Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 136

Episode 136 Skill Test (4)

“… Huh?”

Tudor suddenly came to his senses.

did you sleep? Did you sleep for a while?

no. It can’t be. In the first place, is there any way to get sleepy during the game while sweating?

In the midst of time that seemed to flow slowly, Tudor recalled the situation right before his memories were momentarily interrupted.

‘Obviously caught the ball, dodged the Baskerville triplets, broke Hivero’s pursuit of them, ran forward, stamped out defenders in the way, and…’ And

?

I don’t remember what happened next.

I must have found the goal post and tried to throw the ball, but ended up throwing it… Why didn’t it stop?

Thoughts follow thoughts.

……!

And the moment that momentary thought was broken, Tudor suddenly came to his senses.

‘What am I doing?’

Only then will the sight be restored.

In an instant, the blackened vision returned to normal.

Training ground with green grass Goalpost soaring high in the blue sky Enemies and allies with surprised faces looking at themselves.

Up to this point, the scenery is the same as the scenery I saw right before my memory faded.

The only difference… is that they’re all turned upside down?

“Eh?”

Tudor was then able to come to his senses.

He was now stuck in the corner of the field. And that too in a ridiculous pose turned upside down.

“Huh!?”

Tudor jumped up looking down at the dirt and grass on his body.

And in front of him was Bikir, who was standing with a calm expression.

Tudor finally regained all his memories.

‘right. Right before I scored a goal, I sneakily gave this guy a shoulder bun…’

A guy who only studied well but looked very corrupt.

So, I had a mischievous idea to tease her for a while.

However, the moment he approached him and put on the shoulder strap, Tudor was shocked as if he had hit a huge mountain.

As it bounced off and rolled on the floor, not only did the full body spear stretch out in a ridiculous posture, but it also fainted for a very short time.

For some reason, the culprit who had been hit with a shoulder strap was just standing in the spot where he was originally standing.

The moment Tudor got up from his seat and was about to say something to Vikir.

“A half goal!”

A shout was heard by the referee.

Tudor looked up in surprise and saw a ball rolling under Class B’s goal.

When Tudor collided with Bikir, the ball floated upward and accidentally scored.

It was a lucky goal, like catching a mouse while stepping behind a cow.

However, there was no particular cheer among the spectators who were watching.

Even above Tudor’s head who scored the ? The sign just floats.

‘what? Why did I fall?’

Tudor continued to look bewildered.

Even if I score a goal, I don’t feel any sense of accomplishment.

It was just an absurd goal in the process of falling out.

The only question is, why did it fall?

Tudor had never been in a situation like this while doing Naphtali.

Even with his 17-year-old physical ability, he overpowered the knights in his family, and his talent was particularly prominent in the sport of Naphtali.

Naphtali is an all-around player with nothing missing, such as jumping, running, dashing, passing, and fighting.

Holder Kicker Punter Returner Running Back Fullback Quarterback Receiver Tackler Guard Center Linebacker Shaper All-rounder who can play any position.

The strongest output of the Don Quixote family, which is said to be unrivaled among peers.

That was Don Quixote Tudor.

But that study bug, Mr. Bisil, in front of me put a shoulder bread on his shoulder bread first and got hit and fell backwards?

‘no. It can’t be! No matter how much I didn’t spend mana, that’s impossible!’

Tudor shook his head.

If Bikir had been a skilled lineman and blocked his charge, he would not have allowed the goal to go in in the first place.

‘Something went wrong earlier. Let’s do it right again!’

Tudor corrected his posture and returned to his camp.

Before long, the goalkeeper from Class B kicked the ball.

Like Naphtali’s genius, Tudor caught the ball again.

It was a phenomenal ball possession indeed.

“Where to stop it!”

Tudor grabbed the ball and ran at full speed.

together?

For some reason, the triplets from the Baskervilles, who had been blocking them with lights on until recently, are nowhere to be seen.

“……?”

Wanting something, I looked up and saw the back of the stadium.

The triplets of the Baskervilles stood in the way of Vikir.

Like an escort.

‘what? Why don’t they keep the line that says to keep it.’

Could it be that you backed away because you didn’t have the confidence to face each other?

no it can’t be

Tudor, the eldest son of Don Quixote, has heard rumors about the Baskerville family’s triplets.

Bad boys of the same age who are strong and even cunning.

They are not the ones to give up just because they were pushed out once.

Tudor ran straight to them.

Papa papapat!

When it came to Naphtali, Tudor, who was almost a professional player, pushed the triplets of the Baskervilles aside this time and dug deep in front of the B-class goalposts.

“Like a mudfish.”

At Hive, Baskerville follows Tudor closely.

…Puff!

Hive’s muscles and bones, which had become tough and hardened by the blessing of the River Styx, collided with Tudor’s.

However, it may not have been if it was Mutu, but in Naphtali, Tudor was definitely one step higher.

“This is not a martial art, my friend.”

With a flowing motion, Tudor pierced the empty space under Hivero’s flank and sprinted backwards.

Before you know it, you can see the goalpost right in front of you.

but.

This time, the goal was not a goal, but Bikir standing at the back.

Tudor was confident even without mana.

The power to explode in the palm of the hand by pulling up from the soles of the lower and upper body through rigorous training through the calf and waist!

Tudor’s arm flew in like a giant spear and rushed in as if to shatter the target in front of him.

‘There will be no coincidences this time! Take it somewhere!’

and.

…puck!

Again, that was Tudor’s last thought.

* * *

Meanwhile. Bikir clicked his tongue as he saw Tudor crashing into him and knocking him out.

‘Why does he keep coming this way?’

If the other party is falling, it is impossible not to fall for this side due to the atmosphere.

Bikir sat down on his seat with a troubled look on his face.

but.

This time, it must have been a fairly hard bump, but Tudor was completely motionless.

It looks like he’ll be stunned a little longer than before.

Dorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrled.

The ball rolled and landed at Bikir’s feet.

Awkward-

Bikir stared at the ball rolling on the floor.

But surprisingly, no one came to pick up the ball.

Because of Tudor’s unrivaled performance, all of his friends and enemies were distant.

OK. A tremendous cheering sound came from the crowd in Class B.

“Who is he! He’s class B!?”

“Tudor is on his own! Now is your chance!”

“But why did Tudor fall?”

“I don’t know! Is that important right now!? I’m going to lose to class A like this!”

“Run! Game time is running out!”

“But who is he?”

“I don’t know! First of all, since we’re in our class, cheer for us!”

Right before losing 1:0, everyone in Class B started cheering for Bikir.

Bikir let out a small sigh.

I don’t want to stand out, but in a crisis situation that is attracting attention like this, if I do nothing, I will rather stand out more.

Reluctantly, Bikir reached out and caught the ball.

‘What is it?’

But it was a pretty dire situation.

All of my allies around me were either pierced by Tudor and were rolling on the floor or at a distance.

All over the place, there was only class A running towards this direction.

Will you lose the ball like this? Otherwise, there was a risk of being stigmatized as a traitor and attracting attention throughout the new semester.

That said, rushing with the ball and scoring goals and becoming a star was also something to be avoided.

Eventually, Bikir reached a compromise of his own.

Suk-

Bikir picked up the ball and pulled his arm back.

A few seconds before the end of the game. The class B students who were cheering for them muttered with sullen expressions.

“Oh, five seconds before the end of the game. It’s over.”

“To lose to class A from the beginning of the semester.”

“……Huh? Look at him. What is the kid who caught the ball trying to do?”

“Then what are you doing? I have 3 seconds left.”

Everyone gave up.

The A class linemen who had been running were slowly slowing down, knowing that the game was over.

at that time.

Booung-

Bikir’s arm moved.

throwing.

the ball flies high up in the sky.

But what is the meaning of the ball flying at this point with one second left before the end of the game?

The students who were watching the sports game packed their bags one by one and rose from the cheering seats as if they had no expectations whatsoever.

Only a few students who are particularly attached to victory chase the trajectory of the ball with a look of regret.

……but?

The ball flies a bit far.

a bit far away The ball

continued to rise

even though it had passed the distance that, according to common sense, it should have stopped.

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-

And now it started to fall down, drawing a gentle parabola.

“……uh?”

“Huh!?”

Regardless of Class A and Class B, everyone’s eyes wide open.

Time has passed and the game is over.

However, the ball that stays in the air continues to stretch forward without paying attention to the end of the game.

and.

Tae-Aeng-

The ball hit one of the pillars of the iron Y-shaped goal post and ended up going inside.

and.

…

the center of the field immersed in static.

All of the class A and B students in the cheering seats and on the field were at a loss for words.

The professor who was in charge of refereeing the game in Naphtali dropped the whistle from his mouth and muttered blankly.

“……buzzer beater.”