Taking admission for nothing (148)
Lesson 30. Final exams – 3
In fact, no matter how much progress the class had made over the past semester, it was still not enough to defeat Lucie Ortima one-on-one.
In other words, he stood here while feeling a sense of defeat… It was not Ban Yu-Won’s taste to be humiliated while playing a match knowing the outcome, but this time he was stubborn.
That’s because Ortima’s authority is in contact with that of some anti-yuwons, so he judged that there was something to be gained from a head-on confrontation with him.
Even if he couldn’t defeat the enemy now, he could take one or two defeats if he could use it as an experience and win next time.
“I don’t like your eyes.”
The conviction that one day he can definitely overcome it makes Banyuwon proud even in front of the strong.
What he lacks is not talent or effort, but time.
And at the appearance of a semi-yuwon who had no intention of hiding such an attitude, Russein Ortima made an expression of disapproval with her eyes shining coldly.
“If you had known the subject, you would have rolled up your tail and ran away before you faced me. After all, is it inevitable that it will be thrown away?”
“Oh, you know the subject well, so you attacked Dok-go-yeon and your arm was cut off? Oh, did you put it on the road now? I ate that, how did you put it back on?”
“Bugs—!”
Ortima, who had given it back and received it verbally, stretched out a hand toward him with a stern expression on her face, but when she realized that the signal to start the fight hadn’t sounded yet, she gnashed her teeth and took it away.
If I was aiming for a disqualification, it would have been a pretty good attempt, but it failed miserably.
“Looking at it now, your one eye has changed a bit. Did you change it to something else?”
“I have no intention of playing around with your vulgar provocations anymore.”
Russein Ortima’s surprise attack on the Rebellion members at the time of the special activity had officially never happened, so if he got caught up in the words of the anti-yuwon any more, he could have admitted the crime himself.
Ortima, who came to her senses belatedly, pretended to be calm and backed away, but Ban Yu-Won, who remembered who started the fight first, was dumbfounded.
“Did you get short-term memory loss instead of changing your body?”
“…!”
Just then the start signal sounded.
Without any preparation, Luciain Ortima manifested her power.
An enormous amount of mana spears appeared in front of Banyuwon’s eyes and rushed towards him!
‘Ow, how can you use mana so ignorantly?’
The evil thing is that most of the mana attacking Banyuwon now comes from nature.
The most intuitive way to describe Luciain Ortima’s authority is ‘command’.
He possesses the power to forcibly manipulate all targets he strikes with his blows, and nature’s magic is no exception.
That’s why he thoroughly gains the upper hand against those lower in rank than himself, but has the downside of losing power to those with higher ranks, such as Dokgoyeon and Aire.
‘And that’s probably me too.’
There is no single criterion for measuring rank.
Right now, the magic within the body will also be involved, and of course, the level provided by the higher-level system will be one of the standards.
Not only that, but it also has the completeness of the body and ‘charm’, which is the representative of influence on the outside, will also be included there.
However, Banyuwon knew one standard that was more important than anything else.
It is the soul.
“You ‘crawl on the ground like a worm’.”
The quality of the semi-amused soul was probably superior to that of Russein Ortima from the moment he entered this academy.
Of course, everything else was inferior to him, so at the time of admission, he would have become a victim of his authority without moving
. .
“Kuu… ‘Get down on your knees’ according to your theme!”
“You know it doesn’t work.”
There was no room for Luciain Ortima’s authority to invade his body.
At the same time, Banyuwon cheered, because the movement of the concept at the moment when his authority was about to exert force on him was similar to when he exerted his authority.
‘As expected.’
It’s something I’ve been thinking about since I got that guy’s arm and absorbed the concept of ‘Prophecy’ there.
As expected, the authority of the bastard was a subordinate compatibility of his authority.
It was only that his skill level was superior (probably the result of the constant development of the training method passed down from generation to generation), and he only looked better.
‘What should I do to interfere with the concept of another person’s body? How to implement several concepts at the same time.’
From now on, I was going to fight him and get as many tips as I could.
To do that, first of all――.
Ban Yu-won raised the longsword of the beheader and fired a prayer sword that was nearing completion.
Recognizing all the countless windows of mana rushing towards him, he creates a ‘conceptual flow’ optimized for avoiding or breaking them.
Some use concepts they have already mastered, such as flow and ban.
Some have concepts that can be created right away, such as running with one step to the left and leaning forward.
Some have concepts that are strengthened by nesting in weapons, such as Cham (斬) and Crown (貫).
“-Sigh!”
After placing all of them in the optimal flow, the rest just surrenders to the flow.
The process of the prayer sword, which grasps all surrounding concepts, creates a flow of concepts, and acts as it is, has become overwhelmingly efficient compared to the time it was first created.
– Chae Chae-chaeng!
“…”
The result was clear at a glance.
With an extremely efficient and even beautiful movement, she splits the spear of mana that fills all sides and creates a path to rush and evade.
If someone unfamiliar had seen it, they would have thought that Ortima had told them beforehand, ‘I’ll shoot it like this, so you just have to move like that and destroy it’.
“…you?”
However, Ban Yu-Won, who gracefully broke through the overwhelming barrage of attacks, withdrew his sword and quickly retreated instead of charging Ortima.
It’s because he knows that the closer you get to him, the stronger his authority becomes.
When Ortima hardened her expression and glared at him, Ban Yu-won grinned and said,
“Let’s do some more. It’s fun.”
“Do you think you can play as you please?!”
Enraged by that outstanding provocation, Ortima raised her magic power even stronger.
“Kneel down————!”
I tried to manipulate the mana around me again, but rather, I concentrated all my abilities and tried to directly interfere with Banyuwon.
Of course, that was something Banyuwon hadn’t hoped for—he activated his authority with a smile.
* * *
Dalian was the defeat of Ban Yuyuan.
In the first place, it was a great thing that he did not lose right away in a head-to-head match with Russein Ortima, who was estimated to have lived close to or exceeded 1,000.
Of course, that was only possible because his authority was completely backwards compatible compared to that of Banyuwon.
In the end, Ortima, who had failed to put Banyuwon under his authority, realized that he could really lose if he continued on like this, and turned to an ignorant mass strategy, so he only endured as long as Banyuwon could withstand before declaring defeat.
[Through in-depth consideration of lower powers, the application of powers increases. The depth of Mandokan, Mancheong, and Manhyeonsoon deepens by 20.]
[The depth of Hyeonshin Gong (玄身功) has increased to 225. Vertigo depth increased to 470. The transformation of the concept of the body has been rapid, and the depth of the body has become 10. I realized that the depth of the converted unknown concept has exceeded 600.]
[The existence greatly grows in high-level battles with high-level abilities. The depth of life has reached 750.]
The fruits of defeat were very sweet.
Not only did the authority, which had almost stopped growing these days, grow greatly with good stimulation, but also the new martial arts grew steeply in an urgent battle where concepts were constantly changing, and now the completion of a truly new martial art was just around the corner.
It was to the point of wanting to ask Russein Ortima to do more sparring because it would be fine if I lost one more time, but of course I wasn’t in the mood to do that.
“You bastard…”
After the sparring is over.
The feelings that Luciain Ortima felt while watching the semi-yuwon were truly miserable.
The way he beat Banyuwon was ‘not cool’ to anyone.
He just relied on his innate strength and pushed forward to win, but if he studied closely, everyone would realize that Banyuwon’s fighting ability overpowered Ortima.
What if a month passes if the semi-yuwon is steadily growing at this rate?
If not in one month, how about two months?
Will Ortima be able to beat Banyuwon even then?
maybe it’s hard
This couple of battles was enough to instill such anxiety in him.
That is why even Ortima, who lives with her own taste, could not laugh at or flatter Ban Yu-Won for winning this match.
“…bugs.”
“Why trash.”
Actually, I could ignore it and go on, but in the end, I was the one who lost, so I thought it would be okay to listen to the winner, so I stopped.
Anyway, I guessed what he was going to say.
Everyone in the academy must have thought of Banyuwon.
How can you become strong so quickly?
who the hell is helping you
Tell me the secret too.
If you come to my family, I will treat you without regret.
What do you know about the top…
“With Dokgo.”
“Eh.”
“What is the relationship with Dok-go-yeon?”
Ban Yu-won only blinked with both eyes.
No, it has nothing to do with the contents of the sparring, right?
Wait… Are you still filming the romance you used to film by yourself?!
“I felt poison from your sword.”
Ban Yu-won desperately wanted a major defeat.
At this moment, in front of Luciain Ortima, who was saying such a thing with a more serious and lonely expression than anyone else, it seemed like she could do anything if she could coolly scratch his skin.
“Yeah, it’s because I learned the sword from Dokgoyeon. I sparred for about 30 minutes a day…”
“30 minutes a day. To be with her for 30 minutes a day.”
Oh Mr.
This is a bit strong, man.
The man’s words continued while the half-yuwon, overwhelmed by the atmosphere Luciain Ortima radiated, only pursed his lips.
“I’m not killing you right now, because I realize the approach I took earlier wasn’t right for her. Remember that you live at my mercy… get the subject right and don’t dare approach her.”
“What? Was that your approach? It was an attempted murder for us.”
“She doesn’t hang out with you guys. Its overwhelming strength and willpower beauty. That’s a level befitting the hostess of the Ortima family. When she realizes where she belongs, she will come to me naturally.”
Judging by the fact that people’s words don’t work, it’s an alien.
It’s strange. The power of Banyuwon should be used against aliens, but it doesn’t work.
I thought I knew enough about him through sparring a while ago, but now I don’t know at all.
Ban Yu-Won hated meaningless things the most in the world, so he cut off Ortima’s nonsense, which seemed to lead to phrases if left alone.
“Don’t justify yourself. You are just a criminal and trash.”
Of course, Dokgo-yeon is free to like someone.
The anti-yuwon has no right to interfere there.
However, judging by Ban Yu-won, who had been with her even for a short period of first semester after entering the academy, it was clear that Russein Ortima was not a person Dok-go-yeon would choose.
“Then go. From now on, I will dig hard alone.”
“….”
Russein Ortima, who is tired of being called a worm, just stares at the half-amusement.
Maybe he realized that the more he used his powers, the more Banyuwon saw them and grew up?
“And congratulations on the 3rd place. I don’t know what will happen next semester.”
“…!”
Looking at his eyes shaking at that light provocation, it seems that he is not so stupid as to not recognize the potential of the anti-yuwon.
Satisfied with that, Ban Yu-won left the training room after securing fourth place in the grade.
For your information, Dokgoyeon ranked first in the Dalian grade in the comprehensive evaluation for this first semester.
