The Youngest Assassin Is a Swordsman Genius - The Youngest Assassin Is a Swordsman Genius chapter 67
Episode 67
Ripley was a case of entering the advanced class even though he was not a noble.
It’s similar to Frixon, a donation student, but a little different.
This guy was a recommended scholarship student who came in after being recognized for his talent.
Maybe that’s why, the skill of unfolding the jeeumswaegeom was quite skillful.
Seeing the sharp angle of the attack to cut off the pulse, it seemed like he knew where to start.
I have to say that the fighting sense is great.
Of course, there were no awkward corners.
Especially in my eyes.
‘Let’s see how he responds?’
Tuong! Cagan!
I slammed Ripley’s sword and pulled my arm inward.
When the sword body, which was supposed to squeeze through the side, fell back, the opponent’s hands became dizzy.
To be honest, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
Because it was a movement that completely reversed the general sound suppression sword.
“Oops!”
“Five!”
Ripley groaned and quickly drew his sword, and at the same time, admiration erupted from all around him.
It was the sound that the teaching assistants who were grading around the training ground uttered without even realizing it.
It was because he knew very well that it was an interpretation that could only be done if he had mastered the Jeeumswaegeom.
‘I can’t help but be surprised. Most of the teaching assistants probably didn’t even think of retrograde transformation.’
But I didn’t really pay much attention to their reaction.
Because I had no intention of going to the judgment.
He was going to play around moderately, and if he saw a proper gap, he would put an end to it.
However, surprisingly, the Dalian was going on for quite a long time.
The reason why such a situation came despite the gap in skill was simple.
‘Surprisingly interesting?’
Exchanging sword strikes with Ripley was a strange pleasure.
The level was quite low, but he was a guy who knew how to creatively compose the byuncho.
The more the swords were mixed, the more the desire to have fun rose up.
‘Ah, like this, only the opponent will stand out.’
Trainees will know that I am much better at swordsmanship, but from the outside the situation was a little different.
It was Ripley’s side that kept pouring out the onslaught, so I couldn’t help but question it when it got to the verdict.
Play moderately and finish quickly.
I unleashed a 3-second one-shot, stabbed the opponent’s cross guard, and pushed my sword back.
shhh-! Kang!
Then, the sword body that rose naturally came to a stop right in front of Ripley’s neck.
Of course, he couldn’t even dare to fight back.
The blow that hit the cross guard properly cut off the pulse.
Ripley stopped in an awkward position while performing swordsmanship, and closed his eyes with a sigh.
“after!”
“Su, the match is decided! Ray Carter, win!”
Somewhat embarrassed, the referee belatedly intervened and declared my victory.
It seemed that he had never imagined that I would win such an overwhelming victory.
It was a match where the aura was not properly expressed, so it seemed even more so.
Ripley showed his respect with a firm expression, then turned around and went down from the arena.
He seemed to have a clean personality who knew how to accept the results.
As I was descending from the training grounds, taking care of the swords, I suddenly heard the voices of the students watching.
“Isn’t Ripley above average in the advanced class?”
“right.”
“But why can’t you use your aura and get hurt like that? It’s quite strange.”
“Hmm! I see. Isn’t this a bit problematic? Match-fixing or something.”
The students didn’t seem to understand why Ripley had lost.
‘Of course. You little ones.’
It was because he had cut off all pulses before he had time to manifest his aura.
Even if someone better than Ripley came along, I would have dealt with it the same way.
Perhaps those who watched the match properly would have admired the timely swordsmanship.
Sure enough, the gaze of the princes looking at me was unusual.
Are you watching even more blatantly than before?
Of course, matches were taking place all over the place, so the attention focused on me did not last long.
After being confirmed by the referee, I took a seat outside the gymnasium and watched the preliminary match.
‘Everyone is doing well.’
Frixon and Curtis were struggling a bit against pretty strong opponents, but Mack and Camille were definitely different.
Perhaps because he was a direct descendant of the 4 generations, the first one was easily defeated.
Even though it was against the students of the simhwa class.
The 2nd and 3rd princes were also pushing their opponents to the brink.
“I’m worried. Who should I appoint as vice president?”
* * *
The remaining opponents in group 9 of the preliminaries were actually nothing special.
It was even more like that after Ripley, who was his strongest opponent, had fallen.
Besides, most of them had lost their will to fight before even starting the match with me.
There was even a situation where they gave up and went down as soon as they came up.
I was having such a boring preliminaries, but finally something came.
‘It’s Raul.’
A young ambitious man we met while on a special escort mission.
His eyes were burning with the will to succeed.
It was to the point where I could feel the fighting spirit even for me, who has such a big difference in level.
‘Talent is talent.’
It was clear that he was a friend to keep an eye on.
Several years have passed, but the ability to not give up ambition yet seemed sufficient.
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Judging from the fact that he entered the intensive class, it seemed that he had been steadily practicing swordsmanship.
No matter what, a guy with eyes like this will succeed someday.
“i look forward to.”
“…”
“I will learn a number.”
“…”
“I hope it will be a good match.”
“……I am.”
I forgot, but that persistent temper was still the same.
I heard that I couldn’t win the leech operation and had a great fight with a man in a remote forest.
Eventually, Raoul nodded as if he was ready.
It was only then that the assistant was able to properly perform the role of referee.
We’ll have to revise the imperial knight dueling rules or something.
“Ready! The match begins!”
The referee’s slogan fell, but Raoul did not attack first.
It was the exact opposite of Ripley, who was active.
It seemed that he was aiming for a counter in order to use the Jeeumswaegeom most efficiently.
‘Considering our old friendship, I should be as good as Ripley.’
If he often performed noteworthy performances, the overall evaluation was bound to go up.
Ripley had also been eliminated from the start, but the teaching assistants were looking pretty good on him.
First of all, he fought with me without luck, and he showed off his skills until the end.
‘But I have a feeling that this will drag on the fight… … .’
Suddenly, Raul’s stubborn temper filled my head.
Anxiety suddenly came to mind as if I would hold on to the crotch of my pants and fight to the end.
At that very moment, my body was shooting out like a flash war.
It was clearly a sword that had been opened, but its power was completely different.
Caang!
Contrary to my expectations, however, the opponent received my blow properly.
The blue energy rising like a haze, intense prayers and heavy sword strikes, and even the sword that vibrates with a strange sound.
Woo woo-.
Unlike Ripley, who was unknowingly beaten, Raoul expressed his aura and did his best from the start.
It seems that the influence of watching my matches so far has been great.
Because all of my previous opponents were unable to use their auras and fell out.
‘My skills have improved a lot.’
It was definitely a different level of strength from a few years ago.
Not only on the larger and more manly appearance, but also on the inside.
“Chahahaha!”
thud! Geeein!
Raul slammed the ground with his right foot, then swung his sword and quickly came in.
It was an aggressive stance in which the upper body was tilted forward and fierce continuous slashing was carried out.
It was definitely a swordsmanship that I had seen somewhere.
‘It was used by the knights of Railhash.’
Fukang!
No matter how much better my level is than my opponent, I can’t just receive an aura.
I also manifested my aura by using the Belgard technique.
“Five!”
Then, an exclamation of surprise came from around.
It was because a close match was taking place, exchanging fierce sword strikes.
Because it was a preliminaries, there were many one-sided matches, so it seemed that there was less to see, so they paid more attention.
Either way, Raul and I were only focusing on the duel.
It looks like he’s pushing with ignorance, but he’s adjusting the distance very delicately.
In addition, Raul’s attack range was subtly wider.
Even though they are developing their auras at a similar level.
The reason was simple.
‘I think the length of this sword is different?’
The students may not have noticed, but they can’t escape my eyes.
It seemed that Raul had made a sword in a form more suitable for his swordsmanship.
For others, this difference may have made a big difference, but for me it doesn’t matter.
I induced a power struggle by striking the sword more fiercely.
At the same time, he did not forget to maintain sophisticated swordsmanship.
Then, gradually, gaps appeared in the opponent’s sword attack.
It seemed that Raul’s stamina was insufficient to withstand such a fierce battle.
‘This is enough for me.’
Flashy fierce battles and sparks of aura flying in all directions.
A fighting spirit that does not back down even an inch while competing for dozens of points.
If this was the case, Raoul would have left a definite impression on the professors.
The time has come to finish slowly.
In the flashing black light, I found a single path.
‘Now, as long as I belong to Benderford, I’ll have to finish it off with the Eum Sweeping Sword and the Belgard Training Technique.’
Of course, Mahone was added, but my current appearance would be the perfect Benderford person imagined by the professors.
Shiiik-! Jjoong!
As soon as he moved one step to the side, the short wave that pierced him began to break through Raul’s defense.
After the first impact, the sword strike that entered the gap was firmly inserted into the shoulder girdle.
Kwajik!
“Kuk!”
Originally, it was normal to pierce the heart or lungs, but considering the rules, I deliberately aimed at the shoulder.
The sword strikes hit the armor, but with this, the decision should have been decided.
dump!
Raul, who had been hesitantly withdrawing, knelt on one knee on the floor, gasping for breath.
It was the result of pouring swords like mad without even breathing properly.
I looked at that opponent blankly and muttered a little.
“I’m desperate, but I also have a goal now. I can’t do it in moderation.”
That’s how I decided to advance to the round of 16 and came down the field.
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