The Heavenly Demon Can't Live a Normal Life Chapter 290

Published at 23rd of November 2021 05:33:07 AM

People heading to Dmitry (3)

3rd test.

It was as simple as Chris said.

Demonstrate your qualities as a prosecutor, or by defeating your opponent, you can confidently get the pass.

Fabir, of course, wanted the latter.

'The question is, will you choose an opponent whose face is unknown or will you choose an opponent who is known for its ability?'

stepped forward

An unknown face can be defeated relatively easily, but I wanted to show a strong impression as it was my first turn.

If you win even if you choose a difficult opponent.

It was truly the result of a gold medal, and the probability of getting a 'passing score' in the final 4th test was very high.

painted the big picture.

Fabir looked slowly at Chris's words to choose an opponent.

'Kris.'

Absolutely impossible.

Called Dmitry's Flash, he proved his strength by defeating Diego, a member of the Continental Twelve Swords.

It is a being who uses swordsmanship that cannot properly respond to even a six-star swordsman.

He couldn't even dare to deal with it, so Chris' name was blown out of his mind early.

'Kevin.'

Dmitry's demon.

It was a tough opponent.

Obviously, the level of the aura is known to be around 3 stars, and it was emerging as a hot entity by defeating Blanco of the Kronos Empire.

Along with Chris, he was listed on the Continent Rankings.

If you defeat him, you will surely pass, but Fabir wasn't stupid enough to voluntarily walk down the thorny path.

in turn.

The faces of Dmitry's soldiers were visible.

Most of the time, I wanted to choose an opponent with a known name, but when I saw faces like Volcan and Pooky, my mouth didn't fall apart.

They didn't seem too hard.

There was no specific way to win in his head, and Favir's eyes, after thinking for a long time, finally saw the face of a suitable person.

'McBurney.'

left-handed sword.

A native of the Southern Training Camp, he was known for his sword-like command skills when the Kronos Empire attacked Dmitry.

In addition, anomalous attacks using left-handed players are rumored to be threatening.

Rather than thinking that he was a good opponent because he didn't have one arm, he was used to the weapon itself called a left-handed sword.

Favir also.

I mainly used my left arm.

It meant that McBurney's anomalous attack was not threatening against him.

"I would choose McBurney."

spoke out

Chris smiled slightly, then looked at McBurney.

OK.

McBurney stepped forward with a dazed face.

* * *

said Chris.

"The time limit is three minutes. After 3 minutes, the match will end, and pass or fail will be decided according to the content of the match. Of course, if you defeat the opponent you called, regardless of the content of the match, you are unconditionally passed. Are you both ready?"

Yes.

"Then, let's start the match."

palak.

The flag flew.

As Chris took a step back, Favir slapped him as if he had been waiting.

Kwareung.

Quiet rumble rumble.

The aura exploded.

The quick rushing movement narrowed the distance with McBurney in an instant, and he looked at the opponent's reaction with his sharp eyes.

McBurney did not step back.

As he raised his sword to block the expected direction of attack, Favir raised an aura and blocked the opponent's space.

'There aren't many options with just the left arm!'

one arm.

Naturally, they have no choice but to turn to protect their right arm, which is missing an arm.

if so.

Favir suddenly changed direction and chose to attack from the opposite direction.

sure.

It was a retrospective.

Instead of attacking the opponent's weakness, Fabir's judgment was aimed at the opponent's intention to protect the weakness.

Fabir was a seasoned swordsman.

While working as a knight of the prestigious Umberto family, he experienced numerous battles, and the judgment made with his experience seemed to upset McBurney's balance.

By the way.

Kaang!

" ?!"

I opened my eyes.

McBurney took a strange step, and a snake-curving attack struck his sword.

For a moment, it felt like my mind was tangled up.

I couldn't even check how McBurney's response was made, and when I barely stopped the attack and looked ahead, I saw McBurney hitting right in front of me.

Kaang!

Kaka Kaka Kaka!

A fierce battle ensued.

eyes twitched.

McBurney used a bizarre sword technique in which he suddenly turned to the left and then to the right while taking a motion to attack the right.

Obviously, there is a limit to the range of motion with the left arm.

However, as if he had both arms, the swordsmanship that attacked both directions freely was suffocating.

Fabir didn't know.

The completion of a left-handed sword is a step.

Just by getting his feet in the right place at the right time, McBurney took full control of the space around him.

Quang!

Quiet rumble rumble.

"Ugh."

pushed aside

swallowed a moan

Back in the Southern Training Camp, McBurney was just an ordinary person who couldn't use an aura.

However, the shock of Fabir's aura, which developed the three-star aura, was not too great, and now he had no choice but to admit that he had chosen the wrong opponent.

Left-handed sword McBurney's reputation wasn't just made up.

People who approached them with common sense like Fabir were all mercilessly broken and became the foundation of fame.

fast.

messed it up

Favir raised his aura, capturing a momentary gap.

'Now!'

gap between attack and attack.

Captured the fleeting moment.

Favir slashed McBurney's sword and dug forward, exploding an aura at the tip of the handle and attacking the opponent's heart.

It did not take into account the fact that this could cause the opponent to die.

McBurney was not a good person to deal with with that thought, and doing his best was the only way he could win.

Quiet rumble.

It was fast.

The moment it was judged that the rushing sword reached the enemy first, McBurney took a step back.

distance has gone

It was only one step, and it felt like it was three steps.

And then.

Kaang!

deflected the sword.

He easily blocked Favir's strike, and at the same time as he stepped forward, he extended his sword that moved like a snake.

chuck-

It was over.

With the cool sensation on his neck, Fabir looked at McBurney with a pale face.

" lost."

It was a complete defeat.

In the end, Fabir had no choice but to admit defeat without successfully succeeding in one attack.

* * *

It was a smooth fight.

From Fabir's point of view, it was thought that they exchanged fiercely, but from the outside observers, McBurney took Fabir's attack casually and seemed to subdue it at once.

Everyone exclaimed in admiration.

Fabir clearly manifested an aura of three stars, and it was impossible for a person of that level to be defeated by a single enlisted soldier.

However, the victorious McBurney and his colleagues who looked at it took the result of the moment for granted.

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"Fabir, pass."

It was different from winning or losing.

He was told that he could move on to the next step, but Fabir couldn't help but laugh at the shock of defeat.

in between.

The next turn took place.

It was only Favir's first turn, but in order to test all 5,000 challengers, it was necessary to conduct a match at the same time.

People came out one after another and called out each other.

In the beginning, there was still a perception that they looked down on Dmitry's enlisted men, so they chose a famous opponent like Fabir.

And.

Kwajik!

The sword is broken.

The challenger showed a frightened expression at Volcan's onslaught, and even though the match was not over, he announced his intention to discard the sword.

The test result was, of course, a failure.

Those who made a name for themselves as Roman Dmitry's privates proved with their abilities that there was a reason for the nangjungjichu (囊中之錐).

puck.

"Cool."

blood splashed

The challenger, who was hit in the face, fell to his knees at Kevin's cold eyes.

In his own way, he was the deputy commander of a large mercenary corps.

He believed he could do it half-and-half against anyone, but he couldn't stand Kevin's raging attack for less than a minute.

It was a desperate moment.

Kevin has a face that is invisible to anyone in his early twenties or older, but it seemed that all his decades of mercenary life were being denied against such a young guy.

However.

I had no choice but to admit.

Kevin's skills were real, and the mercenary deputy commander averted his gaze as he asked if he wanted to do more.

leaving out.

drop out, drop out, drop out.

Excellent water fell.

Most of the people who blindly trusted their skills and chose their opponents fell short, and many people who were presumed to be ordinary people passed.

It is clear that the preceding results gave a clear message.

As Roman Dmitry's enlisted men had never been defeated, one challenger muttered:

" this is no joke If you're thinking of defeating Dmitry's enlisted men and getting the pass, you should never choose any known names. All the reputations about Dmitry were real!"

Dmitry.

On the battlefield they were monsters.

It was only then that people realized that the fame was not just an expression of Roman Dmitry.

* * *

challenger.

Thames believed that rational judgment was necessary to pass the test.

'In a situation where even talented people are dropping one after another, if you show a moderately good image, you can get a passing grade. If that is the case, it means that I have to choose an opponent who is unconditionally good with my skills. Hmm, who wants to... Huh?'

Moment.

There was something that caught my eye.

Behind the ranks of Dmitry's enlisted men, a man who looked dwarfed enough to be compared with others caught Thames' attention.

Thames was also a two-star aura swordsman in his own way.

Among those who came to take Dmitry's test, he wasn't one of the strongest, but he seemed likely to win against such a dwarf man.

The height is about 160 cm.

He was muscular compared to his dwarf physique, but that wasn't a big deal.

The physical difference is fatal.

To Thames, who boasts a physique of 190 cm, this seemed like a golden opportunity to win, even if he was cowardly.

"I will choose him."

"Hunt, forward."

Hunt.

It was the first name I heard.

Among Roman Dmitry's followers, Chris and Kevin, and others, had a great reputation, but never heard of such a thing as Hunt.

Thames clenched his fists in his heart.

The fact that he was Roman Dmitry's enlisted man did not mean he was a good person, but the fact that his name was not known could mean that he lacked that much skill.

The two faced each other.

As he was preparing for the battle, Fred, commander of the Knights of the Marquis of Memphis, who was watching him, said to himself as if to himself.

"That contender will be eliminated unconditionally."

"Why do you think so? Judging from the physique, I think we can win if we work out well in the beginning."

The same challenger from the side showed a puzzled look.

Thames and Hunt.

Visually, victory and defeat were clear.

Hunt isn't a great Aura swordsman, so it was very difficult to defeat Thames with Hunt's dwarf physique in a purely swordsmanship showdown.

Besides, Thames didn't even look like a jerk.

The muscular body that made a strong physique look even stronger proved that the existence of Thames was too strong for a general soldier's status.

Fred shook his head.

"The problem is that you underestimated and chose Hunt. As a native of the Kronos Empire, I know better than anyone what Roman Dmitry's men were like on the battlefield. Southern Front, Western Front, Valhalla. In countless battles, they are invincible warriors who have never been defeated. It means that beings weak in the first place cannot survive until now."

" Hmmm."

The challenger swallowed dry saliva.

Listening to Fred's words, Hunt's momentum seemed unusual.

"People don't really understand what testing means right now. Those who underestimate their opponents even a little. Without a clear outcome of victory, we will not pass this third test."

As he said.

Those with complacency were eliminated altogether.

Only those who showed good performance in the battle with Dmitry's enlisted men, or who, like Fabir, chose opponents with reasonable judgment, received passing marks.

In that respect, the Thames failed.

It was clear that he would not pass the third test unless he could secure victory as he intended.

That was then.

"Great!"

only 5 seconds.

As soon as the confrontation began, screams filled with pain caught everyone's attention.

Chapter end