29 – Tyrving
Demon sword Tyrving.
Of course, the famous sword that Padler obtained was no ordinary sword.
A demonic sword that paralyzes the owner’s reason and prevents the sword from being retracted until the enemy in front of him dies the moment the sword is drawn.
That was the identity of the sword that Padler had obtained.
“Sounds like fun.”
After delivering the sword to Padler, Abaddon returned to his quarters and smiled, anticipating what would happen next.
“What do you mean?”
Abaddon turned his head to look where the voice came from.
There was a woman with a voluptuous body that would make any man turn his gaze at least once.
She is a demon who serves her master along with herself. It was Sitri.
“I don’t need to know.”
Abaddon answered Citri’s question indifferently.
Sitri didn’t pay attention to his attitude, but spoke as a warning.
“Well, whatever you do is none of my business. But. If your petty greed causes you to mess with your master’s work, you won’t die in peace at my hands.”
“Remember.”
Tirving is not a sword filled with demonic energy.
A demonic sword made out of pure malice.
Because it was such a sword, there was no way it would get caught.
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Day 3 of the competition.
The first match was about to begin.
As always, the students showed up with the introduction of the moderator.
On one side, Gilbert. On the other hand, the Padler. I was entering the arena.
The two stood facing each other.
It was Padler who spoke first.
“You crawled out without even knowing the topic.”
Contempt and loathing. And anger. Gilbert said at Padler’s words, mixed with all sorts of emotions.
“I know my subject very well, Padler. You know very well that you can’t be my opponent. That’s why it came out.”
Fast deuk.
The sound of grinding teeth.
Gilbert looked at the Padler’s face in silence.
A face flushed red. Visible protruding blood vessels. A trembling fist.
Even the most ignorant person would know that he was angry.
“Two of you, please stand down.”
The moderator’s instructions were dropped.
“I will kill you.”
“If you can.”
I heard the grinding of my teeth again. Gilbert wasn’t going to care about that.
The two took their seats.
Firecrackers explode.
Sureureung!!
The two drew their swords at the same time.
The first one to run was the paddler.
“Die!”
The Padler’s sword was ferocious and aimed at Gilbert’s neck.
Gilbert took a stand.
In his eyes, it was as if drawing a picture of where the Padler’s sword would go.
His movements paralyzed with anger and reason were large and obvious.
Raise your sword to block the Padler’s sword.
Kagagakgagak.
Sparks flew as the two swords met.
The state of swords touching each other.
Fadler tried to push Gilbert’s sword away with force.
“…… !”
Fadler’s power is stronger than you think.
‘I’ll be pushed back at this rate.’
Judging that fighting for strength would be a loss, Gilbert raised his sword at an angle and let the padler’s sword slip away.
Deuk Deuk!
With a metal sound, the paddler’s sword cut through the air.
After a big action, there will always be gaps.
Gilbert rushes towards the empty Padler.
A blow of conversion that cannot be counterattacked. Gilbert was confident of victory.
If the padler didn’t show any strange movements.
Ddu dude deuk!!!
“?!”
The sound of something twisting. At that sound, Gilbert stopped attacking and immediately left the spot.
I didn’t move because I thought about it. My instincts were just telling me to avoid it.
And that judgment was the right choice.
As soon as Gilbert avoided his seat, the padler’s sword slashed past it.
“How?”
It was clearly impossible to counterattack.
But Padler ignored Gilbert’s common sense and attacked.
A situation that Gilbert couldn’t understand.
Fortunately, the question was quickly resolved.
The strangely bent arm of the Padler.
That was the identity of the unexpected attack.
There is no way a person could break his arm by himself.
Tirving took control of Padler’s body and moved it according to his will.
A sword that only moves to kill the opponent regardless of the owner’s safety.
That is a demonic sword. It was Tyrbing.
“What are you doing…….”
Gilbert called the Padler to see that strange appearance. No answer came.
The paddler lunged at him, dangling his bent arm and holding his sword in his other hand.
Quaang!!
The blader’s sword that is slashed ignorantly. Gilbert struggled to block it.
“Keuugh.”
Quaang!! Quaang!!
Tirving, who took control of Padler’s body, struck the sword several times.
It was clear that the sword would break at this rate.
Gilbert rolled on the floor to avoid the Padler’s sword.
Tirving, who lost his opponent, hit the ground.
Quaang!!
With a huge shock, a thick cloud of dust rose.
‘I need to finish quickly.’
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If you take the Padler’s sword down again and again with tremendous force, the sword will not be able to withstand it and will break.
Gilbert tried to fight before that.
Wow!!!
The core in the heart fluctuates.
Derian taught Gilbert how to use the core to secure victory.
instant noodle scks tho
Gilbert did not hesitate to learn it.
The fluctuating core sent magical energy through Gilbert’s whole body. Gilbert’s muscles contract. An unimaginable power begins to dwell in Gilbert’s body.
And then the sword spirit arose.
Clear and clean black air without shaking.
It was the sword skill of a perfect sword expert.
A mighty power nestled in the body. And sword.
Everything is ready. Gilbert fixes his gaze.
The dust cleared and the Fadler’s figure was revealed.
One arm was strangely bent and dangling, his eyes glowed red as if stained with blood, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth as if he had lost his mind.
“Kurrure.”
The scenery looks more like a beast than a person.
Gilbert shouted as he braced himself.
“Come.”
Did he understand even though he lost his reason? Or did he just follow Tyrving’s lead?
The paddler lunged at Gilbert and his sword charged at Gilbert.
Chwaaagh!
At the same time, Gilbert’s sword was also swung.
The two swords collide.
Quaang!!!
A roar so loud that the entire audience could stop their ears!
At the same time, Gilbert’s core heats up to the limit. Explode all accumulated magic power.
Wow!!!
Gilbert’s sword begins to push Tyrbing away.
“Krrr?!”
Tirving was about to retract the sword after realizing that something was wrong, but it was too late.
The body, which was strengthened by borrowing the power of the demonic sword, showed strange movements and strength. In the end, he was no match for Gilbert.
“It’s over!”
Kwaang!!!!
Gilbert’s blow, which he squeezed to the last bit of strength, sent Tyrving away from Padler’s hand.
At the same time, Gilbert’s sword breaks after he finishes his task.
Now, all they have left is two fists.
Fadler, who had already lost his temper and was swung by Tyrbing, would not be able to move.
Gilbert’s fist hit Padler’s face and sent him flying far away.
Fadler, who was blown away and pinned to the ground, could not get up.
The match has been won.
The moderator raises the voice amplification artifact and shouts.
“The match is over! The winner is Gilbert of the Fallen Class.”
“Waaa!”
“Awesome!”
“Actually, isn’t the class of failing students the senior class?”
“Awesome!”
With all the cheers of the crowd, Gilbert collapsed on the spot.
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While everyone was cheering, there was the only man who was frowning.
“Chit. It’s become boring.”
A man who hides himself in a deep black robe.
It was Abaddon.
He expected a scene of blood and slaughter, but the match did not go as he expected.
The fact that the long-awaited game failed made him feel bad.
“I’ll have to take that back.”
It is a wasteful sword for a worm-like human who cannot win even a single student.
Abaddon moved invisibly and retrieved his demonic sword. And he put the sword that looked just like Tyr Bing in its original place and left the Colosseum leisurely.
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Fadler after the game. He was healed, but the healer said that even if his arm healed, he would not be able to wield the sword.
It would have been fortunate if it was only that, but Padler’s misfortune did not end there.
“uuu”
Despite regaining consciousness, Fadler could not regain his reason.
It was Tyrving’s curse.
A demonic sword that eats the owner’s rationality, enjoys killing, and eventually destroys even the owner.
That is the end of the magic sword user.
The Mars Arena continued even though one of the students became an idiot.
The students in the class of failing students who grew up in harsh training have been on a winning streak.
But you can’t keep winning. Trisha meets and defeats Elysia. Veronica met and defeated Xenia.
Now, out of the students in the failed class, only three survived: Zeke, Gilbert, and Sniffer.
As the final day of Mars Arena approached, the heat of the match only grew hotter.
Such intense matches came and went, and the long-awaited finals arrived.
Ironically, it was the people of one family who survived until the end.
Zeke and Xenia.
The students who will decorate the end of Mars Arena.
They were siblings.