Academy’s Genius Swordsman

< 57. Baidian Mountains (6) >

#57

“Ahhh!”

“Wooing!!”

The double-glazed spear broke through the sound of the rain and resounded through the mountains. The twin-headed ogre raised his fists. Ronan ran off the ground and pulled the hilt.

‘It should take less than then.’

Ronan rushed to the right of the ogre and swung his La Mancha. The feeling of the tip of the knife cutting through the tough skin was transmitted through the fingertips.

At the same time, the ogre’s fist slammed into Ronan’s spot. bang!! The ground overturned in lumps, and soil that had not yet been wet jumped up. The head on the left, who turned his head a step late, roared.

“Woo!”

Indeed, La Mancha was a famous sword. A cut that looked like it had been drawn with a ruler was engraved on the ogre’s thigh. It was a result in contrast to his previous life, where he had to swing his sword hundreds of times in the same spot to get a valid hit.

“shit.”

However, Ronan’s expression was not bright at all. The wound wasn’t deep enough, and the healing was too fast. After a few seconds, the bleeding stopped, and even what had been buried was washed away by the rain.

At that moment, the ogre’s kick flew straight in. Ronan rolled over and dodged the attack. Before he could get up, a huge log fell over his head.

“Damn…!”

It was too late to avoid. Ronan swung his sword in a sitting position. The tree was shredded, revealing the ogre’s bewildered side. Ronan jumped straight up and hung on a tree trunk in the ogre’s hand.

“Gwok!”

The ogre placed the log. At the same time, Ronan stepped on a branch and jumped, inserting La Mancha into the ogre’s chest. Whoops! About 30% of the swordsman penetrated into the skin.

“Great!”

The ogre slammed Ronan with the other palm as if trying to catch a mosquito. Ronan jumped to the floor as if waiting. puck! The palm of the hand slammed the hilt, and at the same time, La Mancha was pierced deep into his chest.

“aah!”

“Wow!”

A painful cry erupted from both mouths. Seeing that he was bleeding, it looked like he had injured his internal organs. Ronan climbed up the ogre’s underwear and grabbed the hilt again.

I had to finish this time. Ronan pulled the hilt down and leapt to the ogre’s eyes. La Mancha drawn out as if drawn out drew an arc.

Scratch! A red line appeared on the forehead on the left side of the head, and blood and brain water gushed out. Upon seeing his brother’s death, his right head opened his eyes and screamed.

“Wow!”

“You should go too.”

spatula. A series of slashes cut off the head on the right side of the head. I could feel the arteries and neck bones being cut clearly. thud! The ogre’s massive body swung backwards. Ronan, who landed, muttered bitterly.

“It would have been better if we had fought while we were sane.”

As the ogre stopped breathing, the flickering stigma on his chest slowly faded. Blood mixed with rainwater was running down the slope.

Even after an unsuccessful match, he wasn’t very happy. Ronan ran down the mountain road with the body of his old rival behind him.

As it got closer to the temple, the surrounding landscape was becoming increasingly desolate. Trees were broken or uprooted. The corpses of mountain beasts and ogres were scattered everywhere.

Looking back, neither the volcanic cones nor the turbulent mana could be seen anymore. Ronan finally arrived at his destination and stopped in place.

“…Fuck.”

The land was turned upside down like the furrows of a planter. The forest surrounding the temple had turned into a bumpy vacant lot.

In the ruins that were destroyed without leaving even a single pillar, the appearance of the temple could not be found. Just as I was about to move, I heard the voices of a man and a woman crushing the sound of rain.

“how···.”

“I told you. The time has come to grow old.”

It was the voice of Sarante and Brygia. Ronan hurriedly turned his head. I saw Phrygia standing in the rain in the middle of the ruins. Sarante was still invisible because it was hidden behind her back.

‘After all, that year…!’

Ronan licked his lips. He approached Brygia while hiding as much as possible. Sarante’s voice was heard again.

“What number… did you use…?”

“That is what I want to ask. Without the help of the stars, it would have been really dangerous.”

“Blessings of the stars…and another strange power…”

As she got closer to a certain extent, Brigia’s figure caught her eye properly. Ronan frowned when he saw the horrendous mourning.

The lower left elbow was neatly amputated. His clothes were almost all torn and he was almost naked. Blood was still dripping from his right ear, which had more than half gone. It was a shockingly serious injury to stand still.

“I didn’t even know it would be like this. It’s such a power that it’s not perfect yet… I think you can understand why executives use dragons to get promoted.”

Even so, there was lightness in Brigia’s voice. I even felt a sense of relief that it was so happy that it was over.

So what the hell happened to Sarante? Ronan, who gradually narrowed the distance, was finally able to see Sarante.

He was breathing heavily as he leaned against the statue of Seniel. At first glance, the priest’s uniform and both ears seemed to be in better condition than that of Brigia.

The problem was that the lower body had completely disappeared. There was an absurd amount of blood gushing out from below where the waist should have been.

Ronan’s eyes widened. He reflexively pulled the hilt and rushed towards Brygia. Just before the blade reached her neck, Brygia turned her head slightly, making eye contact with Ronan and smiling.

“Oh, that kid.”

Brygia raised her hand. Kang! La Mancha stopped in vain without cutting her off. Suddenly, in Brygia’s hand, a dagger with a glowing black energy was held. Ronan, who fired his sword in succession, exclaimed as if vomiting.

“You bitch! What have you done!!”

“Thank you so far. It was nice to have a wide back.”

There was no sense of urgency in his smirk. The sword strike was blocked again, but Ronan swung the sword non-stop.

Kang! Kang! Kang! Every time their arms moved, sparks splattered in the rain. Brigia opened her mouth as she leisurely avoided or blocked Ronan’s attack.

“Then why did you come? I saved him as much as he could, but if he does, he has no choice but to kill him.”

“Shut up···!”

Ronan opened his eyes. Because it was around the lei, the flow of mana was scattered everywhere. Ronan fired a slash along the flow that stretched toward Phrygia.

“uh?”

The sword strike, several times faster, flew through the raindrops. Sensing the danger, Brigia hurriedly took a defensive stance. Kaang! The dagger, unable to withstand the shock, jumped into the air.

“Wow!”

“Look!”

It was the car that Ronan was about to wield the sword again. Suddenly, an eerie energy climbed up Ronan’s back neck. Ronan, who stopped attacking according to his instincts, pulled back. bang! A huge thorn made of shadows rose from exactly where Ronan was. Phrygia’s voice came through the thorn.

“It’s pretty good.”

“You’re using fucking technology.”

Ronan regained his posture and sprinted towards Brigia again. The thorns soared as soon as my feet fell off the ground. At the same time, the air shook, and five thorns sprouting from different directions were shot at Ronan.

Ronan swung his sword five laps. Scratch! The thorns were cut along the sword, revealing the figure of Phrygia. Ronan clenched it. Jet-black, sinister mana was rising over her shoulder. A familiar halo of light was twinkling like the stars in the night sky. A chewy slurp escaped from between Ronan’s lips.

“. . . Nebula Clazier.”

“What? How do you do that…”

Ronan fired a sword instead of answering. Brygia swung backwards to dodge the attack. The shadow that had fallen under her feet climbed up her legs. With her eyes completely changed, she shot at her with a lively voice.

“Where did you hear that name?”

“Your mother told me.”

“…I really can’t keep him alive.”

Phrygia swung her remaining arm like a whip. wow! The blade of a shadow long enough to see no end was shot at Ronan. It was an unbelievable skill for a person who was seriously injured.

“shit!”

Ronan raised his sword vertically. The two-sided, flying shadow collided with the mountain peak, causing a huge explosion. But the offensive was not over. The thorns that rose like fingers rushed to Ronan again. A single thorn that could not be cut pierced Ronan’s shoulder.

“Ugh!”

blood splashed The pain came, but there was no time for pain. The thorns of the shadows wriggled like vines, chasing after Ronan. I would do anything to narrow the distance, but access itself was impossible. Sarante’s voice suddenly resounded in Ronan’s head as he was in the midst of slashing back the thorns.

[Ronan. Step back.]

“Hey, be surprised. Were you alive?”

[Not yet. I’ll buy you some time. Take a break and run away.]

Suddenly, I felt my fingertips tremble. Instinctively feeling the danger, Ronan turned his back and started running. Brygia scoffed.

“Are you running away after all your pretense?”

Brygia waved her hand with a smirk. Again, a crescent-shaped shadow was shot towards Ronan. Ronan did not hit him, but leaned back to avoid it. It was a moment when a shadow passed like a shadow over Ronan’s head. Suddenly the sky brightened.

“What?”

Brygia raised her head. At the same time, a huge lightning bolt fell over her head. Aww! Electric current mixed with mana exploded, and blinding flashes covered the son-in-law. Now was the chance. Ronan ran in a different direction and saw Sarante, who had been halved.

“Damn, did you just do that?!”

[Why did you come this way!]

“Then you just let me die? And I think that year would have been better anyway.”

[Probably not. Put me down and run away now. Don’t let Seniel give you a chance.]

“yes? What does that mean?”

Ronan frowned. Then the flashes faded and Brygia appeared.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.”

Standing still and breathing heavily seemed to have shocked him, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with his body. monstrous year. Something caught Ronan’s eyes as he murmured.

‘Is that…?’

A translucent film flickered around Brigia’s body. It was a bizarre curtain that gave a completely different impression from the Mana Shield, but I felt a strange feeling. Sarante continued to speak as if deplorable.

[Ah, this time too…,]

“Isn’t that the only thing I see? What is that?”

[I call myself ‘Blessing of the Stars’, but I don’t know either. All attacks that touched it were either drained or destroyed.]

“Are all attacks … not working?”

[yes. I don’t know what kind of power it is, but the level itself has changed. It’s not something you can deal with.]

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. I must have seen it before. Brigia, who was picking her breath, opened her mouth.

“Heo Eok… you can’t be vigilant too, Sarante. Heck, you almost died this time.”

“dastardly···.”

“hahaha, that’s cowardly… hahaha, anyway, your chances of winning are completely lost with this…”

Brygia stretched out her hand. As the shadows gathered, the dagger Ronan had struck before reappeared. She turned the dagger one turn and said, glaring at Ronan and Sarante.

“It’s getting boring little by little… Huh, let’s finish it.”

Shadows gathered under Phrygia’s feet. The shadow that climbed up her body covered her body like armor. The shadow that grew on the dagger took the shape of a long sword. One after another, the space behind her back shook, revealing hundreds of thorns.

It looked like he was preparing for the final blow. A tired voice came from under the helmet of shadows.

“My friend’s neck… hahaha, I’ll have to take it myself…”

“Ahhh···.”

Sarante, pale as a corpse, let out a desperate sigh. He explained that while that shield was active, Brygia was virtually invulnerable. The moment he heard those words, Ronan’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. The name of the chewy cub, which never forgets, was in my head.

‘Ahayute…!’

reminded me The shield surrounding Brigia had an impression similar to that felt from that motherfucker.

Ahayute drained or destroyed all attacks except for Ronan. The scattered thoughts were put together like a puzzle. A group that worships bald people. The power of bald men.

Ronan pondered for a moment and whispered to Sarante.

“Sarante.”

[yes?]

“Can you make a gap just once?”

[What do you mean by that…]

“I don’t want the same thunderbolt as before. I really like even the smallest thing. So···”

Ronan whispered the strategy he had crafted in haste. Sarante, who had been silent with a questionable expression, nodded. At that moment, Brigia’s figure disappeared from view.

“Goodbye, Sarante.”

Ronan focused. As time slowed down, I could see Brigia rushing in. Behind her back were thorns that were shot one step late, tearing through the heavy rain. In a desperate moment, I heard Sarante’s whisper in my ear.

“…Wind Spear.”

Nettle juice! A magic circle appeared in the air, and a spear made of wind was shot towards Brigia. At the same time, Ronan ran out and swung La Mancha.

The distance narrowed in an instant. Ronan was slightly faster. Brigia, who had been looking at Ronan’s slash and Sarante’s magic alternately, turned to Sarante’s magic.

It was a very rational and rational decision. It is clear that protection will be blocked anyway, but it is natural that the magic of a skilled wizard is more threatening than the swordsmanship of a young kid you see for the first time today.

And that decision changed her fate. La Mancha ripped the shield as it was and drew an arc. Scratch! Phrygia’s head soared into the air.