As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Great! Your magic is better than mine."

"No way."

Sam smiled embarrassedly:

"Mr. Garcia taught me to do this..."

——2 wins and 1 tie!

With the first-year freshmen against the third-year old students, this record can be described as extremely brilliant!

Unlike the elation of the special recruitment class, everyone in Class A of the third grade had a gloomy face.

There were also many people who shed tears and looked unwilling.

"Don't be discouraged, you still have a year to graduate."

Tabor Patry looked at the dejected students and comforted everyone:

"Don't forget, we are Class A... If you can perform well, you can stay in school for further studies after finishing the third grade."

He patted the two lost male students next to him, and said with a smile:

"At that time, you will be the most outstanding young people in Farnes, who will laugh at you for today's failure?"

"But... Teacher Tabor, we could have won!"

A student sobbed and replied:

"An's water magic can just restrain that big man... Lightning magic can also make those two who only know how to attack physically suffer. They have nothing to do with us."

"Then win back next time."

Tabor Patry rarely reprimanded them:

"And we didn't lose so completely, there was at least one draw."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head, looked at the silver-haired girl in the distance and said slowly:

"What's more... this exchange match is not over yet."

"Mr. Tabor?"

The students all looked up at him in a daze.

From their mentor, they felt a strong fighting spirit!

"It seems... there are still people who don't give up."

The silver-haired girl immediately sensed this fighting spirit.

She raised a hand to signal the students in the special recruitment class to be quiet.

Then he turned his face and looked at Tabor Patry from a distance.

As the eyes of the two met, the surroundings fell silent for an instant.

The silver-haired girl slowly pulled out the sword at her waist and walked towards the middle of the field.

Tabor Patry also had a serious expression. He adjusted his gloves and followed her to the midfield.

——The weapon he uses is very special, not a magic wand or a sword, but a pair of shining metal gloves.

This kind of glove is the same as the magic sword. It can be used to cast spells or be used to attack directly. At the same time, it also has strong defensive power. It can be regarded as a fairly comprehensive equipment.

"I have a proposal."

When he was about 10 meters away from the silver-haired girl, he stopped and said:

"If the two of us engage in a full-on fight, it will definitely cause serious damage to the surrounding area, and may also injure the students."

"How about another way, what do you think?"

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"Oh? Talk about it."

The silver-haired girl neither agreed nor refused.

He just stood there quietly and asked indifferently.

"—very simple, none of us use magic."

Tabor Patry stretched out a finger and suggested:

"What do you think of fighting with only physical skills?"

The reason why he made this suggestion was because he had no idea.

On the opponent, he faintly felt a kind of pressure.

That is the pressure that only appears when facing a high-ranking magician, which means that the opponent's magic level is likely to be higher than his own!

However, he is very confident in his physical skills, so confident that he thinks that there are few opponents in the entire Farnese.

"Row."

The silver-haired girl nodded slightly, her expression seemed calm.

In fact, my heart has already blossomed with joy!

If there really was a head-to-head magic duel, she would also have no idea.

After all, her current level is at the third level, and Tabor in front of her is at least at the fifth level.

In other words, the other party is at least a great magister, who is two levels higher than himself!

But if she didn't use magic, her chances of winning would undoubtedly increase several times.

"Of course, you can use a sword."

Tabor Patry used a self-confident and unrestrained smile, and said grandly:

"I heard that Your Excellency's ancestor is the Sword Saint Fan Lun Garcia... I have always been looking forward to a peak duel with the descendants of heroes."

Peak your size!

I'm afraid this bastard has never experienced a real beating.

The silver-haired girl secretly despised:

It's just a guy who is good at physical skills among magicians, but he thinks he is very strong?

Let me just let you see what despair is today.

She didn't respond to the other party either, and directly hung the sword to her side.

Then stood there silently, looking as if enjoying the scenery.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Tabor's combat experience is also considered rich, but he has never seen such a weird starting move.

——Neither attacking nor defending, just standing there like that.

"Is this a special nirvana?"

He thought suspiciously, and secretly added a little vigilance in his heart.

When the two were confronting each other quietly, the students beside them watched with bated breath.

——Whether it's a 3rd grade old student or a 1st grade freshman, everyone's palms are sweating.

Because they couldn't guess the outcome of this battle, they didn't know who would win between the two mentors.

"Mr. Garcia...is your sword skill strong?"

A female student couldn't help but secretly asked the classmate next to her.

She was one of the 2 who left after class and did not see the conflict that took place.

Although the silver-haired girl had struck out with a sword just now, that sword used magic after all.

——In her cognition, sword energy and that kind of black flame are both a kind of magic.

"It should be... very strong."

The students who were asked were also a little uncertain and gave uncertain answers.

Back in the classroom, the silver-haired girl just slapped people with a book and a broom, and never used a sword.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and neither side attacked first.

However, the silver-haired girl was always calm and stable as Mount Tai; but Tabor Patry gradually became unable to stand up:

So evil!

After observing for a long time, he felt that the other party was full of flaws.

It seems that the standing posture and the way of holding the sword are purely for decoration and useless at all.

This feeling made him feel itchy, but he was also afraid of falling into the other party's trap, so he quickly became impetuous.

"No! If this continues, I will lose."

Immediately he realized something was wrong:

"We must find a way to test the reality."

So he went from standing still, to slowly starting to jump.

His steps resemble those of a boxer on Earth, flexible and varied;

Sliding steps left and right, retreating back and forth, feinting and sprinting, circling back and forth... From time to time shorten and extend the distance with the opponent; used to look for opportunities to attack.

Can't stand it anymore?

The silver-haired girl remained motionless, quietly waiting for her opponent to make a move.

Tabor Patry's pace is getting faster and faster!

He circled around the silver-haired girl several times silently.

The moment he moved sideways to the blind spot behind him, his eyes burst into a bright light, and he launched an offensive brazenly!