Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 138

Episode 138 Skill Test (6)

The next day.

A mysterious crowd gathered in front of Class B of the Cold Weapons Donation Department.

1 2 3 Even some of the 4th year students who do not show up at internal and external events due to graduation and employment were mixed.

What they have in common is that most of them are women.

“Hey, who’s the kid who dripped water from the end of his jawline after the game yesterday?”

“Is that him? Is that the guy from yesterday?”

“Wow, your face is crazy. How did you look like that?”

“What can I do? It’s so cute… I want it…”

The girls still couldn’t forget the shock after yesterday’s game in Naphtali.

Those who watched yesterday’s class Naphtali competition between cold arms donation groups, either in person or through videos or photos taken by magic video, all paid attention to one thing.

‘Hey great. Who is he?’

‘I’m out of breath…… I think I’m going to stop breathing.’

‘Wow, he’s really ridiculously handsome.’

It was the face of a male student walking to the stands after the game, sweeping away his wet bangs.

That face, wet with sweat and water, belonged to Bikir.

Bikir took off his glasses for a very short time yesterday and cut his bangs.

And it struck a surprise at the defenseless hearts of countless female students who were sitting in the stands without much thought.

The moment Bikir returned with water dripping from the tip of his chin, numerous water bottles and towels were held out in front of Bikir.

‘Use this handkerchief! Can I get you some water?’

‘brother! My water is cooler! Eat this!’

‘You’re funny, why are you my brother? Are they classmates?’

‘What does it matter? If you’re handsome, you’re my brother!’

Bikir quickly became famous as the star of the Naphtali Games.

The moment he returned to the stand, that brief motion of sweeping his bangs was stuffed on the mana screen and remained as a ‘gif’, which was reproduced continuously on the sports page of the magically created school newspaper.

[Exclusive] What is the identity of the ‘Face Genius’ that appeared in the 1st grade Naphtali match for Cold Weapons Donation!? / Hits: 29872

– Last night in gym class in the afternoon, an unidentified freshman is returning to the bench sweating after the game. This mysterious male student is known to have contributed greatly to the victory of the

class by showing excellent skills in the game and scoring 1 point

. How come a person’s face is like that??

ㅇㅇ (Fever donation 2nd year): ㅋ It’s the first time I’ve heard that a cold bottle donation has a visual like that~

ㅇㅇ (Fever donation 1st year): I don’t think there was anyone like that among our classmates??

ㅇㅇ (Fever Donation 1st year): I didn’t see it at OT?? If you had a face like that

, I would have seduced you no matter what!

ㅇㅇ (cold weapon donation 1st year): Wow, but he is really handsome;;; Who is it? Even though he’s a man, his heart flutters ㅠㅠ

ㅇㅇ (Cold Arms Donation 1st year): He’s the one who jumped up like yesterday… He really looks like that… I was shocked too, so I just stared blankly for a while…

ㅇㅇ (Fever Army Donation 3rd year): Look at his jawline …tangled hair…johnsek… ㅠㅠQㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

(cold donation 3rd grade): Water droplets run along the jawline and cut it… My sister’s heart aches ㅠㅠ ㅇㅇ

(fever donation 4th grader) ): I have to go see it right away tomorrow. I’ll go find it even if my sister goes through all the cold bottle donations!!

ㅇㅇ (3rd grader of fever donation): ㄴAjimeyo…Calm down….I have to graduate…

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It was truly unknown when another student from the newspaper club had passed by and filmed it on the Mana screen.

“Who is Bikir! Where is he!”

“Tudor was warm too… but I came to see Vikir!”

“Bikir, where are you! Noona will love you! Kyaaak!”

“My sister bought 10,000 handkerchiefs to wipe our Bikir’s face!”

Hearing rumors about Bikir, numerous female students and some male students (?) flocked to it, regardless of classmates or seniors, and the reception of the seniors in particular was excellent.

at that time.

“…What kind of situation is this?”

There was a voice that instantly froze the crowds gathered in front of Class B of the Cold Weapons Donation Department.

Professor Morgue Banshee.

When he appears, numerous students who have gathered in front of the classroom are frightened and open the way.

Professor Banshee has given a stern warning to all students, especially the older students.

“I don’t know what the fuss is about, but don’t come to the lower class’ classroom recklessly. It’s a clear violation of school rules.”

The students had no choice but to turn their steps with sullen expressions.

……And there was one person who was relieved by Professor Banshee’s appearance.

It was Bikir in the window seat in the corner of the classroom.

Following Piggy’s advice, Bikir was listening to the lecture with his hood and glasses covering his face.

‘I lived thanks to Professor Banshee. It was unexpected to be published in the newspaper.’

Even the mighty Bikir could not have predicted that this would happen.

Before returning, Bikir’s face was a mess of discolored scars from burns and knife marks from childhood.

Maybe that’s why I realized for the first time that Bikir could get so much attention with her looks.

‘Hahaha, I haven’t had any scars on my face since I returned.’

Even if it was worn, there was no way it would leave a scar because it was all regenerated with the monstrous restorative power stolen from the monster.

‘I’ve never had a conversation with women in my previous life. oh no Saint Dolores She was not afraid even when she saw my face. He was merciful and fair to everyone.’

When Vikir was thinking about this and that in her mind.

“Okay…then let’s check the homework given last time.”

Professor Banshee began his lecture.

He had asked the students to research and write a report about certain types of monsters the other day.

It was the following monster.

< Venompione >

Hazard Level: A

Size: 3m

Location of discovery: East Continent ‘Harsh Desert’ Sand Waterfall Zone

– aka ‘Grim Reaper under the sand’.

A scorpion armed with heavy armor and powerful poison.

The exoskeleton that surrounds the whole body is harder than steel, and it swings its heavy claws to slice or slash its prey to death.

It is said that one drop of the venom that flows from the tip of its tail can kill 44 people.

A large scorpion is seen hanging over the bench.

Venomphion. It is a rare Chungwang monster that lives in the desert of the distant East Continent. Immediately after death, it was stuffed with preservation magic and has now become Professor Banshee’s cherished item.

Professor Banshee’s eyes flashed.

“This scorpion hides under the sand and burrows rapidly to find food, like a shark with its dorsal fin sticking out of the water, with only its tail sticking out of the sand.”

Then, the students who received Professor Banshee’s gaze lowered their heads and averted their eyes as if they had been pointed at by a scorpion’s stinger.

That’s right, because Professor Banshee’s questions have always been tricky to answer.

Furthermore, there is not much known about the monster called Venompion in the academic world, so there is not much information about it in the monster encyclopedia.

Professor Banshee smirked as he looked around at the new students who were already shy and averted their gaze.

“Now. Then, let’s find a brave and wise student who can explain this monster? First, let’s give cold weapons donations a chance. Don’t be too sad about hot weapons donations.”

Then, the students who donated hot weapons laughed, and the students who donated cold weapons became sullen.

Professor Banshee clicked his tongue when there were no applicants.

“Aren’t you so proud of your research results? So, what do you plan to do when you graduate? Graduate school? Get a job? You’re pathetic.”

But still, there is nothing without oneself.

Professor Banshee looked at the Cold Weapons donation students and said in a cold tone.

“If there’s no one, I’ll point it out.”

Then he stretched out his long, thin finger and pointed at someone.

“Hee!”

It was Piggy.

Piggy, who came third in the written test, was an outstanding talent in his own way.

However, even the information that Piggy diligently collected and analyzed did not satisfy Professor Banshee’s last name.

“Eh… Venompion has a black and thick exoskeleton, which is harder than steel. In addition, the large right claw acts as a hammer rather than a pair of scissors, and the venom contained in the stinger at the tip of the tail kills prey. Official records say that it grows up to 3m tall, but some natives testify that whenever there is a major drought, individuals that are longer than 5m often appear…

” It’s commendable that you found and collected it, but that’s all. There’s no new argument. So, what are the research results you put out on your own? Just bringing already existing discussions and reciting them? What’s the difference between that and a parrot’s meaningless brain teasing? ?”

At Professor Banshee’s point, Piggy’s face contorted into tears.

“Let’s deduct 1 point from the attitude score of the entire donation of cold weapons. Now then, shall we look at the donation of hot weapons?”

Indeed, Professor Banshee’s notoriety was not false.

This time, the fever donation students began to notice, trembling like test rats waiting for the syringe.

at that time.

There was a small, white hand rising high among the students.

It was Sinclair.

Professor Banshee said with her eyes narrowed.

“First place in fever donation. You’re second in writing this time.”

“Yes sir.”

“try.”

Professor Banshee said nonchalantly.

Sinclair, on the other hand, woke up with bright eyes full of enthusiasm and soon began to read his research report vigorously.

“Yes! I’m Sinclair from Class 1 A of Fever Donation! I’ll start presenting from now on!”

Sinclair pulled out four sheets of the report. Each piece of paper was filled with handwriting.

“I tried to draw different conclusions by classifying Venompion’s attack or hunting patterns into three categories.”

“Hoo?”

Upon hearing Sinclair’s argument, Professor Banshee gave a slightly intrigued look.

Soon after, Sinclair continued his heated explanation in a serious tone.

“Venomphion is a monster with a reputation for having the worst attack difficulty among monsters living in the desert. Except for some large worm-type monsters like sandworms, it has no natural enemies.”

“It’s a story everyone already knows.”

“Yes. As I said before, I have classified Venompion’s personality into three types by combining the cases in which Venompion has been seen attacking humans or hunting prey.”

Sinclair presented the report.

There, along with numerous graphs, there were contents that divided the monster called Venompion into three types and suggested different strategies for each.

‘Simplely ignorant’: They are far superior to other objects in rushing speed, strength, and endurance, but their intelligence is remarkably low, such as not running away when in danger or not being able to escape when falling into a trap.

※ During subjugation, it is better to siege or bury traps in an ambush rather than face-to-face.

‘Wrong’: Although the skeleton is small and the physical ability is inferior to other individuals, it shows an unpredictable attack pattern, such as protruding from an unexpected place or attempting an inefficient attack using the middle or last leg instead of the claw leg. show.

※ When subjugating, it is advantageous to kill them before approaching them with powerful one-shot firepower or long-range attacks.

‘Cunning’: Not only has a strong body, but also has an excellent intelligence. A state of being intoxicated by selecting only the strengths of ‘simple ignorance’ and ‘wrong’.

※ During a subjugation, only a high-ranking knight or magician’s siege and annihilation battle is the answer.

Sinclair’s argument was completely new, and even the picky Banshee nodded.

“There are not many cases where Venomphion has been sighted, so it can’t be completely classified, but there is some basis. I will officially report this to the academic world and let you know the results.”

The words of recognition that came out of Professor Banshee’s lips were enough to startle all the students.

Sinclair snorted proudly and sat down.

Glancing at a window seat on the outskirts of the classroom with an excited expression, it seemed that he was conscious of someone.

Before long, Professor Banshee looked back at the cold bottle donation.

“The fever donation side came up with a great idea. It’s still only a possibility, but it’s an idea that can contribute to the academic world in its own way. Is there anything on the cold arm donation side?”

No one among the students who donated cold weapons offered an answer.

“Then Bikir from Class B.”

Professor Banshee pointed out Bikir by name.

Since the last incident, he has been pointing out Bikir from time to time and asking questions like this.

With an expression that he doesn’t like it at all.

When Vikir raised his eyes hidden behind his bangs and gave him an annoyed look, Professor Banshee crossed his arms with a fishy smile.

“I’m sure you know about this evil scorpion, of which a lot is shrouded in mystery. Where can I get a report? What have you been researching for the past hour?”

“……It’s just the basics.”

Vikir felt burdened by Professor Banshee’s gaze.

I didn’t want to draw attention from the students anymore, and I had absolutely no time for homework because I had been constantly assassinating outside the academy every night.

So, in this preparation report, Bikir wrote only a few lines of the most basic and common sense.

……That’s what it is.

“Venomphion is a B+ rank monster that can be easily caught if you pay attention to the first stinger on the tail and the second stinger on the belly.”

It was very general and common sense, so I just wrote down what everyone would know.

……but.

The moment Bikir talks about the research topic and conclusion, everyone in the classroom tilts their heads from left to right.

Eventually, Professor Banshee asked again, frowning as if he had heard it for the first time in his life.

“…’Second stinger’? What is that?”