Main Character Hides His Strength

The next day.

From the dawn of the dawn, the Horunklaus came out of the White Square and gathered round in the center of the square and chanted a gruesome spell.

“Det Det Det Det Det Det Det Det...”

The Summoners who were asleep suddenly opened their eyes to the horseman's rides and watched.

Soon they found that the ground of the square rises to the point where the homuncles stood.

The ground was gradually becoming a basketball-sized circular stadium.

“Come on, come on, humans! I'm paying attention! This is the appearance of the new Head of Education! ”

While the Horunklauses were performing the ritual, a new head of training appeared in front of the crowd.

He was bigger than a particularly large predecessor, but he wore a black hat.

The new dean went up to the platform, clearing his throat, and began to talk as if he had seen it somewhere.

“This Hall of Practice is a 10-year Summon Palace veteran homuncluse that has seen, led and guided humans with a wealth of experience, administration, interest and curiosity, and needed to adapt to the lazy human race...”

He was an appointee for the Executive Board.

“This is so cool! ”

“That's exactly what I want to be! ”

Not only do homuncluses give an eye-catching look, but no one in humans listens.

When the stadium was completed, the new Head of Education changed the subject and began explaining the events that will take place today.

“Here! Humans! From now on, I'm going to listen with my ears open! Starting today, we will select 30 captains to fight on behalf of our White Square in the final rankings! ”

His predecessor was a slightly overheard Summoner, but he listened closely to the explanations of the continued advancement.

The response seen by the Summoners after the explanation was each.

“You're willing to gamble your life away if you don't count to thirty? What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Advancement means we end up fighting amongst ourselves, right? I don't like it. ”

“But don't you have to go up to the forge to survive? I'll do it no matter what. How did you get here? Ahhh, you can't die! ”

The whole square is swarming with chatter.

The new dean of discipline smiled and watched the Summoners, then immediately turned around and waved his hands.

Jing! Jing!

A whimper that shakes your eardrums rang out from inside the stadium.

A homunculus with a deaf ear plug grabs the drumstick politely next to a larger mark than his torso.

The gigantic reverberation calmed the bowel noise.

The head of the disciplinary office was again in front of the people.

“Here! Here! No more explanations! We're starting our advancement now! The method is non-lethal, as described earlier! Humans who are going to compete are going to come up on the field! ”

People stared at each other half-heartedly.

I'm not familiar with the way Bee Moo works.

Choreography looks similar to modern boxing rules in that it is essentially a one-on-one battle, but unlike a boxing match, we must continue to fight until new challengers don't show up.

If a skilled person comes out who can't even think of challenging it, it will end quickly. However, if a skilled person comes out in the middle, the game can be lengthened indefinitely.

Most Summoners are mediocre, so there's no point in rushing out.

When the participant did not come out for a cup of tea, the head of the training room stepped forward again.

“Come, mortals! You might regret it if you don't get on the front lines! Get the hell out of there! ”

Hearing that, a man took courage and went up onto the rounded stadium.

He was an ordinary man without any characteristics.

Wearing outfits is outdated casual.

“Here comes the first Chief Candidate! Can anyone challenge this? I'll give you 30 seconds! In there, we challenge this leader candidate! ”

Jing ~ ~

A cry echoes to announce the beginning.

And after a while.

The intestine was static.

Surprisingly, no one stepped forward.

They were all noticing and measuring angles.

"I'm gonna win that."

‘Let's see if we can get around it. ’

‘If you choose 30 people, you won't have to filter the first time. ’

Thirty seconds passed in the middle of the fierce calculation.

A cry for closure echoes through the bowels once more, and a first captain is born.

“Here! Here! Humans! The first candidate has been chosen! Twenty-nine spots left! Don't look at the humans, they'll explode! ”

It was so bland.

I can't believe how simple and easy it is to choose a commander.

The first little courageous man scratched his back head with a trembling face.

I was disappointed in the faces of those who hesitated.

There are all kinds of thoughts inside of them.

‘Ah, I should have gone out. ’

"I could have beaten that..."

‘Well, it's my first time. Maybe next time! ’

But the human mind is very similar.

At the beginning of the second election, a panoramic landscape appeared in which dozens of people ascended to the top at once.

In an instant, the arena was filled with Abigail Sichuan like bean sprouts.

“One by one! We're going in one at a time! You scum! Follow order! ”

The chief of discipline shouted, but no one listened.

He pushes and curses at each other, trying to defend his place somehow.

Then a man stepped out.

“Hey, hey! Get out of the way!

A skinny body, a dragon tattoo with a big eye and a noticeable whole body.

It's a celestial ceremony.

As he stepped onto the platform, there was a tectonic shift above the platform.

At the dean's words, humans who were not even moved were frozen like rats in front of cats when they saw the celestial rites.

The celestial ceremony pulled out a swift dagger and glanced toward the smoking chamber.

“Can I kill him now? ”

The deacon opened his mouth and revealed teeth like a cog.

“A well-spoken human is always welcome! ”

When permission fell, the celestial ceremony ran toward the crowd with no hesitation.

A man pulls out his sword and tries to stop it from spreading, but at once, his collar falls with a sudden burst of blood.

“Shhhhh!”

As one person died, those who were on the top of the statue jumped down to the front of the argument.

Dogs were driven out by a single lion invasion.

The remaining celestial ceremony was fresh and tasty.

Celestial asthma was chosen as the second commander after the announcement of the end was heard.

After that, a similar flow continued.

A group of astonishing and combat-resistant celestial paddles were chosen as their commanders.

Eight people in a row are filled with the Hands of the Celestial Ceremony.

At this rate, the whole celestial party will be in charge of the commander.

And the tenth captain advancement.

Kim Sung-cheol, who was in the corner, quietly climbed onto the platform.

The Celestial Party threatened Kim Sung-cheol with fierce eyes and flirting.

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol gazed quietly at the anonymous bracelet with his left arm.

The bracelet itself had an anonymous effect, but now we have to see what results it will bring.

“I'll step up. ”

Soon a man came up to the top of the statue.

It was one of the heavenly troops inside a sturdy house with knife marks in the eye.

He holds a large axe that fits his body.

“Here comes a challenger! Then let the advancement begin!

Suddenly, someone entered the stadium while Kim Sung-cheol was preparing to draw the sword.

He was an ugly man who pressed down on his bungee hat.

He was wearing red t-shirts that were as worn out as Kim Sung-cheol's jeans and rags.

Especially in the red shirt. '2002 Be the Reds!’ There was a faded phrase written.

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes reminded me of this.

"This guy... ’

The new eggbeater walked past Sung-cheol Kim and in front of the challenger of the Celestial Hand.

“What are you? ”

His servant with the axe opened his eyes and threatened, but the answer was a flashing blade.

Chang Kang!

Blades and axes strike and sparks blaze.

His servant's eyes distorted sharply.

The axe begins to push back without hesitation.

The man with the axe squeezes his strength and roars, forcefully pushing the man's blade out.

“Ugh!! ”

However, the pushed blade gently corrects its trajectory and flies away from the man's square.

- Sweep.

The screaming heavenly servant's neck is slit by a dagger and flies away drawing a parabola over the air.

Tuck!

The moment his neck fell to the ground, the corpse was swollen and fell to the ground.

“ ……. ”

A heavy silence came over the whole square.

Soon, the furious Noh Hoe broke the silence.

“Son of a bitch! ”

“How dare you kill the end? You're dead to me today! ”

A squad of celestial figures rises up like wildfires.

At the same time, ten men went up to the stadium with weapons.

The mute man appears to be in danger.

Kim Sung-cheol watched the situation quietly until then.

Kim Sung-cheol noticed that the mute man's condition was strange.

It's not enchanted or conjured.

I felt an ideal at a more fundamental stage.

Soon, Kim Sung-cheol discovered the cause.

"These guys..."

Two more people came up on the square.

Together, they covered their faces with mute or climbing wool and wore old clothes that were closer to the vines than clothes.

Their breathing is as constant as a machine and they do not speak a word to each other.

Sruuh-

Two more swords are drawn.

The wearers walk slowly towards the celestial hordes.

“Let's do it, huh? ”

“Where did they roll?! ”

A scared dog barks.

The celestial squad called for reinforcement with a blasphemy.

Ten more men climbed onto the field.

Twenty-five to three.

It was the triumph of the Celestial Hand.

The Celestial Slash is a group of elite warriors aimed at the Minneapolis, and now there are even more of them than the enemy.

However, when I opened the lid, another result appeared.

Spatula!

Puck!

The swordsmanship of the wearers was almost astonishing.

You spill their Black Enemy swords, strike them down, bounce them off, and disable them, plunging their blades or edges into the enemy's critical area.

It did not take long for the floor of the stadium to be covered with blood with the heads of several people lying on the floor.

In just a minute, he lost more than a third of his celestial hand and fled in a panic under the field.

“ ……. ”

Those wearing rags stared down without saying anything, then left Kim Sung-cheol and went down to the top.

Later, the cheerful voice of the new Dean of Education echoed.

“30 seconds left! ”

Kim Sung-cheol was watching the back of those wearing a cloth while the cry of time ended was echoing.

‘As expected... the sword.' ’

Not all the slaves caught in the Summon Plaza are sold out.

Some are returned even before being delivered to the client due to the client's simple transformation.

However, the Summoners who are scheduled to be enslaved will be placed in a strange position from the moment they enter the hands of slave hunters, neither new summoners nor residents of another world.

They were cast aside by their own words.

Those beings who have no place to go are highly likely to be disposed of, but some are used for multipurpose in recognition of their natural talents.

A slave gladiator called the sword is one of them.

His stats are trivial, but he has a very high sword skill because he was forced to learn only one sword. He is known to be able to cut even the strongest enemies lightly because of his horror and emotion castration.

Not a single sword like that appeared three times.

‘You have a head. Swordsmanship is just a tool, so it's easy to close your eyes at the Summon Palace and only if you go to sanctions to throw it away. ’

Under the protection of those swords, Sung-cheol Kim earned his entry into the arena without a drop of blood on his sword.

When I came down from the stadium floor, I came to Kim Sung-cheol with a small number of subordinates who seemed to be waiting for the celestial ceremony.

“Hey, what are you doing? ”

It's a expressionless face, but it's filled with unbearable anger.

Kim Sung-cheol couldn't help but look straight in front of his eyes.

Instead, he pointed his finger over his shoulder and said quietly.

“Don't bullshit me. Talk directly to the party. ”

Kim Sung-cheol's fingertips pointed to the swords standing above the stadium.

He glanced at the anger side and retreated before Kim Sung-cheol with his men.

Since then, advancements have continued.

It was clear that the celestial squad had been roughened.

A Summoner from the Kim Hak Clan went to the battlefield in front of the quarrel, and the internal contestants who were watching the situation also jumped into the advancement.

There was a vigorous contest, but the winners were heavily armed with superior stats and equipment.

The two eunuchs who followed Kim Sung-cheol, such as Park Jung-sik, Kim Woo-jeong, and Bae Sung-hye, barely survived the werewolf attack, passed through the development.

In an instant, twenty of the thirty seats disappeared.

Ten to go.

Nothing has appeared yet, but there is a strange atmosphere in the gut.

The celestial bodies were gathering their men to attack the swords.

Homeuncles are all over the place, but I can't see anything.

It's because if we ignore those swords like this, we won't be able to face them.

As leader of a group, he may be branded as incapable of avenging the death of his subordinates, and may even disband his faction.

The ceiling ceremony draws a fast-paced dagger and asks one of the swordsmen to duel.

A man in a bunker and a red devil t-shirt.

“Let's do it. ”

“ ……. ”

The Sword Blade says nothing and sees the opposing Pokémon draw it, drawing its own blade in a reflexive fashion.

The heavenly body roars and rushes towards the sword.

Chang Kang!

The sword strikes in the air and ignites a flame.

When the sword struck, the celestial body felt that the opponent's strength was no better than his own.

Rather, the power is ahead of us.

The asthma gains its courage and spreads a stormy chain of attacks.

The Dagger of Swiftness makes a dazzling move and aims at several critical areas of the Blade at the same time.

However, his attack was simply blocked by the sword's defenses, and soon after that, the attack hit its limit.

The control of the attack has shifted from the celestial equation to the sword.

At that moment, the celestial asthma realized that there was simply a difference in skills that could not be quantified by power between itself and the sword, but it was a late realization.

A rusty, teeming blade of blood rushes into your abdomen.

How to stop it, sir.

The celestial ceremony burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Fuck! ”

At that moment, a miracle happened.

The tip of the sword, which was stabbed through the abdomen, was blocked by someone's sword.

It was nothing.

She doesn't look back, but says coldly.

“Look into their eyes. It's not a person.”

“ ……. ”

Then the ceiling saw the eyes of the sword hidden beneath the mute.

The pupils disappeared and only the white ones remained like ghosts.

‘W-what... You're not a Human?! ’

The ceiling shudders with fear, and the sword turns around, leaving the ceiling in place.

It was perfectly natural for someone to take the next batch.

None of the Summoners who knew any skills had the courage to challenge me.

“Is there no challenger? Then count to 30 seconds! ”

The countdown to Shin Hungyeong kidney has begun.

One of them looked around with an expressionless face, and saw Kim Sung-cheol looking at himself below and waved his hands slightly.

It was around the time the countdown left ten seconds.

Three men climbed onto the stadium.

Men in shingles.

Swords.