162. Festival of the Sword (5)
#162
There were no more abstentions. The confrontation structure collapsed one by one, and a melee began.
“Fight more!”
“You ugly bastards! Do you think that the sacred sword festival is a place for plunder?”
“noisy! “You look good on that polearm!”
People rushed towards each other. Those who were a little smarter or weaker fought with their backs to the wall, while those who were stronger or dumber jumped straight into the middle and swung their spears. Shouts, screams, and the sound of metal clashing were echoing everywhere. A variety of swords were flying through the air of the arena. The occasional spray of blood cooled the heated air.
‘Maybe it’s because it’s the first test, but most people are half-hearted.’
The severed wrist was falling to the floor. It was unclear whether he had made a mistake while cutting for a weapon or whether he had originally aimed for the wrist. Ronan watched them, stroking his chin.
Perhaps because of his reputation for defeating the Winter Witch, no one attacked him. Casualties were pouring in all over the place, but unlike Schlieffen, he did not feel the need to save anyone.
‘I came here because they wanted me to, so why? It’s good for me if the numbers decrease.’
The people who remained were all driven by desire. There was no superiority or inferiority in the desire that took priority over life. It was his choice to fight to covet someone else’s weapon or to become the master of the holy sword.
In fact, what the woman who tried to plunge a knife into the young man’s back was not wrong. It would have been difficult for the subject who came to swing her sword without that level of determination. Suddenly, a question crossed Ronan’s mind. he said, looking down at her girl.
“But you’re not running away?”
“Why am I running away?”
“What if I break your sword? “Just looking at it, it seems like there’s only one.”
“That won’t happen. You can tell that much at a glance. “You are good.”
“her.”
Ronan laughed. It seemed quite ridiculous. Even though it was embarrassing, I felt like I had to show this young pervert an example. It was the moment when he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. A loud voice echoed from not far away.
“Hahaha! “Miss, come here!”
“what?”
The two people turned their heads. A guy who was collecting skulls or something was rushing towards the girl with fierce force. The two hatchets held in both hands were emitting an eerie light.
‘It’s pretty good.’
Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. Judging from his level of mana, he was quite capable. The well-ground blades were drenched in blood, as if they had already killed several people. She was disgusted by the girl who made eye contact with her and bit her tongue.
“Ugh. “It’s also ugly.”
“I treat you with respect because you are a young lady, so go and listen to what I have to say.”
“Are you crazy? “Are you the type of person who thinks that even if you look ugly, it’s okay if you’re good on the inside?”
“It depends.”
Ronan shook his head. Even though the gap between her and her was rapidly closing, the girl did not show even a single sign of nervousness. Instead, she was wasting valuable time preaching her own obscene, look-supreme doctrines when she could have been preparing to run or fight.
“Of course, that doesn’t mean what’s on the inside isn’t important. If you want to serve a lady like me, of course you have to have a kind heart. But the first thing, no matter what anyone says, is the face. “It’s even better if you have long legs and firm buttocks like you or your friend…”
“For the first time in a while, I will have to wet my ax with young blood!”
“Ah. Noisy.”
The Skeleton Hunter roared again. The girl sighed and put her hands behind her back. She grabbed the hilt sticking out through her hair and pulled, pulling out an elongated longsword with a steely grunt. Ronan’s eyes widened at the completely unexpected sight.
“that···!”
“It’s quite useful.”
The girl, who swung the knife in a round as if to ask, smiled triumphantly. Ronan, who had been dumbfounded, opened her mouth in a trembling voice.
“···Isn’t it too old?”
It was definitely a good looking sword. About five hundred years ago.
The condition of the longsword was truly miserable. Not only was the day out, it was rusty, like autumn leaves. Did you pick it up from a dump somewhere? The girl, seeing Ronan’s expression, firmly shook her head.
“You don’t know what. “What matters is the person wielding the sword, not the sword.”
“That’s what I like, too.”
“it’s okay. Look Carefully.”
With those words, the girl ran away. Ronan’s eyes widened. Her movements were so light that it was hard to believe she was human. The Skull Collector’s face twisted in confusion.
“W-what?!”
Indeed, the skull collector was a skilled person. He deserved to hear those words simply because he had sensed the girl’s movements with his eyes. Suddenly Ronan remembered that she was the only one in the crowd who noticed her own sharp sword.
‘Was he really a talented person?’
fault! In an instant, the girl jumped up from her spot, reaching right in front of her man. It looked like a rabbit made of wind leaping. Her frightened man hurriedly crossed his axes and took a defensive stance.
“Wow!! “Go away!”
“bye.”
The girl’s body rotated in the air. Her abundant white hair wrapped around her. The blade spinning around her body was so perfect that it could not be defeated by her savior’s swordsmanship. Ronan cheered, clenching her fists without realizing it.
Yes, actually, that sword is only as thick as it looks, but it might be a truly famous sword! It was the moment when the blade, gently cutting through the wind, touched the axe. Kajangchang! The girl’s longsword shattered as if it were glass.
“what.”
“Huh…huh?”
Patter. The knife fragments, divided into hundreds, fell to the floor. The girl followed and landed. She looked blankly at the hilt of the sword in her hand. The Skeleton Collector barely came to her senses and raised her ax in rage.
“Is this damn kid kidding me! “Get lost!”
“ah.”
The ax was struck vertically. The girl turned around late, but the ax blade had already reached the top of her head. It was the moment when she closed her eyes in resignation. Suddenly! The man’s head was separated from the body around the neck bone.
“···ah?”
The skull collector’s mouth opened. However, no voice came out. Ronan, who had jumped forward in a month, kicked him in the side. bang! His headless body bounced around violently.
His head, which rose high, fell into the cauldron in a parabolic curve. with a plop! His head sank into the boiling molten iron and did not rise again. Ronan, who landed lightly, looked down at the girl and said.
“Yamma, what’s wrong with the wielder?”
“I believed in your goodness.”
The girl casually brushed her hair. There was no sign of fear or reflection at all. Ronan sighed as if he was astonished.
“scent. This really isn’t going to work. “I don’t have a weapon anymore, so what can I do?”
“Kaaaaaa! die!”
He was about to say something. Suddenly, fifteen participants from all directions shouted at the same time and rushed towards Ronan. Ronan, embarrassed, pulled the girl towards him.
“What the f*ck, what happened all of a sudden?”
“I’m suffocating.”
The girl strangled by her collar squeaked. Something was strange. Even the guys who had been fighting with other opponents just now turned their backs and were running towards me. The eyes of the participants who rushed forward with their weapons raised were all unfocused.
‘It’s a bit intentional.’
Ronan’s eyes shone fiercely. No matter how much mental energy a melee battle consumed, it was strange for guys who were good at fighting to do this without any warning.
‘This···.’
He soon noticed a suspicious current of mana moving around the arena. The reddish current was flowing among the participants like a stream.
It was not the type of mana found in nature. At that time, a man crouching in a corner, terrified, inhaled suspicious mana. Exactly three seconds had passed.
“Kaaaa!”
The man got up from his seat and rushed at Ronan. His eyes were also unfocused and shaking like everyone else’s. Ronan eventually came to a conclusion and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
‘Auror. Or the weapon’s effect. But why me?’
It seemed clear that one of the participants had abilities. And the fact that he is targeting him. However, the arena was so chaotic that the caster could not be found. Ronan, who was scratching his head, sighed.
“Oh, f*ck.”
Now that it was like this, I had no choice but to fight. Meanwhile, the strange mana was gradually increasing the number of madmen. The girl tilted her head back and asked Ronan.
“many. “Can you do something like your friend?”
“no.”
“Then what should we do? Are you going to kill them all?”
Instead of answering, Ronan lowered his posture. This was the stance he took when using slightly larger techniques. If you think about it positively, it was a good thing. There was a technology I wanted to test in this situation.
‘But I don’t know if this will work.’
However, the problem was that it was a difficult technique even for Ronan to think about. If they were to be picky and make a mistake, all of the twenty or so participants would have died or become assholes. Of course, it was none of Ronan’s business, but since the goal was to hone the precision of the technique through actual combat, it was best to do it all at once. The participants who had become crazy had already reached within ten steps. Ronan muttered as he looked at them.
“You are all eliminated. “You idiots.”
Ronan concentrated. The mana expressed from the core dyed La Mancha red. The girl and the participants around her frowned at the bright red color that was so bright that it stung their eyes. It was the moment when the participant who was running in front came within five steps.
‘now.’
Ronan’s arm disappeared from sight. A red crescent moon was drawn in the center of the arena. The sword energy that appeared along the sword path was sprayed like a spray of water. It was La Mancha’s ability to liquify sword energy.
However, there was a slight difference from what Ronan usually used. The sword energy was only flying towards the weapons they were holding. Exactly twenty-four red water droplets were passing through the people. Schlieffen, who was watching him in front of the cauldron, laughed.
“Did we get there?”
The anticipation was so intense that it did not even touch the participants’ fingers. The moment the arc-drawn La Mancha returned to its original position, the sword and blade clashed violently. Quagwang! bang! A series of small explosions occurred, sending metal fragments flying everywhere. The hosting committee members all expressed their admiration at the sight, which looked like a flower made of steel blooming. The girl who was still attached to Ronan covered her mouth with one hand.
“and.”
At the same time, blood-curdling screams erupted from everywhere. This was because scattered fragments became lodged in the participants’ bodies.
“Khaaaaaaaa! Argh!”
“Uh, face! “My face!”
Looking at the dramatic reaction, it seemed like the madness that had been in my body had disappeared. As expected, there was nothing better than shock therapy to bring him to his senses. The participants collapsed almost simultaneously and rolled around on the floor. Ronan grinned after seeing that the technique was successful.
“Now···.”
But his eyes soon narrowed. He had to find the guy who did this and beat him up. That was the moment Ronan put his feet up to search. Buuuu! The sound of horns rang out again from the stands surrounding the arena. The guide who announced the rules shouted as he ran into the arena.
“Everyone stop! There are ten weapons remaining at this point. “We will conclude the first test!”
“what?”
Ronan stopped in place. Only then did the sight of the arena, reminiscent of a battlefield, come into view. There were seven people, including him, who were standing on two legs.
