Academy’s Genius Swordmaster Chapter 162

162. Festival of the Sword (5)

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There were no more abstentions. The confrontation structure collapsed one by one and a melee began.

“Fight more!”

“You ugly bastards! Do you think that the sacred sword festival is a place for plunder?”

“It’s noisy! “You look good on that polearm!”

People rushed towards each other. Those who were a little smarter or weaker fought with their backs to the wall while those who were stronger or dumber jumped straight into the middle and swung their spears. Shouts and screams and the sound of metal clashing were echoing everywhere. A variety of swords were flying through the air of the arena. The occasional spray of blood cooled the heated air.

‘Maybe it’s because it’s the first test but most people are half-hearted.’

The severed wrist was falling to the floor. It was unclear whether he had made a mistake while aiming for a weapon or had originally aimed for the wrist. Ronan watched them stroking his chin.

Perhaps because of his reputation for defeating the Winter Witch no one attacked him. Casualties were pouring in all over the place but unlike Schlieffen he did not feel the need to save anyone.

‘I came here because they wanted me to so why? It’s good for me if the numbers decrease.’

The people who remained were all driven by desire. There was no superiority or inferiority in the desire that took priority over life. It was his choice to fight to covet someone else’s weapon or to become the master of the holy sword.

In fact the woman who tried to plunge her knife into the young man’s back was not wrong. It would have been difficult if the subject who came to wield her sword did not have that level of determination. Suddenly a question crossed Ronan’s mind. he said looking down at her girl.

“But you’re not running away?”

“Why am I running away?”

“What if I break your sword? “Just looking at it it seems like there’s only one.”

“That won’t happen. You can tell that much at a glance. “You are good.”

“her.”

Ronan laughed. It seemed quite ridiculous. Even though it was embarrassing I felt like I had to show this young pervert an example. It was the moment when he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. A loud voice echoed from not far away.

“Hahaha! “Miss come here!”

“what?”

The two people turned their heads. A guy who was collecting skulls or something was rushing towards the girl with fierce force. The two hatchets held in both hands were emitting an eerie light.

‘It’s pretty good.’

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. Judging from his level of mana he was quite capable. The well-ground cutting blades were drenched in blood as if they had already killed several people. The girl who made eye contact with him bit her tongue in disgust.

“Ugh. “It’s also ugly.”

“I treat you with respect because you are a young lady so go and listen to what I have to say.”

“Are you crazy? “Are you the type of person who thinks that even if you look ugly it’s okay if you’re good on the inside?”

“It depends.”

Ronan shook his head. Even though the gap between her and her was rapidly closing the girl did not show even a single sign of nervousness. She was wasting her precious time preaching her own ugly appearance-supremacist doctrines when she could have been preparing to run or fight.

“Of course that doesn’t mean what’s on the inside isn’t important. If you want to serve a lady like me of course you have to have a kind heart. But the first thing no matter what anyone says is the face. “It’s even better if you have long legs and firm buttocks like you or your friend…”

“For the first time in a while I will have to wet my ax with young blood!”

“Ah. “It’s noisy.”

The Skeleton Hunter roared again. The girl let out a sigh and placed her hands behind her back. Grabbing the hilt of her sword that was sticking out through her hair she pulled and with a steely grunting sound an elongated longsword was pulled out. Ronan’s eyes widened at the completely unexpected sight.

“that…!”

“It’s quite useful.”

The girl who swung her sword around to see if it was okay smiled triumphantly. Ronan who had been dumbfounded opened her mouth in a trembling voice.

“…Isn’t it too old?”

It was definitely a good looking sword. About five hundred years ago.

The condition of the longsword was truly miserable. Not only was the day out it was rusty like autumn leaves. Did you pick it up from a dump somewhere? The girl seeing Ronan’s expression firmly shook her head.

“You don’t know what. “What matters is the person wielding the sword not the sword.”

“That’s what I like too.”

“it’s okay. “Look carefully.”

With those words the girl ran away. Ronan’s eyes widened. Her movements were so light that it was hard to believe she was human. The Skull Collector’s face twisted in confusion.

“What?!”

Indeed the skull collector was a skilled person. He was entitled to hear those words simply because he had sensed the girl’s movements with his eyes. Suddenly Ronan remembered that she was the only one in the crowd who noticed her own sharp sword.

She said ‘Was she really talented?’

fault! The girl jumped from her spot reaching right in front of her man in an instant. It looked like a rabbit made of wind leaping. Her frightened man hurriedly crossed her axes and took a defensive stance.

“Wow!! “Go away!”

“bye.”

The girl’s body rotated in the air. Her abundant white hair wrapped around her. The sword’s rotation around her body was so perfect that it could not be defeated by her savior’s swordsmanship. Ronan cheered clenching her fists without realizing it.

Yes actually that sword is only as thick as it looks but it might be a truly famous sword! It was the moment when the blade gently cutting through the wind touched the axe. Kajangchang! The girl’s longsword shattered as if it were glass.

“Oh.”

“Huh…huh?”

Patter. The knife fragments divided into hundreds fell to the floor. The girl followed and landed. She stared blankly at the hilt of her sword held in her own hand. The Skeleton Collector barely came to her senses and raised her ax in rage.

“Is this damn kid kidding me! “Get lost!”

“ah.”

The ax was struck vertically. The girl turned around late but the blade of her ax had already reached the top of her head. It was the moment when she closed her eyes in resignation. Suddenly! Her man’s head separated from her body around her neck.

“…ah?”

The skull collector’s mouth opened. However no voice came out. Ronan who had jumped forward in a month kicked him in the side. bang! Her headless body bounced around violently.

His head which rose high fell into the cauldron in a parabolic curve. with a plop! His head sank into the boiling molten iron and did not rise again. Ronan who landed lightly looked down at the girl and said.

“What’s wrong with someone wielding a yamma?”

“I believed in your goodness.”

The girl casually brushed her hair. There was no sign of fear or reflection on her. Ronan sighed as if he was amazed by her.

“scent. This really isn’t going to work. “I don’t have a weapon anymore so what can I do?”

“Kaaaaaa! “Die!”

He was about to say something. Suddenly fifteen participants from all directions shouted at the same time and rushed at Ronan. Ronan embarrassed pulled the girl towards him.

“What the fuck is happening all of a sudden?”

“I’m suffocating.”

The girl strangled by her collar squeaked. There was something strange about her. Even the guys who had been fighting with her just now turned their backs and were running towards her. The eyes of the participants who rushed forward with their weapons raised were all unfocused.

‘It’s a bit intentional.’

Ronan’s eyes shone fiercely. No matter how much of a melee battle took up mental strength it was strange for guys who were good at fighting to do this without any warning.

‘This…’

He soon noticed a suspicious current of mana moving around the arena. The reddish current was flowing among the participants like a stream.

It was not the type of mana found in nature. At that time a man crouching in a corner terrified inhaled suspicious mana. Exactly three seconds had passed.

“Kaaaa!”

The man got up from his seat and rushed at Ronan. His eyes were also unfocused and shaking like everyone else’s. Eventually Ronan reached a conclusion and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

‘Auror. Or the weapon’s effect. But why me?’

It seemed clear that one of the participants had abilities. And the fact that he is targeting him. However the arena was so chaotic that the caster could not be found. Ronan who was scratching his head sighed.

“Fuck you.”

Now that it was like this I had no choice but to fight. Meanwhile the strange mana was gradually increasing the number of madmen. The girl tilted her head back and asked Ronan.

“There are many. “Can you do something like your friend?”

“no.”

“Then what should we do? Are you going to kill them all?”

Instead of answering Ronan lowered his posture. This was the stance he took when using slightly larger techniques. If you think about it positively it was a good thing. There was a technology I wanted to test in this situation.

‘But I don’t know if this will work.’

However the problem was that it was a difficult technique even for Ronan to think about. If they were to be picky and make a mistake all of the twenty or so participants would have died or become assholes. Of course it was none of Ronan’s business but since the goal was to hone the precision of the technique through actual combat it was best to do it all at once. The participants who had become crazy had already reached within ten steps. Ronan muttered as he looked at them.

“You are all eliminated. “You idiots.”

Ronan concentrated. The mana expressed from the core dyed La Mancha red. The girl and the participants around her frowned at the bright red color that was so bright that it stung their eyes. It was the moment when the participant who was running in front came within five steps.

‘now.’

Ronan’s arm disappeared from sight. A red crescent moon was drawn in the center of the arena. The sword energy that appeared along the sword path was sprayed like a spray of water. It was La Mancha’s ability to liquify sword energy.

However there was a slight difference from what Ronan usually used. The sword energy was only flying towards the weapons they were holding. Exactly twenty-four red water droplets were passing through the people. Schlieffen who was watching him in front of the cauldron laughed.

“Did we get there?”

The anticipation was so strong that the participants’ fingers did not even touch it. The moment the arc-drawn La Mancha returned to its original position the sword and blade clashed violently. Quagwang! bang! A series of small explosions occurred sending metal fragments flying everywhere. The hosting committee members all expressed their admiration at the sight which looked like a flower made of steel blooming. The girl who was still attached to Ronan covered her mouth with one hand.

“and.”

At the same time blood-curdling screams erupted from everywhere. This was because scattered fragments became lodged in the participants’ bodies.

“Khaaaaaaaa! Argh!”

“Oh face! “My face!”

Looking at the dramatic reaction it seemed like the madness that had been in my body had disappeared. As expected there was nothing better than shock therapy to bring him to his senses. The participants collapsed almost simultaneously and rolled around on the floor. Ronan grinned after seeing that the technique was successful.

“Then now…”

But his eyes soon narrowed. He had to find the guy who did this and beat him up. That was the moment Ronan put his feet up to search. Buuuu! The sound of horns rang out again from the stands surrounding the arena. The guide who announced the rules shouted as he ran into the arena.

“Everyone stop! There are ten weapons remaining at this point. “We will conclude the first exam!”

“What?”

Ronan stopped in place. Only then did the sight of the arena reminiscent of a battlefield come into view. There were seven people including him who were standing on two legs.