Chapter 217

King of blunts (5)

– ‘Why not surrender?’

Dyke Elpelan’s body didn’t move anymore.

Seeing the dark-haired boy lying on the cold floor of the dungeon, Beros, the former student council president, who was no longer graduating, put down his sword.

It is a memory of when I was just in my second year, when I was caught in a fight with the famous 3rd year swordsman Beros.

It was the time when I was able to follow the progress of the class properly after I had spent my first year in pitch black and finally became a sophomore.

Even if it was an ordinary student, it would not be strange even if he was rushed over due to overwork, but he is still unable to serve even one person.

There is no way that one of these blunts can defeat the student council president, Beros.

Even though he was well aware of that fact, Dyke, covered in blood and sweat, pushed the floor with his fists and tried to get up.

There was a crackling sound and teeth grinding. Blood is dripping from his forehead, and Dyke’s eyes are shining through them. The breath you exhale is more of an animal than a human.

– ‘Are you ashamed of defeat?’

When he put down his sword, Beros had already sensed it. Dyke can’t move any more.

– ‘You don’t have to be ashamed. All the students watching here know how brilliant your efforts are. No one will criticize you.’

– ‘Beros-senpai, do you fight because you are afraid of being criticized?’

– ‘What... ?’

However, contrary to what Beros had expected, Dyke somehow got up again.

– ‘If you don’t settle for unsuccessful efforts... That person is just there.’

At the time of this duel, Dyke’s duel record was 2 wins and 89 losses.

Despite repeated defeats, Dyke Elpelan never took defeat for granted.

Even in a situation where defeat is inevitable, they just push forward with all their might.

– ‘Why didn’t you surrender?’

In response to Dyke’s reply, Beros widened his eyes and was surprised... Then he groaned and laughed.

For this man, it is the utmost politeness to face him with all his might. Accepting that fact, he picked up his sword again.

As a matter of course, Dyke loses his mind and is defeated by Veros’s next sword attack.

*“That person is Master Ed... !”

“Yes... ”

Ed Roth-Taylor, who left the waiting room and headed towards the center of the dungeon, had a very different impression from what the Palerovers had imagined.

A blond man with his shirt arms rolled up while taking off his school uniform coat. The impression was sharper than I had imagined.

A little bit of life-style fine muscles are attached to the rolled up forearm. There were a lot of places on the body where there were a lot of recent injuries, and there were many parts with bandages wrapped around them.

Overall, I had a strong feeling that he was a smart and lively man, but there was hardly any feeling of being a master of an aristocratic family.

Unlike Dyke, who came with only one knuckle, Ed felt like he had come with all kinds of combat equipment. A staff was attached to her back, and a bow was tied to the waist below it. A dagger was tied to the thigh dance, and he had also brought magic equipment.

The duel at the Sylvania Academy is oriented towards actual combat as much as possible. It was said that the key was to achieve victory by mobilizing all means and magical knowledge.

Unless it’s a cowardice trick or a cowardly foul, any result of one’s knowledge and skills will be recognized as a means of duel. The fact that the students of the Alchemy Department could come out with reagents and tech supplies was an extension of that policy.

Ed Roth-Taylor takes all those rules to the limit.

I do not hang on to things like pride, pride, or pretentiousness. Such a tendency was evident.

Cheers erupted from the audience. Even though it was quite a large dungeon, it was full of people, and there were more people standing there.

It is a battle that cannot be easily seen by outside spectators.

Sylvania’s seniors in each grade are, in fact, the best talents responsible for the future of this Sylvania Academy. The battle between them is a sight that is like gathering the essence of the Sylvania Academy.

Those who have a longing for the Sylvania Academy will never miss a match.

First Year Principal, Wade Callamore.

2nd year Principal, Lucy Merrill.

Senior 3rd grader, Ed Rothtailer.

The person who sits shoulder to shoulder with such people and sits in the 4th grade senior seat. Dyke Elpelan.

His appearance in the dungeon is in stark contrast to Ed Roth Taylor.

Contrary to Ed’s sharp-looking impression, Dyke looks like a human weapon.

Ed Roth Taylor was not on the small side, but Dyke had a body on a completely different level than that of Ed.

The moment the two of them faced each other far away from me, the cheers rose as if they were piercing the sky.

But that was only for a while.

– quiver

The outer door of the dagger opened, and an old man escorted by his servants entered. Behind him was a girl with a sharp impression.

A dignified appearance with luxurious impression attire. I could feel the tremendous spirit that overwhelms the audience just by entering.

Emperor Chloel, a rare holy army who achieved the peace and quiet of this Chloel Empire. His appearance alone left silence in the audience.

No one told me to be quiet. There is an energy that overwhelms the crowd just by being there.

When the face of Princess Selaha following her was also clearly revealed, the public instinctively realized that they had to remain silent.

The top that leads this empire is here. to watch the duel.

The guards separated the audience, and Emperor Chloel, who came in through the middle, sat down at the table prepared in advance. Next to her, Princess Selaha also sat down and chatted with the emperor.

No one could speak recklessly.

*“Is there any beer?”

“After Dalian is over, you have to go back to the academic headquarters and work... This isn’t the time to drink... ”

Claire, who had threatened Professor Kaleid, sighed deeply.

It was a long-awaited senior Dalian, so I went out to watch, but the fact that I had to stand and watch because there were no seats is painful.

However, as the head assistant Annis was also serving as the student council member, he had less time to spare, but this gent, who is now the advisor, does not show any signs of working properly.

Because he had gone through all the hardships under him, the courtesy to his superiors could no longer be found.

Professor Glast had at least something of a reverence when he was his supervisor, but he doesn’t even have the least respect for this old war hero who leans against a wall and blows his nose from his nose.

Lately, I have just had a small wish that I just want a little shave.

Professor Kaleid, who was staring at the dungeon with his sullen eyes, smirked as he saw the grain of magical power flowing through Ed’s body.

“I’m not out of my mind, but that guy is pretty crazy too. Were you beaten up by Lucy Meryl?”

“yes? who is it Ed student?”

“The number of bandages on your body has increased significantly. The magical energy that flows through the body has also grown stronger. It is not something that can be achieved in a short period of time.”

Dyke is really hopelessly talented at magic. However, by training to the extreme, he was trained to at least resist the enemy’s magic.

Magical sensitivity and efficiency are not even at the level of a wizard who has just learned basic magic. Nevertheless, Dyke forcibly drew out the magic of his entire body, gathered it at the tip of his toes and hit the floor.

– Kwaang!

‘Handma’s Step’.

It is a magic that shatters the enemy’s magic by receiving it with magic. However, the magic efficiency is completely messed up, and basically, Dyke can hardly handle magic... so the practicality is too low.

However, Dyke has been forced to use this impractical magic in practice. Because this is the only method he can use to counter magic.

Cold sweat spurted out of his body, but somehow managed to shatter Mug’s flame pillars.

But only once. If you have to do this all in one light jab, you will inevitably lose.

So, you have to go fast.

Once again, Dyke Elpelan raises the guard and takes a deep breath.

Whoop-

ha-

Make up your mind, hold your breath undisturbed, kick your legs as it is, and charge Ed Roth-Taylor.

If a beast with the size of an elephant is as nimble as a wildcat, would it feel like this?

The movement that makes even the students of the same combat team stick out their tongue, convinces them that they cannot cope with the same warrior.

It’s fast, but it’s powerful. If you allow even one fist to go to the underworld.

As it is, Dyke’s movement, which quickly narrowed the distance to Ed’s front, didn’t have any useless miscellaneous skills.

A life that has been trained to optimal efficiency throughout his life is revealed as it is. The amount of combat knowledge acquired through acquisition cannot be obtained through natural sense alone.

What I was able to achieve as the king of dunjae is the ‘sensation of the body’ that can be embodied after endless repetition.

It was also thanks to the embodied sense that he was able to deflect the first lieutenant water spirit ‘Laysia’, which suddenly rose from under his feet, with a single kick.

– Kwaang!

My feet go out first than I thought.

[Kaah! ]

The lioness, Laysia, disappeared as it was because her manifestation was released. Only then did Dyke realize. Ed Roth Taylor used the ‘Appearance of Suwon’ magic to set a trap in case Dyke narrowed the distance.

However, Dyke coped with only his reflexes. Even without realizing the existence of such a trap.

However, the broken posture is unavoidable. Ed Roth-Taylor, who had turned his body one turn, held a dagger held in reverse in his left hand.

– Kaang!

Dyke received the dagger with his knuckle, but another magic began to manifest from the dagger.

Spirituality – Explosiveness.

A dagger engraved with a law that causes another explosion by itself.

This time, it is a position that is determined and cannot be guarded. Ed Roth Taylor was also involved in the sudden explosion that spreads out as it is, but because of the ‘blessing of happiness’ that appeared, he was able to be safe from the explosion.

“this guy... look... ”

– Aww!!!

With the sound of Dyke’s disappointing laughter, another explosion went off.

Dyke has withstood even high-level explosive magic. You won’t lose your mind instantly with an explosion like this.

However, it was an explosion that occurred by surprise in a position that could not be guarded.

Even if you can’t knock it down, at least you’ll be able to increase the distance again.

Contrary to the expectations of such Ed Roth Taylor, Dyke’s face, standing upright in the smoke of the explosion, was revealed in front of him.

The gurgling sound makes you feel as if you are facing a giant brown bear right in front of you.

Did you dissipate your magic power in that brief moment? not.

Did you train yourself to resist explosions like Ed Roth Taylor did? not.

Was the power of the Spirit Ceremony even reduced due to external factors? not.

Dyke Elpelan just endured.

With his spirit and willpower, he just accepted it.

“I’m not crazy... ”

“I’ll say it, Ed Rothtailer.”

Dyke, who had lost half of his strength, slapped him as if pushing a dagger with his knuckles.

There was no help, and there was no preparatory action to raise the axis of power. With a simple push, Ed Rothtailer’s body was pushed back significantly.

– Wow!!

Ed clenched his teeth and rolled a few times on the floor, then finally got up and switched back to fighting stance.

The moment the next additional blow is about to come in, the fire magic of the mug begins to surround the dungeon once again.

Dyke Elpelan has little ability to counter magic. Most of them either clench their teeth and endure with willpower, or express their anti-magical powers that are hopelessly ineffective.

not good fit That awareness was there.

Nevertheless, Dyke Elpelan’s approach is always straight forward.

Dyke, who leapt as it was, grabbed the collar of the fire bat mug that was floating in the air.

[ Kaak! Kaak! ]

No matter how much it is called a bat, it is a beast bigger than a human’s torso.

Nevertheless, after holding the mug and smashing it on the floor, Dyke sat on top of it... Ignoring the blood dripping from the wound, he took the mug down as it was.

It is reverse-summoned as it is, turns into magical power, and disappears. In this way, the mug was completely incapacitated.

Ed Roth-Taylor wrinkled his brow, and returned to the pose.

Dyke Elpelan... Raise the guard again.

And take a deep breath.

Whoop-

ha-

I was caught up in explosions several times, and I was thrown on the floor, and blood was dripping from my scalp at some point... don’t care Even that breathing, repeated over and over again, is not disturbed.

It makes those who are dealing with it feel as if they are punching a stone wall with their fists. With a sense of intimidation emanating from that far-off difference in weight, he tries to crush his opponent.

With Dyke who is about to leap again... Ed took out the ‘Thousand-year-old wooden staff struck by lightning’.

It is not an opponent to be dealt with.

The fact is... I knew it right from the start.