There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 513



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EP.513 The person closest to the top 10. (4)

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There were more than one civilization on Earth that shocked the Asha people, but the best of them was TV.

Something neater than a long-distance illusion spell and more fun than any clown’s game.

Sitting on a soft sofa in front of a TV, eating all kinds of delicious snacks, and watching Earth’s dramas was once the dream of many Asha people.

Of course, reality cruelly trampled on their dreams.

The Asha people did not know.

I didn’t know that the cheap raw materials consumed by the developed countries of the world were the suffering of underdeveloped countries, and the cheap snacks on their tables were the tears of underdeveloped countries’ workers.

I didn’t know that if you wanted to eat snacks in front of the TV, you had to stand up with a gun and sword instead of following the Earthlings’ way.

Okay, so…

“… Workers of all countries, unite! ”

The elf sitting on the hard sofa in front of the old TV raised his drink and muttered.

An elf with impressive white bleached hair and countless scars covering her face.

He was someone who those who remembered history, that is, those who remembered the tragedy in South America and the elf terrorism, could never forget.

“Damerond.”

When he suddenly raised his drink towards the TV, the one-armed elf who was preparing snacks behind him sighed deeply.

“What are the workers of all countries… What disease are you cured of again?”

“Illness? This is the Communist Manifesto. “You’re a red branch of the revolutionary group, so you don’t even know the Communist Manifesto, so you’re writing this.”

When Damerond pointed out while tipping his drink, the one-armed elf made a very disapproving expression.

“Are you going to ask me because I don’t know that? “It’s several pages long, and I read them all.”

“If you know so well, why do you ask? If you have time to complain, bring snacks. Finel.”

Finnel, the elf whose arm was cut off by Dawn in Drathereal, shook his head and sat down next to Damerond.

“Banana and pineapple. “It is a product of unfair plantations.”

Damerond grumbled when he saw the snack bowl. Anyway, Finel filled his glass with alcohol.

And as he was about to take a sip of his drink, he saw Damerond’s logo on the TV screen and gulped down his drink.

[Olympia final preliminaries – Lord Howe edition. Over a thousand people VS Jeronimo]

Cluck, cluck! After spitting cheap whiskey out of his nose and mouth for a while, Finel put down his glass and glared at Damerond.

“What on earth are you looking at?!”

“Why do you ask questions like that? “It’s not that strange for a father-in-law to watch his son-in-law play, right?”

“My father-in-law, you don’t plan on leaving me alone if I meet you…” “Don’t talk nonsense, please explain why.”

“what reason?”

Damerond drank his drink as if he really didn’t know.

Pinel, who still had respect for the captain, answered while wiping away the spilled alcohol.

“Carlos, you didn’t stop the princess to catch that disgusting bastard.”

“… I used her daughter as bait, does that mean? “What would be the point if I said that I was moved by her extraordinary heart?”

“The captain I know is not such a good person.”

“… .”

“Anyway, he took the bait, so why are you here just leisurely watching? “If I know the reason, I can drink comfortably.”

Damerond did not answer right away but paused. He leisurely responded after watching about a thousand people come up to the ring beyond the TV.

“Finel.”

“yes.”

“Which one is more dangerous to my son-in-law, an angry elf craftsman or a self-proclaimed top 11 scoundrel?”

“… yes?”

“Actually, I’m afraid that if I meet my son-in-law, I’ll immediately cut myself off.”

“… .”

“When we met at Asha, he clearly said he had nothing to do with my daughter… “Did you lie to me?”

Damerond’s voice was calm, and his movements were relaxed. But Finnel could tell.

Beyond that margin, the captain’s cool-headed judgment and political calculations are hidden.

Finel swallowed his saliva instead of drinking and looked back and forth between Damerond and the thousand people beyond the screen.

Before we knew it, preparations for the match were over, and about 1,000 people were slowly drawing their swords.

Sreung. At the same time as the bloody sound of the sword being pulled from its scabbard, Finel spoke.

“Captain, this is just my opinion… By any chance, are you planning to give up Carlos’ head to a thousand people and the princess?”

“Hmm, that’s an interesting opinion. “Keep talking.”

“A princess who went to Earth on her own, and an Earthling whom the princess chose as her mate… Non-revolutionary elves, and even most of the revolutionary elves, will not accept these two people. “Decades are too short a time to forget the indignities we have suffered from the people of Earth.”

“so?”

“But Carlos, it would be a different story if you brought him his head. No elf would be able to tolerate two people without acknowledging them. “Isn’t that right?”

Dameronde chuckled.

“You’ve gained a lot of insight even though I haven’t seen you before.”

“You got your arm cut off because of a stupid misunderstanding. “You need to be more aware.”

Although he said it was a joke, Damerond did not laugh. After emptying the last of his glass, he spoke leisurely.

“There is one problem with your prediction… Do you know what it is?”

“No, I’m not sure.”

“Our son-in-law must have the ability to kill Carlos. Although he is a self-proclaimed member of the 11th, he has eluded our pursuit for over a dozen years… Do you think my son-in-law, who is just a freshman at the academy, can beat him?”

Finnel recalled the thousand people he had seen in Drayterial. After a while, he answered that it was impossible.

Common sense tells us that it was impossible for a thousand people to grow to the level of Carlos in such a short period of time.

But for some reason, Finel didn’t feel any worry or anxiety.

Because of Damerond’s leisure? Or is it because a thousand people are far from common sense? I couldn’t figure it out.

And he decided not to think any more. The bell had just rang signaling the start of the game.

When – !

Finnel poured the remaining cheap liquor into his mouth and filled the glass again.

At the same moment, the sword of dawn struck Jeronimo’s shoulder from beyond the screen.

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T-e-eung- !!!

Sword and sword collided, emitting an eerie collision sound.

Jeronimo was shocked. The shock felt from the handle of his sword was unusual. Crazy bastard, are you at full strength from the first strike?

Swallowing his embarrassment, he immediately raised the sword to shoulder height and strengthened his lower body. A posture focused on defense with the center of gravity below.

If the opponent was at full strength from the start, all you had to do was defend and lose strength.

It was a common sense decision, but Jeronimo’s eyes widened when he saw the next attack.

A sword aimed at the same position in the same posture.

!!!

Jeronimo, who once again blocked his attack by swinging his sword sideways, aimed his sword at Dawn’s head and stabbed her.

At that moment, Dawn slightly twisted her waist and took off his sword. She then hit the same spot again.

Right shoulder.

Only after the same location was attacked three times did Jeronimo realize Dawn’s intentions.

You crazy bastard, you’re trying to cut off my arm.

He gritted his teeth and swatted away the Dawn Sword, counterattacked, was counterattacked, and swatted away the sword again.

Every time the sword collided, the blood vessels fluttered and the mana trembled violently.

-Oh, have you seen that fast swordsmanship? Jeronimo students and over 1,000 students! They have such skills that it wouldn’t be surprising if either of the two made it to the finals!

The voice of an unknown commentator pierced his ears, but Jeronimo had no power to pay attention to the sound.

If I hadn’t taken the doping potion beforehand, I would have lost my sword on the second or third collision.

That was the difference between the two. That is a gap that goes far beyond the difference between a genius and an ordinary student.

‘How can this happen?’

I was familiar with the story about rescuing a dragon in Manchuria.

I knew that he cut off the arm of Jeon Yun-seong, the strongest first-year student, that he shattered the spine of one of the best second-year students, and that he mixed hands with a red star in Japan.

Yeah, I know it’s great. But that doesn’t mean the gap is this big.

He believed that any lack of talent could be made up for with illegal doping potions.

If the potion I drank at the risk of becoming a useless person who couldn’t even use mana for the next half a year wasn’t enough, I planned to hold on with my desperate will for my family waiting at home.

But it wasn’t enough. No matter how desperately I swung my sword, I could not land an effective hit.

The sword he stabbed for a counterattack was lightly thrown away. When Jeronimo dug into a gap to take advantage, Dawn moved faster than him and put pressure on him in return.

Even the fake attack of attacking with a sword and simultaneously extending the left hand or pretending to extend the leg and slamming the sword down did not work.

All of Jeronimo’s attacks, movements, fakes, and even evil tricks did not reach Dawn.

The worst thing was that Dawn continued to aim for the same place.

They say he has a sexual desire to get pleasure from cutting off other people’s limbs. Is this guy like that too? Or is he simply mocking himself?

Jerónimo decided on the latter. He shouted and swung his sword loudly.

“Fuck, fight properly!”

Even after hearing the shout, Dawn did not fight properly. She tilted her head and moved away, as if she had discovered something strange.

“What are you talking about… Cough!”

I felt nauseous, perhaps because of the doping drugs. Jeronimo swallowed the blood that was flowing back.

And after seeing that, Dawn raised her sword and asked.

“What did you eat?”

“… what?”

“I guess I ate something pretty bad too? My physical condition is unusual… “Are you sure it’s okay?”

What are you talking about as if you are worried? A bastard who only aims for arms.

Jeronimo spat and grabbed his sword again.

“You have no idea.”

“hmm… .”

Dawn frowned and thought about something, then sheathed her sword and took a stance with her bare hands.

It was a typical bare-handed martial arts stance, with the right foot forward and the weight held by the left foot.

Jeronimo, who was about to ask why he was giving up swordsmanship, suddenly remembered a martial art he had seen in a report. Mujinyeonggak of Corvus, an external instructor who taught Dawn.

Is that his real main martial art?

Jeronimo looked at the dawn with complicated eyes and held his sword tightly. It didn’t matter what it was.

There was only one thing he had to do. Stabbing Dawn with a poisoned knife.

Jeronimo, who had composed his mind, took it a little lightly and desperately gathered the mana that was running through his entire body.

The unknown medicinal energy helped him draw out more power than he could normally draw. Something like an incomprehensible scream rang in my ears, but I gathered my strength without paying attention.

And the moment I saw Dawn’s feet moving.

He hit the ground like a bullet. Defense was not a consideration from the beginning. If you want to cut off his arm, cut it. He only had to put one foot in.

My body accelerates, and the distance to Dawn suddenly shortens.

The moment my breath splits into hundreds of parts.

In it, Dawn’s feet moved one beat late.

His heavy feet and calves were slower than Jerónimo’s sword. He was confident of victory.

However, if Bubakbultong were here, he would have screamed in surprise.

Because Dawn’s feet contained the principles of martial arts that he showed.

Start later and take down first. The principle of the later-first-first system.

Jeronimo, who did not feel it, stabbed Dawn in the shoulder. And the moment he was sure he had been stabbed.

Dawn’s feet filled his vision. He blinked involuntarily, and the last thing Geronimo saw was a flash of light as sharp as a bird’s claws.

“?”

There was no sound.

The outside of the ring was still loud with the commentator’s voice and the shouts of the onlookers, but no sound remained where Jeronimo and Dawn clashed.

Jeronimo knelt down without even knowing what had happened to him. what. What did I just hit?

Dawn asked Jeronimo, who was looking at her blankly.

“What on earth did you eat?”

Jeronimo asked in reverse.

“What did you eat? Ugh, how can you destroy my mana with one blow-”

But his words did not go any further. His right arm, which was holding the sword, was cut off.

Phew! As blood poured out belatedly, like in a cartoon, the auditorium instantly became quiet.

While the commentators and onlookers, who were shouting hard, could not keep up with the situation and looked at the two people blankly, Dawn held onto Jeronimo’s shoulder, whose arm had been cut off.

He poured the armament serum into Jeronimo’s body without anyone seeing. Jeronimo was scared, but there was nothing he could do as he had already lost his strength.

And only then did someone among the visitors who came to their senses mutter.

-About 1,000 people won?

The murmur spread quickly. The cameraman later turned the camera away from the brutal amputation scene, and the commentator went even further and declared victory.

However, Dawn did not boast of victory as usual(?). While he was silently moving the armament serum that had been poured into Jeronimo’s body, he frowned when he noticed something.

“… Did you take the potion Juan gave you?”

“W-what?”

How did you know Juan gave you the medicine? Whether or not Jeronimo trembled in embarrassment, Dawn grabbed him by the collar.

“Do you know what the ingredients of this potion are? It would be better to answer truthfully. Depending on the answer, it will be determined whether the senior will escape this ring on foot or as a corpse.”

“… .”

Jeronimo, who saw Dawn’s bloody eyes, was convinced. That this isn’t just a threat. He answered, suppressing his trembling body.

“Jae, I don’t know the ingredients. Well, it’s just a doping potion… “That’s just what I heard.”

“… .”

Dawn stared into Jeronimo’s eyes as if judging whether the words were true or false.

“Jeez, it’s true.”

“… Yes, it’s true. “If I had known that the potion was made from elf blood and flesh, I wouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

“The elf’s… what? “Woof.”

Dawn recovered the armed serum from Jeronimo’s nauseating body. She then glared straight at Juan and his smiling teacher across the audience.