Chapter 177 – 50. Mad Dog Izeltier (2)
Iseltier’s match ended in vain.
No, the match didn’t even take place. Because the opponent abstained.
It seems that he was intimidated by Izeltier, who exudes ferocious spirit even before the match. Unable to fight, Izeltier tried to rampage one more time, but Arena officials barely stopped him.
‘If I spend more time there, I won’t be able to meet the strong ones.’
The main round of the tournament is one match per day. Unless it was a special case where the opponent abstained, the confrontation was very fierce.
Therefore, Arena did not assign matches in a row to protect players.
‘Sorry. I was thinking of learning Iseltier’s swordsmanship by seeing it with my own eyes.’
The blood that had been hot at best had cooled down. After a while, it was my turn to compete. My opponent and I stood on stage wearing special armor provided by the arena.
‘I said that a sword that does not inject mana is an expensive piece of armor that blocks lightly.’
Although the audience wants to see blood splattered and limbs flying off. Even so, if a player with skill died, it would be a loss for the arena, so he said that he introduced such a method.
“The swordsmen to face this time are George of the Suderborn Guild and Goethe of the Eichhel Guild!!! Welcome everyone with applause!!”
The presenter shouted in a loud voice.
“Who is George? And has anyone heard of the Suderborn Guild?”
“I do not know. The match description here says Essenmund’s guild?”
“Essenmund? Then you’re a northern country boy! Eichell is a prestigious guild in the middle! Fuck that nasty northern savage!!”
“Still, the Essenmunds are famous for being ignorant. You might fight surprisingly well.”
“There is no such thing! I bet my entire fortune on Goethe!!!”
As there were many spectators, all sorts of sounds could be heard. My maternal grandfather, Wilhelm, is something to be respected.
The subjects of the imperial capital seemed to be ignoring the north more than expected. Living in the capital of an empire is like a sense of choice.
‘Still, you seem to be ignoring northerners too much in a place called Wilhelm Arena. It’s my future territory.’
If that’s the case, we’ll have to show the opposite results to those guys’ expectations.
I clashed swords with my opponent.
Caang-
It’s just a slight clash of blades to show an example.
The opponent hit the sword pretty hard. A bald muscular man with snake eyes. He was a bad-looking guy.
“I must show the northern countryman the terrifying taste of the zodiac. Even so, I’ve reached the quarterfinals in the last tournament. Kkeuk.”
This guy was like a spectator.
He even shamelessly spit lines that would have been spit out by a minor character in a boy’s cartoon in the 90s. I sneakily checked the opponent’s momentum.
I can’t use mana, so I can’t raise my spirits. With a sword in his hand. Preliminary actions before the first attack begins, etc.
If you are a skilled swordsman, you can guess your skills just by preparing yourself.
‘Honestly, I’m not nervous at all. I only lived with my mouth.’
However, since we have come all the way to the finals here, it is actually not a poor opponent. It seems to be at least level 4 or higher.
A gap created in advance by raising the sword. I don’t carelessly leave gaps with such a distance.
It’s just that his skills are far less than mine.
“Confrontation begins!”
With the cry of the referee, a guy named Goethe slashed his sword at me.
“Thot!!”
Spirituality and the sword that had already reached my chest. His sword was a sharper sword compared to my longsword.
It was like a speed-oriented swordsman like Lucia.
Shu Shu Shu Shu Shuk-
A quick attack leaves an afterimage of the sword strike. A quick sword that doesn’t even give the opponent a chance to counterattack.
“As expected, Goethe! Look at that insane speed!”
“That George is going to be full of holes in no time!!”
However, he got used to Lucia’s speedy sword and actually yawned. And it’s only Mana Hearts that have reached the level of the 4th tier.
The sword drawn by that sword, and the sword strikes at the end of that sword, were at best the realm of ‘ceremony’.
‘It’s boring.’
Realm of expression. To put it simply, the way I used each sword in Chapter 1 of the Lion Heart Sword. It means the same as the gyeongji.
Stab and slash. Creating a series of sword strikes by connecting the simplest sword movements is called ceremony or sword ceremony. The basic skills that can be said to be the most important for a prosecutor.
It was also a swordsmanship that I had diligently practiced since my mana awakening.
However, the end that can already be reached at the realm of consciousness, the white night of five. Having completed the midnight sun, I have entered the next stage.
‘Form.’
The realm that the examination reaches after the expression. As it is a swordsmanship, it uses the basic movements of stabbing and cutting. The will contained in the sword attack was different.
The core technique of swordsmanship pursued by a swordsman. I put more than that and pour it into the sword. And the form that the lion heart sword contains…
‘Like an avalanche on a snowy mountain. A sword that sweeps quickly and intensely.’
A strong swordsman with both speed and strength. That was the sword style that Reinhardt’s Lion Heart Sword pursued.
Even then, my opponent continued to attack without stopping. A real-life attack and a tangled sword.
However, in reality, it is not difficult to deal with because it is a simple variation of swordsmanship.
‘It’s monotonous. The weight of the sword strike is light.’
When I just dodged without fighting back, the crowd booed.
“What!! George!! Fight back!! I bet money on you!!”
“Keuk. Stupid child. No matter how much reverse dividends are earned, betting on a rookie you haven’t even heard of…”
That moment.
Fuuk-
With a dull hitting sound on the stage. Goethe’s body soared upward, and was hurled to the ground.
“Su, winner George of Suderborn!!”
Lion Heart Sword Chapter 2 Type 1. With that sword strike, my victory was confirmed.
***
Today’s match was the round of 32 of the tournament.
Maybe that’s why, even though it was the finals, there was a big difference in the skills of the participants.
Darren and Meters. Although the two couldn’t find the Pantheon’s cadets in the arena. Since I came all the way here, I watched the rest of the game.
Meters said to Darren.
“It’s a pity that I couldn’t watch the match of that guy named Izeltier. I was expecting him to fight as well as his momentum.”
“Isn’t it enough to know without looking? Like the pit that was dug. I would have been defeated by the opponent. No one in the match here can match him…”
Darren was lost in thought for a moment, then he continued.
“No. There is one. A man whose impression was blurred. He said he belonged to a guild in Essenmund.”
“Josh? George? A man with that name?”
“Yeah. That’s right. The one who took down an opponent who used a quicksword with a single hit.”
Darren briefly recalled the scene. George was helplessly attacked by a man named Goethe.
The crowd booed him, but soon the match was decided.
‘Goethe, I went back faster than that guy’s sword attack.’
Perhaps, in the eyes of the audience, Goethe looked as if he had collapsed all alone.
‘What! Goethe was so nervous! The steps are twisted!’
‘It’s a problem if it’s too fast like Goethe. It seems that he couldn’t keep up with his speed. That guy named George. You’re very lucky. The other person is self-destructing.’
But Darren saw clearly.
He took the timing in reverse against the fast sword to the point of ignorance. He went behind his opponent like a counter. It was an incredibly skillful move.
The next scene was even more surprising. A longsword without mana. The longsword’s mighty sword strike struck Goethe’s back.
‘Even though I put on the armor…’
It was amazing sword pressure. Rather than being struck by a sword, he collapsed as if he had been hit by a mace or a blunt weapon like a warhammer.
To be honest, even the instructor of the Roia sect was surprised.
“It was a quick and powerful blow. In other words, it is a defeat sword.”
I think Meters felt the same way. He continued.
“Such a strong blow. It’s like the swordsmanship that the knights of the White Night Knights are proud of. Lion heart sword. Are you using the imperial sword method, which is a popular version of the lion heart sword, even in the combat order?”
“That’s right. The author said he was from Essenmund. He must have been from the White Night Knights.”
“Hoo. But to think that a proud Knight of the Midnight Sun would play in an arena like this. Have you ever committed an affair with a big-breasted mistress of a northern aristocrat? That’s why I was kicked out of my hometown.”
“Hmm. Instructor Meters thinks about everything that way…”
Meters had a knack for making Darren speechless like this. Because Darren was sober.
Anyway, when today’s game is all over and I’m about to go back. A commotion broke out on one side of the arena.
“What happened?”
The two looked at one place. There were crowds of people gathered there, screaming.
“I do not know. Let’s have a look.”
Said Meters. As soon as I got closer, I knew what had happened.
“Hey you! You should play with me I came all the way here. Saying you can’t swing a sword and then just go back is very fucking bullshit!!”
A brown haired giant. It was an easel tier. The man who had made a pit on the stage earlier was blocking the way of another man. Said Meters.
“Isn’t that man… A man named George?”
Darren nodded his head. Although not his memorable face. Still, he was right, showing impressive skills. The two moved closer.
“Wow… It looks more bloody when you look at it up close. That guy named Izeltier.”
A giant close to 2m. George also looked taller than 180cm, but compared to Izel Tier, he seemed short.
And those mad eyes staring at George aggressively. It was like watching a hungry beast for three days.
“Look into your eyes. Doesn’t that sound like a crazy dog? If it were a normal prosecutor, I would pee as it is.”
Darren nodded his head in agreement.
“You look like a dangerous person. To live with those eyes. You won’t be able to come out without going through a dangerous battlefield.”
And such a man pointed out a man named George among many players. Meters said, as if reading Darren’s thoughts.
“That giant seems to have the same thoughts as us. The eyes that see are similar. If I had to point out just one guy, I would like to stick with that George.”
Izeltier was waiting for George’s reaction. And so did the spectators and the two of them.
‘In front of such an ignorant person, it wouldn’t be strange to refuse a match…’
But it was the exact opposite of Darren’s idea. The moment Darren looked at George’s expression.
Surprisingly, George was smiling in front of that easel tier.
***
All the matches of the tournament scheduled for today are over. So, as soon as I try to go back with Lucia.
The long-haired, brown-haired giant, Izeltear, stopped me.
‘It’s an unexpected windfall.’
The reason I stepped into the arena today was because of the author. The leader of the Pursuit Squad and the main villain of Part 2.
Thanks to reading Renee’s subconscious, I knew that he had participated in this event. Of course, I didn’t expect to completely reveal my real name and face like that.
Anyway, if you get a glimpse of his skills in advance at this point. It was sure to help me improve my swordsmanship.
‘It’s a different strong sword from Reinhardt’s sword. I’m sure there’s something I can learn from that ignorant power.’
Loia’s trial that must be entered next week. It was also the most difficult ordeal that he had never experienced in Demon King’s Slaughter.
That’s why I wanted to see Izeltier’s skills today…
“Hey you! You should play with me I came all the way here. Saying you can’t swing a sword and then just go back is very fucking bullshit!!”
It was a windfall because I came here on my own.
‘And the fact that you singled out me. I must have been interested in him.’
Lucia was standing next to her.
“That crazy bastard… Dare to know who he is…”
I stopped him from immediately throwing his sword at Izeltier. Although it would be a good experience for Lucia as well.
‘Because I’m the first to deal with the author.’
Izeltier looked at me and exhaled a very thick life.
It was the gaze of a savage beast that only that guy who had slaughtered not only beasts and monsters, but also humans countless times could have.
It was a momentum that I could not produce as I lacked practical experience yet.
However, I was rather excited. Reinhardt’s blood, which had cooled down again, boiled. I grinned.
“I will play as you say.”
To Izeltier, who has been provoking. I threw the first ball.
