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He hesitated in confusion, and when I glared at him, he slowly put down his sword and shield. Then he forcefully picked up the baton and looked very disapproving.
“Are you telling me to come all the way here and flail?”
“That’s better. It’s a skill that has been pounding grain for decades. Rather than thinning barley grains, you can think of it as squeezing people, right?”
“I’m used to it, but… … .”
He held the baton and swung it from top to bottom. A flail is an agricultural tool that removes kernels from beans and barley. Although it may seem simple, farmers of this era process all harvested crops by hand. As a serf, how many thousands of times did he flail? Funny enough, there is no unnecessary movement. He knows how to swing a baton. So far, the flail has just not been pointed at people. Historically, there is a reason why lords feared peasant uprisings.
Of course, even if you are good at wielding a flail, you cannot defeat someone who has learned how to kill people.
“If you’re going to swing a long stick, wouldn’t a spear be better?”
“no. “The blade of the spear is a bit difficult.”
“Confucius. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Shut up and memorize this one movement.”
I roughly snatched the baton from his hand.
“Most opponents will attack you roughly like a mad dog. So, let me teach you how to catch a dog.”
Herbivory of Dangdubonggal (當頭棒喝).
It is one of the postures of hitting the head hard with a batting stick and is a martial art that requires precise distribution of force and speed. I picked up the baton and hit it. Although it did not contain any internal energy, the iron bar bent like a reed at the speed at which it was swung and then returned. The farmer’s eyes widened at the sound of the wind tearing.
“One hit will result in a goal.”
“Think of it as adding distribution and accuracy to the way you swing the flail. “I will practice this posture day and night for the next hour.”
“If you learn this attack method… Can you win?”
“No, you’re going to be pushed out anyway.”
Even though it is the best martial art he can learn, it is absurd to think that he could master Dangdubonggal in one hour. All you have to do is imitate. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the trick of dangdubongal. All you have to do is break the enemy’s pot properly.
“It makes you let down your guard. “Because you look like a piece of shit.”
“Confucius… … .”
“Give me what I’m going to give you. If you feel like you’re going to die, run away. “I was shaking.”
You only get one chance.
“Aim for the moment when your opponent is so angry that they feel like they won’t die even if they get hit with a stick, so they attack you.”
I hope he can.
“It means treating the other person as a crazy dog. Don’t be scared when swinging the baton. You swing the baton with sincere contempt, as if you were chasing away a mad dog. Or did you think of the enemy’s head as a grain of barley?”
This is also unavoidable if the opponent is much stronger.
But at most, he is at the level of a violent priest.
“okay. It thins out the opponent’s head like thinning out peas. Well, the only thing I learned from farming for decades was farming, but there comes a day when it becomes this helpful. Confucius, how do you know such amazing fighting methods? “You are amazing.”
I patted his shoulder and encouraged him.
“Let’s live and see.”
“yes!”
“Don’t blame me even if you die.”
“… “I wish you wouldn’t say that now.”
* * *
The iron door opens. Fighters enter the arena. The audience wishes for death. The cooled heat heats up again, and yellow eyes watch the fighters. When the farmer showed up at the arena, there was a lot of swearing and criticism, as if he had made a promise. Even though he was influenced by the devil, the vibe he gave off was not too suited to violence. The violent priests who despised the weak seemed to want him to die quickly.
The iron door on the other side opens and the opponent walks into the arena.
Fortunately, the other person is a believer who also joined the church.
However, the level is similar to that of priests. I met the wrong person. If the farmer gets too excited and forgets the moves I taught him or is overconfident and tries to fight back, his shredded corpses will be scattered around the square.
But I calmly watched his game.
Daa.
Because Dalby had the same feelings as me.
The resolution I made when I joined the church is still valid.
If it sucks, just flip it over.
The test of struggle has begun.
The two stared at each other, but the other one attacked first. I am looking at the uncle with ease. He stabs the long spear with rough movements. A spear is an easy-to-handle weapon. If you are not used to fighting, it is three times better than a sword. In response, the man ran away using his strong calves trained through farming.
Boo-!
No one ran away from the arena.
The farmer’s actions are the cowardice of the weak. The audience, absorbed in the violence, hurled unspeakable curses at the man. But he doesn’t care. Most likely, he won’t be able to hear.
Run away, avoid, and roll.
Sprinkling dirt, throwing stones and swearing.
As the farmer’s adventures did not end, the booing continued.
The more cowardly his actions became, the more I began to smile.
“The opportunity has come.”
The allotted time is 10 minutes, and once it has elapsed, both players are eliminated.
It’s not the man who’s irritated, it’s the other person. He didn’t want to be eliminated due to timeout. Also, he no longer felt the slightest sense of tension. He thought of the uncle as if he were a fly to be killed. I just want to quickly kill the weak and advance to the next round. They don’t even try to protect themselves and just swing their spears blindly. He pounced like an angry bull. The situation reached its climax.
A sure distraction from the opponent.
My uncle was a diligent test taker.
Bye!
Swinging towards the charging enemy.
The scent of martial arts with little added to the flail with decades of experience.
Its power willingly crushed human skulls.
The opponent collapsed after a terrible crashing sound.
With three minutes left, the winner was Mr.
“Wow!”
He waved at me and cheered, but I turned my head away.
Even though there was a winner, the response from the arena was lukewarm.
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* * *
The next opponent is a red-haired boy.
Did you say her name was Goun?
He wasn’t really worried.
The other party was a violent priest.
A priest, not a believer, a person accustomed to violence.
However, the result was decided in the fastest time of any match ever fought.
The winner was decided in just 140 seconds.
The winner is a red-haired boy.
Even though he won, he turned his back without much emotion.
“The red hair, the way he speaks, the way he acts, and… … .”
No matter how hard he tries to hide it, his swordsmanship is that of the Kunkan Empire.
And until the Lanistas appeared, most of the Kunkan swordsmanship textbooks were written and taught by Duke Solgar. Knights still learn Solgar swordsmanship until they find their own sword. But that boy seemed to have delved particularly deeply into Solgar swordsmanship.
“fence. “Is it a coincidence?”
I thought deeply about the Solgar family humans I had seen at birthday parties and social gatherings before.
It’s not. There was no kid my age in the Solgar family that looked so neat.
* * *
The last game was me.
Isn’t the main match usually the last match?
The fact that he became a champion in the last game of the round of 16 was probably largely due to his dominance at the entrance gate.
“The fighter of slaughter is back after a month! A talented person who reached the finals of the Test of Struggle. The powerful mace he swings turns opponents into a mess, so there is no one who can stand up to him! Malcarto, the priest closest to the position of bishop in name and reality!”
I thought so, but it seems not to be the case.
Since it is a violent, self-respecting church, not only expedient practices but also illegal activities will be tolerated to some extent.
If I say that my opponent is that guy, should I say that he decided to fight me?
thud! thud!
Is that really the sound of human footsteps?
A giant named Malcarto who was knocked down by a kick in the abdomen because he talked a lot.
I broke all my ribs, but came back in perfect shape.
No, it actually got bigger. Now, we can even believe that they are a mixture of humans and giants.
“Khaha-!”
Still laughing in an unpleasant voice.
The voice was louder than a gong, so much so that it overturned the cheers of the audience.
“bloke!”
He was the same as when we first met.
He looked down at me with an arrogant look and shouted after being knocked down by a single blow.
“I let my guard down! Hahaha! “Never would have thought that the ‘Pillar of Dawn’ would appear in Violence Church!”
“What, do you know me?”
“Tsk tsk. I saw it before when I was a Luchaquan guard. I remembered it because it was a cheeky top stand. So he is even more unforgiving. The guy who dared to surprise me and take me down! Contrary to his reputation, he is truly cowardly! Today the pillars will break under my mace!”
“What, you still know me?”
“Heh, you’re conceited. Even if they are the Pillar of Dawn and the Moon Child, they are no match for me anymore. I offered my ‘soul’ to the religious leader. The religious leader bestowed great grace on me. Tsk tsk, the leader trusts me. Wow! I am strong! haha!”
“I can’t even speak well anymore. “You idiot.”
Did you say it was the devil’s grace?
It has definitely changed.
The devil’s energy was overflowing from him.
If he was closer to a human before, now he is definitely a ‘demon’.
The guy said confidently.
“You foolish Confucius.”
I answered indifferently.
“What the f*ck?”
“You seem scared. under! Do you worry about your reputation even before you die? do not worry. I didn’t tell anyone that you were the Pillar of Dawn. We can’t let the hyenas attack us. Your body is mine. Later, when I kill Duke Reinberg, I will force him to feed you his rotten, maggot-infested head. Hahaha-! A violent religion will rule the empire!”
“You’re crossing the line.”
I raised my finger.
“After I eat you, I will become a cardinal, not just a bishop!”
The guy pounces.
thud! thud!
An earthquake occurs.
Daa.
I gathered strength in my fingers.
The secret of Ilyangji is one point.
However, I cannot control my strength freely.
Daadaa!
Still no problem.
Dalbi is jumping around excitedly.
The energy gathered in the index finger gradually became sharper.
Release magic.
I aimed between his eyes.
“Hoy!”
Ilyangji.
Or ‘my friend with superpowers’.
The pure energy released and blown away at one point was no different from the energy released by a top-notch expert. It was an exasperated and overflowing force that did not suit the bastard’s death, but I did not want to see his fluttering snout anymore.
Push-!
It collapsed before it reached me.
There is no head.
It saved the janitor’s trouble.
The heads cut off by the released internal energy would have already been scattered somewhere in the square.
The headless body collapsed helplessly, and a fountain of blood spewed out from the severed neck.
I didn’t want to see the disgusting sight, so I turned my back.
The audience was just quiet.
I celebrated by raising my middle finger.
“Wow-!”
Only the clueless farmer responded with cheers.
* * *
The round of 16 of the Test of Struggle has ended.
Eight teams advanced.
There were only three teams that all survived and advanced.
The rest of the team was filled with priests who wanted a challenge.
The priests who wanted to become bishops were different from the stupid Malcarto priests.
Perhaps, those who join along the way will be quite strong, unlike the half-baked believers.
In other words, it goes without saying that the higher you go, the stronger your opponent becomes.
The problem is that the level gap is severe.
“Uncle.”
“Yes, Confucius.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Confucius.”
There are two days left.
I was prepared to break your molar.
Unfortunately, I knew very well that it is best to learn by being beaten.
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