I Became the Barbarian Power Mage of the Academy

Chapter 38 Entrance Exam (15).

Chapter 38 Entrance Exam (15).

The drill, which received physical force from Balt’s punch, began to stretch out more and more.

Kagagakak!

“What what!?”

Solfin’s flames began to be pushed by Balt’s drill.

Bald laughs triumphantly and shouts.

“Unique magic! Magic Enhance Punch!!”

Koo-gu-gu-gu-gu!

Bald’s drill magic rotates violently and now begins to pulverize Solfin’s breath.

“No, that’s ridiculous! What’s the point of strengthening magic by throwing punches at it!!!”

“Ha ha ha ha! Why isn’t it here? Here it is!”

“Damn it!!!”

In the end, Solfin, who had endured and endured, had no choice but to throw herself to avoid the oncoming drill.

Since that was a dragon race, it was possible to avoid it by moving the body, which was impossible for ordinary people.

However, it was unavoidable to brush against the drill.

“Kyaaa!!!”

The dragon tribe’s scales are sheared off and it inflicts a big wound on Solfin’s side.

The drill magic creates a roar as it slams into the barrier of the audience.

Kwajajajajajajaja!!

The spectators were shocked and avoided their seats, but fortunately there was no damage to the spectators.

As expected, it is a barrier that cannot be destroyed at once even with 9th circle magic.

The referee raises his hands high and crosses them while shouting.

“Bout over! Medical staff!”

However, Solfin is still conscious even after suffering such great wounds, whether it is truly a dragon race.

“Kuuu! Kuuu!! Kyahahahahaha!! My eyes were accurate!! I will never miss…. You… Mine….”

Leaving those words behind, Solfin passes out and is carried away on a stretcher.

[Conclusion!! The finalists are covered! Baltic Geruntu advances to the finals, showing great magic again!! Avoid forced marriage. When it comes to marriage, the later the better. Great job!!]

The emcee whose inner thoughts have come out is now in trouble when he enters the house.

“Wowaaa!!!”

There was one person who didn’t like it despite the tremendous shouts.

“hahahahaha, I won! Sir Baldur, please take good care of me for the next 50 years.”

The Emperor and Baldur’s bet was to pick the winner, but the Emperor unexpectedly chose Balt, so the winner of the bet was decided according to the semifinal results.

“This, how can it be… Magic to tear apart the Dragon Force… Me, my retirement…”

Baldure, who had imagined a leisurely retirement life until just a moment ago, has been decided on the position of president for life.

Balt returned to the waiting room.

Although he won, Balt was also tired.

Leaning his huge body on the sofa, he let out a sigh.

“Whoa… This isn’t normal. It’s fun though.”

The only ones left in the waiting room are Seilun and Irene.

“What a barbarian. To beat those dragons. Victor and Robin aren’t wrong.”

Sayrun speaks to Balt with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Well, the Dragons were amazing. I was lucky to win this time.”

Sayrun liked Balt’s words.

“Humility! I’ve had a big prejudice against barbarians. You are a respectable warrior.”

For some reason, Irene doesn’t say anything.

No one was hurt, but Balt decided to go to a restaurant after the semi-finals to recover.

It consumes power, not mana, so it was because of exhaustion of stamina that I was extremely hungry.

And two semi-finals.

The confrontation between Seilun and Irene, whose stock prices are rising, begins.

***

Chang!

Chang!

Kang!

Seirun, who has competed several swords, throws a word.

“I can see the shaking of the sword. You should have defeated me right away… It’s a pity. I was able to properly grasp the Sword Master’s sword… I guess the confrontation with the Beasts was a shock, right?”

Irene gets angry when her inner thoughts are revealed.

“Noisy.”

But Seilun’s words do not end there.

“It’s pitiful. I can’t win right now, but I wonder if I’ll be able to win in the future.”

“Noisy!”

While doing so, Caldrian stances.

“Then prove it, that your sword is not dull. Go, Caldrian Style 4th Wave!”

A sword like a mighty wave hits Irene from Seirun.

Irene’s heart is shaking just as Seilun said.

It grew even bigger after watching the match between Balt and Solfin.

‘Chit… Am I wrong?’

Irene, who confirmed the fierce aura thread that was approaching, put the skill of the Sword Master into her mouth for the first time.

“Lushtian Free Flow Sword. The Fifth Wind Slash.”

Tsupat!

Extreme quick sword.

Irene’s new type, which amplified her physical abilities by raising the 7th layer of aura, passes by in an instant, and blade-like swords fall behind it.

It is a swordsman’s secret skill that slashes the enemy with the first cut and the second time, creating a sword skill with a time difference.

Irene countered Seirun’s flood with her 1st cut, and attacked Seirun with her 2nd slash, trying to end her situation in an instant.

Tuquagwagwagwang!

However, even though Seirun is wounded, he does not collapse.

[A tremendous blow that cannot be seen! But Seilun Kaldrian! Endure it!]

“How?”

Irene was shocked.

In order to end her quickly, I even used an invisible secret so far, but only an expert in the second half of the 5th floor can withstand his sword.

However, the blow is huge.

“Kuh! Even if my mind is disturbed, it’s worth the name! But it’s still a long way! Caldrian-style 5-style flash battle!”

Compared to the swordsman’s swordsmanship, the Kaldrian style is overflowing with swordsmanship that can respond to various situations.

Type 5 warfare. Extreme swordsmanship, the fastest among Caldrian’s arcane weapons.

Embarrassed Irene can’t avoid it and continues to use it.

“Kuh! The 2nd Fifth River Turn.”

Push Shoot!!

A kind of counterattack.

As expected, Seirun suffered damage, but Seirun was not broken.

“You can’t defeat me at this level! Show me your skills!! Type 6 midwife!”

Thump!

Koo Goong!

Kang!

Kagang!

Push!

Squeak!

It was Seirun who got hurt as the sum continued, but strangely Seirun made Irene step back.

“Ha ha ha! Just this much? Sword Saint’s disciple! The 7th floor soldier is only this much! Decisive Battle Type 1 Meteor…! Kuk!!”

Sayrun has already crossed its limits.

Seirun, covered in blood all over his body, tries to throw a decisive blow at Irene, who is cornered at the end, but eventually vomits blood and collapses.

“Kuueek!”

The referee waves his hand to end the game.

[Sorry! Seilun Kaldrian! I did my best until the end, but I can’t get over the wall on the 7th floor!! I fought well though. He drives a strong man stronger than himself with fighting spirit and loses unfortunately.]

Seirun muttered in regret.

“Damn it… next time I win….”

Irene doesn’t understand.

Yuria is like that, and even Seilun’s body isn’t as strong as Yuria’s.

But I don’t back down.

Irene did not yet understand that there was another stage besides the realm of aura and the realm of the body.

***

The finals finally took place.

During the one-hour break, Balt replenished his stamina to the fullest.

“Hmm. This should be fine.”

Irene is strong. However, from Balt’s point of view, there is something wrong with Irene right now.

“It may not be as fun as you think.”

The finals have finally begun.

[Final match of the Grovint Academy Tournament!! Who will defeat this man!! If it’s a body, if it’s physical magic, it’s magic!! The strongest species are not dragons, but barbarians! Balt!! Geruntu!!]

“Wowaaa!!”

Truly hugely popular. Balt made his presence felt during his tournament.

[Continuing Opponent! I am the next generation of Sword Gerant!! Disciple of the Sword Saint, Irene Silveron!!]

“Wowaaa!!”

The popularity of the Sword Saint is sky-high.

The battleground is filled with shouts comparable to those of the build.

Without fail, you can hear the shouts of Lisa and her friends.

Besides, Arias feels very good now that Balt has defeated Solfin.

“Kyaaa!! Balt!! Go for it!!”

[It doesn’t matter who wins!! The final game starts right now!!]

Balt and Irene confront each other.

Irene, who had a trembling in her heart, lost her sense of self-possession when she took the test to defeat her golem.

‘Can I win? That monster that even the Dragons won?’

It was her sword that even Seilun in the second half of the 5th floor could not finish quickly.

Shimma.

Irene was visited by a light mind who had doubts about her own sword after her YuRia confrontation.

Shimma is a method of tying up the person concerned if it is not resolved quickly.

At first it was just a small drop of water.

However, the ripples caused by the water drops gradually become a torrent and erode Irene’s heart.

Once raised, her doubts start to grow out of control.

‘Solfin’s skills were stronger than my attacks. But that guy stopped it casually. Will my sword work through that body?’

Bald notices Irene’s hesitation,

“You lost your confidence.”

Awkward.

“Who, who!”

But Balt’s words were enough to make Irene think that she couldn’t defeat Balt.

“That’s why you can’t beat me. Never. Vs. Ro.”

Strong belief in yourself. Balt, standing on the ground with a huge body, was like a mountain in Irene’s eyes.

Bald made it to the final by defeating strong players who were considered inferior to him.

Irene’s opponents are also said to be strong, but relatively speaking.

Pudeuk-

My pride hurts. It’s been a while since her heart sank when she saw an enemy of her own age.

Even most of the death penalty is under him. She came to the conclusion that she couldn’t win against the savages of only circle 1.

It’s unpleasant, but Irene faces reality.

That her condition is not normal.

She thought that fighting Balt in the current state would be disrespectful to both her and Balt.

She felt that she would regret it even more if she fought Balt in her current state.

“Huh…. Yes, I think it will be difficult for me to beat you now. I will try to fight.”

[Ah! Player Irene, are you giving up the game like this? Balt’s previous game was intense, and he is showing his intention to abstain.]

“Hmm… This is disappointing. I wanted to see the swordsmanship on the 7th floor.”

Looking at Balt with regret, Irene asks a question with the feeling of grabbing at least a straw.

“Can I ask you something?”

Balt, scratching her head, readily agrees to Irene’s question.

“Yes.”

With Balt’s permission, Irene’s question continues.

Actually, this is a very strange sight. As for Irene, she never asked anyone a question about anything when it came to learning Aura.

Even to his mentor, the Sword Saint.

The swordsman taught and Irene just absorbed it.

This is Irene’s choice, although she stays on the 7th floor. I thought it was a mountain that I could easily climb someday.

But now Irene feels stuffy. She is worried that she will not be able to reach the 8th floor, let alone the 9th floor.

In fact, there are many geniuses in the world who have disappeared without being able to overcome the master’s wall.

“As expected, once you reach a certain level, is it better to overcome your weaknesses than sharpen your strengths?”

In response to Irene’s question, Balt first asks the intention of the question.

“Hmm… Do you think I’m strong because I overcame my weakness?”

“……Yes.”

Balt, who grasped the intention of the question, answers with sincerity.

“It could be, but this is not overcoming its shortcomings.”

“What?”

If barbarian use of magic isn’t about overcoming his shortcomings, then what do you mean?

However, Balt’s words were surprisingly persuasive.

“Is it a disadvantage that only Geryuntu can use magic that all races can use?

Hearing Balt’s words, Irene thinks she hears a ding.

“Let me ask again, Strengthen your strengths. Good, overcome your weaknesses. That’s good too. But isn’t that the story of using everything you’ve been given? Are you using everything you’ve been given?”

Bald’s question makes Irene look back at herself.

She

She didn’t hone her strengths herself.

I was just an idiot who couldn’t use what was given to me.

Because of his outstanding Aura talent, he made the mistake of neglecting other things.

In other words, instead of strengthening the strengths, the strengths cover the weaknesses.

Irene didn’t know it, but Balt’s answer saved Irene, who almost fell into a complete delusion. Of course Balt didn’t know either.

For some reason, Irene feels lighter and says something to Balt.

“……I lost to the barbarian even by logic… Hey Balt! Tell me how to exercise. That’s how to train the body.”

“Hmm?”

[Baltic players! Following the public courtship, this time we are accepting an exclusive trainer offer! Ah! But it’s an understandable statement. For Baltic, I am full of desire to learn sports!]

“A strong body! I know how great it is! So tell me! Become stronger! After that, let’s stick together properly!”

The bewildered Balt asked back.

“Why should I?”

Irene takes off one layer and smiles.

“I was going to just give up… But if you teach me the exercises, I’ll show you the best blow I can use right now. As a bonus, I’ll also tell you one of Master’s techniques that you can leak outside! What do you think?”

“Hmm…”