The Academy’s Weakest Became A Demon-Limited Hunter chapter 172

The memory of defeating the shaman Miya is still vivid.

I was not rational, or I was not careful because I had Alice as my enemy… . There were many things to reflect on.

Well, what can I do?

I couldn’t stand it.

Even if I went back to the past, I would do the same over and over again. He didn’t have any regrets about smashing Miya.

Fortunately, White seemed to be relieved inside her heart after hearing the news. It’s an added bonus that I was really surprised that I won the match against Miya.

However, it was difficult to predict what kind of influence White would have on her because she realized just how much she lacked in her battle with Miya.

I just hope that her motivation will be stimulated and that it will have a positive effect on her training.

White decided to focus on her recovery and expressed her intention to abstain from the subsequent Dalian.

There were a few injured students, like White, who needed several days to recover. So were they.

Some students who suddenly lost their Dalian counterparts were grouped together with similar skills by the academic department to determine their Dalian counterparts.

The Dalian evaluation proceeded without interruption as if nothing had happened.

‘Alice… .’

It creeps in so terribly.

I didn’t know that he would come all the way to White’s hospital and express his affection to me like ‘Baby’ or ‘You’re cute today’.

Naturally, White and Merlin’s interrogation continued.

She frankly replied, ‘I don’t know why that senior is doing that’.

Of course, I know the purpose. He must be suspicious of me being a nameless hero, so he’s trying to approach me in a friendly way.

Actually, the unnamed hero is sloppy in the theory of Alice relativity.

He is as scary and strong as he seems on the outside.

So, Alice must be careful and approach her while using the beauty world at the same time.

When I said, ‘I don’t know why Alice is like that,’ I meant that I didn’t expect it to be this severe.

White and Merlin each misunderstood. The student council president seems to have a crush on me.

─ “Even the student council president… . I’m getting scared of senior Isaac… !”

When White exclaimed, dizzy. Because they think Luce has a crush on me.

White and Merlin were secretly flirting with me through conversations such as ‘Is it the arrival of a matchmaker’ or ‘Is it interesting?’

In that way, the situation in which Alice seemed to have a one-sided crush on me became a pleasant gossip for them. It must be said that they were like aunts watching a morning drama.

“under!”

A roar of arrogant laughter popped out of my head.

Last day of Dalian evaluation.

above the dungeon. I was relaxing lightly where the students’ eyes were focused.

I stopped warming up when Tristan Humpray, the vain blonde nobleman, came up across from me.

“After all, before you fight, you unpack your body, not your head. There is no other species like you in the Faculty of Magic.”

Tristan knows my fighting style very well. When I stood in first place in front of him, I must have felt desperate.

He scrutinizes and analyzes the fighting style of those stronger than him, and he struggles to figure out how to defeat him.

It was to the extent that my obsession with victory felt like a burdensome gaze… .

“okay? I never thought about it, so I didn’t know.”

He tapped his shoulder with Janya’s wand he was holding in his hand and answered as if spit out.

Come to think of it, Ian Fairytale, who dreams of becoming a magic knight, doesn’t seem to have warmed up before Dalian.

Was it only me

“… Isaac. As of today, I’ll have to drop that ranking. This body is stronger than before! I will give you a disastrous defeat! Ha ha ha ha!!”

Tristan laughed vigorously like a third-rate villain, then suddenly heard the news and coughed in vain.

As I went to the same class and was recognized by the guy, I didn’t look too hateful. So laughter erupted out of nowhere.

It’s me, I’m a little guy who only got stronger at a fast rate with the power of the status window.

He is the goal the guy is pursuing, and he only comes up with the idea that he should take it seriously.

His eyes were half closed. He lowered his head slightly.

He grabbed the ends of the round glasses and took them off.

A faint chill rises from my body.

Concentrate.

He raised his head again, opened his eyes properly, and looked at Tristan.

“Go ahead.”

Tristan smirked after hearing my calm words.

My cold energy spread through the air.

As a result, Tristan seemed to feel the pressure on his skin and the chilling sensation running down his spine.

He blew up against my cold.

The expression of wanting to fight with me right now.

Soon the referee announces the start of the match.

My elemental ice magic and Tristan’s elemental wind magic collided.

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Judges and students watched Dalian with their mouths wide open.

Isaac and Tristan were engaged in a fierce and surprising battle.

It didn’t look like a fight between the Faculty of Magic.

However, it was difficult to even call it a fight between the Knights Faculty, and a variety of fighting methods went back and forth between the two of them.

Constantly rolling his head, predicting the next move of his opponent.

Moving at a speed that is hard to keep up with the eye, dodging attacks, and coping with them.

The light blue cold and the light green wind danced grandly and dazzlingly on the dungeon.

Tristan’s magic power was amazing.

A blond nobleman who winds his body with wind and uses that power to move at a sharp speed. It is like a hawk.

That movement would require very precise mana operation. Just looking at it made me feel sick.

Not to mention, Tristan’s fists and kicks were also equipped with an explosion of enhanced wind magic, accompanied by an attack with tremendous power.

The people watching Dalian couldn’t even guess how many times Tristan must have groaned before he got so far away.

Isaac against the Tristan Humphrey was also surprised.

He followed Tristan’s tremendous speed with his eyes, and skillfully coped with his attacks.

Even when the rapid wind blows, Isaac did not move even the slightest bit.

That silver-haired blue student is a man who overwhelms the first-year senior, genius, and shaman Miya.

That student was a monster just like that student.

Whoops-!

Isaac and Tristan put their fists in each other’s faces.

It happened in the blink of an eye. When the two reached each other, most students could not understand. That’s how fast the two of them moved.

The judges and the students seated in the audience opened their eyes and immersed themselves in the fight between the two.

Qaang–!

From the fists swung by Isaac and Tristan, cold energy and wind energy exploded, giving each other a powerful blow. The fighting style was similar.

A cold magical explosion occurred, and the two of them bounced off each other and rolled around the dungeon several times.

Koo!

The little boy pulled up a block of ice and hit it. That’s how I prevented his body from going out of the dungeon.

Whoops!

Tristan quickly swept through his body, repositioning him, and swish his head.

So the two of them stood up on the floor of the dungeon and looked at each other.

Even though blood was dripping from his mouth and nose, he said, “Heh heh, that’s pretty good!” And Tristan is having fun.

The cold-hearted Isaac, the exact opposite of his usual gentle impression, gets up from his seat, stealing a nosebleed.

Soon, the two clenched their teeth and ran towards each other again.

“What the hell are these kids… ?”

A middle-aged female judge looked at her record and spoke in a trembling voice. She couldn’t stop admiring.

“The Tristan student has a completely different way of fighting than she did last semester. I can’t do that either… . How the hell has she been overusing her body to the point where she can do that… .”

“It’s the Marchen Academy. It’s a place where geniuses among geniuses and different species of different kinds gather. There is nothing strange about it.”

An elderly male judge standing next to her answered with a smile.

“Anyway, that’s a completely different realm than a genius like Luce wielding great magic, isn’t it? That alone is surprising, even the student Isaac… . That student is really, I think, the craziest student in the academy… .”

The female judge looked at Isaac and Tristan again. The two were pouring magic at each other.

“Is this a record? How could that be an E-class magical power, a student who was, in fact, the weakest in the academy… ? A kid who defeated a genius with an S-class magical power and responds to such an invisible attack as if it were natural… .”

“Isn’t that a strange sight?”

“Yes?”

The male judge chuckled.

“The reason I can’t let go of teaching at this age is because of students like that.”

Isaac and Tristan’s magic and fists crossed the time of training.

bleeding

Vomiting.

sometimes crying

sometimes fainting

The past days of living with all my might every day, so that my whole body was sweaty, my head was cramped.

They were constantly pouring on each other.

“Look. really… , isn’t it a heart-pounding sight?”

The female judge looked at Isaac and Tristan, immersed in her thoughts.

If she had been wrapped in wind magic like that, by now, Tristan would have been feeling extreme pain.

But he didn’t stop. Because he’s already been through this kind of pain.

Rather, he laughed out loud, “Ah ha ha ha!” and was just trying to forget his pain.

As for Tristan’s movements, Isaac was still chasing with his eyes.

woo woo woo—!

Crazy—-!

aah

Before long, Isaac induces Tristan’s movement with [Rock Collapse], and then blows [Crazy Blue].

Before long, he reached Tristan, cast [Freeze Explosion], and ended the match by bursting with ice magic.

Above the dungeon where the cold is raging. Isaac’s breath became pure white cold and flew in the wind.

The ice ingots that imprisoned Tristan turned into light blue magic and flew away.

Tristan, who had turned into a bloody body, filled with cold energy to the depths of his bones, collapsed in the dungeon as it was.

“End of Dalian! B-class Isaac wins!”

The referee announces the end of the match.

The cheers and applause of the students poured in. It was because the match between Isaac and Tristan was very admirable.

The medical team came running with a stretcher. Meanwhile, Tristan groaned and vomited blood and regained his consciousness.

“yet… , yet… .”

Tristan touched the floor with his trembling hands, trying to get up slowly.

As the side effects of fighting with the wind spread all over his body, he lost his strength and fell to the floor. It was overload.

Isaac looked down at him silently.

As if Tristan could still fight, he struggled to get up and fell down over and over again. A mixture of saliva and blood spilled out of his mouth, elongated like slime.

It was the memories of training that filled his head to get his body up.

It was an interesting and desperate biography of him who ran to him saying he would become a great wizard someday.

The little boy closed his eyes and let out a silent sigh.

Giving out his hand here would be an insult to Tristan, who is chasing after him in blood and sweat.

A bit of consideration would be poison to him on the contrary.

So he now has only one thing he can say to himself.

Isaac opened his eyes again, and said in a cynical voice.

“I won, Tristan.”

As soon as that single word fell, Tristan stopped.

Only then could the little boy turn his back.

“I will receive the review later.”

After saying that to the judges, Isaac put on his glasses again and left the dungeon.

The medical team rushed past him.

Isaac deliberately walked out without looking back.

at that time.

“under!”

Tristan’s confident laugh.

The little boy paused, turned his head back and looked at him.

“T, student Tristan! Come on, lie down here… !”

“You can’t move!”

Tristan was supported by the medical team and barely raised her upper body. But he wouldn’t climb on the stretcher, so the medical team was in trouble.

Tristan, whose face was covered in blood as if it didn’t matter, chuckled. A groan was added to the sound of his laughter, perhaps because of his blood sputum.

“Also… don’t admit it… ! Now, you are stronger than me… ! However!!”

A tone like a third-class villain.

Tristan deliberately raised his chin and showed a proud smile.

A arrogant voice resounded through the dungeon.

“If that’s all, then soon! Soon this body! I will crush you! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!”

Tristan giggled, then stopped talking and coughed. His blood splashed on the floor.

Tristan empirically understood the painful time of training that Isaac had spent so far.

What a painful day that damn bastard must have had to go from being the weakest E-class to the current level.

The reason he couldn’t defeat Isaac was probably because he lacked discipline.

Then, if he doesn’t want to lose to Isaac, he wants to jump over him.

He will have to work harder by pouring more blood and sweat.

No matter how angry he was, he would have to move forward without hesitation.

The little boy grinned with his gentle face, turned his head again, and left the place.

Tristan’s laughter slowly subsided. Soon, his eyes rolled over and he lost consciousness.