Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 322
Simon slowly looked back on the battle with Hongfeng.
Because she sealed her power against Simon, the strength and speed were equal, or Simon, who expressed jet-black differentiation within the body, had the upper hand.
was defeated nonetheless.
The difference in experience and skill level could not be ignored, but Simon’s skills were blocked because Hongfeng had mastered all of them, and Hongfeng’s skills were of the type Simon had never seen before in his life, so he could not even use his hands.
The skills she had just used didn’t seem particularly difficult than Chwita, Cheonhyeong, and Mounted Sword.
I just got hit because I didn’t know.
“Lack of novelty.”
Simon looked at Hongfeng with that conclusion.
“The problem was that I didn’t have my own skills to create a variable in battle.”
Hongfeng smiled and nodded.
“That’s correct!”
At first glance, it seems like a contradiction.
Because Hongfeng was now teaching the students common fighters such as chwita, cheonhyeong, and bayonets.
However, it was comfortable to think of these three skills as the basic skills and the minimum qualifications to fight the assistants.
Ultimately, to beat the teaching assistants, you had to have your own skills that they didn’t know.
“Of course, the teaching assistants also learned the skills I teach. They know how to break and apply. To catch them off guard, we need a new approach.”
The last performance evaluation of Matoohak was not simply sparring with an assistant.
Acquire your own martial arts.
Whether it works for the assistants or not, the odds of winning increase dramatically just by having a skill that the assistants don’t know.
“It’s difficult.”
Realizing Hongfeng’s hidden meaning, Simon scratched his head. It’s not like new martial arts are created so quickly.
“Then, shall we do some special training from now on?”
As she said that, what she took out of her bosom was a wickless ‘candlestick’. When the fire was lit using jet-black, the candlestick lit up with a bright blue flame.
“Student Jimon, until this week’s main job is over.”
She placed the candle on a nearby rock.
“Try to blow out this candle without touching it with your body.”
Extinguish the candle without touching it.
It looks easy at first glance, but since it’s Hongfeng, I thought of course he had some device set up.
“And questions here and there! What is the biggest difference between black magic and martial arts?”
Simon answered right away.
“It’s whether or not there is a magic circle.”
“Answer! You can’t make a magic circle just by blowing out the candles. Just turn them off with only Matou. Then, do your best!”
Hongfeng fluttered his hair and headed back toward the training ground.
“Thank you for the guidance, Professor!”
Simon bowed to her and stood in front of the candle.
[Khehehehe!]
As Hongfeng disappeared, I heard Peer’s laughter in my head.
Surprised, Simon stammered.
“Pi, phi! Since when have you been watching?”
[I’ve been watching since I fought that woman. Rather.]
Fear’s alter ego’s eyes turned to the candle.
[This classic practice is still practiced these days!]
“yes?”
[Even when Richard attended Kizen, he did this training in his Matushak class!]
At those words, Simon’s eyes widened.
“How long did it take your father?”
[Two days.]
“Then I am.”
Simon Chuck! and took a fighting stance.
“I’ll finish it in one day!”
Then, vigorously, he threw his right fist straight out.
Booung!
Simon’s fist stopped right in front of the candle. The wind that arose from this caused the candle to sway and then return to normal.
“Oh, it’s worth doing more than I thought.”
[Khehehe!]
Simon, who retrieved his fist, now raised jet-black to his fist, made a ‘chitchat’, and then threw it out.
Boaaaang!
Same this time. The flickering of the candles was the end.
I tried Cheon-Heuk, but it was the same.
“Then this is…!”
Simon raised a ‘mounted sword’ in his hand and swung it horizontally. The candle shook more than ever, but it soon maintained its original shape.
[Ha ha ha ha ha!]
Peer was giggling loudly about what was so funny.
[It’s the same as my father did!]
“……It’s noisy!”
Simon replied with a burning face.
When I calmed down and thought about it calmly, this candle blowing was training to develop Simon’s new technique. There is no way the candle will go out if you use the same skills you have learned before.
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‘It was stupid. Because I’m too focused on putting out the lights.’
Simon tried several things.
In front of the candlelight, I clench my fists in various ways, kick them, and do everything.
He came running and punched, or he twirled around and made the motion artificially longer than usual, and even threw a blow to the hoechuk, but the candle shook a little and then returned to its original shape.
Sweat was pouring down Simon’s forehead.
“…Though it worked the best out of everything I’ve done so far.”
Simon placed a wooden plank in front of the candlelight, took out the potion he used during his self-study class, and attached it firmly to the rock. In that state, when I used the cheonchik, I saw the candle shaking greatly.
This made one thing certain.
That this candle should be extinguished not with wind pressure, but with pitch black.
“Mmm.”
Simon tore off the wooden plank again, dropped it on the floor, and stood facing the candle.
‘Cheonghae-‘
Simon spread his palms in front of the candle with a serious expression.
‘With the feeling of exploding in a straight line!’
Whoo!
Jet black radiated from the palm of my hand and shook the candle. It’s better than before.
“…But this isn’t Matou. It’s just an act of emitting condensed jet-black.”
I had to get in the right posture. Simon remembered Hongfeng’s posture he had fought earlier.
“Did you do this?”
Place your right hand on your waist and your left hand in front of your face in a relaxed position.
In this position, while naturally turning the waist, push the right arm attached to the waist with all your might.
‘I’m screaming!’
Whoa!
The jet black that extended from Simon’s palm struck the candle. The candle shook more precariously than ever before and seemed to go out.
“what a waste!”
[Khehehe!]
The fun was over.
Simon immediately came up with various ideas and moved them.
“Partial body jet black eruption.”
Simon raised the jet-black to the limit on his right arm and held out his palm. This time, the candle was about to go out, but he barely survived.
Thinking that this is a level that can be used in real combat, Simon smiled with satisfaction while gasping for breath.
“But it still feels like jet black is scattered and sprayed. A little more precisely.”
Simon concentrated jet black on his middle finger, then stood in front of the candle in a flicking stance. Then he flicked his palms, feeling jet-black ejection.
Daang!
The effect was clear. The candle seemed to disappear completely, but then I managed to light it again and woke up.
“One is not enough!”
The middle and ring fingers were attached to take a bouncing posture, and the left hand supported the right hand.
“yet again!”
Aaaaang!
The candle flame went out with a heavy sound. Simon watched with a tense face, but the candle did not come back to life.
“done!!”
Simon groaned, clenching his fists.
[Khehehehe!]
Peer’s alter ego, who was watching this from the front, also shone.
‘This guy might seriously surpass you. Richard.’
* * *
With about 20 minutes left for class to end, Simon returned to the training ground.
Hongfeng and the teaching assistants all seemed busy making the students go around the training ground course.
‘I need to rest a bit.’
At that time, Simon was sitting in the shade of a tree and resting with his back leaning against the tree.
“hi.”
someone has spoken
Since they are in the same A class, their faces are familiar, but they are new.
“I’m Philip Ellande.”
It was a boy with wavy brown hair. Simon realized that he was an aspiring mathematician who was in the order in front of him while he was taking a course at the training ground earlier.
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
“No, just.”
Philip looked at the students falling for the wooden doll’s arm, then looked at Simon again.
“I was wondering why aspiring Summoners are so good at Matou.”
What are you talking about?
Simon questioned, but Philip shrugged.
“Are you thinking of coming here as a major?”
“Not yet.”
Philip paused to watch the next student pass the course.
It was Jamie’s turn, the class president, and many students had come to watch.
“I was dusted off by the teaching assistant earlier.”
“hmm?”
“How can a student who wants to play Matu lose to another student who wants to take another subject?
“…….”
Horses have thorns.
There was a nuance of blame.
“I’m really sorry if I got scolded, but what are you talking about?”
“No, just. Let’s go nice and good.”
Philip shook his head and continued.
“I can’t help taking a test like the BMAT, but be aware of it in a class like this.”
“sense?”
“To be honest, we’re being robbed because of you.”
Simon was dumbfounded.
I didn’t know that I would be noticed for my hard work in Kizen, which is based on merit.
“I am…….”
“What are you doing here?”
The two turned their heads in surprise.
A male student wearing a black robe over his Kizen uniform was approaching. It was a scar in her eyes, in her familiar gray hair.
“Kazan!”
Simon blinked in surprise. Philip frowned.
“…What are you. Aren’t you class A?”
Philip stopped talking.
Kazan was staring at him without saying anything.
Didn’t do anything.
However, Philip’s expression began to turn white as if he had been strangled.
“Well, that’s it.”
Kazan turned his head to look at Simon.
“I have something to tell you, Simon.”
“Ah, yes.”
After Simon and Kazan left, Philip, left alone, gasped for breath.
‘What, what is it? Are you a real human? What power…’
“Hey Philip.”
This time, a voice came from behind. As Phillip looked behind her, a female student was snapping her fingers.
“Hector wants to see you for a second?”
“!”
Hector this time? Why is Hector suddenly?
I don’t know why, but I had no choice. Philip followed her with her anxious face.
“Well then!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
“It’s all pointless.”
Hector was chatting with the factions in the back.
Philip approached Hector with a prickly expression and said.
“I, did you call me? Hector.”
Hector didn’t answer. Everyone seemed distracted from talking on their own.
Just when Philip was stomping his feet, Hector raised his body like a mountain.
“hey.”
A flinching Philip replied reflexively.
“Yes! Oh, no! Yes!”
“He just told me a funny story.”
He raised his eyes and approached Philip.
“I want you guys to pay attention in class and be nice? Are you telling me to listen to me now?
“Oh, no! Not you, but Simon…!”
Even the faces of the factions who were giggling mischievously were savage.
“Oh my, that’s crazy.”
“Don’t you know that Hector also passed the training course?”
Hector threw off his gym uniform. A solid muscular body, the crystal of hard work, was revealed.
“Bite this tight.”
His big arm was raised.
“It’s a dog fight, so you can fight back.”
“Now, wait a minute, Hector…!”
blah blah!
With a blatant sound, a tooth flew from Philip’s mouth, reflecting the sun’s rays. He stumbled and fell to the floor.
“Matu.”
jump!
“You bastard named Desire.”
Boom!”
“Are you just being beaten?”
Puck! Bawk! puck!
His shoe lodged itself in the fallen Philip’s face. He hears his blood gushing out.
Some of the students around me slightly turned their heads. And some students were blocking sounds and presence with black magic so that others would not notice.
“now.”
Hector lowered his leg and said sullenly.
“Did you think of fighting back?”
Philip’s bloodied eyes flashed fiercely. He got up screaming and threw his fists out.
The moment Philip’s fist reaches Hector’s face.
Aww!
Faster than that, Hector’s fists caught Philip’s head and slammed him to the ground.
Matou alone was overwhelming.
“Ha, indeed.”
“I’ll get caught, Hector.”
The factions giggled, and Hector shook his hands lightly.
The bloodied Philip passed out with his mouth gaping open.
“Take care of it unobtrusively.”
“Yes yes yes”
The faction’s eager self-taught student opened the lid of the potion and poured it over Philip’s bloodied face.
“By the way. You’ve gotten really strong lately, you.”
A male student sitting on a rock said with a smile.
“If this is enough, even with Simon—”
“yet.”
Hector clenched his rocky fists.
“It still lacks effort.”
* * *
Meanwhile, Simon and Kazan came to a secluded place away from the training ground.
“Suddenly, what’s going on here? Kazan.”
“Open it.”
Kazan said while handing over the paper bag.
“This is new information about Professor Walter.”
