Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 137

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Episode 137 Skill Test (5)

The buzzer beater is one of the unusual rules in Naphtali.

A goal scored at the same time as the signal for the end of the game, or a goal scored a little later than that, is counted as a score.

The small ball fired by Bikir hit the goal post almost at the same time as the signal to end the game.

As a result, the score of Class A and Class B of the Cold Weapons Donation was tied at 1:1, and the match went into overtime.

And around that time, Tudor, who had been stretched out on the field, also came to his senses.

‘What kind of situation is this?’

Tudor still hadn’t grasped the situation properly.

A phenomenon that could not be explained unless it was a tripping, but the world’s Tudor could not have made such a rudimentary mistake.

???

In the current situation where everything is full of doubts, there was a large hand on Tudor’s shoulder.

“I will try to deal with you.”

Sancho, who has been Tudor’s best friend since entering school, steps forward.

Sancho Barataria, a scholarship student selected from the numerous mercenary guilds in the north.

He quit the goalkeeper and went to the front line of the field to avenge Tudor, whom he recognized as a rival and a teammate he could entrust to his back.

Sancho looked at Bikir across the field with a serious expression all the time.

Unlike Tudor, he was not even vigilant.

“In the frozen land of the north, where even the frost groans, everyone from newborn children to the elderly on the brink of death is fighting their own way. That means everyone is a warrior.”

A warrior forged in harsh climate and terrain.

Sancho knew full well that even the most insignificant could take the life of the great.

Tudor said to Sancho.

“I heard you only play goalkeeper?”

“Your friend has been beaten twice, how can you stay still?”

Sancho said, standing next to Tudor.

He promised himself that he would not play in the same age league because of his overwhelming physicality.

Tudor, as if moved by Sancho’s words, tapped him on the arm once.

Soon after, the match began.

Overtime.

Now, either class A or B, the class that scores the ‘golden goal’ first wins.

Since this is a performance evaluation that is also reflected in the midterm evaluation, everyone was risking life and death.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! It’s the last one! Let’s fight!”

“It’s a class B shootout! All the defenders come out and attack!”

“Linemen, gather! Stop it!”

“Break it down!”

All the students started bumping into each other.

at that time.

“Take anyone!”

Hivero, who was holding the ball, found a gap in the linemen of A class and passed it.

The place where I just looked at the uniform and thought that we were on the same side.

“… … ?”

All in all, there was Bikir.

Because of Class B’s strategy of mobilizing all defenders as strikers, they were halfway dragged out.

… chin!

Unwillingly, Bikir caught the ball.

“… … .”

As soon as Bikir caught the ball, he looked at Hivero.

The unspoken message sent to Hivero by Vikir, who already hates attention, was simple.

‘Do you want to go back?’

‘… … sorry.’

Even at that urgent moment, Hivero received Vikir’s gaze and lowered his eyes.

It was the same with middle and low bro.

The morale of the class A linemen soared when the Baskerville triplets suddenly became sullen for unknown reasons.

Tudor and Sancho also hit this opportunity without missing it.

“what? Why are they suddenly intimidated?”

“It must be because of our defeat. Come on!”

Sancho stepped forward.

Doo doo doo doo-

Sancho charges heavily like a water buffalo toward Bikir, who stands dumbfounded with the ball.

Before long, the muscled, log-like forearms and palms pressed ferociously into Bikir’s chest.

Right then.

“… … !”

In front of Sancho’s eyes, he sees a landscape different from reality.

It’s a memory from the distant past. It was a memory of pushing and rolling a large rock for training as a child.

Do you have the chin to roll a much bigger boulder with your small body?

But as a child, Sancho constantly pushed and pushed the rock.

And now.

… Tuuk!

The helpless feeling he felt then was being felt at the tips of Sancho’s palms.

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‘What power… … .’

Sancho felt a huge boulder on Bikir’s slender body.

It doesn’t budge even if you push with all your might.

Rather, the feeling of heaviness and anti-resilience was transmitted to the extent that he was pushed back.

but.

Sancho gritted his teeth.

With the exception of mana, pure strength has never been pushed by others.

Not only to his peers, but also to older warriors like his father and mentor.

‘I’ve never lost by force in my hometown, so how can I lose here at the academy!’

Even in the frozen land of warriors, the North Continent, he had no rival.

Didn’t he end up pushing a rock that even his childhood Sancho couldn’t push out?

‘It will be the same this time!’

Sancho snorted and pushed Bikir with strength in his arms.

… Cookie country!

Even huge rocks eventually move.

‘Look at that! How is it!?’

Sancho looked down at Bikir with a proud smile.

That moment.

‘… … !’

Sancho had to face it.

The gaze of Bikir, who was just staring at him with an expressionless face, without any inspiration.

rock. The existence that I thought was just a huge rock.

The moment he was pushed back by Sancho’s power, and the moment he stretched out one leg behind him and planted his heel on the ground behind him.

thud!

A different dimension of pressure and weight blocked Sancho’s way.

overwhelming.

Thinking it was a big rock, I pushed it, and Taesan stood behind it.

‘Nonsense! How did this little guy… … !’

Sancho was shocked.

When Bikir had his feet level, he was able to push back a little, but with one leg extended behind him, he couldn’t push back even a millimeter.

Kkuguguk… …

Bikir was holding up Sancho’s strength and weight and not losing the ball.

just thinking about it

‘Should I fall down?’

Bikir wasn’t using mana at all.

However, the blessing of the River Styx, which dwells abundantly in his body, made his bones and muscles stronger beyond their limits.

It would have been impossible to reach this level before returning, but it was possible enough for Vikir in this life, who had a history of monopolizing the blessing of the River Styx since childhood.

Also, a healthy mind resides in a healthy body.

While killing countless monsters, the karma, experience points, and smell of blood inscribed in the soul were bringing out the strength of the body to the limit.

With the Baskerville family’s excellent physical strength and a strong soul that has gone through all the hardships of childbirth, they have been able to overcome the natural limits of their weight class.

… … But that doesn’t mean you have to use your energy here to win.

Eventually, Bikir naturally withdrew.

“this. I can’t.”

Bikir collapses.

The ball was thrown far enough away that Bikir was no longer a target for class A linemen.

As the ball flies away, the gaze returns to it.

“Oh oh! Sancho stole the ball!”

“… … Hey, but the guy who was tackled by Sancho isn’t dead, right?”

“What do you know? Shut up and retrieve the ball!”

All the students run after the ball again.

… … but only one. Only Sancho’s eyes were still on Bikir.

‘What was it just now?’

The guy who collapsed in vain at the end, but the mountain-like pressure he had shown up until just before that was still making Sancho’s palms and wrists numb.

In the end, I somehow managed to push it away, but at the time of the clash, it was so vague that my vision turned black.

And Tudor, who saw his friend’s expression, also noticed the situation.

“That guy’s body is very hard.”

“… … It seems you weren’t a study bug.”

“The basic physical itself is great. Maybe more than you or me.”

“If you use mana, the story will change a lot.”

“yes. Too bad. If you were born into an aristocratic family and received systematic management, you might have reached the level of an expert by now.”

Tudor and Sancho looked at Bikir, who fell behind them as they ran for the ball.

It was a look of pity, envy, and a bit of recognition.

* * *

Afterwards, Class B won thanks to Hivero Baskerville’s dramatic golden goal, Middle Bro Baskerville and Lowro Baskerville’s wonderful assists.

After all, those who were cheered by everyone were the triplets of Baskerville.

Cheak-

Class B students laughing and chatting while scattering soda over their heads.

Meanwhile, Bikir was a bit far away from everyone hugging and running around.

at that time.

Chew!

Something poured over Bikir’s head.

I wanted something, and it was a soda.

“… … ?”

When Bikir looked up, Tudor and Sancho, also covered in soda, were standing there laughing.

“It’s a hidden contributor to class B’s victory, but if you stay still, you’ll use it.”

“Be more happy. You won because you scored the buzzer beater.”

Tudor, who was covered with a soda, smiled single and put a shoulder around Bikir.

“Honestly, during the last lecture, I was a little jealous because you answered so well by yourself. I wanted to tease you during PE class.”

“… … .”

“But it was me who was embarrassed. I knew it when I saw it. how lazy I was. Uh, sorry.”

Tudor openly expressed his apology.

Vikir just nodded quietly.

The hero of Changhae Changga, Don Quixote Tudor.

He continued to participate in the endless war of destruction after the era of destruction began later and hunted countless demons.

A hero who died bravely after saving countless people and closing the gate. He was Tudor.

Bikir nodded, recalling the heroic feats of Tudor in his previous life.

At that time, Sancho, who was next to him, asked Bikir.

“By the way, what did you do? My body was very stiff. I thought you used mana.”

Sancho reached out and massaged Vikir’s chest, shoulders, and back.

Bikir laughed.

“If I had used mana, I would not have been able to defeat you. I have a terrible amount of mana.”

“It’s a pity, with this blessed skeleton. If you had a good early education, you would definitely have become an expert like me. It’s not too late, so listen carefully to the mana breathing lecture at the academy.”

Tudor seemed genuinely sorry.

But Bikir just laughs quietly.

Tudor felt the tip of his nose twitch once more at that calm appearance.

Meanwhile, Sancho chuckled as if he liked Bikir’s hard body.

“By the way, how old are your third generation? without mana. Would you like to go to the gym later and iron together?”

“Hey, what are you talking about exercising again? Drink this, since there is no alcohol, it is a soda!”

“Oops! Wow! Don’t eat this! Muscle loss is coming!”

Tudor and Sancho play tricks by throwing drinks at each other.

Bikir smiled lightly and turned his head.

Soon after, students from other classes who were watching the match handed bottles of mineral water to Naphtali players from A and B classes.

“Tudor! Drink this water!”

“… … Wash your sweat with this.”

“We even have towels!”

It means to wash away sweat and drinks from your body.

Hundreds of schoolgirls crowded around Tudor, holding out water and towels.

“Haha, thank you guys. After all, it’s just motives~”

Tudor accepted the water and towel with a warm smile.

Sancho and the Baskerville triplets all receive water bottles and wash their heads and faces.

… … And Bikir did the same.

You have to take off your glasses to wash your face that is sticky with sweat, dirt and drinks.

Bikir took off his glasses and tucked his bangs back. Then he washed his face clean with clear water.

Her bare face was revealed under the hair that covered her face.

Bikir lifted his head, covered his face, and walked to the stand dripping water.

and moment.

… … .

The playground, which had been buzzing just before, became quiet for some reason.

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