Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 243

Episode 243 National Collegiate League (8)

Volley Bolason, the first-year head of the Varangians.

He declared towards the Colosseum.

The strongest guy here! What is this?

Coincidentally, the area he was in was the area where the first graders of both schools ate, so the target of the provocation was clear.

Also, it was out of shape for the 2nd and 3rd graders of our school to stand up against the 1st graders of other schools, so the 1st graders had no choice but to step out at the Colosseo.

‘good. I can’t come out even after doing this.’

Boli Bollason let out a hot snort and crossed his arms.

I am confident that whoever comes out will win.

That Sancho in front of him was once stronger than he was, but probably not now.

While he was soaked in the peacefulness of the ecliptic and neglected his training, this side trained tirelessly in the harsh northern environment.

I’ve heard that Tudor, who was from Don Quixote, is strong, but it’s only limited to sports where rules and precedents are strict, or friendly matches and other official events.

The experience of such an impromptu street confrontation would be a rarity.

The three Baskerville brothers… To be honest, it was a burden, but I was confident that I wouldn’t lose in a one-on-one fight.

Grenouille? That corrupt guy who knew how to play with poison was not even picked as an opponent in the first place.

And the existence of Sinclair and Bianca is rather the object that makes Bolason’s fighting spirit burn even more fiercely.

‘I’m absolutely not envious of coeducation. never!’

Right now, this hostility did not involve personal feelings such as sadness or envy of the boys’ school at all.

Bollason could be so confident.

……but?

Everyone’s gaze moves to a different place.

At Bolason’s demand to come out, the strongest man, the Colosseo Academy students went through several places and finally fixed their eyes on Sinclair where Tudor was, where Sancho was, where the three brothers of the Baskervilles were, and where Grenouille was. It was neither where he was nor where Bianca was.

Bikir. A male student sitting on one side and quietly eating his meal.

He was immersed in other thoughts, completely indifferent to this side’s affairs.

‘…… Now I have perfectly mastered the 7th set of Baskerville. Ever since I became a sword master, my seventh tooth has grown as big as the sixth tooth. Then, is it time for the eighth tooth of type 8?’

It was a plan to leap beyond the current level of sword master.

”The eighth tooth grows at the threshold of death,’ there was. This means that you have to go through a fierce battle to the point of death.’

If it’s such a mess, Bikir has also been through it. Crossing the death line is relatively confident.

It was clear that the smell of blood that had filled his soul so far would serve as fertilizer when the countless karma and experience points broke through the 8-type wall.

……But Bikir’s thoughts stopped at that point.

It was around that time when Bolason walked up to Vikir and opened his mouth.

“Hey friend. Are you the first year head of Colosseo?”

“?”

Vikir stopped thinking for a moment and looked away.

Then something thick and large was placed in front of it.

…bang!

It was Bolason’s forearm.

Bollason spoke succinctly and briefly.

“How about a bout of arm wrestling? Without mana.”

Even though they are students of a prestigious academy, they cannot fight in the street.

However, to formally apply for a duel, if there is a loss of life ahead of the tournament, there will be a lot of trouble.

So, the strength contest methods favored by Varangian warriors were mainly ‘ssireum’ and ‘arm wrestling’.

If the space is wide and there is a sand board around, if the wrestling space is narrow and the topography is not good, it was the Varangian culture to compete with arm wrestling.

“…”

Bikir looked down with his arms crossed.

There, Bolason’s big hand was provoking him as if to rush at him.

“Why? Were you scared? Because you look pretty.”

“…”

“If you’re scared, you can just say you’re scared. I’m not someone who despises losers.”

“…”

“But I’m sure you’ll be amazed at the level of the Colosseo Academy, where a guy like you is the head. Hahaha-”

Bollason continued provocation.

at that time.

“Stop it.”

An intervening voice was heard.

Dolores, who came down the stairs on the second floor, was looking down at the first graders.

Since Dolores, the saint of Colosseo, is a person respected by the Varangian warriors, Bolason also bows her head respectfully.

Dolores said right off the bat.

“I won’t allow any trouble between schools before the competition. Let’s stop fighting the nerves and go to bed early for the competition…” ”

Wait a minute.”

Then another voice interrupted Dolores.

Jurassio Bakira. The peak of the Varangian.

He was looking up at Dolores with a single smile on his face.

“I think it would be more appropriate to view this as a small incident between hot-blooded newbies rather than a dispute between schools.”

“Bakiraga-san, I know what you want to say, but…” ”

Seriously, how can we get along well with strangers if there’s no fuss like this? There’s a saying that originally, children grow up fighting.”

“If you can’t, then you can’t.”

“Uh-but my juniors are in a state where they want to prove their strength right now. It seems that the Colosseo students are the same.”

At that, Dolores turned her head.

Tudor and Sancho, who heard their friend being insulted in the face, can already be seen getting angry.

You can use the president’s authority to forcefully order him to step down, but that will hurt the hearts of his juniors a lot.

Bakiraga winked at Dolores, who let out a small sigh.

“Rather than that, how about we become observers and observe? I mean arm wrestling. What about it?

Having said this, Dolores had no choice but to nod.

This is because the morale of the Colosseo freshmen before the tournament may die if the game is excluded.

“……If there is any sign of an accident, we will intervene immediately and stop it.”

“Cancer. Before that, I might announce a suspension first. I’m more cautious than I look. When it comes to matters related to the health of my juniors.”

The presidents of the two schools reached an agreement.

Immediately the seat was cleared and a place was prepared.

Bikir and Bolason sat face to face at a round table made of stone.

“Whoops. Your forearm is a little flimsy. I’d believe it if you said it was a noble lady’s arm. I don’t know if I can hold this? I’m afraid it’ll break.”

“…”

Bikir held out his hand with a nonchalant expression.

Soon, the two men’s hands were joined together.

… Back!

The moment they put strength into each other’s hands, Bollason’s expression changed.

“Heotjjwu? Quite……”

“…”

Bikir is still silent.

Then Piggy, the referee, blew the whistle with all his might.

At the same time, Bollason began to shout with fearsome spirit.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The spirited spirit made the glass around them shake.

The men of the Varangians smiled and began cheering for Bolason.

“Ooh oh oh! Go 1st year!”

“Show me how strong you can strangle a bear!”

“Just smash it!”

The cheers of the crowd exploded hotly.

……but.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“…”

“Geo-eo-eo-eo-eo-up!”

“…”

“Kiyo oh oh oh oh!”

“…”

Bollason’s screams were loud from earlier, but nothing changed on the board.

Bikir’s arm and Bolason’s arm are still in place, motionless.

Only the veins on Bollason’s forearms continue to squirm and squirm like snakes thrown onto a fire.

‘Why doesn’t this bastard go over!?’

Bollason continued to squeeze and slam into his forearm.

However, Bikir still stares straight ahead with an expressionless face and does not budge from his seat.

“Heo Eok! Heo! Heo Geuk!”

Bolas was completely blind now. His reddened face was covered in saliva, runny nose and sweat.

Nevertheless, Bikir did not let go of his hand. So the two hands are still firmly fixed in the center of the arm wrestling ring.

“…”

Bikir stared at Bolason, who was sweating in front of him with a red face.

Bollason gritted his teeth when he saw that his hand was still centered, even though it had loosened from exhaustion.

It doesn’t move when you push it, it doesn’t move when you pull it. I can’t let go, so I can’t take my hand off.

Vikir kept his arms fixed in the center and did not move, as if he had no intention of winning in the first place.

In such a situation, Bollason has no choice but to be stunned by the illusion that he is pushing a huge mountain with his hands.

Tudor and Sancho, who were watching the scene, giggled as if they were feeling refreshed.

“I felt the same way when I first played Bikir and Naphtali.”

“That’s right. It was the first time I experienced that guy’s power. It was beyond common sense.”

yet.

At this place where all the attention of Varangian and Colosseo students was focused.

“……I lost.”

Bolason, who struggled for a long time, eventually admitted defeat.

The students of Varangian, who had cheered passionately so far, just stared at each other with a dumbfounded expression.

“What? Bollason lost?”

“I didn’t go over, but why did I lose? Wasn’t it tight?”

“Bollason! You lack of guts! What if I forfeit even though it’s a draw!”

“You couldn’t pass it either, but he couldn’t pass it either! If I held on a little longer, I could have won!”

Then Bolason, being booed, bit his teeth.

‘They don’t know anything!?’

It looks like it ended in a draw, but it’s not.

Bikir didn’t really want to win, so he looked at this side.

And being able to look after him in arm wrestling is…

‘how strong is your strength?’

Bollason’s face went white.

In arm wrestling, it is much harder to keep a draw than to win.

Only the overwhelming difference in power will make it possible to fix the position of the arm in the center according to the opponent’s strength.

When Bollason is breaking out in a cold sweat and lost in thought.

“Get out of the way! I’d rather challenge you!”

“In terms of strength alone, I’m better than Bolason!”

“For arm wrestling only, I’m stronger!”

“Me too! I want to try it too!”

“If I beat that guy here, I’ll certify that I’m stronger than Bollason, right?”

“Do you accept the second year?”

“I’m in the third grade, so I guess that’s a bit like that, right?”

Other Varangian students, angry at Bolason’s absurd declaration of withdrawal, began to flock.

and.

“Get in line.”

Bikir readily agreed to accept the challenge from all of them.

‘……This reminds me of the past.’

As anyone said, it was a small entertainment.