How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 217

King of Dunjae (5)

– ‘Why don’t you surrender?’

Dyke Elphelan’s body did not move anymore.

Looking at the black-haired boy lying on the cold floor of the arena, Beros, the former student council president who had just graduated, put down his sword.

It was the memory of when I was just in my second year, when I was caught fighting Beros, a famous swordsman in the third year.

The time when I had a pitch-black freshman year and finally became a sophomore and was able to keep up with the class progress.

Even though he endured a schedule that would not be strange if a normal student had been overworked right away, he still couldn’t do one serving.

There was no way that one of these dun-jaes could beat Beros, the student council president.

Even though he was well aware of this fact, Dyke, who was covered in blood and sweat, pushed his fists off the floor and tried to get himself up.

There was a grinding and grinding of teeth. Blood dripped from his forehead, and Dyke’s eyes were shining through it. The sound of exhaled breath is more like a beast than a human.

– ‘Are you ashamed of losing?’

By the time the sword was put down, Beros already had a hunch. Dyke can no longer move his body.

– ‘No need to be ashamed. All the students watching here know how brilliant your efforts are. No one will criticize you.’

– ‘Does senior Beros fight because he’s afraid of being criticized?’

– ‘what… ?’

However, contrary to Beros’ expectations, Dyke somehow got back up.

– ‘If you settle for fruitless efforts… That person just ended there.’

At the time of this duel, Dyke’s duel record was 2 wins and 89 losses.

Despite repeated defeats, Dyke Elphelan never took defeat for granted.

Even in a situation where defeat is inevitable, he just pushes forward with all his might.

– ‘You asked why I didn’t surrender?’

At Dyke’s answer that followed, Beros opened his eyes wide and was surprised… Then he sighed and laughed.

For this man, facing him with all your might is the utmost courtesy. Accepting that fact, he picked up his sword again.

As a matter of course, Dyke lost his mind and was defeated by Beros’ next sword attack.

*“That is Master Ed… !”

“Yes… ”

Ed Roth Taylor, who exited the waiting room and headed to the middle of the arena, had a very different impression from what the Failover couple had thought.

A blond-haired man who took off his school uniform coat and rolled up his shirt. The impression was sharper than I imagined.

The rolled-up forearm has life-type small muscles attached little by little. There were many places on the body that were recently injured, and there were many parts that were wrapped in bandages.

Overall, there was a strong feeling that he was a smart man full of vitality, but there was almost no feeling that he was a young boy from an aristocratic family.

Unlike Dyke, who came out with only one knuckle, Ed seemed to have packed all kinds of combat equipment. A staff was tied to his back, and a self-made bow was tied to his waist. A dagger sheath was tied to her thigh dance, and she had even brought magic engineering supplies.

The duel at the Sylvania Academy is aimed at real combat as much as possible. It was a story that the key was to achieve victory by using all means and magical knowledge.

As long as it is not a conspiracy trick or a cowardly foul play, any result of one’s knowledge and skills is recognized as a means of duel. The fact that Pension Department students could bring reagents and magical engineering supplies was an extension of that policy.

Ed Rosteyler uses all such rules to the limit.

I don’t hang on to pride, pride, or superficiality. Such tendencies were evident.

Cheers erupted from the audience. Despite being a fairly large arena, it was packed full of people, and there were more people standing.

It is a fight that is not easy to watch from the standpoint of outside spectators.

The seniors of each grade in Sylvania are in fact the best talents responsible for the future of this Sylvania Academy. The sparring between them is a spectacle like a collection of the essence of the Sylvania Academy.

Those who have longed for the Sylvania Academy are sparring events that cannot be missed.

First year head, Wade Calamore.

Senior sophomore, Lucy Mayrill.

Senior Year 3 Chief, Ed Rosteyler.

The person who sits in the seat of the senior of the 4th year standing shoulder to shoulder with those people. Dyke Elphelan.

His appearance in the arena is in stark contrast to Ed Roth Taylor.

Contrary to Ed’s agile impression, Dyke is literally like a human weapon.

Ed Rosteyler is not on the small side, but Dyke had a body of a completely different dimension than Ed.

The moment the two of them came out and faced each other from a distance, the cheers soared to the sky.

But that was only for a moment.

– Kiki

The outer gate of the arena opened, and an old man escorted by his servants entered. A sharp-looking girl followed behind him.

A dignified figure with a luxurious impression. I felt a tremendous spirit that overwhelms the crowd just by entering.

Emperor Chloel, a rare sage who achieved peace and prosperity in the Chloel Empire. Just by his appearance, there was silence in his seat.

No one told me to be quiet. There is such an aura that overwhelms the crowd just by being there.

When even the face of Princess Selaha, who followed him, was clearly revealed, the public instinctively realized that they had to remain silent.

The top that leads this empire is here. to watch the duel.

The escort soldiers separated the audience, and Emperor Chloel entered through the gap and sat down in a table prepared in advance. Beside him, Princess Selaha also sat down and chatted with the emperor.

No one was able to keep their mouths open.

*“Do you have a beer?”

“After the sparring, you have to go back to the Academic Headquarters and start working… It’s not the time to look for a drink… ”

Assistant Professor Claire, who threatened Professor Kalade, sighed before long.

I came out to watch it because it was a long-awaited senior couple, but it hurts that I had to stand and watch it because there were no seats.

Even though Anis, the head assistant, has become more relaxed as she also works for the student council, but this gentleman, who is called an advisor, still shows no sign of working properly.

After going through all the hardships under him, before he knew it, he could not find any manners for his superiors.

When Professor Glast was his advisor, he had at least some sort of reverence, but he doesn’t even have the slightest respect for the old war hero who’s leaning against the wall and blowing his nose.

Lately, I’ve just had a small wish that I could shave at least a little.

Professor Kalade, who was staring at the arena with disheveled eyes, laughed at the grain of magic running through Ed’s body.

“I’m not crazy either, but he’s pretty crazy too. Did you get beaten up by Lucy Meiril?”

“yes? Who? Ed student?”

“The number of bandages wrapped around the body has increased significantly. The energy of the elements also became stronger in the magical energy flowing through the body. It is not something that can be achieved in a short period of time.”

Kaleid lifted his head and looked at the audience. Among the Sylvania students, almost all of them had a spirit of improvement.

Not only external audiences, but even the royal family came to visit, so if you show your skills here, there is a high possibility that your name value will be enormous.

However, Ed Rosteylor didn’t seem interested in such a stage environment.

It seems that he is only focusing on the confrontation in front of his eyes.

“Come to think of it, how many students in the undergraduate school can use high-level magic right now?”

“well. First of all, I know of two people. Treciana Bloomriver and Lucy Mayrill.”

“There will be three of us now.”

“yes?”

– Start Dalian!

The moment the cry resounded, a tremendous light and explosion sound spread throughout the arena.

The audience exclaimed as the wind blew out from the center of the explosion. Everyone in the audience had to close their eyes and lower their posture as the hair and collar fluttered.

– Quaaaaaaaaaang!

High-level explosive magic ‘Destruction’.

It is a form of development of medium-level explosion magic, ‘single point explosion’. The speed at which magic gathers is similar, but the result is completely different.

It manifests at a speed so fast that it is difficult to react, but at least ‘One Point Explosion’ had the disadvantage that its firepower was ambiguous for a medium-level magic.

However, ‘Destruction’ was a technique that could be seen as the perfect form of explosive magic, overcoming even such shortcomings.

The huge explosion spread out in the middle of the arena, and soon the rising dust was scattered.

The figure of Ed, who is rotating his arm with one wrist clenched, is revealed first, and then the figure of Dyke is revealed on the other side.

It’s a speed that can’t be stopped. Nevertheless, Dyke Elphelan quickly raised his guard to minimize the aftermath of the explosion.

Even so, Dyke’s body fell all the way to the outer wall and was stuck.

Blocked, but not blocked. There were already burnt scars all over the body, and the outer wall that had been stuck in was partially broken.

If you’re a normal warrior, you lose your mind right here and lose. However, Dyke stands up regardless.

I brushed off the dirt and raised the guard again, holding my knuckles tightly.

Wounds on the body will undoubtedly entail great pain. Nevertheless, Dyke’s eyes were alive.

*A high-ranking magic that strikes as soon as the war begins.

The audience, as well as the bachelor students who were watching, stuck out their tongues at the sight.

I thought it would be a high-level fight, but I never imagined that high-level magic would pop out as soon as it started.

If it was normal sparring, the warrior would be defeated at the point of receiving high-level magic with his bare body.

However, Dyke, who was unmatched in terms of mental strength, was breathing deeply while standing up as it was.

Raising his guard, he buried his face in his forearm and took a deep breath.

Hueup-

ha-

When that brief breath was over, Dyke Elphelan disappeared.

“… !”

All the audience got goosebumps. The huge man was speeding so fast that it was difficult to perceive with the naked eye.

The place where Dyke appeared was behind Ed.

As a warrior with a massive body, you shouldn’t be mistaken that you will use the fighting method of pressing through the difference in weight.

Dyke is the one who sits in the seat of the chief, beating all the countless combat club students.

The road we walked was stained with blood and sweat. He did not radiate unapproachable energy with his innate talent and defeated everyone by a large margin, but he was the one who won victory with his mental strength, enduring with clenched teeth on the close battlefield.

Basically, anything the other Combat Club students can do, Dyke can do it too.

Standardizing his fighting style in one way is a shortcut to defeat.

– Bang!

Raise your leg and stamp it on the ground. That alone resounded the earthen floor of the arena.

It’s just a run-up to make a fist. A one-hit punch that slams the ground, raises the body’s strength, and twists the axis of power to thrust it forward.

That one stroke of power that allowed Dyke to be called the ‘King of Power’… It is a blow that can even destroy buildings.

– Quaaaaaaaang!

It wasn’t even accompanied by magical powers. He didn’t use any special magic engineering supplies or drink any reagents.

With just one fist, which he brought out his body’s strength, the air around him was shaken and dust rose.

The energy from the fist spreads out and hits the air like an explosion. It flies towards the back of the head of Ed Roth Taylor, who has not even reacted, and pierces it at a speed faster than magic.

Cannonballs go out of fists.

Such a metaphor is an example of Dyke’s fist.

– Whoaaaaaaagh!

However, Dyke’s fist could not reach Ed Roth Taylor.

The power of the wind instantly enveloped Ed’s surroundings, and he pushed Dyke’s giant to blow it away.

– Quaaaaaaagh!

Only then did Ed Rosteyler look back.

It’s not that I didn’t respond, it’s that I didn’t.

In order to aggressively utilize the spirit’s blessing ‘Blessing of the Storm’.

“Keugh… !”

Dyke, who was blown away by the wind without even knowing why, rolled on the dirt floor.

It was a force that could not even be resisted.

And, if I opened my distance against the mage, it meant that I had to withstand the next blow.

Ed Rosteylor’s attack begins. Dyke raises his guard with grim eyes and stares at the blond aristocratic man who can be seen through the gap.

As the boy raised his arm, flames wrapped around the arena.

[ Kaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ]

I heard goosebumps crying. A gigantic bat almost the size of a man wrapped around the boy’s body along with the audience’s exclamations of admiration.

As the flaming bat spreads its wings, the wind from the recoil wraps around the arena again.

A rising pillar of fire circulates around the arena, and soon advances towards Dyke.

Magic must be countered with magic.

Dyke is really hopelessly poor at magic. However, he trained to the limit of the limit, at least to the extent that he could counter the enemy’s magic.

Magical response and efficiency were not even at the level of a wizard who had just learned basic magic. Even so, Dyke forcibly drew out the mana from his entire body, gathered it at the tip of his foot, and hit the floor.

– Quaang!

‘Hangma’s Footsteps’.

It is a magic that crushes the enemy’s mana with mana and destroys it. However, magic efficiency is completely messed up, and basically, Dyke can hardly handle magic… so its practicality is too low.

However, Dyke has been forcibly using this impractical magic in practice. Because this is the only way he can counter magic.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, but somehow he managed to break the mug’s pillar of flame.

But only once. If you have to go all out like this in one light jab, you will inevitably lose.

So, you have to go fast.

Once again, Dyke Elphelan takes a deep breath with his guard up.

Hueup-

ha-

Regaining his composure, maintaining undisturbed breathing, he kicks his legs and charges at Ed Rosteiler.

If a beast with the body of an elephant was as nimble as a bobcat, would it feel like this?

The movement that made even the students of the same combat department stick out their tongues, convinced me that the same warrior could not cope with it.

It’s fast, but it’s powerful. If he allowed his fist even once, he would go to the next world.

As it was, there was no useless grabbing technique in Dyke’s movement, which quickly closed the distance in front of Ed.

The life that has been trained with optimal efficiency for the rest of the life is revealed as it is. The amount of combat knowledge accumulated postnatally cannot be obtained through innate sense alone.

What I was able to obtain because I am the king of dunjae is the ‘sensation of the body’ that I can embody after endlessly repeating it over and over again.

It was also thanks to his embodied senses that he was able to kick off the lieutenant water spirit, Lacia, who had suddenly risen from under his feet.

– Quaang!

Your feet go before you think.

[Kaaaaaaagh! ]

The lioness, Lacia, was just as manifested and disappeared. Only then does Dyke realize. Ed Rosteylor used the ‘water source manifestation’ magic to set a trap in case Dyke narrowed the distance.

However, Dyke coped with only his reflexes. Even though he didn’t realize the existence of such a trap.

However, it is unavoidable that the posture has collapsed. In Ed Rosteyler’s left hand, who turned his body around and broke it, he held a dagger held in reverse hand.

– Caang!

Dyke took the dagger with his knuckles, but another magical power began to manifest in the dagger.

Spirituality – Explosion.

A dagger engraved with a law circle that can cause another explosion by itself.

This time, it is a position that cannot be determined and guarded. Ed Roth Taylor was also caught up in the sudden explosion, but he was safe from the explosion because of the ‘Blessing of Hwabok’ that was manifested.

“this guy… look… ”

– Kwaaang!!!

With Dyke’s dejected laughter, another explosion erupted.

Dyke survived even high-level explosive magic. I wouldn’t lose my mind at once from an explosion of this magnitude.

However, it was a sudden explosion in a position that could not be guarded.

Even if you can’t knock it down, at least you can open the distance again.

Contrary to Ed Rosteyler’s expectations, Dyke’s face was revealed right in front of him in the smoke of the explosion.

The gurgling sound of breathing makes you feel as if you are facing a huge brown bear right in front of you.

Did he dissipate his mana in that brief moment? no.

Did he train a separate means of resisting explosions like Ed Rosteyler? no.

Could it be that the power of the Spirit Ceremony was reduced due to external factors? no.

Dyke Elphelan just endured.

With spirit and willpower, I just accepted it.

“I’m not crazy… ”

“I will say it, Ed Rosteeler.”

Dyke, whose strength was half drained, struck as if pushing a dagger with his knuckles.

There was no help, and there was no preparation to raise the axis of power. With a mere push, Ed Rosteyler’s body was pushed back significantly.

– Kwaak!!

Ed gritted his teeth and rolled on the floor a few times, then managed to stand up and switch back to combat stance.

The moment an additional blow is about to come in, Mug’s fire magic begins to cover the arena once again.

Dyke Elphelan has almost no ability to deal with magic. Most of them gritted their teeth and endured with willpower, or only manifested anti-magic abilities that were hopelessly inefficient.

The compatibility is bad. That awareness was there.

Even so, Dyke Elphelan’s response is always upright.

Dyke jumped up and grabbed the fire bat mug floating in the air by the collar.

[ Kaaak! Kaak! ]

Even though it is a bat, it is a beast bigger than the upper half of a human.

Even so, Dyke, who picked up the mug and hit it on the floor, then squashed it and sat on it… I didn’t care about the blood flowing from the wound and took the mug down.

It is reverse summoned as it is, transformed into magic power, and disappears. In this way, Mug was completely neutralized.

Ed Rosteylor crumpled his brow and returned to his stance.

Dyke Elphelan is… Raise the guard again.

And take a deep breath.

Hueup-

ha-

I get caught in an explosion several times, get stuck on the floor, and before I know it, blood flows from my scalp… she doesn’t care Even the breath repeated over and over again does not become disturbed.

It makes the opponents feel as if they are hitting a stone wall with their fists. With the sense of intimidation emanating from the vast difference in weight class, he tries to crush his opponent.

With Dyke trying to leap forward again… Ed took out the ‘Thunderbolt Millennial Wood Staff’.

It’s not an opponent that will be able to take care of your hands.

The fact… I knew it right from the start.