Sword Whisperer

The birth of a celebrity in the Colosseum is usually after the main line.

He didn't even know who he was in the preliminary round. When more than a hundred people saw each other's barracks, it was easy to obscure who they should be staring at.

Nevertheless, Van drew everyone's attention.

"…… Brother, you are amazing. ”

Upon returning to the property, Lee was struck in half with a glimmer of eyes. Of course, I wasn't waiting for him. Other early family warriors sighed as they saw him.

"Isn't that too human? Our swordsmanship didn't end with a single stab. ”

”I felt like playing with the kids. ”

"Was it okay? ''

Van shrugs with a smile. Hezelek, who was by his side, sighed.

I thought it was him as soon as I saw him stab. That kind of neat stabbing doesn't come from anyone. ''

The martyr of the early family who participated in this preliminary round was Hezlek. There was no way to know who would compete together, as Joe was selected every day. Hezleck shook his head.

"At least I'm glad I'm not around. What's that disgrace if I cut him off for nothing?"

"If I did, would you have cursed me? ''

”Curse is the problem. Maybe he was trying to get revenge. ”

”I think it's too much for your skills. ''

"…… do you want to play a game? ''

In the end, Hezleck also added one defeat to his entire battle with Van.

'Too weak. ’

I didn't mean to do it because of Hezlek and other warriors. Today's preliminary round was, frankly, a continuation of disappointment. No matter how, how no one can strike him right once.

Maybe it was natural. Even if the group from the great Earl family is here right now, they won't be able to do half the swordsmanship. Others will die.

In a way, if no one is stronger than him, it may not be grumbling, as there is a high chance of winning. Nevertheless, Van wanted to meet the right opponent. An opponent who doesn't seem to be able to win even if he brings his power.

'You sound so full. ’

However, the fulfilled wish was soon fulfilled.

Four days later, there was the fifth preliminary round.

Van found the enemy.

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The second, third and fourth games were honestly nothing different than the first. Of course, even those who hid their skills might be stronger than they thought, but even if they revealed their hidden skills, they would not be as strong as Van expected.

The redhead that crept behind the mask was an impressive man. With a broad sword in his hand, he was a frozen impression when he first saw it. I hardly ever saw the right people with double-edged swords.

But, he was different.

He didn't seem to care that it was the most important thing for him to be the last eight. He runs like a wild dog, and bites. As I was tired of continuing this boring game, I couldn't help but look like a barbarian in a legend.

When they decided to enter the Academy and draw a rosy future, the warriors became just a frightened flock in front of him. Every time he approached, they were pathetic to see them tearing apart without even thinking about hitting the knife properly, but the crowd didn't even think about seducing him. It was a fight like that. That's what an overwhelming fight is. That's a warrior. I'm forced to get that impression.

'Can I stand up?'

I didn't want to know if it was that much of a knife trick. At least 2 stars, maybe…… 3. Van axed his lips with his tongue. My fingers are itchy. I'd like to stand on that stadium right now. Against him, I wanted to suck all his life that had seeped into his sword.

"…… I thought Van was the only obstacle. ”

Hezelek murmured with a sigh. I didn't understand him saying that either. That redhead, he was an unthinkable monster.

Van has increased the intensity of his training since that day. After beating too easily in the preliminary round, my heart was loosened for a moment.

'The world is wide.'

Think of the first time we met. He was almost killed by one of his pricks.

He was still insufficient to be arrogant.

That is why the man who encountered him in the 64th grade was unlucky. No, I was already unlucky in that I had to fight Van from the start.

He was a gentleman of that beggar.

"…… I don't underestimate you. ”

The waiting room. The man looks at Van and opens his mouth. This time he was wearing an armor made of wolf leather, and his weapon had a bigger, longer axe than the last one. He looks at Van's tapping and opens his mouth.

”Are you from the Seconds? ''

"Yes. I learned swordsmanship there."

"... I can understand why you're so strong. Are all the Seconds that strong? ''

"Well…… I simply put my trust in my body. Those who shed blood are hard to compare. ”

I just had a fight with the young lady right now. Although it is said that it is a draw, the extent to which Van could reach the end of his training was such that he would not be defeated by the Spirit. Of course, that's great, but what if it was real? If the spirit comes to kill him....

"It's McDead."

"It's half."

”I admit you're strong, but you better not think about me so easily. I was the strongest of our villagers. ”

"Power..."

It's a shame you're dealing with a powerful warrior, but I'm pretty familiar with it. Seeing Van fight, McDead thought of quite a lot, but that won't be enough. Van smiles and wipes my sword.

The trumpet sounded. Van moves forward with the Longsword of the Early Family. The crowd that saw his clothes sounded shaky. Since the Blader of the Early Family was a regular member of this Colosseum, I could also understand their nodding and admiring.

— The Blader of the Seconds, Van. McDead in the Black Mountains. His Majesty will see your bravery. Fight with your best.

And again, the sound of the trumpet.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

McDead threw up his roar, knocking on his chest. It was a menace. Those who are unfamiliar with combat, so much so that they don't want to loose their legs without hearing the sound of that shout.

But because he looks so weak, Van has had quite a hard time in his own way.

McDead swings the axe. It was a fast pace that didn't suit the masses. It might be natural to be strong.

But it was still lacking.

"You're too fat to be a warrior."

"Clear.........!"

A large mass can sometimes exert a sense of intimidation, but it was meaningless to an opponent whose sense of intimidation did not work. If he had struck his whole body in heavy armor, the story would have been different. You can't strike properly with a dizzy attack, so you wouldn't have thought of countering easily with such a big move.

But all he had to do was put on leather armor.

The martyrs of the '' Sec family don't wear armor or anything. Do you know why? ''

McDead didn't answer. He couldn't afford it. I was busy shaking my axe right now.

In the eyes of an unruly crowd of combatants, it would seem that McDead was unilaterally pushing Van. Half of them didn't swing a sword right now.

But the reality was different. For Van, the MacDead Axe will not pose a slight threat. Thanks to that big chunk, I could see where his axe was going, even if the muscle was moving a little bit.

If you already know where to swing, can you get hit?

"Whether it's a sword or a fist, everyone thinks it's better to look and avoid it. Speed is a skill for a martial artist. Like you can't even hit me right now."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ''

"Screaming doesn't make it any faster. McDead. And……"

Van is blurred. And it was that moment. Van's long sword flashes and swings, and McDead's axe sack is cut off. Looking at McDead with only a sack of axe left, Van said quietly.

There's no point in the power of not being so organized. ”

"Van..!"

”Are you going to surrender? Or is it better to sneeze and surrender? ''

McDead grabs his fist instead of answering. Looking at McDead running with a roar, Van raises his mouth.

"Ignorant."

I didn't hate that ignorance.

Van passes through McDead. McDead's chest had already suffered a long cut. McDead, who looked down at my wound as if he couldn't believe it, fell on his knees...

A cheer exploded.

Half of the Seconds.

It was a moment when the name was clearly imprinted on the inhabitants of Citadel.