Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 192


Episode 192 Attack Land (3)

“…”

Bikir is still standing with an expressionless face.

And a white-haired female student walked out from behind.

Chief Sinclair of the Fever Army.

As if sensing that it was her turn, she walked towards the gymnasium.

“Fever Army Class A. Number 69. Is that Sinclair?”

Around that time, I hear Professor Sadie’s voice calling for Sinclair.

It was an expression of genuine interest.

Although Sinclair is from a commoner, his practical skills and written records are better than anyone else.

Not only that, but in her spare time, she took various liberal arts classes, volunteered for clubs, and even had a part-time job, making her famous as an alpha girl.

It was to the extent that Sinclair’s name was known to not only students but also professors and even some extreme parents who were interested in things inside the school.

……Is that why? Professor Sadie had a special eye on Sinclair.

Dolores stepped up beside Sinclair with a worried look on her face.

“Sinclair. I think it would be better to give up the exam in the middle of the day. Professor Sadi is a member of the Advisory Committee of the Imperial Guard’s Arrest and Torture Team in addition to his position as an academy professor. It means that his skills are certain. There is a high possibility that he will harm you as much as he is a crooked professor.”

but. Sinclair shook his head with an expression of determination that had never been seen before.

“I was expecting that.”

“……what?”

“I expected it to some extent when my test officer became Professor Saadi.”

Sinclair raised his head. His sparkling eyes were on Dolores.

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. President. But I need to get good grades on this exam so that I can get a scholarship and pay my tuition.”

“…I get what you mean. But Professor Sadi’s case is not common. If you give up on this exam, the professors in other subjects will somehow make up for your score. With extra points or specials. Even if it’s for points or whatever.”

“……but.”

Sinclair turned his head.

There, you can see countless students rolling around, groaning.

In particular, the students who donated heat weapons, who have relatively less physical strength than those who donated cold weapons, suffered serious damage.

Seeing that, Sinclair bit her lip.

“You can’t hide from someone who made friends like that.”

“…”

“I want to take the test under the same conditions as the other friends, President.”

Sinclair’s earnestness was fully conveyed to Dolores.

Why don’t you know it’s her? Didn’t Dolores also have a time when she was a freshman and had strong friendships with her classmates?

“…Yes. There is a word called love of comrades and love of country.”

“Thank you, Chairman!”

“What. Instead, if it’s really dangerous, you have to give up the test right away. Then jump right at me. I’ll heal you.”

“yes!”

Sinclair gave a loud reply and ran up the gym.

Eventually, Professor Sadie’s curious gaze turns to Sinclair.

The innocent expression of a child looking down at an insect to tear it apart.

“Oh, you’re ‘that’ Sinclair. You have good grades, excellent combat sense, a kind and kind personality, and there’s nothing you can’t do in liberal arts classes, volunteer activities, and clubs, right?”

“Thank you. It’s too much praise.”

“Oh, you have a nice voice. You have a pretty face…”

Professor Saadi began to say good things.

“It must be worthwhile to destroy it.”

If it hadn’t been for the last one, the atmosphere would have been quite warm.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Eventually, Professor Sadie’s aura began to spread.

Professor Saadi’s Avatar A slender golem of clay, exactly the same as hers, stood up.

In his hand was a long vine whip.

The golem’s mouth moves, conveying Professor Saadi’s voice.

[Recently, absurd rumors are spreading in the school. I’m bullying a talented student?]

Sinclair flinched at that.

rumor? Could it be that Professor Saadi’s true intention was not something like jealousy or inferiority complex?

Sinclair was momentarily confused, thinking he had misunderstood.

but. Professor Saadi’s words that followed were certainly crazier.

[That must be really wrong. Because… I bully both the talented and the untalented. Ho ho ho ho!]

At the same time, the golem’s whip flew.

Jjaak –

The stone floor splits with a loud roar.

Sinclair hurriedly threw herself away, but the whip moved as if it were alive and followed closely behind Sinclair’s heels.

Kyririk-

With a ferocious body movement like a viper.

[However, the talented ones struggle a little longer, so they get particularly messed up. Hohoho!]

“…”

[Was it Sancho? I guess he was expecting something. The academy level has also dropped a lot. The ace of the Cold Weapons Donation is such a wretched mass of talent. Less than expected, less.]

Professor Sadi continues to whip into the air, licking his parched lips with his tongue.

[How are you? Act like an ace of the Fever Army Club~]

At the same time, the whip bursts the atmosphere around it with countless bends and knots.

Puff puff puff! Tack-tack! Pair-squeeze-evil!

All nearby stone floors are bursting.

Sinclair cast wind magic on her body to help her move faster.

“Haste!”

Sinclair, who moved faster, moved to the outskirts of the gymnasium to avoid the noose created by the whip.

Indeed, the same speed as the wind.

however.

[Haste? Was that the speed at which you moved with haste? If he does this in real life, he’ll die right away~]

Professor Sadie’s golem catches up with Sinclair’s movements so easily.

“omg!?”

This whining came out simultaneously not only from Sinclair’s mouth, but also from the mouths of all the students and professors who were watching the exam.

Sadhi made controlling the golem so easy. Even his professors were surprised by his godlike skill.

Ordinary professors, no matter how professional they are in combat, cannot perfectly control a golem from a distance.

This is because the body synchronized with the golem becomes slightly dull when moving, and the golem also experiences a momentary interlocking delay in the process of becoming an avatar.

Also, since they had to intercept opponents from far away, there was bound to be a great sense of discrepancy in measuring the distance, and it was unavoidable that minute errors would occur because they could not calculate the difference in length or thickness between their own limbs and the golem’s limbs.

but.

[Hohohoho- you can’t get points if you just run away?]

Professor Sadi didn’t have any of those things.

Her amazing concentration and body really flow naturally like water, as if fighting a student right in front of her.

It’s like fighting a real opponent in front of you.

“That’s right. You don’t get points for just running away. Thanks for the advice!”

Sinclair cast a spell while standing firm.

Multiple magic casting.

A total of nine mana circles are drawn with three layers of three circles.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

As many as three 3 class magics burst out.

A song of fire and ice storms.

A tremendous talent that is hard to find in people his age. In terms of mana affinity alone, they were as good as or better than the magicians of the Morgue family.

however.

[Hohohoho-]

Professor Sadie, who saw the window of pouring fire, the window of ice, and the window of wind, just smiled tenderly.

[There’s nothing special about the ace of the fever donation department, right? I’d rather be bothered by the big Varangians…]

Professor Sadi muttered as if he had lost interest.

And then

Per-huh!

With just one kick, all of Sinclair’s magic was destroyed.

“Ouch!?”

When the magic is forcibly canceled, mana flows back.

Sinclair stepped back, feeling blood pouring from his eyes, nose, and ears.

And the golem’s fists and kicks began to fall relentlessly on her head.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

The physicality of Professor Saadi’s golem was astonishing.

The amount of mana that can be administered to a golem is obviously limited, but Professor Sadie selects and takes only the motion that shows the optimal efficiency even with that limited amount of mana.

And with the operation of mana exploding explosively from moment to moment, an unapproachable physicality is added, resulting in an unbelievable level of golem control.

An insanely lithe, grotesquely bendable, incomprehensibly curved, monstrously fast golem.

It is as if the whole body is like a whip.

“Kyaaaagh!”

Sinclair involuntarily screamed.

Sinclair frantically backsliding away from the fists and kicks of the falling golem.

Then, a voice like the voice of a god of death came into her ears.

[oh? He has something else to forget. Did you forget my whip?]

The golem’s fists and kicks were so terrifying that I forgot about it for a while.

Professor Saadi’s main weapon is a whip.

“…!?”

The moment Sinclair came to her senses, she suddenly saw whiplashes coiled wide around her body.

…quick!

In an instant, the noose tightened and bound Sinclair’s entire body in one breath.

“……! ……! ……!”

The moment Sinclair, unable to move, turns his head.

The awl-like heel of the kill heel approached as if it were touching the surface of Sinclair’s eyeball.

Spot!

Sinclair quickly ducked his head back to avoid Professor Saadi’s kick, but was unable to avoid the second kick that followed.

…awesome!

A heavy middle kick.

You could tell without looking at the ribs all broken and piercing the intestines.

Sinclair flew through the air.

She falls out of the arena like a kite with a string cut off.

At the same time, a status window popped up.

< Cadet No. 069 'Sinclair' in Fever Army Class A >

< Professor in charge: Saddy >

-Effective hit: 3 times (1 point each)

-Effective evasion: 16 times (1 point each)

-Effective defense: 0 times (1 point each) )

-Critical blow: 0 times (10 points each)

= Total score: 19 points

The best talent for fever donation. She has never missed first place in any exam, and her total score is only 19 points.

It was a score just below average.

“Sinclair!?”

Dolores, frightened, picked up the falling Sinclair.

Heal magic was cast on Sinclair, who was coughing up blood.

The late professors also rushed to treat Sinclair.

Meanwhile, Sinclair looked up at Dolores and smiled faintly.

“I’m sorry, Chairman…”

“Don’t talk, Sinclair! It takes time for the intestines to heal!”

“Kuck! Kuck! Scholarship…… I can’t get it.”

At that, Dolores held Sinclair’s hand tightly with a teary expression.

As a matter of fact, Dolores could pay for Sinclair’s tuition instead.

She was from the prestigious Quo Vadis family and was quite wealthy.

But that wasn’t what mattered now.

to do it in one’s own strength. Whether it’s an exam or tuition, without anyone’s help.

That was what was important to Sinclair.

at that time.

“Ho-ho-ho-”

Laughter spreads through the quiet atmosphere.

Professor Sadie. She was smiling wide at Sinclair’s tears.

“Are you crying because you didn’t get a scholarship? The teacher will give you money. Don’t cry~ What are you crying about? You’re not even a beggar.”

Not because I don’t know, but because I know. It was the act of turning Sinclair inside out twice.

At the words of Professor Saadi, who seemed to have thorns on his tongue, all the students and professors hardened their expressions.

……but.

Even in this situation, there was one person whose expression did not change at all.

“…”

Bikir. Only he was staring at Professor Sadi with his signature expressionless face.

however.

When Professor Saadi opened his mouth and shouted, the expression on Bikir’s face finally rippled.

“Okay, let’s go right away. The next order is Cold Weapons Donation Class B…”

Her lustrous eyeballs rolled and headed in the direction where Bikir was.

And soon, the bright red lips that contrasted with the pale skin curved in a soft arc.

“Piggy. Do you want to come up?”


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Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound, Revenge of the Sword Clan's Hound
Score 8.8
Status: Completed Released: 2020
He was the hound of the Baskerville family: Vikir. Yet his loyalty was rewarded by the blade of a guillotine dirtied by slander. “I will never live the life of a hound slaughtered after the rabbit is caught.” In place of death, an unexpected opportunity awaits him. Vikir’s eyes glowed red as he sharpened his canines in the dark. “Just you wait, Hugo. I will rip out your throat this time.” It’s time for the hound to exact bloody revenge on his owner.

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