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Clang!
Thwack!
Marius and Nubes' sparring repeated the same pattern.
Marius' real sword was blocked by Nubes' body, and Nubes' wooden sword beat Marius' body here and there.
Clang!
Thwack!
Leo Martien, head of the swordsmanship department, who was watching the sparring, opened his mouth.
"That guy has reached a realm now."
Professor Stella Cloud replied.
"He reached an absurd level at a young age. A tanker who blocks a real sword with his bare body. And how strong he is."
"I heard that he decided to become a tanker at Davian's suggestion."
"Yes."
"Davian Naone has a great eye."
"How was it last year?"
"Davian, you mean?"
"Yes."
"He was a very excellent student who absorbed everything he was taught. It's hard to believe he's a wizard double majoring. Now he handles mana swords freely."
"I'll make sure he goes one step higher this year."
Leo Martien smiled and nodded.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Crack!
Marius' shoulder bone broke.
"Ha, surrender. I surrender."
Nubes stretched out his thick arm.
Marius, who was lying down, flinched without realizing it.
"Good job, junior."
Marius, realizing the meaning of the outstretched arm, grabbed Nubes' hand and stood up.
"I respect you, senior."
Nubes, who showed a decent senior-like appearance, came down from the training ground and sat in the 3rd grade seat.
"Oh, Tank."
Bellum exclaimed and tapped Nubes on the back.
Hehe.
The monster who blocked a real sword with his bare hands turned his head and looked back at Bellum with a silly smile.
Group B's sparring continued.
Compared to Group C, some students began to endure it, but it didn't change the fact that they were beaten until something broke and then went down.
"Next, Group A, Ayla, come forward."
One of Werner Dyke's gang members tilted his head.
"What is it? Why suddenly Group A? I haven't been called yet."
"I'm in Group B and I haven't done it yet either."
"Huh? Me too."
Without any explanation, the sparring test continued.
Until the sparring of a dozen A group students was over, the names of Werner Dyke's gang were never called once.
"Wow... look at that red-haired senior's movement. It's art."
"Cool. Swordsmanship was so cool."
"The sword path is so smooth."
While everyone except the student who was being mindlessly beaten on the training ground was admiring Bonita's swordsmanship.
Clack!
"No hard feelings, freshman."
Bonita Portis' sparring, which broke the 1st grader's shin as it was, ended.
The opponent was Psyche Heries, the second strongest in the swordsmanship department.
After Psyche Heries' sparring was over, Stella Cloud opened her mouth.
"Davian Naone, onto the training ground."
Step, step.
Davian slowly climbed onto the training ground.
Professor Stella Cloud and Leo Martien, head of the swordsmanship department, had already given permission.
Davian, looking around below the training ground, opened his mouth.
"Liber Gundrin bastards. Come on up."
Werner Dyke, who had not yet grasped what was going on, frowned.
"What is he saying? Now."
"He, I think he's telling us all to come up?"
"Us?"
Come to think of it.
Most of Werner Dyke's gang had not yet taken the sparring test.
"Can't you understand? All you bastards who participated in the group beating of the 3rd grade senior on the street, come on up. Even the guys who ran away in the middle. If it's you, come on up."
In fact, there is nothing complicated.
Anyone who has not yet been named can go up to the training ground.
Werner Dyke's lips curled up.
"What, are you going to face us all at once? It's more than welcome. Let's go, guys."
Werner Dyke and his thirteen gang members climbed onto the training ground.
"Is it you guys?"
Werner Dyke smiled bitterly.
"Aren't you the famous senior Davian? You look very angry. Are you very close with that magic department senior?"
"You're Werner Dyke."
"Senior Davian even knows my name. It's an honor. But."
Whoosh, whoosh.
Werner Dyke swung his wooden sword around.
"Isn't the senior famous only in the magic department? I heard that you haven't even beaten that red-haired senior yet."
Bonita, who was listening to Werner's story in the 3rd grade seat, laughed.
'What kind of nonsense is that? It's been a while since Davian surpassed me.'
Judging by the way he's talking, he must have done some research, but that research is extremely lacking.
If he had done a proper investigation, he would have known that he should kneel down and beg.
Davian opened his mouth.
"Listen carefully. Liber wasn't beaten by you guys because he lacked skill. Liber Specula is now the genius among geniuses who has mastered mental magic to the highest level in our academy. He's not someone you guys can touch carelessly."
"Oh, is that so? But Senior Davian. Calling us all at once means you're going to face us all alone, right?"
Davian nodded.
"Did you hear that, guys? Surround him."
Werner's gang surrounded Davian and held up their wooden swords.
"It was clearly the senior who started it. No changing your words later. Ah, you're here for a swordsmanship sparring, so you wouldn't use magic in a cowardly way, would you?"
"Do I need to use magic to educate freshmen? Now, let's start the education."
Swish.
Davian's left foot seemed to stretch forward.
'Gasp!'
It disappeared from Werner Dyke's field of vision in an instant.
Thwack!
The target is one of the gang members standing on the right.
Thwack!
Thwack!
He's one of the better ones.
He's being beaten non-stop without even being able to use his hand.
He tries to lift his wooden sword to block it somehow, but it only cuts through the air after Davian's wooden sword passes by.
"What are you doing, you bastards! Attack!"
At Werner's cry, the gang rushed in.
Clack!
The wooden sword swung from behind was blocked by Davian's wooden sword.
"Are you next?"
Thwack! Thwack!
Davian's beating, changing the target, began.
"You're just one person! Surround him tightly!"
A dozen wooden swords stabbed or slashed at Davian.
But.
"Huh?"
"Huh!"
Not a single wooden sword brushed Davian's clothes.
Instead.
Thwack! Thwack!
Davian's junior re-education only continued steadily.
Werner Dyke's pupils shook greatly.
"What, what is this."
He can barely follow the afterimage with his eyes.
He can't even see properly how he avoids the wooden swords and beats his classmates.
Gurgle.
One of the gang members, hit in the crown of the head by Davian's wooden sword, rolls his eyes and foams at the mouth and collapses.
'I have to seize the victory before more kids collapse!'
Davian's flank, beating Konrad, came into Werner's eyes, who barely regained his senses.
'Gap!'
The swordsmanship master Dyke family basically pursues quick swords.
Werner Dyke has also been wielding fast swordsmanship that no one of his peers can match.
Swoosh.
The tip of the wooden sword stabs accurately into Davian's flank.
'Got it!'
At that time.
Davian, who had struck Konrad's shoulder with a wooden sword, stretched out his left hand.
Thud.
'Huh?'
It's a sword that was stabbed in quickly with all the power gathered.
Davian's left thumb and index finger grabbed Werner's wooden sword.
The wooden sword won't move as if it's stuck in a rock, even though he only grabbed the blade with two fingers.
"Is this all you've got? I was expecting a bit more since you're from a swordsmanship master's family."
After shifting the thumb and index finger holding the wooden sword away from each other.
Crack.
He broke Werner's wooden sword as it was.
With two fingers.
"Go get a new one. In the meantime, three of your gang will be foaming at the mouth and collapsed."
Whoosh.
Thwack!
The wooden sword that Davian struck vertically hit the crown of Konrad's head.
Gurgle.
His eyes rolled over and he foamed from his mouth.
Thump.
Even after collapsing as it was, he twitches his legs and convulses.
"Next."
While Davian was looking for the next crown, Werner hurriedly headed to the wooden sword rack prepared on one side of the training ground.
'Something's wrong!'
Crack!
The sound of splitting the crown of the head is heard from behind.
Each time he targets one person, he hits the thigh, then the flank, the arm, the shoulder, and finally the crown of the head.
Each place that was hit had broken bones and burst flesh, and when they were hit on the crown of the head, the sound of the skull breaking echoed throughout the stadium.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Crack!
Another guy foamed at the mouth and collapsed.
He hastily brought a new wooden sword, but he couldn't bring himself to rush in.
"What is this..."
The swordsmanship instructor of the family has never shown such movement.
The speed is so fast that it's hard to capture with your eyes.
The sword path is clean without any unnecessary movements.
And how well he controls his strength, the guys who were hit in the crown of the head after breaking four bones in their bodies all foam at the mouth and collapse.
Crack!
Gurgle.
Another one.
Now everyone is just hesitating and stepping back, and no one holds a wooden sword up to Davian.
It's obvious that if they get close, they'll be the next target.
"What, are you not fighting? This is your midterm exam. Is the professor giving you points if you just stand there and foam at the mouth and collapse?"
They had completely forgotten in the face of overwhelming force.
This is Elton Academy, and this is the first regular exam for freshmen.
"And if you just stand there blankly, you'll all be subject to expulsion."
How did they get into Elton Academy?
They can't do that.
"Hey! Argh!"
One guy swung his wooden sword wildly and rushed at Davian.
But.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ugh, ugh!"
Thanks to figuring out Senior Davian's pattern, he desperately lifted his wooden sword to defend his crown.
"What are you doing?"
Thwack!
Davian's kick struck his abdomen.
"Cough, cough!"
The impact was so great that he couldn't breathe for a moment.
The wooden sword he had lifted over his head to grab his stomach naturally went down.
Crack!
Gurgle.
"Next."
Werner Dyke couldn't understand this situation at all.
Has it only been about 5 minutes?
All of his gang members, except for himself, had foamed at the mouth and collapsed.
All the broken parts are the same.
Right thigh, left flank, right arm, left shoulder.
"What is this..."
And the only reason Werner is still standing without foaming at the mouth is not because he's skilled.
Davian was intentionally excluding him.
Step, step.
Davian approached.
Davian Naone walked into Werner Dyke's wooden sword reach without any defense.
"E, eek!"
He squeezed out all his power and swung his sword aiming for Davian's neck.
A single blow, a single chance.
If he doesn't knock Davian down with this attack, it's obvious that he'll end up in the same state as the gang members scattered around the training ground.
Thud.
But again.
Davian grabbed Werner's wooden sword with just his thumb and index finger.
"There was a request to leave one person behind."
"W, what?"
Davian, turning around, slowly walked down the training ground.
Instructors and staff members lined up and moved the students on the training ground to the temporary infirmary.
Medium Frill, who was standing outside the infirmary tent, shook his head.
"He said he was going to do it properly, and he really did. He made them all half-crippled. Did he hit the same place to make it easier for me?"
Twelve half-dead bodies are carried into the infirmary tent in a line.
Since everyone has broken the same place, there's no need to look at the wounds all over the place, just treat the same place for everyone.
"Should I try stacking them up and doing it?"
While Medium Frill was contemplating an innovative group healing magic.
"Hah."
Werner Dyke, seeing Davian completely leave the training ground, took a deep breath.
'There was a request to leave me behind? From whom? What on earth is he talking about?'
While Werner Dyke, who had not finished assessing the situation, was standing bewildered.
A senior walked up onto the training ground.
She untied the hair tie around her wrist and roughly tied her long red hair back.
"Are you the ringleader, you bastard?"
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