©NovelBuddy
How to Survive at the Academy-Chapter 219
King of blunts (7)
In Dyke’s fight, the audience was holding their breath.
Right now, this duel has been dominated by Ed Roth-Taylor since its inception. It’s pitiful to see Dyke Elpelan’s desperate appearance, who is holding on to his teeth somehow.
After talking for a while with Ed in the middle of the arena, for some reason, Dyke began to move lighter.
Raising the guard and waving his heavy body to and fro, he rushed towards Ed, but it was a repetition of being blocked and blocked by various magics and spirits. Each time that happened, Dyke’s wounds increased in number, but Dyke himself didn’t seem to care at all.
Students and imperial fighters with an innate sense of battle could easily read Dyke’s years from his movements.
Ed’s ability to dodge it effortlessly and use magic to block it, Dyke’s Strike Strike is truly powerful.
But that’s all.
No matter how powerful a cannon might be, if it doesn’t hit it, it means nothing.
By repeating the ducking and swaying movements, he miraculously managed to get Ed out of the way once, but it was close to a fluke that only worked once for the first time.
As soon as he received the information that the opponent was approaching not only with speed, but with proper evasion and fakes… Ed’s movements became noticeably more cautious.
Even at the moment when a counter-attack quote comes out, he doesn’t counter-attack easily. It reads every movement of the opponent, and inserts an attack at a timing that is impossible to resist because the center of power is completely focused.
As such, Dyke falls, rolls the floor, and increases his wounds… but with his teeth clenched, he rises up with a single devil and runs towards Ed again.
However…
“Princess Selah.”
Des, the butler, quietly approached her ear and whispered,
“Without seeing more, the eldest son of House Elpelan is likely to be defeated.”
It may mean to prepare your mind.
The El Phelan family, who have given their full support to Princess Selaha for a long time. Satisfied with her loyalty, Princess Selaha has maintained a special relationship to the extent that she has given her many voices and contributed to the revival of the El Phelan family. When the head of such a family boasted the victory of the duel, Princess Selaha also smiled.
Selah knew that Ed Roth Taylor was a very strong person. It was because he was at the site of the catastrophe at the Roth Taylor mansion.
He even saw Ed Roth Taylor summoning some of the highest spirits himself, so he had no choice but to admit that he was not an easy opponent.
However, there is no way that a weapon with a lot of restrictions like the highest-ranking spirits can be taken out from such a crowded place. ƒreewebɳovel.com
Ed Roth-Taylor’s best power must have been that wind wolf. This is because the Ed Rothtailer in Selah’s head remained a more powerful elemental compared to his age group.
So when he came to the conclusion of the power that Ed could make, the head of the Elpelan family made a rant to Princess Selaha.
To the story of Eshtel Elpelan, who said that if it was Dyke Elpelan, she could definitely break the bridge of her nose, Princess Selaha nodded her head with satisfaction.
And now, this is what it looks like.
Does it hit high-ranking magic all of a sudden, or dodge Dyke’s attack in close combat?
Ed Roth Taylor’s fighting style was more like an all-rounder with deep knowledge in all fields, rather than a wizard. More than I thought, Ed Roth Taylor had a style that was perfected as a fighter.
‘Even the highest spirit I saw at that time… was only one of the secret tools I had…?’
Princess Selaha narrowed her forehead and looked at Dalian. It seems that the conclusion has already been reached, but it is just that Dyke is struggling.
Ed Roth-Taylor outperformed Dyke El Phelan in almost every area. Not only the Princess Selaha, but most of the spectators gathered in this dinning hall must admit it.
“That student, Dyke, is an excellent warrior. As far as strong mental power and will, it is truly worthy of being called a model for warriors. He must have gone through years of training. However…”
Dyke digs in and punches Ed at Ed, but falls out once again in ‘Wild Storm’ when the cooldown has expired.
“He didn’t have a natural fighting sense to the point of despair. People who train their bodies, train their minds, and polish themselves over and over again… There is inevitably an upper limit to their growth.”
At Dest’s words, Princess Selaha frowned.
Des, the butler, who had once worked as a combat agent, was able to easily read Dyke’s natural limitations in his movements.
“Probably, Dyke himself knows best. I have reached the highest level where I can become stronger by investing my effort.”
Des closed his eyes and spoke.
“However, this ideal is a dead end. I know… from experience. In the duel with the lower grades, it might have been possible to press down on the results of that effort alone, but in a duel between those aiming for the pinnacle… that alone is not enough.”
As if sympathizing with Dyke… Death spoke in a whisper.
it’s a wall
Standing in front of Dyke who raised the guard was a magnificent and huge wall. It is a wall so large and strong that it cannot be broken through or bypassed.
R𝑒ad latest chapt𝒆rs at freewebnovёl.ƈom Only.
Even if they make the same fist, the fist of a dunjae and the fist of a genius are completely different.
From the slightest movement of the body, the sense of catching the movement of the enemy in an instant, the movement that twists and turns the center of power in an instant, and the agility that uses even the inertia or gravity that restricts the body as a driving force.
The realm of practice and the realm of sensation are completely separate.
The momentary sense that characters such as Clevius, Ziggs, Tailly, and Veros were born with… Dyke was not born in the first place.
Delay in mastery of technology can be overcome.
If you learn the same kick twice as late as others, you can practice it twice as long.
In reality, it took about five times longer, and there were many days when I had to practice ten times and twenty times more. That’s what you can overcome with willpower and the amount of training you want.
However, once you reach the limit of effort, what you see is a wall that cannot be overcome by effort alone.
Beating the rabbits taking a nap by the side of the road, the tortoise runs straight down the road with its teeth clenched. As they stretched out among these lazy geniuses and reached the end of the road, what they saw was a huge rock. It is so high that it is impossible to jump over it unless it is a rabbit.
The referee comes and whispers in the turtle’s ear. To get to the next one, jump over it.
– Bang!!
Dyke, who got up again, was losing his mind. Nevertheless, he sharply sharpened his teeth and raised his body to raise the guard.
Take a deep breath and take a deep breath.
Whoop-
ha-
As there was no sign of a declaration of surrender, the school staff slowly came out and started preparing for the end of the duel.
Already, in front of the audience, the students at the highest level of the bachelor’s degree have shown enough.
Moreover, the composition of the duel itself has reached a level where it is meaningless to proceed further.
As the duel slowly progressed to a long battle, Dyke’s melee attack pattern had already been ruined.
The slashing fist is powerful, but there are few anomalous attack patterns based on sense, and there is no way to outwit Ed after getting close.
‘Balkyung’, which has no foreshadowing and suddenly jumps out and confuses the opponent, consumes too much mana. Dyke, which lacks magic response in the first place, is a technique that cannot be used properly a few times, and the ‘rock skin’ that mitigates the physical shock to some extent is also prone to incapacitating in an instant if you repeatedly hit high-fire magic.
In all respects, there is no way to beat Ed Roth Taylor any more.
That blonde noble man is as strong as a monster.
However, Dyke laughed.
“I lost, Ed Rothtailer.”
Sudden declaration of defeat. Not only the audience, but also all the faculty members were shocked.
Dyke Elpelan never threw the white flag first, despite the defeat of many duels.
No matter how clearly it was a split game, he was a man who never gave up.
However, he said those words with his mouth… still he did not lower the guard.
“…”
“At the beginning, I had a sense of defeat. In the first place, it wasn’t once or twice that I lost in a duel over pride… I was hurting my pride and being like a dog. To fall on my knees in front of motherf**kers who haven’t even trained a tenth of what I do is really upsetting and outrageous.”
“Didn’t you say you’re used to it? He wasn’t really that emotional.”
“okay. To others, he may have seemed like a mature and mature person who accepted defeat. But I just didn’t want to show the disassembly. Because it hurts my self-esteem.”
Dyke knew. The original defeat is resentment.
It’s several times more dangerous to get used to defeat and settle down without even feeling resentful anymore.
No matter how many times you become bloody and roll on the floor, you should never lose as much of your spirit of improvement as you go upwards.
That is the treasure that Dyke kept until the very end. Even if it’s a worn-out, tattered pride, he somehow sticks it and remembers his resentment and stinging sensation until the end. That’s how Dyke Elpelan lives.
“But, for some reason, I am not angry today.”
“…Yes?”
“It’s probably because he’s a guy like you.”
A tattered, half-loosened bandage was barely hanging from Ed’s arm.
The wounds and fine muscles that were exposed through the gap. It was a hardship that I could barely get while wandering through the deadly places over and over again.
The thorny path was not difficult to draw in Dyke’s head, so he spoke in a reassuring voice.
“-Is the road still open?”
Dyke felt it. His path is now blocked.
You can’t move forward because a huge wall is standing tall. It is difficult to just take a side step.
Ed thought for a moment at Dyke’s question with a roaring laugh, and then spat out an answer.
“Not yet.”
“Yeah, that’s a shame.”
After spitting it out like that, Dyke was ready for the final match.
Even though he already knew that he would lose, he was thinking of putting this together. Perhaps he had a gut feeling.
The will remains, but the energy of the body has already reached its limit. His body couldn’t keep up with Dyke’s strong mental power.
Just once, a sincere government that puts all of its strength into it. If it works, you win; if it doesn’t, you lose.
-And, it won’t work.
Knowing that fact, Dyke was able to declare defeat in advance.
However, a declaration is only a declaration. As long as there is energy left, it raises its fist. I’ve only been living that way. Ed is also well aware that Dyke isn’t the one who’s going to end up here, so he never releases his defensive stance.
Because there is no way to reverse the way of life that I have been carrying out my whole life.
Whoop-
ha-
Dyke takes a deep breath and raises his fist.
– Wrath!
– aa
Ed, who uses wind magic to change the trajectory of his movement, evades Dyke’s fist without much effort.
With her posture lowered as it is, a “one-point explosion” strikes directly into Dyke’s arms.
Dyke is in a state of exhaustion without raising a guard or preparing his mind, and even runs out of mana.
As it was, all damage was shoved into Dyke’s body without being blocked or spilled.
– Aww!
– poop
When the dust that rose up was scattered in the wind and disappeared, what he saw was the figure of Dyke, kneeling and drooping.
There was no consciousness, but his expression seemed relaxed.
*- Wow!
Cheers for the winner pour out.
Admiration pours down from Ed Roth Taylor, who once again stood up straight from the center of the dungeon.
Flowers thrown from the audience colored the sky. One by one, they sit on the floor of the dungeon and pile up.
Ed bowed his head to greet Dyke, who had his head bowed down on his knees.
After he was put on a stretcher along with the school staff who came to help him after fainting, he bowed his head to the audience to say hello.
Then cheers erupted from the audience again. After clapping like that in the heat for a while, Ed Roth-Taylor raised a finger and asked for silence.
As if promised, the audience becomes silent. For now, it’s time to talk briefly about how you feel about a glorious victory.
Princess Selaha narrowed her eyes and bit her lips tightly.
If Dyke had won, he would have thanked him by talking about Selah’s tribute here.
As a fighter, I can smile gloriously because I have helped a family in crisis with a compassionate heart.
All this glory goes to Princess Selaha.
Saying such words will further elevate the prestige of Princess Selah. So many nobles were watching, and even Emperor Chloel was watching.
However, all plans went awry. I tried to judge Ed Roth Taylor’s strength as conservatively as possible, but he was stronger than I expected. The pace of growth was far exceeding expectations.
He, who supports Princess Phenia, will probably elevate Phenia’s name at this event.
Shelaha closed her eyes tightly and was about to sigh.
“This victory today is due to the presence of the great Princess Selaha, who calmly adjusts the situation and always tries to look at the world objectively in the midst of the tragedy at the Roth Taylor mansion.”
However, a story that made you doubt your ears followed.
“It is a great honor for me, Ed Roth-Taylor, that Princess Selaha watched this duel here. There were times when he doubted me and looked at me with a hostile gaze. However, as a monarch who embraces all things, it was a natural thing to do. Because the original sin of the Roth Taylor family is not without it.”
Everyone in the audience held their breath, paying attention to Ed Roth Taylor’s words.
“But I know. Because Princess Selaha, who is always determined and confident, took the center stage and led the crowd during the disaster at the Roth Taylor Mansion, that I too can live upright here. That is why, on that day, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Princess Sellaha for correcting the Ros Taylor family who went down the wrong path and leading them towards the right path with rebuke and reproach. Today’s glory is all thanks to Princess Selaha!”
Among the falling petals, those glorious words of Ed Roth Taylor continued.
The crowd shouted hurray and began to chant Selah’s name. It really felt like Selaha became the protagonist of this arena.
Emperor Chloel also patted Selah’s back with a satisfied smile, wondering if Selah was proud of her. It was truly a proud sight.
‘what…?’
The only one who did not understand this situation was Princess Selaha.
There is absolutely no reason for Ed Roth Taylor to defend and exalt Princess Sellaha.
Even so, Ed Roth-Taylor, who gave all the credit to Princess Selaha with a sincere expression…
‘This is… what the hell is going on…?’
Only Princess Selaha had her face hardened in the cheers of the crowd.
Selah’s intuition cries out.
──That man is plotting something.
That intention is… invisible to Selah’s eyes. like a thick fog.