I Became a Time-Limited Swordsmanship Genius at the Academy

36. The Lloyder family

‘I can’t back down.’

It seemed that he had made up his mind.

Cezanne’s strength is more than twice that of mine.

In other words, he had to add twice as much power to ‘whether he could beat Cezanne or not’.

‘What is certain is that a strong man as strong as three cups is rare. A strong man like that is treating me as a guest, so I won’t kill him.’

This is an opportunity.

This Dalian was a great experience for me.

It would be foolish to fight assuming you’ve already lost.

Clap.

I straightened my sword.

I checked the sword with my eyes.

‘It’s rusted. There is a limit to the swords that the academy provides by default.’

I’m sure it won’t reach Cézanne.

Wouldn’t that be just a scratch on those ugly muscles, let alone a drop of blood?

Then…

“Can you wait a minute?”

“Hmm? Okay.”

I poured cold water on the heated atmosphere for a while.

After breaking through the wall of demons made like an arena, I was able to find someone standing alone.

Hooung!

The sound of a huge sword coming down from above is heard.

“Zahak.”

“…?”

Zahak is harassed, scorned, criticized, and ridiculed by members of Lloyder all at once.

I stopped swinging my sword when I called his name.

“Nice to meet you.

“……”

Zahhak did not answer.

He just ignored it and focused on his work.

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Great concentration. Concentration was essential to becoming a prosecutor.

I’m sure you won’t hear anything in that state. ‘Cause you’re covering your ears

I knew how to get these guys to open their mouths.

‘Where should I scratch?’

“Did you say it’s been around 20 years? But to me, it’s really bad. It’s like a child holding a branch and playing soldiers.”

“……”

Zahak was equally consistent in ignoring it.

But I could see a huge crack on his expressionless face, like lightning.

“Among my friends, I had a friend like you. A person who has no passion for swords, but has a better understanding of swords than anyone else.”

It was the story of Leatis Penrose.

Zahak’s ears perked up.

“You’d think so. Why can’t I grow even though I train? If I had trained like them during this time, would I have become better than I am now? The fear and doubt that walking a dark path alone could lead to a lost child gripped you. It will. I can be sure.”

“…Shut up. My efforts are not to belittle the likes of you.”

Zahhak, who had accurately penetrated his heart, bit his teeth.

I ignored it lightly.

“Don’t take it too negatively. All I want to give you is advice. Do you know what you lack right now?”

“I would have told you to shut up.”

An impatient Zahak switched his sword to mine.

The slightest movement would cut your throat.

I stare at you with murderous eyes.

‘I’m sure he’s going to be the best assassin in the future.’

I didn’t dare to lift a finger.

He barely opened his mouth while keeping his gaze fixed.

“You need someone to lead you.”

I grabbed the large greatsword around his neck.

The greatsword looked very heavy, but was also very light.

“That friend was ruined because he walked without enthusiasm, but he was able to carve his own way because he had a better understanding than anyone else. But you? Has anyone ever taught you a sword?”

Zahhak was taken aback by the sword.

Tak!

His sword was snatched away in an instant.

“What, what are you doing!”

“I’ll show you myself.”

Zahhak’s greatsword was really brilliant.

It had been rolling for several years, but it must have been well maintained, there was not a single rusty part, and the white naked body was more beautiful than any other woman’s naked body.

It will lightly cut down a falling leaf and cut through a thick rock with a single knife.

A famous sword.

He had never seen a famous sword in person, but he could tell at a glance that it was a famous sword.

“Look closely.”

Sock!

I swung the same way as Zahak did, with the same posture.

But the sound that came out was completely different.

The air splits and the wind cuts.

Zahhak, who had gained a keen eye after wielding the sword for a long time, recognized it at a glance.

“……”

Is that a sword?

I was speechless at the sword wielded by an outsider.

‘It’s a bit big, but it doesn’t matter. No, it might be better this way.’

The great sword is a weapon that is the exact opposite of Zahak, the Assassin. If you use a weapon that doesn’t match that much, you have to live without luck for the rest of your life.

I don’t care. Digest all the swords and draw the best sword path.

‘As the opponent’s size is large, a great sword would be better.’

After taking her weapon, Cézanne warmed her up for a while.

“You’re welcome. Isn’t that the sword Zahak-sama had?”

“I borrowed it for a while. As the opponent is the opponent, I have to do my best.”

“This has been recognized. It doesn’t feel too bad.”

Although he was friendly with the lady, he wasn’t arrogant at all. This is a polite young man that is rarely seen among demons!

The young lady’s prospective bride score was given a plus.

Passed both personality and knowledge.

If you have armed forces here…

‘The husband of the young lady who will never come again. You must not miss it!’

He set fire to his eyes.

As much as the opponent is the best, Cézanne does his best.

“Hmm!”

Flutter!

It spread its wings and lifted itself off the ground.

“You don’t seem to have wings, so I won’t soar into the air. But I’ll use them sparingly, as they’re not limiting my speed.”

“No, it doesn’t matter. I’ll do my best, so do your best.”

“…I understand.”

Cezanne liked El more and more.

Humility, yet arrogance about one’s skills is amazing!

That was also the confidence and essential virtue of the demons.

Cézanne has already established El as the bridegroom of the young lady.

Flutter!

Cézanne’s wings cried once more.

Now she had to raise her head stiffly to see Cézanne.

Maybe he just jumped in.

When the time for battle comes, Cezanne’s spirit engulfs El.

– You’re out of your mind, L.

‘Mr. Grandel.’

Grandel-sama’s voice spread in my head.

– I told you not to push yourself that hard. You’ll have to win by dropping everything you don’t really have. I’m honestly at my limit… But you have to say it’s like watching my son.

‘Did Grandel have a son?’

– It’s just words!

When I asked with a glance, Grandel burst into anger.

Soon she let out a sigh.

– Help me. It won’t die, but her son won’t get hurt.

Kwareung!

I hear lightning strike in my soul.

Sgun It wasn’t just a feeling.

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The power that travels through blood vessels.

Expanding field of view.

All demons that are clearly visible.

It seems to have been reborn.

– Ohhh… Be sure to win. Win and show those demons a move. What a human being is.

Nodded.

“You’ve grown stronger. What have you done?”

Sensing something unusual about her, Cézanne asked.

“Nothing.”

Summon a soul orb and insert a greatsword.

Catch up!

The sword was dyed into the sword in an instant, capturing sharpness and curses.

It’s not normal to accept a soul orb, perhaps because it’s a famous sword. It seemed that he ate more than twice as much as the other swords.

“Are you ready?”

“Okay.

“The fight is over until someone admits defeat. Even if you risk bleeding and dying, there may be danger if you don’t admit defeat.”

Nodded.

“Then come in first. I will tell you how heavy the weight is standing next to Lady Evelyn.”

I summoned frost to the greatsword.

The ground freezes in an instant and I create my own zone.

‘First, unconditionally strong. You must hit the target.’

The momentum is good.

It’s not just how I feel.

Damn it.

The speed at which frost gathers.

All movable paths of Cézanne.

The sword draws out the optimal moment.

I feel like everything is in my hands.

‘To me this is sparring, but it’s not sparring. If you’re not careful, you’ll die.’

I put things that I don’t usually put in.

Intention to kill.

As soon as the clear will to kill the other person was contained, the greatsword possessed ferocious momentum.

‘Frost Sword Type 2.’

Damn it!

The frost wrapped around the greatsword and El.

The snow crystals gather and coalesce to become a living killing weapon.

Pang!

It only took an instant for the L to be shot.

“I’ll take it.”

Cézanne did not dodge.

Befitting a descendant of a fallen dragon.

As a butler protecting Evelyn.

Also, like the second strongest demon here.

I fought head-to-head with arrogance.

***

Gulp.

Zahhak felt the burning pain in his eyes.

But he couldn’t close his eyes.

Kang, Kang!

Filling thirst is quenched with swordsmanship.

The stinging pain is resolved with El’s steps.

Every detail is alive.

It was an impenetrable wall.

Kakakakakak!

A gust of frost hit El and Cezanne.

Crystals try to gnaw rocks and bite skin like nature.

But there was no way.

“Suck!”

As Cézanne let out a breath, the center of the blast collapsed.

In an instant, a clear view.

The comfort of frost is gone.

But L did not back down.

Kang!

Borrow the power of a greatsword and aim for one point.

Just as not all rocks are invincible, there are weak points.

For humans, joints.

The same goes for demons.

Damn it!

I inserted a greatsword into Cezanne’s right arm, which slowed down for an instant.

“…Good judgment.”

Did I hit the rock? Or did you knock on the steel?

This is ridiculous skin.

But one thing is certain.

‘I entered.’

That means the attack hit.

Cezanne, who had been attacked in the joints, stepped back for a moment.

“Hook, hook…”

It wasn’t much of a fight, but I was already out of breath.

‘It’s a no-brainer to drag on and go to Earth War anyway. It’s not that Cezanne’s stamina is lower than mine, and the lower my stamina is, the more violent her voice articulation is.’

It’s a quick fight.

But plans don’t necessarily go as planned.

‘The frost doesn’t work. Even if it gets eaten, it’s just the skin… It’s the worst.’

A dragon is not a dragon for nothing. In addition, because it was a body that had given up magic and learned, the closeness of its muscles was harder than steel.

‘Still, it’s fortunate that the first stroke went in.’

I could see that Cézanne’s huge right arm had grown considerably duller than it had at first.

Looking closely, I saw a small wound on the joint side of my arm. The frost was burrowing into it like poison, infecting it.

The only place where you can win.

It was a spark of hope.

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Cézanne tilted her head as if a little puzzled.

“Maybe I was mistaken. I thought I couldn’t even put a finger on you if you brought me here…”

I cut her off.

Inhale.

“You seem a bit weak.”

Kagagak!

The sound came from right next to me.

Cézanne moved with her wings spread.

“Or are you looking after me?”

Boom!

“Kuh…”

She uses her perfectly fine left arm as a weapon.

Is this what it would feel like to push a criminal’s body away with a truck?

The floor was scratched and footprints continued.

– The gap is overwhelming. If we fought in the same weight class, we would win, but that assumption would be pathetic.

Grandel muttered nervously.

– There is nothing I can do to help.

I shook my head.

“I don’t need any help in the first place.”

‘Frost Sword Type 1’

Lean your upper body forward. Take advantage of the highest stat, agility, in a posture that receives the least resistance from the wind.

Poke.

Piercing a point.

It was an unbelievable stance to try with a greatsword, but it is a very light weight and naturally excellent sword. And, as humans themselves, the talent of the sword, El was easily digested.

Shaaak!

The sword that rode on Biram and Frost pierces Cezanne’s forehead in an instant.

No, that’s what I hoped for.

Tup!

“Still, you’re really good at swordsmanship. The swords I’ve seen so far have been trash.”

Because I grabbed the blade with my big hand right before it touched my forehead.

Boom!

Cézanne strikes her side with her free hand.

The wind crushes and creates a pore.

In the slow flow of time.

Elle read the huge, slow-moving hand with her eyes.

I think.

Thinking, imagining, and predicting the future.

It’s the sewage that steps back.

I rather go forward with my body bent.

“Hmm?!”

I can hear the sound of bewilderment.

I was relatively small and Cezanne was easy to dodge because he was in the air.

The sword bends downward and creates a long cut in an instant.

“…Are you going to go for a long time?”

Frost begins to bloom on very fine wounds drawn in a straight line from the neck to the crotch.

Cézanne brushed it off with her hand, but she couldn’t shake off the frost that had penetrated her skin.

‘That’s great. I never thought he would overcome the difference in physique.’

Cézanne dared not admit it. Especially the cold chill felt on her groin was greater than the threat to her life.

The physical difference was rather reversed.

‘That’s not all. I’m reading the flow of battle.’

I saw it.

All of El’s swords were visible.

But she couldn’t avoid it.

When she tried to move her foot to her place to escape, the spot was already eaten by El.

Her sword was stuck in the place she moved back to in a hurry, leaving her multiple camps.

It was Leatis’ ‘Death Sword’.

‘There is no back. The moment you withdraw, it’s over.’

Cezanne was fighting on a huge land mass, but I was fighting on a cliff where I couldn’t even move a single step.

Cézanne brushed her hand away from her ever-blooming chill.

Damn it.

Frost clings to the floor and makes a creepy sound.

Cézanne frowned at that.

“That’s annoying ice. It’s not like ice magic…”

She’s ice magic, so she’s different from the trivial things she’s seen.

“Are you from the North?”

“You can see the similarity.”

“I’m even more interested. I heard that the demons in the northern region… Are all dead!”

Boom!

The floor of the arena is hollowed out.

Cezanne flew like a butterfly.

“I will also show you one technique I am proud of.”

Spread her wings in the sky.

She starts to fall slowly as she pushes her shoulders.

Her body, flying like a butterfly, turns into a meteorite in an instant.

Kwakwakkwak!

The air gets compressed and moves out of place.

As he pushed with overwhelming momentum and weight class, a bloody noise rang out.

The golden dragon’s eyes predicted the attack path.

‘Death.’

It can’t be avoided.

All the ground looked red. It was a predicted attack range.

Is it possible to avoid a meteorite right in front of you?

I thought of the only number.

‘Frost Slasher Type 3.’

Put the sword vertically. Because the size of the greatsword was large, I was able to cover all of my body.

The frost sword’s only defensive method.

There are a total of 7 stances, but there is only one defensive technique.

However, ‘unique’ means that it is enough in itself.