Became the Academy’s Munchkin Power Priest - Chapter 50



50 – Sword Dance

Quaaang!

“f*ck…. Somebody take the flag!”

“Do you have any more powerful magic?”

Those who had been showing their teeth and growling at each other were soon uniting and aiming for Gran.

Without unity, we would never have dreamed of capturing the flag. Even if they were united, it was not something they could take away.

Gran’s resistance was strong. He defended the flag without overdoing it. He surrounded him and tried to attack them together, but he backed away and swung the iron so loud that there was no way he could do anything.

Did or blocked magic attacks from a distance. Occasionally, there were cases where the magic hit, but there was no damage, or even if there was damage, it was quickly recovered.

Everyone who participated in the preliminary round gathered in one place. Everyone had the same goal. To take the flag from the big priest.

“That’s a priest… ?”

Gran took a deep breath and aimed the barbell at his opponent. Even though it was a barbell made of hard and heavy material that could withstand heavy weight, it was on the verge of breaking in half.

“Aim for weapons first!”

The enemies attacked Gran’s weapon. It felt simpler to break his weapon than to defeat Gran.

Kaaang!

The enemies were blatantly aiming for Gran’s Babel. They took turns attacking Babel.

As the weapon showed signs of splitting, Gran’s face contorted.

“Finally, even he panicked.”

Gran grabbed both sides of the barbell. Then he bent the stick and broke it in the middle with a jaunty sound.

“What? Ji broke it?”

Gran grabbed the broken barbell one by one.

“My precious barbell is broken…. I have to share this pain with you.”

“What is that….”

Quang!

Gran rushed towards those who were standing in a daze. Gran indiscriminately swung the broken barbell he was holding in both hands.

Kaaang!

Puuu!

Gran performed his sword dance.

He swung the stick like a goblin.

He turned around and swung a broken barbell. The spot where he moved was thick with dust.

The faces of those watching the fight from the rear hardened. Only screams could be heard from the thick dust.

“aaagh!”

“Wait a minute… !”

Serhen, who was preparing the magic behind him, touched the ground with both hands.

‘Now that it’s like this….’

Red light formed on his hands.

Serchen decided to use the most powerful magic. Not only Gran, but others would also be swept away by the flames, but they would turn into enemies anyway once the flag was captured.

In an instant, a column of flame was formed. The pillar of flame burned intensely. The screams in the dust were gone.

The flames soon died down.

“Have you done it?”

Said the shaman standing with a totem.

Serchen glared at the shaman and then touched the ground again.

I used the same magic this time. There was a risk because it consumed a lot of mana, but it was better to defeat it for sure.

“Do it!”

The shaman holding the totem said excitedly.

Puuu!

“Puyeheng!”

Gran appeared from the black smoke and slapped the shaman’s jaw.

The mask the shaman was wearing was shattered terribly. The totem he was holding was also split in half.

Colorful frogs poured out from between the broken totems, but they didn’t do much damage to Gran.

When Serhen saw the shaman fall, he kicked the ground and stepped back, but it was not enough to outrun Gran. He closed his eyes tightly as he saw the baton flying toward his head.

Kaaang!

When I opened my eyes again, I was outside the stadium.

Gran did not stop his sword dance. This was an academy, but if someone saw this, they would have thought it was a brutal massacre.

The hot blood of the students was splattered everywhere. There were also students who tried to get away from Gran by dragging their legs. There were students who begged for their lives.

Gran laughed and got the students out.

Even though I felt sorry, I really wanted to participate in the competition.

Unlike a moment ago when he bravely rushed at Gran, he didn’t run recklessly now.

Gran also did not partly pursue the enemy or attack first. He only responds to the opponent’s attack.

Now I was reluctant to run.

There are more than 20 children who have been outed by priests. That’s pretty painful too.

The screams of the children who were out have demoralized the other children. Furthermore, the sound of Gran’s stick and bone colliding was truly murderous.

Paaang!

“Heh heh heh!”

The warrior who rushed in with ambition grabbed his liver and collapsed.

He was a pitiful fellow.

He was good until he ran. No, it was good that he fell down after being hit by his side. However, it wasn’t good that he wasn’t out in one shot.

Gran struck down the suffering warrior without hesitation.

Kaaang!

A cheerful sound was heard and the figure of the warrior disappeared at the same time.

Gran looked more intact than the children who hadn’t fought yet.

Gran’s breathing was calm, and he did not miss his concentration. He still looked at his opponent with ferocious eyes like a beast.

“Do you have any more?”

No one wanted to run into Gran. If we all do our best together, we might be able to defeat it.

But that didn’t happen.

I wouldn’t know if it was originally a team.

Even if you mustered up the courage to take the flag with all your might, the next problem would be next.

They thought to themselves.

The guy who really needs to compete is that priest.

Twenty minutes left.

There are 43 people left.

42 People stood motionless around Gran. I waited for time to pass.

“Ah, sir. No matter how you look at it, he has to go to the tournament.”

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A man sat down on the floor and said.

“What is your name?”

“Heh heh, it’s Gran.”

“Yes, Gran, it seems that you are the representative of the first year. Be sure to win.”

This time, another man was lying on his back, cheering for Gran.

One or two people gave up fighting and sat down.

Those who were tired of the overwhelming gap did not run into Gran anymore.

Twenty minutes passed and the preliminaries ended.

[End of preliminaries. Flag bearer, Priest Gran.]

In this way, the preliminary match ended with Gran’s victory.

The children who had gone through the qualifiers gathered by Gran’s side.

Most of the questions were the same. The question was, how did you get stronger?

“Heh heh, you can come to the Grand Gym.”

The teachers who watched the preliminaries had a conversation while looking at Gran.

“Since I became a teacher, I have never seen such a monster among freshmen.”

“I will. What do you think? Do you think you can win?”

“Hmm…. I’m not sure. As it is now, I think Gran will win, but…. Also, you never know what will happen if you meet a talented person.”

“But…. Aside from your skills, isn’t it surprising that you’re a priest? There won’t be a priest like him anywhere in the Empire. A priest with that level of strength could have become famous….”

“I heard it and it seems so. Because I’m still a student…. It’s the first time I’ve been looking forward to a student competition.”

“hahahahaha, Shuina has been overwhelming for the past two years.”

Shuina Hern was a 3rd year knight.

She participated in a freshman year competition and beat her seniors to become first place. In her second year, she also showed unmatched skills and won first place.

It was a knight with excellent skills that anyone could open their mouths. There was only one problem that was not her problem.

Excessive training time.

The training time was as long as the skill no one could surpass. She worked on her training while cutting back on her sleep. As a result, for two years she was ranked first in Visilia, and no one pointed out her training methods.

“Can Gran win? I think we could win….”

“Wouldn’t it be difficult because of the Aura?”

“Gran has divine power too…. I’ll have to look at Gran’s condition on the day of the competition. It will be the first time that such a large event has been held.”

***

The festival has begun.

Vicilia festival was similar to university festival. Booths were set up on the streets, and food and entertainment were full. If there is a slight difference, the place of the festival was different for each grade.

I wandered around looking for protein food. After buying food that could be protein, we headed to Grandim. When there was no competition, it was most comfortable to be in the Grand Gym.

“Heh heh, I bought something to eat here, so you can eat it after working out.”

It was during the festival period, but Grand Gym members did not miss out on exercising.

Chloe and Echina were doing squats, and Line and Nathan were deadlifting together.

The hero and Kromer were doing pull-ups as if they were in a confrontation.

And there were others, who had been through the qualifiers with me.

Granjim was also a festival period.

There was a running competition in the afternoon, so I walked over to the bench press.

***

Shuina swung her sword from top to bottom. Again she raised her sword and swung it down.

Her movements were neat and tidy. It cut through the air with a black whistling sound.

She felt the burning pain in her arms and shoulders, but Shuina didn’t stop.

Vicilia was noisy with the festival, but the practice field where she wielded her sword was quiet.

Shuina’s sword did not waver. She moved calmly and smoothly. Every time she moved, drops of sweat dripped from her.

I miss the time to even drink water.

Because I can wield the sword even once more in the meantime.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable. She soon said it was because of the upcoming competition. The roster has not changed much from last year. One person stood out. It was Gran, a freshman. The reason he stood out was because he was a priest.

Shuina does not know defeat. For her, her defeat is shame and failure.

Shuina swung her sword in moderation.

Beads of sweat on the sword dripped onto the floor.