I Regressed to My Ruined Family - Chapter 196
I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 196
＃When I returned, my family was ruined (197)
“…Oh my god. “A monster was born in Heidern.”
“…Is this a force that makes sense?”
The nobles located in the Colosseum clicked their tongues.
Quarterfinals match.
The knight who appeared as Duke Ethan’s opponent was thrown out of the stadium without being able to withstand a single fight. I have watched hundreds of other games, but Duke Ethan’s game was the only one where I witnessed such overwhelming force. The force shown for the first time in the round of 16. Until then, everyone had implicitly discounted his power, saying it was a coincidence or luck, or else the opponent would have been caught off guard, but now it was different.
It could have been a coincidence once.
However, from the second time on, his power could never be disparaged by casual remarks.
The knight who appeared as his opponent right away was one of the most skilled knights among the later leaders of the Kingdom of Celsus. Of course, the realm remained within the realm of superhumans, and not only that, the Kingdom of Celsus…
was one of the kingdoms famous for the title of ‘Shield Knight’. The Kingdom of Celsus is one of the kingdoms bordering the land of monsters called Monster Land, and has a history of being invaded numerous times. The number of knights who sacrificed their lives easily exceeds thousands.
The kingdom took special measures to reduce sacrifices. That was the process of making it mandatory for knights to wear shields.
At first, there were more opposition than approval. A shield can be an item that guarantees one’s life, but on the other hand, it was not uncommon for people to close their eyes due to unfamiliar equipment worn.
However, despite numerous oppositions, the Kingdom of Celsus made it mandatory to wear a shield.
Numerous actual battles with monsters were of great help to my anti-personnel defense skills. Hundreds of years have passed and now, among the seven kingdoms, it has emerged as the kingdom with the best shield skills.
In particular, the anti-personnel shielding technique performed using the huge tower shield was evaluated as being absolutely perfect.
The knight who had just faced Duke Ethan was one of the highest ranked ‘Shield Knights’.
Everyone’s consensus was that even if it was a superhuman opponent, he would be able to withstand at least twenty sums or more.
The result of the match against Duke Ethan was truly shocking.
“It’s just one room. Heh heh….”
Just one shot.
The moment the duke struck down his sword at the knight holding up the solid tower shield, not only did the shield split into two, but the full plate armor he was wearing all over his body was harpooned with a clicking sound.
It was so absurd that even the knight hiding inside his armor was unable to respond and his pupils were rolling around.
‘What is this…’
Pauldorn, a knight of the Kingdom of Celsus, was so dumbfounded that he was on the verge of losing his mind.
Continental swordsmanship competition.
Participants were free to use the equipment. Of course, the scope was the equipment prepared by the organizers of the swordsmanship competition. In short, the office manager is banned.
Therefore, to the question of whether the duke’s weapons were exceptional, the answer was absolutely no. Because everyone used weapons made of steel equally.
The same was true for the duke’s greatsword.
It is a very ordinary steel greatsword. Not only did you split a tower shield made of steel with just one great sword, but you also shattered full plate armor?
If this were normal armor, it would have been easier to understand. However, the armor worn by Poldoorn was all heavily enriched with the family’s arcane defense techniques.
Even if the armor is made of copper, it is an extreme vision technology that can make it harder than diamond if the skill of the user is high.
Paul Dorn was a talented person who had mastered such vision skills to the highest level.
That made it all the more absurd. Even if he faced off against Sir Damien Plotten, who was considered a strong candidate for the championship until Ethan appeared, he would not have been able to cut through all the armor with arcane technology with a single sword.
It was a power that transcended anything one could imagine. Poldoorn could only look at Ethan with his mouth open. The same was true for the spectators watching the game.
Poldoorn was a knight who was very skilled in the art of defense, and so far, no knight had even cracked his shield, let alone pierced it.
Some spectators were looking at the armor broken in two with empty eyes, as if they had lost everything.
“My… my money…”
“No, just one shot… isn’t this too much?”
Pauldoorn and Ethan.
They were betting on the two knights who would face each other in the quarterfinals. Of course, they didn’t bet on Poldorn’s victory because their minds were filled with pink. Duke Ethan’s power revealed in the round of 16 was beyond imagination, so if you were to bet, in all likelihood, you had no choice but to give Duke Ethan some money.
Knowing that, the organizers of the bet gave it a twist.
Victory and defeat.
It simply wasn’t that kind of bet.
The key was how much money Poldoorn could withstand from Duke Ethan. Will the match end in a single match like William did in the round of 16?
If not, will you be able to withstand at least this sum?
The bet that twisted the content resulted in a huge box office hit.
If I were to limit my bet to simply winning or losing, even if I were a monkey, I would place a full bet on Duke Ethan, but if I were to bet on how many sums he could withstand….
“No, I thought I could survive five sums!” “He’s the famous knight of the Kingdom of Celsus!”
“I wasn’t even five! At most, it was the sum of three! “This was greed?”
When other kingdoms belittled the knights of the Kingdom of Celsus, they often belittled their value by calling them ‘beanworms’.
In the sense of literally crouching down and persevering.
Even the disparaging words contained the meaning of praising their defense, so the bettors expected that they would still be able to withstand more than one hit.
Two sums.
Three sums.
Yes sum.
The more you bet, thinking that you will be able to hold on to one more sum, the more the bet amount increases exponentially.
Still, the majority opinion was that the two sums would generally hold up.
“Damn it! shit! “You damn bean bug!”
It was a match that brought tears of blood to the eyes of the bettors.
At most, just one sum.
Of course, the game was not completely over yet.
Although Poldoorn’s armor was torn apart enough to expose his underwear, he was still holding a sword in one hand.
There was an argument to be made that Poldoorn could somehow withstand two attacks with just one swing of the sword. Of course, if things go that way, Poldoorn will be treated as the knight who showed the ugliest appearance ever in this tournament.
That didn’t matter to the bettors.
“Damn it! Lord Foldorn! Cheer up!”
“The game is not over yet!”
“Poldorn, cheer up! Jeenjang! “Don’t fall down here!”
Cheering from the angry crowd.
Despite this, Poldoorn could not swing the sword. It was because I knew. If this had been a real battle, the armor and shield would not simply have been split in two…
‘My body would have been torn apart.’
It was natural. Even armor and shields steeped in arcane technology could not withstand a sword strike, so how could a body that was even softer than that be able to withstand a great sword made of steel?
From the moment the defense techniques that the Kingdom of Celsus was proud of were broken, the game was already decided.
In order not to further tarnish the honor of the kingdom and family, Poldorn had no choice but to put down his sword.
“…I lost.”
“…iced coffee! Lord Foldorn has abstained! Such terrifying force! “Everyone had doubts at one time, but it was a match that proved that one’s own strength is the real deal!”
The host said, pointing to Ethan.
“The winner of Group 4 of the quarterfinals is… His Excellency the Duke of Ethan!”
“Waaaaaa!”
Cheers erupted throughout the Colosseum. There were many people who bet on Poldoorn’s good performance, but there were just as many who bet on Duke Ethan’s performance.
The impact of the scene where William fainted, as well as being thrown out of the field by a single blow, was so powerful. The result of the brave bet was a huge sum of money. At least five times the amount.
I was excited for a while.
Curiosity slowly began to build in the public’s eyes.
Is Duke Ethan really a ‘superhuman’? Slowly, doubts began to arise. In fact, it had to be that way. Even Damian, the famous knight of the Kingdom of Limedell, was of the opinion that it was impossible to kill Poldoorn in one blow.
Damian was an expert among experts, ranked at the top among many superhumans. That’s why he was treated as one of the strong candidates for the championship.
A top-tier superhuman.
He showed miracles that even such a superhuman would not be able to see, not once, but twice in a row.
So, isn’t Duke Ethan actually a knight who can be categorized as a superhuman at best?
Curiosity filled everyone’s eyes.
It was the same even for the moderator.
“…Your Excellency the Duke!”
“Why are you doing that?”
“There are so many people who are curious about Your Excellency’s status. By any chance… Your Excellency, are you facing the wall of transcendence?”
The host asked a question with his eyes tightly closed. Not only the public who simply visited the Colosseum, but also experts who had reached the level of transcendence were curious. Has Ethan really reached the level of being called a transcendent, or is he simply at the edge of superhumanity?
In other words, it meant that he had hidden his level so well that even knights who had reached transcendence were confused.
It’s vague enough to be uncomfortable.
Those emotions were eventually released through the direct act of asking questions.
Everyone’s eyes lit up at the host’s question. How will the Duke come up with an answer?
Will you hide your state as much as possible?
If not…
“You mean my realm? “The wall of transcendence has long since been overcome.”
“…!”
Loud!
There was a commotion in the Colosseum.
oh my god.
Is he really a transcendent?
I had been thinking implicitly about whether the duke had achieved the state of transcendence, but…
“Really… are you saying you’ve really overcome the wall of transcendence?”
“If you wouldn’t believe me even if I gave you the answer, why did you ask the question?”
“….”
I had absolutely nothing to say.
Because what the duke said was true.
I felt aggrieved inside.
I am at most twenty years old.
Even if you search through history, there is no knight who reached the level of transcendence at that age. Usually, no matter how fast you go, you have to be at least 30 for a knight to overcome the wall of transcendence to appear.
So it was unfair.
Doesn’t history tell us something?
In all the countless times in the past, such a monster has never appeared. Soon everyone’s eyes lit up.
If the duke had truly reached transcendence…
winning the continental swordsmanship competition was not important.
gulp.
If only the duke could prove it…
An intense curiosity rose through the silence. Most people would want to at least ask whether that statement can be proven.
Silence is maintained because it may be rude.
It was then.
Like scratching an itchy inside.
-Peacock. Can you prove that?
A curious voice flowed throughout the Colosseum.
Ethan looked up.
Top of the Colosseum.
The one who said those words was the robe-covered religious leader.