I Was the Strongest Sword God in My Past Life - I Was the Strongest Sword God in My Past Life chapter 82

part 82

“I’ve noticed it’s a test, so I’ll reveal it. My name is Ferma. As you can see, I’m a 5th-grade Saber.”

The terrorist, no, Ferma, drew her sword. The mana emanating from the sword was so powerful that it was almost incomparable to the 4th-grade mana.

However, Jien, who had experienced mana up to 6th-grade from Blue Maria and Ilusion, did not falter.

“Jien Russell. As you can see, I’m a student.”

“Ah, Jien Russell. But aren’t you already thinking you’ve passed the test?”

The train was speeding along. The scenery outside the window was flashing by. Ferma strengthened her body with mana and glared at Jien with a torn gaze.

“Capturing the terrorist is just the test.”

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The two swordsmen, both with magical swords.

There was no need for further conversation. The only thing left was to clash swords.

“I’ll finish the test.”

That was Jien’s most confident thing.

Ferma and Jien’s swordsmanship was swift. Their exchanges were so fast that it was hard to follow with the naked eye.

Some sword strikes were attacks.

Some were defenses.

Especially Jien’s swordsmanship was free and had a beautiful, refined beauty.

It was like a dance, so beautiful that it drew in the viewer.

Ferma was taken aback.

“What, this is a student’s swordsmanship?”

Ferma was a 5th-grade Saber, recognized as one of the top performers among active agents. However, she was struggling to keep up with Jien’s unpredictable swordsmanship.

‘I wonder if I would have been able to keep up with this kid if my mana were similar…’

Ferma’s thoughts were racing.

She estimated Jien’s grade to be around 4th-grade. The gap between them was too great, and Ferma, a 5th-grade Saber, couldn’t keep up.

But the problem was that Ferma’s swordsmanship and Jien’s swordsmanship were also different.

Ferma’s mana was high, and Jien’s swordsmanship had reached an even higher level.

Finally, Fermat fell into the trap created by Jien’s sword.

“Ah!”

A faint trickle of blood appeared on Fermat’s face. It was an obvious blow, and Fermat’s face turned red with shame.

“What’s the point of this? 5-grade students are watching!”

Fermat’s expression distorted with anger at the fact that he had allowed himself to be attacked by students. From the moment he was summoned as a test subject, Fermat had never been pleased. If it weren’t for Metis, who was his superior, he would have refused immediately.

“The difference between active and student… I’ll show you.”

Fermat’s aura shone, and his sword began to gather mana. With the activation of his magic, a dense, high-density mana enveloped the room. Eventually, Marceline rushed to Fermat in a hurry.

“Magic against students!”

But Fermat looked at Marceline with a disdainful gaze, as if to say, “What a joke.” He then presented his own reasoning.

“If you can’t even block this level of magic, what’s the point of going through the 5-grade gate? If you can’t even succeed in such an easy test, just watch and don’t bother me.”

Marceline’s mouth was sealed shut.

However, this time’s operation leader was Fermat, a 5-grade student.

“What kind of students are you fighting like this…?”

Although Marceline was hired by Metis as an examiner, she was rooting for Jien. It was a debt. Jien had helped her settle the matter of Hypers and even negotiate with the executioner’s scythe.

“That incident was resolved thanks to Jien. If there’s even a slight risk of getting hurt…”

Marceline stood ready to jump into action at any moment, thinking that she would protect Jien even if it meant going against Fermat.

But Jien was not weak enough to need help in such a situation.

“Yes, if you can’t even block a magic like this, the 5-grade attack will be difficult.”

Jien’s mocking tone made Fermat’s upper lip quiver with rage.

“Today’s students are really bold.”

“…?”

Jien responded with a sword, instead of an answer.

The magic of the Anti-Magic surrounded the sword, and a dark, mist-like mana enveloped the area.

Boom!

The clash of swords.

Fermat’s magic gave his sword a repulsive force, pushing away any object it touched. Fermat expected Jien to bounce back.

But.

Like water extinguishing fire, Blackwing absorbed his opponent’s magic.

“What, sword! Mana!”

Perma was flustered.

Using magic was only sucking the mana of each other, and now it had lost its meaning. All that was left for the examiner was pure swordsmanship.

The two of them were twisted and tangled.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah Ah Ah!”

The rapid-fire battle unfolded once again.

However, the favorable side was clear. Perma was being pushed back by Ji-Eun’s sword technique, step by step.

“Kwuk!”

“Are you not being reckless, senior?”

Ji-Eun’s careless smile.

Perma’s eyes widened in anger.

“That kind of impudent noise… “

“That’s not my story.”

“What?”

“There’s someone else’s colleague over there.”

Perma, who had just noticed this, turned around to look back. But it was too late.

Perma ignored Isabelle and Kua, who had been sealed with mana, but they had invested all their special training time for the past two weeks into one-on-one combat.

Chk.

Kua seized Perma’s right hand, which was holding a sword, with lightning speed. Perma, caught off guard by this unexpected technique, lost his grip on the sword, and at the same time, Isabelle’s clean high kick hit Perma’s face.

Tch!

The blood was streaming down his face.

Perma glared at Marceline with a gruesome gaze, seeking help. But Marceline, who received such treatment, was not going to help Perma unconditionally.

Horo-horo.

Marceline drank a carafe of water in front of Perma.

“Ah? I’ve failed again, and I’ve gotten drunk! What am I to do?”

Meow. Marceline’s pink tongue poked out. Perma’s face turned red with anger, but he soon regained his composure.

Pak!

Thanks to Ji-Eun’s blow to the back of his head, which had knocked him out.

“Since you’re tired, take a nap.”

This was Ji-Eun’s courtesy.

He treated someone with impertinence with the same courtesy.

“Hooray! Still hot-blooded?”

Marceline laughed heartily, and Qua cheered, having achieved their first success through martial arts.

“We did it!”

“What about your kick?”

Isabel, who shared the same enthusiasm, was no exception.

Unlike Mana, who was born a prodigy, Isabel had a pitiful physique. Her current skills were solely the result of her hard work. Thanks to this, Isabel had an immense sense of pride in martial arts.

“Ah, yes! You’re really impressive!”

Qua chuckled and clapped along, his eyes shining.

Snap!

Jien sat across from Marceline and said, “Sir, I think we’ll pass the exam, won’t we?”

* * *

As Jien entered the room where B class was gathered, Chris exclaimed in a warm voice, “Jien-!”

The examiners, a large man and woman, looked surprised. “Did A class succeed?”

“Won the Fermat challenge, didn’t they?”

“Uh, I mean, they’re students, right?”

“Students? With that kind of character? I can’t even imagine…”

The active Sabeurs left the room, and soon, the sound of a woman’s shocked voice came from the next room. Qua looked at B class, bound by ropes, and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Ah! Are everyone okay?!”

“Not yet, the bleeding hasn’t stopped.”

Chris narrowed his eyes at Lucia.

“What’s wrong? Why are you getting cold feet?”

It seemed that Lucia was the one who had gotten B class to take the car. However, Lucia’s face turned red with shame, and she averted her gaze. Chris glared at her with discontent.

“What? Can’t you hear? You’re just like me, a student from the same school, aren’t you?”

Even when Chris took a jab at her, Lucia remained expressionless, as if lost in thought.

Qua quickly cut off the tense atmosphere by untying the ropes.

“I’ll take care of it!”

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to sense anything with my hands otherwise. Phew, I’m lucky. If you two had failed, we would have gone back to the Academy, right?”

Qua smiled awkwardly at Chris’s praise.

“No, no. We passed because of the Party Leader’s favor.”

“That’s true? The Party Leader is indeed different.”

Chris said nonchalantly, as if speaking to Lucia, who was listening intently. Just a few months ago, Lucia would not have been worthy of Chris’s attention, but now she was trying to keep up.

“If I had just had mana, I would have taken care of it myself.”

“So, you did have mana?”

“…G-gosh.”

Uh-oh.

Lucia backed away, her eyes wide with surprise.

Chris smiled smugly, as if he had just said something to Lucia, and pressed her with the words he had whispered to Jen.

“The Gate is unpredictable, after all. This kind of variable is also skill.”

“You’re very good at talking.”

“I’m the strongest one.”

Chris’s fierce words.

Even Lucia, who had always been calm, lost her composure and her lips trembled. Chris had always been particularly good at talking.

“That’s true. I’ll definitely keep an eye on how well you do at the Gate.”

“Ah, anytime.”

Chris and Lucia confronted each other, each trying to outdo the other. Even the Seabers, who were also students, were still only 17 years old.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the original room where A-class was held, there were three Hunters left, excluding the two people who had fainted. The score was pitiful, but the female Seaber, Kellar, who had been in charge of the exam, was filled with dissatisfaction.

“This school can’t even graduate students who can’t even clear a 5th-grade Gate? B-class finished in three minutes, you know.”

“That’s true. Metis is just a noble who’s gone crazy because of politics. And even if it’s a virtual Gate, it’s not going to kill anyone, so why are we selling out the kids?”

Kellar continued to tease Jen, who was getting smaller and smaller, until Marcel finally intervened.

“The students, there’s a possibility they can clear a 5th-grade Gate, don’t you think?”

“Phew! You really believe that? Ah, of course, there’s a possibility.”

Kellar shook Marcel’s fallen hair on the table.

“Just one? But what about Professor Fermat, who got bullied by a student?”

Marceline pondered the question about her betrayal, or Jeun’s strength. After some thought, Marceline gave a brief nod.

“Just got careless, I guess.”

“Yeah, we got lucky, but even a blind sword is still intimidating, you know?”

Kellar continued to mock Jeun.

Marceline, who felt uncomfortable, naturally changed the subject.

“What’s the point of it all, anyway?”

“Well, what about the news? Desiree issued a declaration at Central, didn’t she?”

Marceline’s words made Kellar laugh out loud.

“So we’re in danger, huh?”

“Ha, no matter how you look at it, it’s not happening now. There are a few guards here for this event, you know?”

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ve heard that even Dennis is coming.”