CH 34

Recruitment (7)

The previous 60 battles.

Watching the countless applicants drop out, Lucas unknowingly swallowed dry saliva.

gulp.

'Can I face that monster?'

I felt it from the moment I first saw Roman.

monster.

There was no other way to express it other than those words.

Just by looking at it, my heart was under pressure, and cold sweat was forming on my forehead.

Although there was no hyperhidrosis, the palms were wet with sweat.

Lucas, who was aware of Roman's dangers from the beginning, did not smile as cheerfully as the other applicants when Roman referred to the 120th match.

forefront.

In the realm of life-and-death, where even the slightest carelessness could lead to death, Lucas' sensitive senses always saved his life.

It was the same this time.

Instinct told me that the opponent was a monster that he couldn't handle, and based on past experience, it was best to avoid a situation like this one.

A battle in which defeat is evident.

messed it up

If he passed the exam, he had to work for only 8 silver, but he couldn't afford to turn away.

'It's the first time in my life that I feel this way. I have witnessed Rankers while moving around the battlefield, but there is no one who has put such pressure on me purely with the atmosphere, apart from the overwhelming force. Roman Dmitry is completely different from what I remember. As he said, he is not a person who will rot on the outskirts, but it is clear that one day he will spread his wings and spread out to the continent.'

Lucas.

B-class mercenary.

People say he's gotten to a great position, but Lucas knew he wasn't that great.

Grade B is the limit of effort.

If ordinary ordinary people risk their lives and work hard, they can get B-class qualifications, but unless they use mana, they are not allowed in the A-class realm.

From A-class, it is impossible to overcome it with mere battlefield experience.

There must be a strong force to overwhelm others, and the basic condition for that was the flowering of mana.

blast furnace.

Lucas has reached the limit.

As he passed the risk of dying this time, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he had now reached the limit.

to Dmitry.

It was a desperate choice.

Lucas was at a crossroads of choice, and while he was longing for a break, he saw an article that Roman was recruiting enlisted men.

' said Roman. If you follow me, I will let you live your life as a predator. I can't rationally understand why I gave up on the comfortable life of a B-class mercenary and followed Roman, but for now, I want to believe what Roman says. only one year. Let's check whether Roman's words are true or not after one year. So.'

wow.

clenched his fist

He went up to the stage, looked at Roman, and grabbed the sword he had prepared separately.

'For now, passing the exam is the first priority.'

start.

widely.

Start signal dropped.

At the same time.

Lucas kicked the ground.

battles in the past.

Except for the first turn, no one made any advances.

Watching the giant man go out without a hitch, everyone thought it was a very risky choice.

It was natural.

This Dalian.

It's not a win, it's a fight that lasts for one minute.

But, rushing to the front with the intent to strike first was no different from sticking out the head of the opponent's sword.

However.

Lucas had a different idea.

'The moment I delay even a little, I can't stand Roman's attack. In order for me to survive the one-minute time period, I must take the initiative in the attack. That's the only way to win this fight.'

It was an instinctive decision.

if you have made a decision.

Execution was drastic.

Hesitation on the battlefield was directly linked to death, and Lucas aimed at Roman's head and heart at the same time without hesitation.

hook!

Lucas' weapon was unique.

A slightly shorter sword was used in his right hand, and a dagger was held in the other left hand.

Both were made of wood.

Roman offered a different type of wooden weapon at the request of the volunteer, and he was not the first to have a case like Lucas.

but.

The style of attack was unique.

Roman's head and heart.

While cutting off his head with his sword, he pierced his heart with his dagger.

swish.

percussion!

Roman's movements were simple.

While avoiding the distance of the dagger by taking a step back, he slashed the opponent's sword with the wooden sword he was holding.

Then Lucas quickly clinged to it.

While changing the direction of the sword, he swung it as if he was going to cut off his neck, and threw the dagger in his other hand towards Roman's mite.

It was anomalous.

There was never a single ranged attack, but Roman swung his sword this time to block all attacks.

'Also.'

It was a scene of admiration.

Normally, cracks would be exposed if you drove without a break, but Roman was like a strong iron fortress.

I was out of breath.

I wanted to step back in case of an opponent's attack, but I couldn't right now.

'Anyway, my opponent has no intention of killing me. Even if I give up my flesh, I must not sacrifice the opportunity for the opponent to take the initiative to attack. Only 40 seconds. You just have to hold on until then, and after that, you just have to buy some time.'

tap.

ran faster.

Pulling out one more dagger that had been hung from his waist, he pushed the opponent back with a two-way attack.

Moment.

eating.

Roman laughed.

'It's pretty good.'

it was pretty good

An attack that ignores life is not a good choice on the battlefield, but Lucas seemed to have made a judgment worthy of the match.

A man with an instinctive sense.

These sorts were very useful on the battlefield.

Perhaps Lucas would pass the test with a high probability, but he didn't intend to let him hold out for a minute.

1 minute.

It was a wall.

How great is the master who will follow him in the future.

By making a sure imprint on the first meeting, Roman sought to gain the blind trust of the applicants.

'Let's finish this.'

hook!

tap.

It was an instant.

After letting the opponent's attack flow, Roman's combo attack broke Lucas' defense.

Two-handed weapons could not be used.

With Lucas' face stained with astonishment, people thought the game was over.

That was then.

Lucas evaded the attack by throwing himself to the ground, and before he knew it, he sprinkled the prepared sand on Roman's face.

Wrath!

that's.

It was an obvious foul.

this fight.

There were no special rules.

Roman only told him to hold on for a minute, and Lucas did everything he could.

'This is a win-lose battle. I have to do everything I can to win this fight.'

Roman attack.

Avoiding it was a lucky decision.

Considering the length of the opponent's weapon, he flew to the ground first, and fortunately was able to dodge the attack with only a short interval of time.

After that, he immediately sprinkled the sand he had brought in his pocket.

I thought that I could never win under the same conditions, so I thought I would temporarily obstruct Roman's view.

Wrath!

Park.

hit the sand

As soon as he rolled on the floor, Lucas jumped up from the hazy dust and ran like a bull.

counterattack.

From now on, it was time to seize the momentum.

By the way.

Lucas, who was about to reach Roman's nose and wield his sword, looked up at him and his face became pale.

Ugh?!

Roman.

He was looking at Lucas.

The brain was intricately entangled.

Lucas, thinking that Roman might have avoided the sand, was speechless the moment he saw the sand in Roman's eyes.

Roman was hit by the sand.

The anomalous operation worked out successfully, but Roman did not close his eyes despite the stinging impact of hitting his eyes and looked at the opponent clearly.

red-hot eyes.

Roman, who should have closed his eyes and complained of pain in common sense, waited for Lucas to rush to him.

That moment.

widely.

" It is surrender."

Lucas threw away his sword.

Raising both hands, he announced that he had no intention of fighting any more.

quick abandonment.

It was also his experience on the battlefield.

Lucas' operation.

Roman knew.

Even though he made sure his pockets were in his pocket, Roman wanted to show his opponent what he was capable of.

And.

hit the sand

Despite the stinging shock, he looked straight at Lucas without closing his eyes.

'Don't take your eyes off your opponent. These are the teachings I learned from the bottom of the magic class to the point where my bones hurt.'

remembered the past

magic.

Before teaching martial arts in earnest there, the first thing to train was to not close your eyes.

After all, uninhabited people are people.

Death by a blind sword is the same, so the instructor, who was like a demon, told me not to close my eyes under any circumstances.

A single blink can cost a life in the exchange of workshops.

As if there was a sequence of exhaling breaths as they cycled through the inner hole, even the blinking of the eyes was performed under meticulous calculations.

The magician's method was cruel.

It was basic to sprinkle sand on the eyes, and there was also a way to pierce the dagger right in front of the eyes.

And.

Sometimes accidents have occurred.

A trainee with a dagger in his eye screamed and knelt on the floor, and blood dripped from his face with his head down.

Even so, the people who were being educated did not turn their attention.

Blood and screams were just like everyday life in the world of weak and strong eating, and knowing that the cost of the trainee's slight cringing was directly related to the accident, he clenched his teeth and struggled not to move.

Heaven was made that way.

The prenatal experience that Lucas experienced?

I don't know how much blood he saw, but I can assure you, the blood that Baek Joong-hyeok witnessed did not overflow and made the ocean.

widely.

" It is surrender."

Lucas surrendered the white flag.

He threw away his sword and declared that he had no intention of fighting.

The test is over.

But Lucas and the other volunteers watching thought that Lucas would be punished.

'If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have used sand.'

Lucas' plan was different.

I tried to get the result of 'pass' based on the result of holding on for one minute regardless of any means or method.

But it surrendered.

I knew how ugly this was.

The class, sometimes called warriors, did not speak of surrender, even if their necks were blown away.

Unlike him.

Lucas was a realist.

Thinking that his plan had completely failed, he was momentarily overwhelmed by his opponent and said surrender.

'You must have disappointed me. No, I probably didn't even expect it in the first place.'

I swallowed my saliva.

awaited punishment.

You might be angry with yourself.

Or, he might say that he was eliminated in front of everyone.

Lucas thought that his greed had ruined the situation, but he would have made the same decision if he could turn back time.

He was such a person.

The front line in blood.

In order to survive in such a place, I lived unaware of shame.

By the way.

next.

Moment.

Lucas looked up at Roman in bewilderment.

Roman didn't get angry, but he didn't even ask why he committed the foul.

say next.

It meant acquiescence.

Your choice was not wrong, and I expressed in one word that there was no reason to reproach.

A B-class mercenary who has experienced everything before and after birth.

Even Lucas like that.

He couldn't hide his bewildered expression for now.