alisha, almost like a mountain blocking her path.

“Ugh…?!”

Dagda’s magic club. It is the heaviest weapon among Danans, and can barely be lifted by eight warriors.

Only the Earth Divinity, who absorbs the energy of the Earth, can swing this club freely. It was not a weight that Arisha, a mere human, could bear.

“Wow…!”

As he deflected the club before he was crushed to death, the tip of the club hit the floor of the stadium.

Quang! And the stadium is exploding. Even though Arisha avoided the direct attack, her whole body was beaten by the tyranny of the club.

“Ugh…!”

“You’re talented.”

Unlike her leisurely voice, her movements are like a lightning bolt. His physical strength, enhanced by his divine power, is already at a level where he can crush Arisha with just the aftereffects.

“Whoa…!”

Alisha controls her breathing and responds with technique to face Estelle, who charges at her ignorantly.

Far from a thuggish fighting style, Alisha’s response was elegant and sophisticated. This is thanks to the numerous sparring sessions with Corin that have allowed him to attack only his own attacks while letting go of the opponent’s attacks.

When Estelle swings the club, she deflects it or evades it and cuts off her thighs, abs, chest, and neck.

Compared to the huge club, Arisha’s sword was definitely faster and struck critical points several times.

However, Estelle did not even flinch for a split second and rushed forward, taking Arisha’s attacks harshly.

“eww…!”

The opponent is not used to fighting. All they have to do is trust their overwhelming physical strength and push forward. Alicia knows of a similar case.

Bicheon Yacha Hwaran.

The offensive power emanating from its overwhelming defense and inexhaustible aura.

It’s such a powerful force that you wonder what might happen if you seriously make him your enemy.

‘But it’s different. There must be a limit.’

In the Netherlands, it is passive. It is an invincible defense power that is not consumed. On the other hand, Estelle is active through ‘prayer’. In that case──

“You can’t just run away…!”

Estelle’s spiritual power is concentrated on her feet. When the force concentrated on the soles of the feet hit the floor of the stadium, the floor shook so much that the entire stadium, which had been destroyed in half, was lifted.

“…!”

Arisha bounces up into the air along with the shattered stadium floor. Estelle tightly gripped the club towards Alisha, who was thrown into the air with nowhere to stand.

can not avoid. If she falls like this, that vicious club will hit Arisha.

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“Huh?”

In an instant, Alisha disappears from Estelle’s sight.

It is not at the level of acceleration. The body’s visual acuity, which has been strengthened through prayer in advance, can even detect the speed of sound.

How can you accelerate in a place where the only place you can step on is the bounced stadium floor?

However, it was a moment that was far beyond recognition. Alicia was right in front of Estelle.

‘area?’

The domain is extreme concentration, taking ‘impossible steps’ in frozen time. A state that escapes the natural order of time.

Corin Locke.

Erin Danua.

Garand Aden.

Ohad Breath.

Tates Balthazar.

These people who have reached the ultimate level are those who walk the steps of perfect martial arts.

So what about Arisha Aden?

‘Wasn’t the area only activated at a limited distance within one step?’

This was the state that was passed down only through word of mouth. However, the distance between Estelle and Alisha was not something that could be reached in one step.

sambo. Alicia Arden walks three steps.

Eyes that see boundaries.

An innate ability to look directly into black space better than anyone else. An absolute talent that makes fun of extreme training and hard work.

That unreasonable sword ignores even the limits of distance—

Arisha-style heavenly sword.

Breaking through the realm of infinity.

──It reaches the hem of the saint’s robe.

-Sigh!

“Eh…”

A vague sound comes from the corner of Alisha’s mouth. A territory breakthrough made while the whole body was in pain. That secret blow had missed in an absurd way.

“Umm… I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Even though she was caught off guard, Estelle’s gaze became even stronger when the other person missed the opportunity due to a ridiculous mistake.

And as her lips murmured and she finished her prayer, the club gave off an unusual energy.

It was a concentration of power so dangerous that it triggered an instinctive survival warning.

“Now wait a minute. Ha hangbo——!”

HOLY BURSTER

FULL OPEN IMPACT

An insane amount of oppression hit Arisha along with the stadium, making you wonder if this was even possible.

* * * *

“Hiyin…….”

Infirmary for players participating in the tournament. Alisha whined and whined.

“Isn’t there such a thing as moderation?”

“That’s right.”

“What did I say to you?”

As Corin squeezes the top of her head, Alisha looks more tearful than before.

“I’m a patient, I’m a patient…!”

“Ugh…”

“…Winning prize. I wanted to give it to you.”

“Does that matter now?”

Area and full impact. Both were way off the mark in one tournament. Seeing the two people fighting to the death during an event friendly sparring, Corin actually felt guilty.

“Anyway… I’m sorry.”

It was my fault that the two people competed for the winning prize.

“No, what a great item this is.”

He just wanted a souvenir, one of the winning prizes. Even though it was such a trivial affair, the two girls fought to the death.

“Hehe, then please give me a hug on that wound.”

“……this.”

Corin was about to punch her again, but when she saw Alisha smiling brightly, she withdrew her fist. I was both sorry and grateful.

“What’s so good about being hurt?”

“It’s just… I just like that I did something for you, Corrin.”

“You too… are seriously ill.”

Still, I couldn’t say anything more, so I patted her head and Alisha smiled brightly.

“Corrin, could you please tighten the bandage?”

I bandaged Arisha, who was in the hurray pose. It wraps all the way from the armpits to the chest, and I am blushing and smiling as if it is so good.

“Corrin~”

Both hands clasped together wrap around the nape of Corin’s neck. Alicia laughed and calmly restrained him.

“Hehehe……”

“Smile because you did a good job.”

“Just like that.”

Since the summer vacation confession, Alisha has often engaged in skinship like this.

Unlike when I was embarrassed to even touch my hand, I actively express my feelings.

“It’s good that you got hurt. Because you can monopolize this close up. Hehe…”

“It’s fair to say. Gigi-bae, don’t get hurt and do your best as usual.”

“Hehe, did I try hard?”

“know.”

“If you know, kiss me…”

“No.”

“……No?”

“Yeah. I haven’t decided yet. I’m sorry.”

“Chi~ I’m fine.”

Alisha had said something before. He says he doesn’t care. Rather, wouldn’t it be nice to have a large family?

“Your sister may be a bit eccentric… but that’s still not polite.”

“Corrin, do you think you can be a little more shameless?”

“That’s because I don’t want to do that. I have a lot of worries.”

Being loved is both happy and difficult.

He loves, chooses someone, makes someone unhappy… I’m worried about the people who might be left behind if I make a mistake.

I couldn’t repay anyone’s love. I was sorry that I couldn’t do that.

“I’m sorry, but please wait now.”

Corin strokes Alisha’s head and ties the bandage tightly. Blood rushed to my face as I saw her ample cleavage.

“Anyway, kids these days.”

“Isn’t he a child? He’s about to become an adult?”

“I know, dude.”

Corrin looked at Alisha blankly. Alicia looked straight at him as if she didn’t feel pressured, and Corin praised her honestly.

“You’ve become stronger.”

“Really?”

Arisha has become stronger.

Of course, my low self-esteem and lack of confidence were still there, but I had become stronger than when I was bullied by Corinne at the beginning of school for not having enough basic skills.

“It’s all thanks to Corin.”

In some ways, Arisha was with Corin the longest.

At the hunting ground, I was afraid of fighting and only looked for the easy way out.

They protected me, trusted me, and were with me.

“If it weren’t for Corinne, I wouldn’t have been able to face my territory, stand up to my sister, or see my talent.”

Her natural instinct.

The talent to be captivated by cutting people with a sword.

For Alisha, who only had talent but pursued mediocrity, it was a talent she was afraid to face.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do anything if it weren’t for Corrin.”

“Not really.”

Corin Locke knows. That this girl will eventually realize her talent and become one of the heroes who saves the world.

All I did was give him a little support and trust him.

“Hehe…”

Arisha’s gaze became entangled with Corin’s. The deep love underlying those gazes. Corinne was thankful and sorry.

* * * *

It is the third night.

It’s time for the whole continent to go to bed to enjoy the next day after being excited by the festival. There were people who were still busy working day and night.

“Fuu huu…….”

“Is it done?”

A laboratory set up at the Corin Guardians office. 35 wizards were conducting the final stability test of their entries for the Corin Locke booth at tomorrow’s Magic Fair.

It was a truly difficult spell.

The concept makes sense. The basic outline and design were also very advanced concepts.

The problem is how to implement this with modern technology.

It’s already been 3 weeks since I came up with an idea and started making ridiculous orders to implement it on my own. Former slave wizards from the Magic Tower put their heads together and shared opinions.

How amazing this is.

Even if they belong to the same magic tower, even if they are a teacher and a disciple, vision and knowledge are not shared.

An inefficient education method that comes from a thorough apprenticeship method. However, they are magic tower magicians who adhere to a method that allows them to endlessly increase their status thanks to knowledge that becomes monopolized as they move up the ladder.

The school’s 35 master’s and doctoral degrees, monopolists of knowledge with a closed mindset, shared their secrets with each other in a surprisingly open manner.

As a result, for the first time in history, a touching result was completed through full cooperation between the seven schools of the Magic Tower.

“Then… let’s start the test drive.”

The Red Wave’s Professor Mage Jolene, who was in charge of energy and thermal efficiency management, operated this admirable collaboration with a trembling heart.

────!!

A roaring sound, almost like an animal. At this, the wizards of the Magic Tower cheered and hugged each other.

“I did it!”

“You did it!”

“Hahahaha! We did it!”

It was a touching moment. Also──

“There’s no need to get kicked out of the office anymore!”

“You don’t have to go back to that salt farm!”

“Hehehehe…!”

It was also the moment when their lifelong career was decided.