How to Survive at the Academy chapter 218

King of blunts (6)

“Is it okay if I don’t go to the duel?”

When the news that Emperor Chloël and Princess Selaha had arrived on Aken Island, the users of the royal residence were also busy moving around for a while.

In order to welcome Emperor Chloel and Princess Selaha, who will come to see the face of Princess Fenia, they had to prepare a tea party in the garden along with the dinner party, and organize the business reports of the employees once again.

In such a busy atmosphere in the imperial residence, Claire cautiously asked Princess Fenia, who was crossing the hallway overlooking the garden.

Princess Fenia brushed her platinum hair once, looked at the spire of Sylvania that rose in the distance and spoke.

“…it’s okay.”

Princess Fenia hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a tone with a little more confidence.

“it’s okay. Also. If it was that man, he would move well as planned.”

* Deep breathing.

The equanimity of King Kwon Dyke always comes from a calm, deep breath.

Raise your reliable arms and set up a guard, look directly at the enemy in the space between them, and slowly think about your next move.

By taking a deep breath and exhaling… that heavy body is ready to take off as fast as a hummingbird.

People in the audience were already holding their breath.

All the combat students who were watching from the student seat could not take their eyes off of them.

In particular, 1st and 2nd grade students were more immersed.

The 3rd and 4th graders are two classmates each, so they know how quickly these guys have grown strong in such a short amount of time.

However, low-grade students who have just entered the school realize the barriers of high-grade students. The fact that the two people on the dagger is an unusual case has yet to be taken into account.

Ed Roth Taylor, who unwrapped the cloth covering the large wand, and picked it up as it was, stared at Dyke, who was taking a deep breath.

Even though he has a huge body, he seems to be moving like a nimble thief without any gaps.

A cane in one hand and a dagger in the other.

With his back against the inner wall, his movement was restricted, so it was a moment to quickly run to the center of the dungeon.

If someone who didn’t know saw it, they would have wondered if they could even use space-based magic.

Dyke’s movements were that fast.

If you close your eyes for a moment and open them, you are in a ready position to raise your fists in front of your nose.

Only after the appearance of Dyke is confirmed, the aftermath of the wind from his rush attacks the body with a time difference.

– Whoa, whoa!

“Haab!”

A regime that strikes the ground with its feet strong, accompanied by a short and thick cheering sound.

As he evaded by throwing his body with a movement that was almost animal-like, Dyke’s fist pierced the inner wall behind where Ed was standing.

– aa

With only one punch, the inner wall collapses. The dust rises again.

If you allow it even once, it’s over. It was a destructive force that Ziggs had to evaluate.

Ed Roth-Taylor rolls the dirt floor unsightly and changes his position towards the center of the rosary. And before Dyke corrected his posture, he gathered his magic power with the tip of his staff.

Until now, unless it was a high-level magic used at the start of a war, there were only techniques that did not consume a burdensome level of magic.

But from here, Ed Roth Taylor enters the realm where he has to bear the burden of magic.

The audience swallowed dry saliva.

I could feel the fact that the flow of magical power gathered around Ed was unusual.

Even the spectators who had no knowledge of magic could feel that the color of the flow in the dungeon itself had changed.

A high spirit arrives.

A Elementalist who knows how to deal with high spirits. A wizard who knows how to wield high elemental magic.

Even if he can reach either level, in Sylvania, he is considered gifted.

But Ed Roth-Taylor, of course, had entered both states.

The wind whirls around the dungeon.

All the students of the Ministry of Magic make a face that is ridiculous. Even the professors of the Ministry of Magic are the same.

Those who have practiced magic at least once know what it means to have reached both levels at the age of Ed Roth-Taylor.

As it is, all the dust generated by Dyke’s attack is blown away by the wind.

As his vision returned to normal, the figure of Dyke standing firm was also caught in his eyes.

And… standing in front of Dyke’s eyes was a wolf bigger than any other house.

Beyond the cheers from among the audience, a shocking sound resounded.

There are many students who are not the first to see the appearance of Merylda Ed summons. However, after witnessing its majesty in person, it is the same as not having a voice.

For them… Merylda, that noble high spirit of wind, is a good spectacle.

Just by looking at it, the majestic figure makes people admire.

However, for Dyke Elpelan, that high wind spirit is an ordeal that must be dealt with right now.

You have to deal with a monster that blows away dozens of people with just one kick and destroys buildings with just one release of magical power with just one knuckle in your hand.

Of course, there is no option to run away.

Dyke raised the guard as it was.

Take a deep breath.

Whoop-

ha-

The equanimity resides in the heart.

Even amid the raging wind and dust, Dyke looked at Merylda with his cold eyes open.

Aww –

The howl of a wolf spread across the wide rafters.

With one swing of its forefoot, which is thicker than the pillars supporting the building, a huge gust of wind strikes Dyke.

– aan!

‘rock skin’.

Dyke, who used body-enhancing magic using weak magical power, blocked Merylda’s front feet while wearing magic that could eliminate even a simple scratch.

– Koo!

It was as if his feet were buried in the floor by the impact.

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My arm muscles were screaming, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind right away with the feeling of intimidation.

Still, Dick persevered. only with willpower alone.

“Huh…”

– Kang!

Dyke, who threw away Merylda’s front paw as if to let it flow, leapt toward the wolf’s lower jaw, clenching his fist.

It’s an honest fist, but the speed is so overwhelming that it can’t be avoided.

– Bang!

As he slammed his lower jaw with all his might, Merylda’s head swung sideways.

There is no way a high spirit can be suppressed by a single blow. The moment to prepare for the sequel as it is.

– Nettle! ᴀᴀʀᴀ

Should I say that I am truly fortunate to have developed ‘rock skin’ in advance?

An arrow flew into Dyke’s lower abdomen, which was floating in the air, and pierced it.

It couldn’t pierce the skin, but the impact was transmitted.

“Wow!”

I momentarily changed my view and looked down to see that Ed Rothtailer, who had put down his wand for a moment, took out his bow and fired.

Dyke’s carelessness was because he had habitually assumed a battle with a normal elemental.

In the case of a battle with the spirit in front, the spirits themselves often do not have the fighting ability.

Normally, when the spirits summoned by the spirits were suppressed, there were many more cases where the spirits themselves were also suppressed.

However, Ed Roth Taylor personally participates in the battle against the topic of using high-ranking spirits as combat agents.

As a one-on-one duel, he is a tough opponent that feels unreasonable.

With his posture relaxed as it is, Dyke meets Merylda’s eerie eyes, who once again bowed his head.

– Bang!

In the subsequent blow, it was Dyke who pierced the inner wall this time.

The dust rose again, revealing the figure of Dyke, who had fallen, leaning against the inner wall.

It was decided in an instant. Merylda’s blow was not something a human could withstand.

For an instant, there was silence throughout the dungeon.

However, when Ed lowered the bow he was aiming for… cheers erupted.

– Wow!

– Awesome! High spirits, high elemental wizards… Is this the level of Sylvania these days…!

Princess Selaha was surprised with her eyes wide open, and Emperor Chloel was also stroking her chin. There are very few people who are as promising as this, even among the talents directly nurtured by the imperial family.

Indeed, it makes me wonder if it is Sylvania, a professional educational institution.

As it is, Ed Roth Taylor was about to finish the duel by capturing the bow and disarming Merylda.

– chin

Dyke Elpelan stands up on one side of the crumbling rock.

Even when he was hit by the high spirits authentically, he didn’t care and got up just by getting up.

Blood was already dripping from his forehead. He was full of small scratches all over his body.

However, King Dike stood up again and raised the guard.

And continue to breathe deeply.

Whoop-

ha-

The audience cannot help but be astonished at the firm posture. No matter what anyone said, the last blow was not something humans could withstand.

“It’s not over yet.”

“There is no point in doing more.”

“It is not for you to judge.”

A wound like this is not even a wound.

Dyke spoke like that, and looked up at the figure of Merylda who reigned dignifiedly.

High spirits are not something that humans can deal with alone. With everything fully prepared, he is an opponent who can win even if he studies his weaknesses, masters the necessary strategy, and then attacks carefully.

Dyke knows that, too… but he never bows his back.

“At that age, he can handle high spirits, use high element magic, and his martial arts skills are top-notch, and he can handle bows well. Certainly, he deserves to be called the genius of the 3rd grade magic department.”

“…”

“But, how many geniuses do you think I’ve dealt with so far?”

The blood from the short-cut hair drips down the cheeks, but that amount doesn’t even count as the axis of the wound.

Dyke El Phelan used his body to the limit in this way every time he faced a genius.

“Some of them trampled on me casually, but in the end, many were dragged down by me with their ankles caught.”

“…Dike-senpai.”

“I am not easily defeated.”

I entered Sylvania with Class F, and it took me half a year to enter Class E, which everyone else went to, even though I had only practiced without sleeping. Even though I practiced while bleeding like that, I had to stay in the middle and lower grades for one more year.

It is full of talented people and geniuses who trampled on Dyke’s head while enduring the miserable years. At first I tried to count the number, but now it has become meaningless and I have stopped counting.

When the geniuses who climb two or three steps at a time can’t beat the speed and fall, Dyke Elpelan climbs up one step at a time and sits in the seat of the chief.

Such a difference in strength… It could not even be called an ordeal.

As it is, Dyke kicks off the floor.

What we are aiming for this time is the body of Ed Roth Taylor. With the guard raised as it is, he lowered his posture and narrowed the distance with Ed as if taking a leap.

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Merylda responds to the wind by emitting the wind, but slams her legs into the ground and uses that axis as the center to withstand the aftermath of the wind. And he succeeds in letting Merylda’s front foot flew away once with a knuckle. His muscles scream and his body is about to collapse, but he manages to reach Ed’s nose with blood splattered.

However, the movement of the fist as it is thrown out is too obvious in Ed’s expectation. At some point, a spirit-style ‘explosion’ appears from the dagger embedded in the floor. With the sound of an explosion that covered the dungeon for a moment, Ed kicked the wand that had fallen on the floor, pushed it up, and grabbed it as it is.

When Edgar, who has concentrated his mind, gathers magic once, the high wind magic ‘Eye of the Typhoon’ is manifested. A blade-like wind that covers the whole area suppresses Dyke’s movements.

Dyke is hit by Merylda’s foot and falls again.

– Bang!

It allowed Merylda’s fatal blow even if it was hit once, twice.

Bleeding all over, Dyke took a deep breath as he hung himself against the inner wall.

The spectators swallowed dry saliva when they saw the scene.

In particular, the students of the combat division had no choice but to bite their teeth in the fierce battle of Dyke, who was like their pioneer.

Wade Callamore, who is mixed in between the audience seats, closing his eyes tightly, healing his wounds.

Jigs, who is leaning against the wall with the student members at the back of the audience, watching the match, swallows a small sigh in secret.

Because he knew what would happen next.

Before anyone could worry any more, Dyke had already stood up.

After spitting out blood-soaked sputum, raise the guard again. Take a deep breath.

Whoop-

ha-

Ed Roth Taylor is never easily beaten in close combat. You should never think of it as a normal Elementalist.

While carefully narrowing the distance, even after closing the distance, you have to move quickly as if you were dealing with a melee warrior.

Dyke slammed the floor again with the guard raised, this time charging towards Merylda.

As it is, Merylda radiates magical power, creating a spirit-style – high wind.

In an instant, Dyke’s body was enveloped in a feeling of floating, and Dyke, who had become completely immobile, was hit by Merylda’s front paw and bounced off again.

Dyke, who had been rolling on the floor with dirt and dust several times, jumped again as soon as he regained his composure.

This time in the direction of Ed Roth Taylor. After inducing Merylda to manifest magic on purpose, he was planning to attack Ed’s body while he was on his way.

First of all, he has a crazy plan to catch Merylda’s attack once. But Dyke managed to do it with willpower. The body seems to be cut off, and the blood flows all the time, so if you’re a normal human, you’ll have to break your heart already… but Dyke didn’t care.

Because I have been doing this repeatedly, I was able to get this body without any innate talent.

– Bang!

a fleeting moment. Dyke Elpelan had already reached Ed with his guard raised.

The speed of narrowing the distance far exceeded the normal level. I don’t know how many times the distance was allowed in this one duel.

Still, Ed Roth Taylor’s eyes do not have the eyes of agitation. Seeing his face as calm as Myeong-Kyung Ji-Soo, even when our eyes met for a moment, Dyke had no choice but to swallow dry saliva.

Ed Roth Taylor is a human with melee abilities. A fist raised honestly will never be hit.

As he took the pose to straighten his fist, Ed was already preparing for the next magic manifestation while holding the dagger in reverse.

In that way, the fists attached to his side to stretch out——returned to the barrier to erect a guard.

A fake action that predicts the opponent’s quick response. Ed’s eyebrows narrowed for a moment.

Ed’s plan to block Dyke’s extended fist with the shock of ‘explosion’ is shattered.

With the extended dagger raised on the guard, lower the posture, and swing the body downward to avoid it.

‘Weaving’ that follows the fake action naturally.

Dyke, who succeeded in digging into Ed Roth Taylor’s side, thrusts a fist into his side.

– Bang!

After the start of the match, the first effective hit for Ed Roth Taylor.

However, in Dyke’s attack, the first hit is a critical hit.

I couldn’t take any action to gather strength because I was mixing fake and evasive moves. However, with that constrained blow alone, Ed Roth Taylor’s body fell out.

– Kwaang!!!

Ed Roth-Taylor was thrown into the wall, raising dust as it was.

“…”

However, in Dyke’s hand, the heavy feeling felt when a clean attack entered did not remain. Rather, only the strange feeling of hitting the wall remained.

The moment he realized that, Dyke frowned. Ed Roth Taylor… in that brief moment, convinced that he would allow a blow, he turned all his magical energy toward basic defense magic.

‘Still… he’s fine…!’

First, we have to stop Merylda’s follow-up. It was only for a brief moment, but when Merylda finished her posture, she turned her heavy head.

The squeaking sound is creepy. Judging by the fact that Merylda’s summons have not been lifted and still intact, Ed Roth-Taylor has not yet been subdued.

As it was, Dyke tried to take a defensive stance. Because he was sure this next attack would come from Merylda, of course.

However, when he saw the dark red magic that wrapped around the dungeon… he had to change his mind.

‘Aspect Magical Power…!’

The professors of the Ministry of Magic begin to widen their eyes.

Only Assistant Professor Claire and Professor Kaleid, who knew about Ed’s Aspect Magical Power in advance, had a calm face.

Before Dyke, who was standing in the center of that magical power, turned his gaze to Ed again… Dyke had already been sucked into Ed’s magic.

‘Forced Gathering’

There is not even a means of resistance, not even a sexual relationship.

An unreasonable level of magic that must be allowed if used. That’s the Aspect Magic that utilizes Aspect Magic.

The stellar magic that changes Dyke’s position at will is completely opposite to his fighting style, which emphasizes the flow of close combat.

When he came to his senses, Dyke, who had been sucked into the dust, had to face Ed’s palms spread out as soon as his vision changed.

Ed, who had changed the position of Dyke at will, leapt up and grabbed his entire face, then loaded his weight and threw it on the floor.

– Bang!

“Hey, hey!”

Edgar stomped on his chest and pulled out a dagger.

Of course, Dyke, who expected a counterattack from Merylda’s side, could not even resist.

However, even if it was late, after coming to his senses, he grabbed the knuckle tightly and threw it at Ed, who sat on his chest.

– Kaang!

Even a single blow wielded indiscriminately will be a critical hit for Ed. However, Ed wasn’t the only one who could get a rough blow with his sight completely obscured.

After avoiding the swinging knuckles, he puts the dagger to his lower neck.

When the dust disappeared, he was already in a state where he could take Dyke’s life right away if he wanted to.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh…”

Both were holding their breath.

However, the appearance of Dyke, who seemed to have been completely suppressed… did not appear to have any intention of resisting.

There was still silence between the audience seats.

Dyke’s blood spreads wildly. Full of scratches, I can’t even count the number already.

“Surrender.”

It is neither a foot of arrogance, nor an intention to threaten.

Ed Roth-Taylor’s invitation to surrender… was literally just a suggestion. Dyke Elpelan no longer has the power to fight Ed. So, the story was about to end here.

Dyke heard those words, and then picked up a smirk and let it out.

“I have never surrendered myself.”

“If you do more here, you may get seriously injured.”

“You must have been seriously injured once or twice. Kwok…”

Dyke let out another laugh, then gathered the energy of his body. Before long, even the remaining magical power began to bloom together.

‘football’

It is a simple and ignorant magic that draws out the energy of the body to the limit and instantly radiates it. Because it is close to hitting the magic power roughly, the efficiency is poor, so there are many substitutes for magic.

However, Dyke, who had no magical talent, was still using this skill.

– Wrath!

Ed’s body was pushed away by a sudden burst of magical energy.

With the sound of Dyke’s cheer, the battlefield is rushed into the heat of battle once again.

Dyke, who got up at some point, raised the guard again. In a fierce battle, one knuckle has already been blown away. With the knuckle on only the opposite hand, bleeding profusely, he raised the guard.

Whoop – ha –

That deep breath is still unwavering.

Clevius, who had Elvira on her lap and watched from the audience… shut her eyes tightly.

Elvira, who was skimming through the alchemy books on her lap, looked at Clevius with a squint, and snorted once.

Wade, who was watching from the other side, was the same. He clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do.

Jigs also looked at the dungeon with his back against the wall.

Not only the students of the Combat Department, but also the students of the Ministry of Magic and Alchemy, and the professors… They open their mouths at the sight of Dyke raising a guard while shedding blood.

“Yenika… this is… that man…”

“It is famous among high school students. He never gives up until he faints and falls out.”

“Certainly… Master Ed… is incredibly strong… But, he’s so full of shit he’s attacking me…”

Orte Palerover mumbled. The appearance of Dyke, who never succumbed to this overwhelming difference in power, had a spirit that made viewers open their mouths.

“Yes, Yenika. I’m trying so hard… isn’t it okay to touch it a little…? It’s just a practice drill, but do I need to press it like that…?”

Saila Palerover looked at Yenica with a worried expression on her face.

“You attack with all your heart like that, but it’s too cruel to press it down with such a huge amount of magical power… isn’t it cruel…?”

“It can’t be, Mom.”

However, Yenica Palerover knows.

Ed Rothtailer and Dyke Elpelan stare at each other, breathing heavily. Dyke has already been whipped to the limit, but Ed still has no desire to look after him.

“It’s never enough to watch.”

Yenica Palerover already understood.

At the end of the semester, I gave up the position to Ed, who was sincerely working hard to aim for the top position.

The grown-up smile of Ed Roth-Taylor that I saw at that time… still lingered in Yenika’s heart with great regret.

Being such a Yenica, I understand the feelings of the two of them better than anyone else.

When Dyke shook his head at Ed’s invitation to surrender, Ed never touched him.

That is the highest respect that Ed can express for Dyke Elpelan.

“Do you know why I never surrender?”

With the guard raised, Dyke, who was looking up at the giant wolf spirit, spoke first.

Ed answered, who had picked up a dagger and was poised for battle.

“Isn’t it because you don’t want to lose?”

“It’s similar, but different. In the first place, there was no reason to be so grumpy.”

Dyke closes his eyes and speaks.

It was the time when I first came to Sylvania as a freshman, crawling the floor as the worst blunt person, and following the class with this handwriting.

Geniuses who knew how to handle swordsmanship as soon as they entered school, monsters that were white-haired and white when shooting bows, and could even catch bears in an instant when using spears.

In the meantime, the reason why he didn’t throw a white flag in all Dalian with a clenched fist while living as a dunjae was not very grand.

“Isn’t it sloppy?”

“…”

“I lost to a guy with a lower stature than me, I lost to a guy with a lower grade, and I lost to a guy with a lot less training… At first, I was so shy and hated it, so I just ran into it at random until I lost my mind.”

Dyke spoke candidly and smirked.

“I just lived my life fighting and fighting like that, and because I did it over and over again, my classmates and juniors gave it a strange meaning.”

“Do you mean strange?”

“okay. What… the king of dungeons, or a man of guts who rose to the top with only will and spirit… Anyway, there are people in the world who give all kinds of meaning to this man who just struggled and clenched his teeth. Expect it your way, and idolize it your way.”

A few drops of Dyke’s blood dripped onto the floor and sucked into the dirt.

Even though his body was already covered with such bloody wounds, Dyke’s voice was still beeping as usual and still unshakable.

“When I came to my senses, it was like this. look at the audience Everyone is looking at you with a light in their eyes. I don’t know what to expect from this dunjae bastard whose only clenched fists and clenched fists are all he knows how to do before he loses his mind.”

It sounded like he was annoyed, but on the contrary, there was a soft smile on Dyke’s face.

“If that’s the case, it’s impossible to get ugly. Still, 4th graders are a generation with a reputation for being a place only for dunjaes, but how can a human who can be called the hope of dunjaes show off with an ugly white flag. I can easily imagine what kind of setbacks my classmates will face after seeing such a scene.”

Expectations and envy are things that suddenly pile up on your shoulders one day, regardless of your will.

In such a subject, the weight is so heavy that it makes people unable to fall at will.

He grabs his shaking legs and makes him stand up, and raises the guard with these clenched arms.

No matter how you look, you can never touch or look after them. Ambiguous sympathy is rather a disgrace that cannot be more humiliating to someone like Dyke Elpelan.

So, Ed Roth-Taylor straightened his back.

“come. I’ve dealt with geniuses like you hundreds of times.”

“Dike-senpai.”

However, Ed Roth-Taylor knows. Dyke Elpelan was making a big mistake in an important part.

Ed was also shocked when he just allowed Dyke’s fist. His shirt was torn here and there, and the bandages that had been wrapped around his body were getting loose.

Then, Ed’s wounds are exposed through the slit in the bandage.

It’s… evidence of crossing the line over and over again to learn high-ranking magic. The flesh distorted by Lucy’s ridiculous amount of magical power was exposed.

Dyke’s forehead was momentarily distorted.

Dyke, who had repeatedly practiced a similar method, could recognize it at a glance.

In the first place, it wasn’t even from the first year that I made any remarkable achievements. Ed Roth Taylor is also the one who climbed the stairs one after another.

With this clenched fist, he pushed himself to the limit, followed the flow of love affairs, risking his life over and over again… Ed pushed himself.

This body, Ed Roth Taylor, was woefully not gifted with magic.

Rather, it was a body specialized in dexterity and life skills. Nevertheless, Ed crossed the line several times and eventually ascended to the top position.

“Ha… Whoops… Whoops…”

Dyke, who was raising the guard momentarily, let out a meaningful laugh.

“Whew… Whooping…”

He lowers his head, smiles, and then raises his head again. Even though his body had been covered in blood, he had a smile on his face.

The moments of the duel that were frustrated by meeting geniuses over and over again pass like a lantern. I didn’t mean to say it, but every once in a while, they were all miserable and painful moments.

“Heh heh… ha ha ha ha ha!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!”

The expression on his face, filled with all kinds of emotions, eventually turned into a smile stained with joy.

“Yeah, I’m sorry…!!! Ed Roth Taylor….!!!”

The usual deep breathing continues. However, you can feel it. Shortly thereafter, the conclusion is now coming to an end.