065. pride (1)
Inside the tent was quite chaos.
Hoya, who was vomiting, was still in that shape because he drank too much the night before, and Cain, as if he couldn’t calm down, hunched over in his chair and his legs trembled.
Gilliot shouted, and Fonte and the other two sighed in embarrassment.
It was a sparring where the pride of the combat world was at stake, but it wasn’t until before it even started that the situation was not good.
Now that Ackerman had been left out of this group while rescuing the princess, Cain, Ponte, and Hoya were the only reliable ones. But two of them are not normal.
I let out a sigh of relief from the ground. This would also be the butterfly effect, with me taking on the task on behalf of Ackerman.
“Ugh… … ! Instructor… … My name is Jeseong Hammi… … I can’t do it, Woo-wook!”
Hoya hurriedly covered her mouth and ran out of the tent. The tilted tent made eye contact with the people inside.
“I-get that guy… … uh? Aren? Yes, Aren!”
sh*t. Gilliott called me.
“Please. That damn hoya, run for a pinch hitter.”
There was no other credible candidate in this situation. As Cain must win to fulfill the conditions for awakening, my participation in the battle seemed inevitable.
But that’s right, I didn’t want to be caught stealing like this.
In the end, after a few scuffles, I pretended to be invincible and was grabbed by Giliot’s hand and brought into the tent.
“Guys, pay attention. Hoya couldn’t play, so I brought in a pinch hitter. You know Aren, right?”
“Well. I know!”
Fonte rubbed his chin with strange satisfaction.
The rest of Lisa and Bindiang gave an impression of nodding reluctantly.
It was because I had been horribly defeated by those two in Dalian during class. Of course, even if it was a performance for sexual control, there was no choice but to have a question mark on my skills from the perspective of the two of them.
However, Gilliot and Ponte concede… … .
“… … .”
Since Cain had been accepted without saying anything, neither of them could do anything about it.
“Is everyone dissatisfied?”
“yes.”
“Then I quickly register as a candidate again and come back! Aren! Relax yourself! When the instructor finishes sparring, let’s get a treat!”
no mind at all
Having saved the most urgent problem, Hoya’s replacement, the rest were warming up and preparing for the sparring.
But Cain couldn’t.
A figure curled up with his knees raised on a chair. I was very, very nervous.
“Cain… … Are you really okay? Rest if you feel sick.”
Lisa approached and asked, but the answer that came back was ‘I can do it.’ It didn’t look good to anyone.
Seeing Cain in this situation, Giliot had a hard time arranging an order.
“Write. Cain. are you really okay Don’t regret it, you have to decide quickly.”
“You can.”
Cain looked at us and struggled to part his lips. However, the trembling shoulders well indicated the situation she was in now.
“You are really stubborn. In that case, Cain, I will remove you as the last player. Until then, do you need to relax and get mental? Got it!”
“… … All right.”
Instead of Cain, which was the first order, Ponte will start. After that, Bindian and Lisa competed, and I became the 4th player.
To give Cain time to recover, she became the last player number 5.
went up on stage Being on stage with cheers, I felt like a UFC fighter.
“The best! battle! invincibility! battle!”
“God of light protects – let’s annihilate the enemy!”
Exuberant slogans and militant hymns go well together. As the best event of the festival, the scale and spectators were different from other places.
I felt dizzy from receiving such a spirit and energy.
ha.
Hurry up and let’s go down.
Because my heart beat is getting faster.
The Dalian candidate came down after saying hello on the stage due to formality.
The only ones left were the cadets who were going to decorate the first match.
The first hitter in the combat world was Ponte Cristo. It was Giliot’s strong will to seize the victory by sending out the victory card from the beginning.
Boom bung bung!
“Suck!”
Ponte’s spearmanship has improved beyond recognition.
Now it will be difficult to surround and block the shadows. Seeing that monster that had grown like crazy in all aspects of destructive power and technology, I naturally felt that way.
“I’m counting on you.”
“May the light god guide you.”
The two greeted each other with fists to their chests.
-Now, then, the long-awaited match between the first year of the battle system versus the first year of the temple world, where the pride was at stake! I’ll do it!
—!
A shout like thunder becomes a signal flare and the sparring begins… … It ended immediately.
“Huh?”
“what?”
“Am I not mistaken?”
All the cadets watching were speechless at the monster-like power of Ponte.
Neither did I.
Each spear shot was as powerful as breaking a rock. The shield for sparring held by the cadet of the Holy Quarter was shattered with just three hits, and the mace for sparring fell from his hand with the next blow.
Seizing the opportunity, Ponte radiated a ferocious eye light and fired a deadly blow, and the crusader cadet passed out.
All of this happened in less than 10 seconds.
What a monster!
Ponte seemed to have chosen his own beliefs after contemplating between Zeroth’s education and his own beliefs.
There is no need for skill or practical sense. only destructive power. It was a spearmanship imbued with his strong will to break everything with force.
It was a wonderful sparring to stick to one’s beliefs.
–Wow!
The combat cadets cheered. Gilliott was delighted like a child, and I was proud for nothing, as if I felt a sense of belonging.
More than anything, it was nice to see the grown-up Ponte.
Ponte was awarded a gold trophy for his victory in Dalian. It is a trophy given to an individual, separate from the team championship.
“Well, it’s not real gold.”
Ponte came off the stage biting the trophy.
The high-energy atmosphere soon faded. I couldn’t ride the momentum, and the two candidates in front of me lost in a row.
Lisa and Bindian lowered their heads as if they were sinners. He was like a kicker who missed the penalty shootout in the World Cup final.
This makes the score 1:2.
According to the 3 out of 5 rule, if the Temple of the Four Seasons wins next time, the winner is automatically decided.
and… … .
“Aren. I believe in you.”
It was me who was next.
Voices of hope and disbelief are heard.
-Isn’t he Blackfire? Whatever it is, he’s a bit against it. Wouldn’t it be better if Leo went out?
-What are you talking about. Didn’t you see that kid when he sparred? It’s a hidden monster, that guy too.
-Well? Every time I see you, you lose heart.
– To be honest, I don’t expect much either. He has too many ups and downs. oops, it’s messed up
-If only Ackerman had come out.
I judge my skills based on what I have seen with each other.
Mysteriously, I won and then lost. The winning day is the day Zeros observes, and the losing day is choosing a day without him.
As this process was repeated, a unified opinion could not come out. I understand all doubts.
-ruler! The next combat player is Aree Een B… … ?
The host swiped and turned his head to check my face. 1st year combat cadets I’ve gotten used to to some extent now, but the other cadets must be unfamiliar.
-B, it’s Blackfire!
– What… … ?
Everyone has the same reaction.
The opposing faction is, of course, priest-type crusaders. To them, the name Blackfire was close to a sin.
As soon as they heard my name, a chill lingered in the crowd. Some say, ‘God.’ and began to pray.
I’m never welcomed by the priests. When I checked it with my own eyes, I felt it again.
“Ifrande! Never give up!”
“Ifrande! If you lose to him, you will die to me!”
“Turn off Blackfire!”
Ooooh——!
He was even booed by the intensified emotions.
The words were harsh enough to make me wonder if those guys were priests.
-now. Please refrain from blatant criticism. Otherwise, you are forced to leave.
The moderator skillfully calmed the cadets down. A cold gaze landed on my face. There were few voices cheering for me even in the battle field to which I belonged.
It was because there were many cadets who distrusted my ability and hated my existence.
In the end, when Gilliot forced him to cheer, his voices were heard one by one, but even that was a voice that made them weak.
I didn’t care.
I’m used to being hated.
It’s just that you don’t have expectations.
Rather, the desire to win was seething.
My heart was like a chimney, wanting to give a blow to the guys who would knock others down after hearing just one name. Normally, I would appreciate it if you misunderstood me, but today was different.
I wanted to show off my skills and turn the noisy priest camp into a quiet library.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this hot.
-Then say hello to each other!
chuck. He put his hand on his chest.
The crusader cadet narrows his eyes and glares at me. It was a greedy look that would beat me unconditionally and enjoy the glory of condemning Black Fire.
‘There’s no way.’
I gripped the hilt of the sparring sword.
Since it was not a holy sword, it felt as light as a can of millet. I felt like I was going into battle after unpacking a tens of kilograms of sandbags.
“There is no mercy. Even if it’s sparring. Please do me a prayer. May the light god guide you.”
A guy named Ifrande raised his shield forward and warned me. In his other hand was a hammer. Like a crusader, the basic weapons are heavy weapons such as a shield, greatsword, hammer, mace, and mace.
If it were a holy sword, it would be heavy enough not to be pushed back by them, but this sword for sparring was not.
Being pushed back by absolute physical force is unavoidable, so overcoming it with my skills and tricks is the key to sparring.
-Are you ready?
The moderator took turns making eye contact with me and Ifrande. nod We both nodded instead of answering.
Dalian has already started a long time ago. I measured my skills by grasping breathing and minute muscle movements, and feeling the fighting spirit with my skin.
As a result, I was able to see that iflanderan crusader cadets were not just talkative shells.
It was clear that they would have sent out a strong player as it was a battleground where one more victory was needed to win.
However, I hid my skills.
He did not radiate jealousy, but looked at the enemy with a sense of indifference.
The more I fought, the more I felt it, but showing off one’s strength from the start is a waste of time.
He hides his true skills and reveals his claws at the crucial moment to quickly suffocate.
[Descendants of the swordsman]
I don’t know if it’s because of my specialty, but I’m gradually learning how to win on my own.
* * *
cooong!
Ifrande said a prayer and dragged her feet forward. The light stayed at his toes. The crusader’s source of power is his piety. The thicker the faith that comes from the depths of the heart, the stronger its power.
Now Ifrande craved power more than ever.
‘Hey, please let me root out the living remnants of evil with my own hands.’
It was a noble mindset, as if this sparring were a holy war.
put down the shield A halo of light gently wrapped around the shield, forming a divine shield. The hammer was also imbued with the power of light. It is the power of light that crushes the bones and flesh of monsters with each strike.
It’s a strong momentum.
Aren never thought this fight would be as easy as he thought.
On the contrary, he knew very well that he would lose if he tried to get over it.
hey hey
Air seeps between the teeth. Tighten your whole body and breathe deeply. The energy made of mana spread evenly throughout the body, awakening the body.
Aren bent down and took a stance. Neither moved first. Anticipate the direction of attack and think about countermeasures. A sharp blade seemed to be hidden in the silence.
The fight didn’t last long.
It was Ifrande who moved first. Light was sprinkled on the path the hammer had passed.
–!
When the two metal balls collided, the air exploded, creating a huge wave. The cadets who were watching from close to the stage were pushed back at once.
Ifrande took a deep breath and inhaled. It was a hammer that struck hard with the determination to break the sword in one blow.
However, instead of breaking the sword, a tingling shock was transmitted through the hammer.
‘Isn’t that guy Blackfire?’
I am well aware of the rumor that a descendant of the Blackfire family entered the combat world.
Seeing right in front of her eyes, the rumors were true, and Ifrande laughed inwardly.
A family that was confined to a corner of a room and darkly studied evil things such as black magic.
The image of the Blackfire in his mind was of sunken eyes, bony bones barely moving, and curse words spoken. An image that didn’t fit in the slightest in battle.
I thought it would be easy to win. My complacent thoughts were shattered with just one weapon.
That man over there, with his back straight, was never that weak.
He was a martial artist who had no choice but to admit it.
However, it was strange.
Ifrande didn’t feel any jealousy or murderous intent from Aren. It felt like a confrontation with a calm lake.
This serenity, contrary to skill, created an illusion.
‘What the hell is that guy?’
On the outside, it was sloppy and sloppy, but when you bump into it, its skills are revealed.
The more Aren fought, the more he learned how to hide his fighting spirit and skills.
There was an effect of training. Ifrande was seldom distracted by Aren’s skills.
Although he seemed strong, his clumsy determination and eyes confused people. Confusion increased.
Then, all of a sudden, Aren opened his eyes.
‘… … ?’
In an instant, Ifrande’s arms trembled. Chicken meat sprouted along the skin.
‘Where is this speculation… … !’
The speculation that I couldn’t feel at all until just now poured out like a volcanic eruption.
It was hard to believe. How do you control your speculation so freely when you are only in the first year? I couldn’t even believe they were the same age.
Ifrande felt like she was playing with Aren’s tricks from the beginning.
‘In the name of God… … !’
Ifrande sets up the shield of faith again as soon as possible.
I gave up my thoughts. No, I didn’t even have time to think about this and that.
It was because Aren’s sword started to glow with black flames he had never seen before.