Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 90

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“It’s magic.”

“huh?”

The redhead, taken aback by my answer, was speechless and only spit out questions.

The guy frowned, perhaps because it was an unexpected answer, then shook his head and said.

“No, you are not a wizard. The movements he has shown so far do not show any signs of a wizard. How does a wizard teach martial arts in the first place? “What are you?”

“huh. “It’s actually a martial art.”

“Nonsense! So you’re saying you released energy with your fingers? “Can you be the master?”

“Yes, Master.”

“No way! Even Solgar, the best swordsman in the empire, is a master… … .”

I shouted, sticking my index finger out at him.

“Hoy!”

“Hi!”

He quickly bent down and dodged. His head seemed to recall the image of the priest running away. The guy rolled over until he rolled over, and when nothing happened, he let out a curse. I said, waving my index finger.

“Which beat should I go to? “Are you here to start a fight?”

“No, that… … .”

Fortunately, red hair seems to have a sense of shame. The redhead knew the situation was awkward. Even if they’re on the same team, they don’t say a word for a few days and then suddenly ask who they are. Rude. If you have any questions, you should first ask for understanding and ask politely. Looking at his skills, he must have been one of the best in the military world among his peers. But I can’t allow you to do the same things you do in your living room in front of me.

I came out of the room and called the man who was in the posture of crying. And based on the realization gained through practical experience, he refined and supplemented the Nonghwa sword technique. Third-rate martial arts are also difficult to ignore if you have a high level of proficiency. If you follow the training well and learn a few more days, you will be able to reach a level where violent priests are no match for you.

I plan to teach martial arts all night long.

I leave the fatigue to Dalby. Give me wings, Dalbi.

The farmer’s flail skill is quite high. If he could hit it properly on the head, it would have enough power to knock down even an apprentice knight from the Blue Wolf with a single blow. The farmer, who had been swinging the baton hundreds of times for several hours, stopped practicing and quietly approached me and whispered softly.

“Confucius. “That guy hasn’t been thinking about leaving since a while ago?”

“Leave it alone.”

He might be good with a sword, but his stealth skills weren’t great.

We hid behind a pillar and watched, glancing at us, and before we knew it, more than three hours had passed.

Even though he was discovered by the farmer, the redhead must have thought he was well hidden and sometimes imitated the path of the agricultural sword technique with small movements. At first glance, I heard that in martial arts, if you are caught spying on martial arts training, your head will be cut off.

“When the sun rises, take a break for about two hours. “No matter what, the fatigue would have accumulated.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

There was nothing more to do with my posture.

As I returned to my room, the redhead followed me.

I suddenly turned my back and glared at his face.

The guy was startled, but then passed me by with a calm expression on his face and opened the door.

I grew curious about his attitude.

“He speaks like a bimbo, but his pride is noble, so he’s a strange guy.”

When I slowly opened the door, he was standing in front waiting for me.

And he spoke confidently with a determined face.

“If you get out of here, I’ll give you three million gallons. All you have to do is answer a few questions. how is it? 3 million. “Are you okay?”

“What are you doing?”

“huh?”

“I have a lot of money. “Who do you think is a beggar?”

I threatened him.

“If you keep bothering me, you’ll get a taste of the hoi.”

He kept looking at me with an incomprehensible look on his face until I lay down on the bed. Then, when he was hit hard with a point, he bowed his back again and rolled over. He is also a strange guy. Surprisingly, he is not a guy with a lot of pride. The mere act of asking a question is considered shameful by the ordinary nobles I know. Also, being frightened by my actions means that you have recognized my skills. He’s not even an idiot. What is it? It’s like a boy from a back alley who was forcibly instilled with aristocratic pride.

There was a word that suddenly came to mind.

Since I was an intellectual who knew etiquette, I didn’t bother to say it out loud.

“Tch.”

The guy who did the cool flip left the room in a hurry and came back an hour before the game.

* * *

Test of Struggle Lesson 4.

Now it’s just boring.

Since the farmer who was the most problematic person easily won, I wanted to quickly move on to the next step. Several days have already passed in this bloody, disgusting place. In the final battle, after winning, after meeting the leader of the violent cult, I sent the old man and the red-haired kid down and planned to go on a rampage right away.

Just like in the first game, after a dull decision, it was the red-haired guy’s turn.

The guy who had been doing well all this time ended up allowing his opponent to hit the first hit. It was different from the previous game. He suffered a botched attack and his hair was cut off. The lower part of his neck could have been cut. Nevertheless, he clumsily swung the baton in his hand. There were several opportunities where he almost defeated the enemy, but each time he seemed to hold back. His Solgar Empire swordsmanship is at a considerable level. Even among imperial knights, he has quite a reputation.

“shit!”

He got angry and swung the baton again. Judging by his posture, he seemed to be foolishly imitating the martial arts and sword techniques. Even though he is a third-rate martial artist, he is not at the level where he can imitate what he saw yesterday from afar. He swung the baton like a sword. He lost his balance and tripped over his own feet. If the skill gap with his opponent wasn’t so severe, he would have died long ago.

In the end, with one minute left, he followed the familiar path and defeated the enemy. He was victorious, but his eyes sparkled with anger. Are you disappointed in yourself? His red hair roughly strangled the baton in his hand. It felt like the complaining of a child who was annoyed that things didn’t work out as expected.

* * *

“I was sorry.”

As soon as he entered the room, he bowed his head to me and said.

“I wasn’t used to asking for guidance from people my age.”

I didn’t like that guy. It’s not because you called me ‘kid’. He was a strangely irritable person, but I couldn’t figure out why. But after hearing his apology, I realized.

“From now on, I will be your instructor… “I’ll think of you as a teacher.”

It’s because of memories from a past life. One day, there was a guy who asked me to tell him the ‘secret of the eyes.’ He persistently persuaded me. I told him it was something I couldn’t teach, but he saw my strength as a skill, and he thought he could learn it himself. He was confident. He thought he could achieve anything if he put his head down. He eventually became a captain, but he remembers that he didn’t end well.

The red-haired guy is talented.

Also, in these situations, there is a desire to learn something for yourself.

Usually, guys like that succeed.

I glared at him quietly. The eyes facing me are bright like jewels. It’s not like there’s any scheming. The guy believed that if he lowered his head, I would teach him martial arts. This is called the self-esteem of a talented person.

“why?”

“I won’t take up much of your time. Just answer a few questions. I can’t tell you my situation, but… Trust me. “I will definitely repay you when this is over.”

“You can learn what you have, why are you trying to learn something else? Your swordsmanship is stronger. “You probably don’t know, right?”

He answered with a stern expression.

“I walked into this terrible place on my own to gain enlightenment, to prove myself. But nothing is gained from the strife of uncivilized barbarians. But with you, maybe I can get what I want.”

It is not a boy’s childish heroism.

When he said he would prove himself, it didn’t seem like a clumsy determination.

Being chased by something.

“Please.”

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall.

The redhead’s expression is excited. But I’m not looking at him.

Sister Ushas’ eerie smile that I saw at the cathedral.

Seeds of evil are rampant within Solgar territory.

And just then, this guy appeared.

Yeons are funny. It makes us look forward to what will come back from even a small donation.

I grinned. He will later realize the meaning of my smile.

“What are you curious about?”

“ah! thank you! first of all! Okay, so why do you hold the edge and the center and swing when you handle the baton? If you’re going to exert force, wouldn’t it be better to hold both hands neatly like this? To make it easier to move the center of gravity, it would be better to keep a distance of about three spans. And why does the opponent bend his knees and place the tip of the bar down when he attacks? It’s much better to prepare for an attack if you put it in the front, right? I felt it during the fight earlier, I’m sorry, but it’s full of loopholes! But the strange thing is, that guy’s skills have improved significantly. Oh, again… … .”

He quickly spit out the questions he had in his head. I wanted to hit my head because of how eager he was to learn.

“Shut up and watch what I do and remember.”

The guy closed his mouth and looked at me with a coy smile. I snatched the guy’s baton and performed a wild sword technique. Unlike what the farmer taught me, I unfolded them in succession from the first to the last meal.

“Oh, it looks different up close.”

After finishing eating, I threw the baton at the guy and said,

“try.”

The redhead uses a sharp sword technique. Of course, this guy. There is talent. I feel sorry for you, but there was a huge difference in talent. Unlike the old man, who could barely follow along after having to learn it for several days, this guy memorized the routine to a certain extent and performed it in the same way just by seeing it up close once. Even if he is a third-rate martial artist, if he has this level of talent, he may be what is commonly called a genius.

There is no inspiration.

The world is so unfair.

This is because ‘geniuses’ of that level are widespread.

“Now you know.”

I quickly ran over and grabbed the guy by the neck. The guy was embarrassed and couldn’t fight back. However, as my hands became increasingly stronger and my indifferent eyes looked at him, he soon distorted his face and swung the baton. He imitated the farming and sword techniques quite well, but he couldn’t even pass me. The bed was broken by the swinging baton and the room became a mess. I didn’t allow even a single hit and struck him in the stomach with my fist. He spit out the water he had just drank. With his face pressed against the dirty floor, he eventually pulled out the knife from his belt.

After that, the momentum became more fierce.

Without breaking the bed or cutting down unnecessary things.

A sword wielded solely to cut me down.

There was less fuss, but the threats were greater.

“Sigh! how?”

I held the sword he swung with one hand. Those who handle internal energy and those who do not. A master of the highest order and a second-rate warrior. And there is a stark difference between a master and an ordinary swordsman. I grabbed the blade with my bare hands, but no matter how hard I tried to pull it out, it wouldn’t budge.

“Is the reason you wanted to learn something new because you feel the limitations of the swordsmanship you have learned so far?”

As soon as I let go of the sword, the guy who was applying force was thrown backwards and fell.

“You stupid guy. “He hasn’t even manifested his energy yet.”

The guy whose head got stuck on a piece of wood sticking out of the broken bed was rolling around, clutching the back of his head. I felt a little sad, but this level of ‘imprinting’ is a bit overkill. I guess this is what he wants to know.

“Use your sword freely. Even if your sword technique focuses on rushing attacks, there is no need to waste too much strength when the enemy’s neck is already hanging.”

I walked over to the guy who was in pain and squatted down. The guy who made eye contact was startled and clenched the hilt of his sword with a terrified look on his face. But he’s a guy who can’t be wielded.

“Why are you choosing it?”

“Tsk.”

“The enlightenment you were trying to gain was probably not the talent of a farmer who had never learned martial arts. wake up. Because ‘Lanistar-style training’ remains.”

After a few days.

The boy’s molars fell out beautifully.

fantasy,