Sword Master, Becomes a failed student

“I never expected it, but · · · · · · · ·. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“I'll show you. I can do it. ”

Heavy and serious, the ambassador that you may feel depends on the person.

But no one in the audience laughed at the Lumen.

because he was already immersed in the splendid atmosphere he had created.

Rather, many people expressed their curiosity to the Lumian. I can't believe I didn't get anyone's expectations. Why would I say that?

The answer immediately came out.

“That guy was last grade until last year. ”

“It was overwhelming. I didn't know he was gonna make it to the finals every time I failed. I was ranked first in the exam all of a sudden, but still. ”

Stories about luminous people popping up all over the place.

People stared at the stage with a look of understanding.

However, no one would have expected him if he had always been a hypocrite. Maybe you thought it was pathetic.

But coming all the way up here means we've completely wiped out that pathetic past.

The crowd did not laugh at the Lumen. Rather, I began to look more favorably at him, who had climbed from the bottom.

Of course, Carl Kroner was different.

Bleeding

He smiles slightly.

Those who stand here to defeat themselves, who have been trying so hard, have met so many.

And every one of them knelt down before him.

He would have done the same thing. I admit that I surprised myself a little, but the game is over as long as I'm willing to do my best.

‘I'm happy you got my power back. ’

Carl Kroner smiles.

The iron-faced expression made me feel dangerous and seductive. Screams erupted from some of the women's mouths.

The voice of the referee announces the start of the match. Carl Kroner heads straight for the lumen.

Bang, bang!

Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom!

A step that quickly cleared the gap. And seven swift attacks.

A groaning comes from the lumen's itch. He comes close to defending himself and stumbles backwards.

One shot, Carl Kroner's body retreats back.

And with one breath, another onset of blindness.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Boom! Boom!

Carl Kroner's attack was overwhelming.

It was smooth and sharp and heavy. It was as beautiful and merciless as the wings of a butterfly made of steel.

The spectators all breathed with shocking skills not seen at the cadet level.

The sound of breathing comes from their mouths after Carl Kroner has finished more than twenty attacks and has retreated.

“Is it worth it? ”

“Phew, phew, phew. ”

The Lumian is unable to respond to Carl Kroner.

It was a short workshop, but it was a waste of energy. Seeing him breathing heavily, Carl Kroner smiles again.

“I'll go again, show me. I can do it. ”

Finished, Carl Kroner lunges for the third time.

The Lumian raises his sword with a stiff face.

* * *

Kwaang, bang!

The sound of the sword and sword colliding constantly echoes through the arena. I could barely hear anything else. If I could hear it, I could only breathe.

It was strange.

It is not a museum where silence is forced, nor a concert. A swordsmanship that deserves to be cheered for.

Watching the game quietly, without saying anything onstage, what does that mean?

But no one questioned him.

Boom!

Kuang!

Kuaang!

“Tsk!”

Carl Kroner looks back, annoyed, after attempting a vertical slash three times in a row. His gaze is directed at the opponent.

Already exhausted. I felt like I could defeat the rebellion of the colony and easily win an honor if I pushed it a little further.

· · · · · · · How many times did you think?

I don't know. He gave up counting.

“Phew, Phew. ”

“Cough, cough, cough, cough! ”

Carl Kroner takes a deep breath as he shrugs.

I was proud to be more powerful than others, but I felt tired and tired. Of course, it was nothing compared to the Lumians. He was on the verge of dying.

That made no sense.

How the hell is he standing?

How do you get your sword in a normal situation when you have to put your stamina on the ground, not your mind, but your will?

When I think about it, the Lumian steps toward me.

And then came a huge slash of power.

Ka 'ang!

“Ugh!"

Carl Kroner, who quickly raised his sword and stopped the attack, frowns.

Even attacking in this situation. It was ridiculous.

It was unacceptable. Though he was cautious for a moment, his pride engraves a big scar on his back as he lets the man who was pushing him for a long time.

He rushes forward with a loud roar.

“Khhhhh!”

Boom! Ka 'ang!

And then there's the steel butterfly storm again.

Carl Kroner's wings spill brutally, and the Lumians block them. Twist, cough, cough. I screamed with my body and mouth and struggled to stop it.

30 minutes to live like that.

Carl Kroner cannot help but acknowledge the Lumian Khalard.

“Huff, huff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff." ”

“Huff, huff, huff! ”

Carl Kroner's breath is now severely roughened.

Of course, the Lumian's condition was much worse, but it was the same as before and now. Rather, the horror of being able to reveal the floor first rests in Carl Kroner's head.

You take a step back and look at the lumen with the eyes of Carl Kroner. It's as if the answer is silent.

I don't think it's a good idea to give time to the exhausted opponent. I just thought I'd have to hear the answer from the Lumian somehow.

I think I read Carl Kroner's mind.

The lumen has barely breathed, and a monologue spills from his mouth.

“I was a 10,000 year old scholar who everyone laughed at and ridiculed. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Neither my classmates, senior, subordinate, professor, nor anyone, expected of me. No one told me I could do it. ”

It was definitely monologue.

I never spoke to Carl Kroner. The sound itself was not loud enough to be heard by someone far away.

A slow, faint sound of words, as if it were a spell to catch your mind.

But with magic footage, everyone watching the stage could hear his monologue.

“I mean, I can't sit down right now. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Until I show you, I can't fall down. ”

Finally, the Lumian's feet move again.

Carl Kroner, overwhelmed by the power of the Lumen, quickly recovers. Then, after groaning, I ran out in front of him.

Another race resumed.

It was a devastating and beautiful sight.

Even the handsome nobleman frowned and the stubborn challenger who stumbled but did not eventually collapse looked like a well-woven play. No, I felt something the theater couldn't contain.

The audience couldn't help but hold hands and stare at the stage.

‘The atmosphere is better than I thought. ’

Theoro, of course, was different from them.

He glanced at the audience with an expressionless expression without even touching the words.

‘I thought the dialogue or behavior was too much, but it was not too much because the atmosphere was well formed. ’

The atmosphere at the arena was exactly what he and the Lumians intended.

I could tell by the eyes of the audience. They were imagining the past the way they did.

The Lumen must have received it.

A laughingstock the Lumians would have received.

The perseverance, will and effort that the Lumians have spent to overcome this!

They were being drawn in their own way. in hundreds and thousands of different forms.

And there won't be any stories that aren't beautiful.

This created a much more favorable atmosphere than I had originally thought.

‘But women's expressions are a little uneasy. ’

Theoro looks at some women with sharp eyes. You feel dreamy, overwhelmed by the spleen of the Lumen.

But Theoro could tell. The moment the Lumians hit Carl Kroner, the well-crafted plays will be shattered and they will wake up from their dreams. And again, there will be a disadvantage to the Lumians.

You may not accept Carl Kroner's defeat, and you may curse the winner, Lumian.

Carl Kroner's influence on the ladies was that great. As hard as it can be to get away with throwing away all sorts of acts.

‘Winning is too risky, so let's go with the original plan. ’

Theoro makes his decision to send a signal to the Lumen.

It's just a gesture, but the Lumian sees it as a ghost. And then I nodded a little.

Theoro shakes his head as he sees it.

I can't believe you spent the last year with those monstrous skills and monstrous eyesight. I couldn't make sense of it.

Of course, Theorro's confusion was of no importance to the current Lumian.

It was only important to finish the finals brilliantly. He gives strength to the eyes.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Carl Kroner lunges at the right moment.

Judging by his eyes and strength, he seems determined to put an end to this long fight.

The Lumian welcomes you as well. He runs out to face you exhausted.

By the way, tiredness was not an act. It was really hard to die.

The aftermath of using too much error images was too great. He wanted to fall asleep in bed right now.

Of course, even in difficult conditions, the ability was sufficient to create the desired end.

“Ahhhh!”

The Lumian roars roughly. With him, the sword stretches out with heavy force.

Same speed as Carl Kroner's sword. Similar parts.

However, you stand still, unable to hit where the Lumian's black target was.

He holds a sword to Carl Kroner's throat and breathes a harsh breath.

“Huff, huff! ”

“Hehe, hehe, hehe! ”

And so was Carl Kroner.

Two contestants, each with a sword to the left of each other's neck, vomiting their own short breath as if they were going to collapse immediately.

The Judge who was watching them hurriedly rushes to shout.

“Poetry, stop the match! Match Stopped!”

“What, what happened? ”

“Stop?”

In a situation where no one could raise their hand, the referee declared a halt. Then I went to the meeting with a few members of the team.

People were surprised by the unexpected results and put their minds to rest.

“What, what's going on? Is it even?”

“The Lumians have been disadvantaged the whole time, don't you think it's a little over? ”

“Aigoo, I should commend you for creating a similar situation in the meantime. It makes no sense to raise Carl Kroner's hand because you've been pushed before.” “Well, then. ”

Carl Kroner's reaction to victory was minimal. Most of the audience, even the referees, the athletes and the professors of the engineering department, were thinking it was right to draw a draw.

However, there was only one person who did not agree with either opinion.

Lord Barcal, Jennas' senior knight, who was watching the finals at the top, thought as he tightly grasped the armrest of the chair.

‘That kid is deliberately hiding his skills! ’