The Academy Leader is too Strong - Chapter 41



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Canis’ betrayal doesn’t even fit into the betrayal axis. This doesn’t cross the line of just joking around.

To finish Episode 2, you have to finish Soloven. It’s not that bad since it was done instead.

Above all, I had decided to receive two payments from Soloven, who was in a mild state, and I had no choice but to open my hands when I thought that he would use the excuse of selling me out to Kanis to get what I wanted.

Of course, that’s assuming you win.

“Are you ready?”

“huh.”

A sparring hall in the wee hours of the day. At Soloven’s request that there be no others, few people gathered.

On my side, there was only Winter and Canis, and on Soloven’s side, the 2nd year combat student from the second-place battle department. The 2nd-place student cheered brightly on, saying, “Go win!”

I looked at Canis, who was swinging her legs next to Winter. She didn’t even notice Winter glaring at her.

Oh my. When our eyes met, he waved his hand with a bright face. This is annoying. This can’t be done. I’ll have to give him a scolding after the sparring session.

I have no idea why Canis would make such a suggestion to Soloven. All I can think of is that he was trying to find out something from this fight?

“hmm.”

When Soloven was told that he was ready, he took his stance. He holds a shield in his left hand and raises his sword in his right hand to his face.

He stretched out his left foot one step, raised it firmly, and pointed the tip of his sword sharply at me. The momentum is amazing.

If we look at skill, it’s obvious that the other side has the upper hand. I’m a modern man, so I don’t know anything about swordsmanship. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.

I also took a stance. This guy has been in a series of big fights.

He hangs his shovel on his dominant left hand. He has the Astral Gauntlets on his right hand. Since he is ambidextrous, he can use it with his left hand.

Since I don’t know anything about swordsmanship, the horsemanship formula is meaningless. A comfortable posture is a fighting posture.

“Goes!”

Screaming, Soloven shot out like a bullet. Charge as if the shield was raised. Not only is the power contained, but the speed is also fast.

It’s obvious that if you get hit by something like that, you’ll pass out. But it’s not to the point where you can’t chase after it. I dodged the charge by jumping slightly to the side.

“Sigh!”

And then he swung the shovel appropriately. The shovel heading for the back of the head was blocked by Soloven’s sword.

I blocked the shovel’s path by stabbing it behind my neck with my sword. I thought I hit it hard, but I didn’t expect it to be blocked by the sword.

Soloven didn’t stop there. He raised his shield-holding arm and swung it. The edge of the shield flew sharply.

“her?”

I avoided the shield slam by leaning back sharply. I let the recoil take over and thrust my right leg forward.

Soloven, startled by the sudden appearance of the foot, stepped back. I fell down and straightened up.

“Are you done exploring?”

“Your skills have improved significantly. “It’s much more flexible.”

“Oh really? Well, my swordsmanship has regressed though.”

“You weren’t even holding a sword in the first place.”

“That is correct! sun!”

Soloven seemed surprised that my skills were higher than he had expected. Now it was my turn. I leapt up and ran towards her.

He ran forward, lowering his body, and thrust the shovel straight at me.

-Kang!

Naturally, the attack was blocked by the shield. The moment the shovel and shield collided, Soloven slightly bent his flexible wrist, causing the shovel to bounce sharply out of my body.

By adjusting the angle of the shield, the direction in which it bounces is controlled. It’s a ridiculous technique. It looks like the weapon is moving away from the body and trying to take advantage of the gap that naturally appears.

There was something Soloven overlooked. What I was holding was a shovel, not a sword. I pulled on the shovel with all my might.

“What!?”

The head of the spacious shovel was hung on the shield. The pulling force was so strong that Soloven’s shield was pulled towards me.

Thanks to that, I was able to throw a punch at Soloven’s wide open chest.

It’s called a fist, but it’s equipped with Astral’s gauntlets. It looks so ugly that you can practically see it as stabbing it with its claws.

“Sure. It’s a shovel. It’s unfamiliar.”

I thought it was a bit of a turning point, but Soloven blocked it surprisingly easily. Just by lightly swinging the sword in his right hand, the direction of the gauntlet was greatly deviated.

Even if you stab it like this, you won’t be able to reach it and your hands will be tied. I gave up the attack and tried to retreat.

“what.”

But Soloven did not take it easy. He closed his wrist and pulled the shield from the shovel.

Instead, he hung his shield on the shovel and pulled it away. Suddenly, he was in a position where he was being dragged in the opposite direction. Soloven’s sword was already swinging down.

It would be impossible to avoid it. I pulled on the gauntlet with all my might. And then he suddenly shouted. Solo Ben moved her shield towards the gauntlet while pulling on the shovel.

-Tung.

The gauntlet struck the shield first before Soloven’s sword touched it. Soloven was blown away by the unexpected force.

The sword that was aimed at the chest was unable to cut deeply. Because it flew far away, the wounds sustained are shallow.

The tip of the sword just barely brushed against it.

“The power is considerable.”

“Ah, what a rare advantage.”

Soloven, who had straightened his posture after striking the target with style, gave a flat compliment. His shirt fell down.

Thanks to that, the wound is probably shallow. I roughly ripped off my top. Rather than fluttering and being a nuisance, it was better to have nothing.

“We don’t charge for school uniforms.”

“If you had avoided it well, it wouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

“Ha. You’re right on the point.”

He smiled excitedly at Soloven, who was calmly hitting him with facts.

“You’ve been messing with your body a lot.”

“What a joke. “It is a gift left by our beautiful goddess.”

“Hmm. That was a slip of the tongue. I apologize.”

The tattoos covered her entire body. Soloven pointed out the excessiveness of covering her hands as well.

I felt like a parent scolding a child for getting a tattoo, so I laughed and explained the situation.

I nodded and ran out accepting the apple that was offered to me. Now, let’s change the style a little.

* * *

“That’s amazing.”

Soloven thought so. Daring attitude. A sharp sense of being caught off guard. It’s impossible to compare it to a year ago.

To Soloven, David was a dirty, rude rascal. He was dirty, rough, and uninterested in class.

It was surprising that the Duhane family used swords instead of spears, and that they also used quite fierce swordsmanship.

But that’s it. Sloth that does not improve itself. At the same time, being pretentious was something Soloven hated the most.

That guy has changed so much.

“How did it become so different? Are you ‘that’ Davide?”

“Not ‘that’ Davide. This has changed! “Where.”

When you stab with a sword, you dodge calmly. When you swing a shield, you quickly move your body away. You know how to aim for blind spots, and you know how to exploit the gaps between defense and defense, and between attacks.

His swordsmanship was somewhat tolerable, but now he’s wielding something ridiculous like a shovel and moving around in such an irregular manner.

“It suits you well.”

The swordsmanship of that time was violent and destructive. It was that unorganized and rough. It is no different now. It is rough and violent.

However, the feeling is different. It is rough but flexible at the same time, tyrannical but calculated. Did he find a fighting style that suits him? It is remarkable growth.

Soloven swings his shield in a big way. He stabs with his sword along with a huge wind, and dodges in a strange manner.

It feels like I’m dealing with a smart beast rather than a human. Soloben did not stray far from his post.

To begin with, his range of activity was limited because he used defensive combat based on shield techniques. However, Davide was different.

Up and down, left and right. It tries to find a square by any means necessary, and when it finds one, it bites without hesitation.

“You’re thinner than before, but somehow you’re stronger.”

Strength comes from muscles. David, despite being skinny, displayed much greater strength.

The same goes for endurance. Soloven is specialized for protection. But Davide rushes in regardless of his wounds. And he is strangely strong.

A fight between someone who blocks attacks and tries to counter them, and someone who gets attacked and tries to counter them. Soloven had a hard time adapting to this strange situation.

“Phew.”

I pushed the shovel that was swinging at me away. The distance between us grew with our strength, and we naturally had time to catch our breath.

Davide, who was taking a deep breath, shook his head. He then tapped his chest twice.

At the same time, sparks began to burst out of his body. Lightning engulfed his body.

“It’s difficult.”

That precious lightning attribute. Its power is beyond reproach, but its essence goes beyond the special condition of electric shock.

Something that has an unconditional positive effect on living things. The effect is immediate and lasts a long time. I wear something like that all over my body.

There is nothing more lethal to a melee fighter.

“It’s called phase 2.”

Davide laughed wickedly. Soloven also unleashed his magic.

Magic that blooms into flames with the blessing of the sun. Magic that received the will of its master instantly filled the surroundings with heat.

Originally, it would be impossible to even approach the intense heat, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t have much of an effect. As a result, Soloven’s prediction was correct.

“Huh!”

Davide didn’t care about the heat. His skin quickly turned bright red, but he didn’t care.

At that sight, the pure white girl in the stands began to foam at the mouth.

It literally flies in with flames. Attacks using weapons are always blocked by the shield. But the attack doesn’t end there.

Even if you manipulate the shield as if to deflect it, a weak electric current flows through it. Every time that happens, it stops and this beast persistently targets that gap.

If you continue like this, it will dry as is. If you are completely shocked, the sparring will end.

Even if you defend yourself, the current interferes with it, and even if you attack, it is dangerous because it is wrapped around its body like armor. A complete outsider.

All you have to do is emit enough heat to completely melt it. The heat of Soloven could melt even stones in an instant.

However, this is a sparring that he requested, and the sparring itself is for comparison of skills. If you do that, Davide will die. Of course, Soloven also had a lot to say.

“Lightning? If you use something like that in a duel, you’ll die.”

“The power is low. Just stop stinging!”

I tried to complain, but all that came out was excited laughter.

Soloven, who smiled, jumped in. If you look at Davide’s wounds, they are more serious. Now I have been burned to the point where blisters are occasionally visible.

Compared to that, it’s just exhilarating. The attitude of rushing forward without knowing pain. I feel helpless for the first time in a long time. I think it will be a little exciting.

“It’s hot, it’s hot.”

“Then you can give up.”

“It’s hot, but it doesn’t hurt.”

Davide’s expression became even harsher. Now it has become more blatant.

I rush to somehow hold on to my body. I grab the shield with my hand and reach out to somehow reach it.

I should express it as being more than persistent, it’s tenacious. Thanks to that, a strange structure was created between Davide, who clings to him, and Soloven, who shakes him off.

“Ugh. Ugh!”

In the end, the fingers finally touch. At that moment, Soloven paused as the electric current eroded his nerves in an instant.

Davide’s cool fist hits Soloven in the stomach. He throws with all his might and twists his waist as much as possible.

The next day was quite a struggle. Soloven, whose body was blown away by the enormous force, suddenly came to his senses.

He may have twisted his fist in the meantime, but the shock to his internal organs was considerable. I woke up groaning.

Davide was coughing up blood clots as if his lungs were hurting from inhaling the hot air. His expression did not change in the meantime.

“… … Can’t you feel pain?”

“Well, I guess so.”

There are many more wounds on that side. But the momentum is different. The wounds carved into his skin are constantly spitting out blood, and his skin is stained with burns. Despite this, he does not hesitate to fight.

Amazingly great grit. I have a mindset that makes me feel sorry for having misunderstood until now.

Of course, David, who couldn’t feel real pain, didn’t notice Soloven’s change of heart.

“I’m really going to collapse at this rate. I’m going for real.”

“The sea of ​​hope.”

Davide ran straight at him. He let out a rough roar and swung his clenched gauntlet. Soloven ran to meet him and raised his shield.

The edge of the shield collides with the gauntlet. A huge hole.

Along with him, David’s lightning exploded around him, and likewise, Soloven’s flames engulfed David.

“after.”

Davide’s thunderstorm made the onlookers unable to fully open their eyes. Was it about 2 seconds? When I opened my eyes, there was only one person standing there.

“Crunch. Thud. Are your lungs damaged?”

The words spoken casually reduce the tension. He looks incredibly calm for someone who just went through a pretty spectacular workshop.

“Hey. Chaseok is stuck in the petrification. Take care of it.”

Davide called the second lieutenant and told him to take care of the squirming Soloven. Winter then rushed at Davide.

“Ugh! Heaaaagh!”

Davinda is the one who is injured, but it is Winter who screams. Winter shed tears and sprayed all the medicine she had brought with her.

“Hey hey. I beat the chief.”

“I understand! “It’s a burn!”

Unable to bring himself to hit the injured person, Winter had to spit fire into the air.