Chapter 178 – 50. Mad Dog Izeltier (3)
The instantaneous speed of my first attack was comparable to that of Lucia.
Through sparring with her, she made one of her useful Zen airs. The sword of the imperial sword quickly aimed at Izeltier’s neck.
Taang-
Iseltier managed to block the attack with his huge greatsword, Zweihender’s blade.
‘You reacted. Is it also an easel tier?’
Although it was a little regretful. Actually, it was my first shot to provoke him, so I didn’t do my best.
However, the boy’s reaction was different. His eyes became serious.
“What. Who is this sergeant?”
It wasn’t anger that the seon-gong had flown. Embarrassment. And surprise.
“I didn’t look like a guy who used a speed sword. You know how to fly a line ball like this. I could have been beaten.”
Izeltier’s momentum had changed. He laid the Zweihender at an angle and held it. I also hold my longsword and check the distance between him and me.
‘There are no gaps.’
A giant close to 2m. On top of that, he is carrying an ignorant greatsword that fits his huge body. It doesn’t seem easy for him to dig into the reach and land an effective hit unless he’s vigilant like he was just a moment ago.
‘If I go in clumsily, I will be harmed.’
And Izeltier’s gaze was directed at me in front. The life force that had been spewing out in all directions just before had changed.
“He is a fearless boy. Being arrogant and throwing a sword first. Do you have a temper for a normal looking person?”
That life now focused only on me.
A man who exudes a life force like the magic power of a demonic beast. Agnes’ rosary is clearly warning that the man is dangerous.
‘Sorry. Agnes.’
But like a child in his prime who doesn’t listen to his mother. Reinhardt’s blood had already boiled to the point where he couldn’t control it.
I want to stick with him properly. Just by sticking with him, the main villain of part 2. It will be of great help in improving your swordsmanship skills.
Izeltier shouted.
“Then I will go in this time!!”
“I guess.”
He is more polite than he looks. However, the sword resembled its owner and was savage.
Whoa-
The obliquely held greatsword cut me straight down and pressed me down.
‘What momentum…’
Even without mana, it is a strong sword with enough power to split a large rock.
It was a sword attack that seemed slow at first glance, as an ignorant great sword had that much power.
‘It feels different. Fast.’
With ignorant brute force, it was pierced from top to bottom. Can’t be slow Its power is sure to cause fatal wounds even just by brushing against it.
Koo Woo-
A blow that seemed to tear me apart. However, Izeltier’s sword didn’t reach me and stuck to the floor.
“George dodged it!”
“Another pit dug in the floor! What kind of ignorant power…”
“But isn’t it as slow as it is powerful? Enough for that George to escape?”
No. Although there is a prejudice that a strong sword with great power is slow in spite of its great power. The time Zweihander drew the vertical line was literally an instant.
His speed and the lines he drew with his sword were too neat to be called ignorant. Rather, it was much faster than the swordsman Goethe had used earlier.
‘That’s why it was impossible to avoid.’
However, the one who reached the end of the sword strike was the floor, not me.
Soon, as if Izel Tear was surprised once again, she spoke to me.
“Hoo. You can’t avoid it, so you shed it. It also slightly twisted my sword path at the perfect timing. It’s a skill that no one can do.”
“You know. You are right.”
Izeltier was right. If I had clumsily twisted my body to avoid him, I would have been harmed instead. It may seem like an ignorant brawler, but easel tier is a worn-out mercenary.
‘Even if I tried to avoid it awkwardly or back away. He must have changed his sword path in an instant with that supernatural power.’
Even at the point where the power and acceleration of that sword strike reached its end, he had enough strength to change the path of the sword in an instant.
Pretending to slam it down vertically, aiming right at my side is out of the ordinary.
So he deliberately didn’t dodge, pretending to clash swords, and shed his sword.
“He’s a guy worth sticking with. Kkeuk. Renee’s fortune was correct. I heard that something fun will happen at the arena today. Was it a fortune teller that left you behind!”
And the blow a moment ago was just a warning. The easel tier who confirmed my skills became more sincere.
“Then stop this one more time!”
The intent to kill intensified. It wasn’t the false intent to kill from earlier. A natural swordsmanship containing the will of Izeltier.
“If you are a good guy, live. If not I will die Kkeuk. Isn’t that more fun? Die on the ground A bloody confrontation where you can live if you win.”
The guy’s spacing has changed. Near the guy who didn’t have enough space to fit a thin piece of paper until just before.
But now it has become full of gaps. And, on the contrary, the momentum carried by Zweihender was doubled.
‘Izel tier’s sword form. I think I understand.’
He doesn’t care about his own safety. If you win the game, you will live anyway. Otherwise he dies What divides the extremes is, in the end, a sword of unanimity.
‘It means you don’t have to buy yourself. Does he mean that he just needs to win even if he dies?’
It is incomparable to the cadets of Pantheon, who are still in their infancy. A sword that ended a person’s life, and a sword that did not. The anticipation and determination were different.
Finding the reason for their existence only in the line of death risking their lives. A mercenary who is more familiar with actual combat than breathing. It was a killing spree that only Izeltier, a born fighter, could emit.
Whoa-
It was so strong that the air around it shook. Izeltier’s sword flew towards me in a large semicircle.
‘Then I!’
I too am standing on the battlefield with him. As if time has stopped, my five senses are extremely sensitive.
A life so full that the whole body trembled. Iseltier has no intention of looking at it at all. Rather, he is killing me with the intention of killing me with all his heart.
The guy’s greatsword that comes flying like a natural disaster. If I can’t do that, I will die. Even if it doesn’t contain mana. Because I can’t use mana right now either.
However, Izeltier’s sword hadn’t reached me yet. And my death was not in the number of cases I painted.
‘Let’s do it!’
I raised the imperial sword and responded to him with the will of my sword brother.
Cacan-
The two swords collided in the air.
***
However, that combination was the end of the game.
“Both of you, stop! Confrontation between players is prohibited except in matches!! What are you doing!”
The match between the two stopped for now. The arena’s guards and wizards besieged me and Izeltier to stop the rampage.
“Chit. Are the intruders here?”
Iseltier lowered Zweihender first. I also removed my imperial sword from being entangled with his.
At the same time, the crowd chanted.
“Uh… George blocked that ignorant sword!”
“That longsword… Compared to Izeltier’s greatsword, it’s like a toothpick. What happened!”
“George, do you mean the author has the same strength as Izelteer?”
That’s right. Because Izeltier’s greatsword couldn’t cut me in half. His murderous blow was blocked by my imperial sword.
The two swords fired with all their might collided in the air. Izeltier told me.
“It wasn’t a sword made as a joke or as a check. But rather, I would have thought that you would run into my sword first and hit me with a blow. He’s a guy who knows how to carry a pretty useful sword.”
Like a strong man, he recognized at once the way I had stopped him.
‘Before the guy’s sword form is complete. Type 1 in Chapter 2 arrived first.’
My sword is still less powerful than his strong sword. However, technology overcame it.
“Your sword touched me before my swordsmanship peaked. A sword fired with the maximum acceleration of the moment. It was a sword that fully contained the power of acceleration, not a speed sword, so at that moment it was equivalent to the power of my sword.”
It was as Izeltier said. My swordsman adds instantaneous maximum acceleration to the turbulent swordsman’s strike with the shortest path.
‘That acceleration adds to the speed and power of the sword strike.’
Through that acceleration, I first caught Iseltier’s sword path. The swords collided before his sword strike was completed. It was possible to block that ignorant greatsword.
It was like I preempted his sword path.
Don’t fall out-
However, the imperial sword could not be prevented from being destroyed. It was the sword that Cecilia had strengthened. Because it was a sword made of iron.
‘I’ll have to visit Cecilia again.’
In the meantime, arena officials dispersed the crowd. Izeltier said as if he was sorry.
“Chit. I want to fight swords with you some more. Today is a draw. Still, I had some fun, so I’ll have to step back.”
Be a draw In fact, if Arena’s staff hadn’t stopped it. If the match continued, it would actually be my loss.
That Sword Demon has countless real-life experiences. Because he would have quickly found a way to counter my sword type and defeat sword.
‘Well, if it ends like this, it’s a draw.’
In fact, it is a great thing that even a fingertip was not injured against the leader of the pursuit team. In part 2, most of the users failed to catch the easel tier and suffered a game over.
And he had the last word.
“Well, still, today is not the only day. I’ve confirmed that there are some interesting guys here in the arena too, so the harvest is good enough. A swordsman with skill like you would make it to the finals of the tournament. Kkeuk. Let’s risk our lives properly there and compete.”
Saying that, he turned around. Izel tier is a fighting maniac enough to be called a mad dog. When he turned around, he was a cooler guy than I thought.
‘It’s the final.’
He said that he would not stick with easel tier right now. But I couldn’t be satisfied with the current match either.
It is not the first time dealing with a strong person. Wilhelm, the grand master, and Michael, the master. And I also met the talented instructors of Pantheon.
‘But it’s the first time I’ve ever competed with a team with the intent to kill like this.’
What is the difference between sparring tailored to my skills and actual combat? It’s different to feel.
It was also good to participate in the tournament. My current skills. And it became an opportunity to perceive once again the strength of the people I had to deal with in the future.
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“Living as Reinhardt’s successor”
* Credentials as formal successor
: Reinhardt met an opponent worthy of his name and competed. Your sense of triumph has boiled over.
* Acquisition Reward
+50GP/150MP
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As this system notification window says. It feels like something sleeping inside me has opened its eyes.
‘Next time we meet, I will definitely win. Easel tier.’
I was excited by Reinhardt’s blood that hadn’t cooled down yet. I said to Lucia, who was next to me.
“Lucia. Go back now And if you don’t mind, why don’t you sleep over at my mansion tonight?”
“Yes? Count… Now, you said to go to bed!!”
For a moment, it seems that Lucia misunderstood the meaning of my words.
“I mean, I want you to be my opponent. I don’t want to forget the feeling I had with the author.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I just misunderstood.”
Together with Lucia, who was somewhat disappointed, he left the entertainment district and returned to the mansion.
***
Next day. Saturday.
Lucia remained at my mansion until quite late in the morning.
‘Did I bother Lucia too much?’
The battle against Izeltier. After that, I couldn’t easily calm down the elation that boiled like residual heat. Together with Lucia, I headed to the mansion’s gymnasium and swung my sword until quite late.
Now it’s me and Lucia. And Eirin was also having breakfast together.
Eirin said to Lucia.
“The sparring continued until quite late. I am glad that Lucia is in good condition. Wasn’t the bed uncomfortable?”
“Okay, it’s okay. But the room was a little hot and I was sweating…”
“Oh. You did. Somehow, when I changed the bed sheets in the morning, the sheets were wet. Next time, I’ll be sure to open the window. I didn’t expect you to sweat like that…”
“No… That’s right. Sweat is right. I usually sweat a lot…”
Lucia’s face turned pink. Lucia is a girl too. Although she may be ashamed that she sweats a lot.
‘It’s probably not just sweat.’
Actually last night. After completing her sparring with her, she entered Lucia’s dream with her dreamer trait.
It wasn’t that I was trying to steal her stamina, but rather I wanted to pass it on to her.
‘It’s because they worked so hard to sparring.’
Because I was quite energetic thanks to properly stealing René’s energy. I mixed my body properly in Lucia’s dark dream.
So when you wake up, other juices may have flowed besides sweat. I continued my breakfast listening to the two of them having a casual conversation.
“So, the music play called Teria’s Lover, which I watched with Cecilia-sama and the young master the other day…”
“Ah. I heard from Cecilia. It was very touching…”
Thanks to Eirin’s friendship with Cecilia. Those two didn’t get along too well.
‘Still, you wouldn’t know that I mixed Lucia and her body. I don’t like Lilia, but is Lucia okay?’
It must have been completely different from last year’s Mannani. Still, it seems that the lower part has become more of a playboy.
When I was with heroines who mixed their bodies like this, my feelings were so strange.
After eating like that, when you have a little tea time. Someone came to the mansion.
“Glory to the bravery of the lion that calms the winds of the north! That Chloe says hello to Count Julian!”
A woman in a gorgeous aristocratic maiden dress, holding a fan in one of her hands. She was Chloe, another heroine with an A+ fate rating.
