Main Character Hides His Strength

‘That's odd.’

A dark wrinkle was engraved on Kim Sung-cheol's forehead.

Just when the sword suddenly appeared and helped him, Kim Sung-cheol was able to guess who was behind the sword without difficulty.

Krill Rigall.

Krill Rigall tells you not to be surprised when you hand over the anonymous bracelet.

Perhaps the appearance of swordsmanship meant it.

But I didn't understand that those swordsmen were attacking a dog.

Hunting regrets in a public place like this? Creel Regal, too? ’

Hunting regrets is a secret only the most powerful know.

Therefore, the General Manager of Hunting is a reputable and proven force that powerful men can rely on.

There's no way to use a rookie wizard for something that important.

‘Something's wrong. Am I wrong? ’

It is unknown as Kim Sung-cheol.

The only reason I picked up the wand was that there was a man who ordered me to kill him.

Kim Sung-cheol decided to look at the situation and watched the stadium.

The swords of the Swordsmen are drawn together.

Sruuh-

The ugly, untidy blades glow with sunlight.

Someone stepped back and told the new Head of Training.

“Isn't advancement a one-on-one battle? ”

The executive was chewing the candy in bulk.

“I'm having a snack. We'll talk after snack time. ”

Intentional Ignorance.

Someone laughs and tries to get down to the stadium.

Then the head of the training room showed his teeth as if he had waited.

“Once you go down there, you're disqualified! Those who are disqualified are guaranteed to enter a predicted 30 consecutive winner battle! ”

It was the same sentence as the death sentence for any dog.

"Is this...? ’

Negative guesses faltered in my head.

It's a trap.

Made by outside forces, not by newcomers.

It's overwhelming.

Swordsmen are coming.

Someone pulls out the Spirit Wolf staff.

Two soul wolves roar and herd before a dog.

She looks at the approaching swords with cold eyes in one hand and a sword in the other.

A single sword rushes at you.

“Grrrrr!”

The teeth of the Spirit Wolf prevail against the approaching sword.

The sword pauses momentarily, throwing itself back and forth, and joins in with the rest of the swords to simplify the process of two spirit wolves.

It is not an intended assault, but an accidental assault.

The crowd bursts into elasticity, but someone chews their lower lip and regrets their guilt.

‘It was too soon. And this wolf can only be summoned three minutes later. ’

You find the summons too easily to defend the sides.

All that's left is to believe in your own sword, but the opponent is too picky.

Reason is neither a negotiation nor a strategy for swordsmen who do not exist.

Only absolute power is the only way to defeat the swords, but now no one has that power.

Tsk! Tsk!

The swords of the Swordsmen fly at you.

A sword grazes and passes by the throat of a man.

The blade is a sharp blow that will leave a hole in any throat, even if it is pointed a little further to the side.

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol was also one of the audiences watching the scene.

Unlike the others, he was looking back at the things behind it, not at the fight itself.

‘That's not what I'm trying to do. If he had, he would have ordered me to aim solely for arms or legs. ’

At that moment, the Sword of Wrath strikes someone's neck again.

One dodges the sword once more, but a few strands of hair are slashed into the sword.

This solved one suspicion.

It is not the capture of any swordsmen, but the death of any of them.

But why?

Kim Sung-cheol glanced at the crowd.

There must be someone out there giving orders to the Swordsmen.

Whether it's magic or primitive.

Soon, a man was caught in Kim Sung-cheol's eyes.

He was a man in an old training outfit and wearing a grey beanie.

I was unfamiliar with the outfit, but that face was a face Kim Sung-cheol knew very well.

‘Krill Regal. That's the guy with the sword. "

Krill Rigel holds a small flute in her hand.

A flute used by slave hunters.

The moment I saw that, Kim Sung-cheol felt the fog of the suspicions that had been in place for a while.

‘Krill Rigall is working with the slave hunters. The Swordsmen must have borrowed it from a slave hunter. But why is he after someone else? I don't know why, but one thing's for sure. At least he's got nothing to do with hunting regrets. ’

Then there's no reason not to help the dog.

But the dog on the field fought much better than I thought.

In people's eyes, Kim Sung-cheol looked like someone was going to be killed right away, but he looked different.

I avoided the attack with a light car, but the real crisis never came.

‘Then let's see what we can do. ’

He folds his arms and watches the battle at ease.

“Ha…”

At the same time, someone dodged another sword.

You can retrieve the sword, but she focuses on keeping as much distance as possible instead of shuffling it.

The swords are hard to predict, but the swords' feet are slow.

After stopping the fierceness of the swordsmen once, they now spread their distance with the swordsmen and began to make use of the space in the stadium.

Fighting has now turned into a chase after a siege.

If someone turns along the edge of the stadium, the Swordsmen will slowly chase them.

If the swordsmen had the ability to think, they could have used tactics such as blocking the retreat instead of all of them together, but for a castrated swordsman, it was a very difficult spell.

Thanks to this, no one delays the onslaught of the swordsmen with clever moves, despite the absolute heat wave.

The sight was enough to make people resilient, and as time went on, the voice of cheering for the poor woman who was outnumbered grew.

It's been three minutes since I bled out in the screams.

This time, no one made a cry that summoned the wolves immediately.

Waiting for the advancement of the swords to crumble around the outskirts of the stadium.

The waiting time was not long.

Someone purposely distanced the lead swordsman.

Then one of the swords moves away from the camp, stabbing someone in the face with it.

The dog dodges the sword and raises its staff to summon the wolf.

“Oh!”

Two spirit wolves appear beneath the feet with flashes of light.

“Bite!”

One of them lunges at the sword that protrudes with the wolves.

Three directions.

The sword attempts to defend itself by mechanically swinging it, but someone strikes it first, causing all nerves of the sword to concentrate on it.

Meanwhile, the teeth of the Spirit Wolf bite the neck and ankle of the sword that were exposed to defenselessly.

Later, the swords of the other swords stare at the wolves and someone else, but someone quickly retreats back with the wolves and watches the deadly sword.

“Th-thug... ugh...”

The dull discolored pupil of swordsmanship has regained its original appearance.

“Mother...”

The sword's brainwashing has been eased just before death.

He straightens his arm, and falls flat.

Two swords left.

His breathing is rough, but he has a relaxed look on his face.

But her relaxation didn't last long.

“W-what? Them.”

Another group comes up to the stadium.

Those who wear rags and hide their faces with hats.

Another swordsman.

There are five.

Suddenly, a face darkens.

‘Wrong. This is not a win. ’

I feel relieved and distracted.

‘I didn't come back for this... I have a mission to fulfill...' ’

Three and seven have different weights.

As you surround someone in quantity, one of the swords slowly approaches.

The wolves roar and try to listen, but they are torn apart by the sword.

As for anyone, there is no other way but to step back with the sword.

Soon she was stuck in a dead end.

“Get out of the stadium and you'll be disqualified! ”

Chewing the candy and mocking the Head of the Executive Board.

Circumstances of incision.

Someone remembers the face of a person who had forgotten for a moment.

‘Yes, him! What's he doing? ’

Salvation comes as if you were waiting.

Someone is right behind you, watching someone coming up to the stadium.

Scattered head in ugly outfits. A man with few words and a thick but brilliant hand.

It's Kim Sung-cheol.

“Stand behind me. ”

Kim Sung-cheol pulled out his sword and said briefly.

Someone nodded and retreated behind Kim Sung-cheol.

When Sung-cheol Kim stepped forward, the swords hesitated.

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes flashed.

I knew it.

Swordsmen do not attack those who wear bracelets.

The expression "no" will be correct.

Because the man with the bracelet must be protected by those who manipulate the sword.

But can a lost swordsman like Izzie understand such a complicated situation?

Kim Sung-cheol's sword pierced into the heart of the sword.

The sword was neither dodged nor stopped.

The sword is in the heart.

“Ugh…”

Izzie to be judged was the limit of being lost.

Only those who move according to orders do not judge for themselves how to behave when different commands conflict.

Kim Sung-cheol stabbed the blind spot along with the heart of the sword.

“I... I... I... I want to go home...”

The sword pierced my heart and died in search of my mind.

The intestine was drunk for days.

“No, what's going on? ”

“What the hell is he...? Is that the head of those beggars? ”

Kim Sung-cheol took off the bracelet on his arm, handed it to someone, and said quietly.

“Wear this. Then you will not be attacked. ”

After leaving a short note, Kim Sung-cheol went down outside the stadium.

The dean of the training room, who held a strict leash against only one dog, had nothing to say about it.

It's because Kim Sung-cheol has already been selected as one of the 30 people and has a bracelet.

The executive looked at Krill Rigall with puzzled eyes, but Krill Rigall had no answer either.

As the chaos continues, the swords approach the dog.

However, as someone put on the bracelet, the swords that were approaching were stiff like a statue and no longer approached.

One stabbed the heart of a sword that stopped like Kim Sung-cheol.

“Let's go... to the finals!! ”

A man in a red shirt collapses in blood.

No rebellion or resistance.

A powerful dog quickly starts freeing the swords.

Three swords fell swiftly.

And a very low flute rang out.

The stopped swords retreat and go down to the stadium.

A cheer erupts from the mouths of the crowd, watching someone struggle with their breath.

Celestial asthma was no exception.

“Holy shit! That's awesome!”

In a cheerful crucible, Kim Sung-cheol turned his head toward a man who was hiding among the crowd.

It was Krill Rigel who hid her identity with her training clothes, but she was staring at this side with her face distorted with embarrassment and anger.

Kim Sung-cheol waved his hand.

Krill Rigall vanishes across the square with her swords, her face flared.

“Thank you.”

Someone came up behind Kim Sung-cheol's back, watching Creel leave.

She looked up at Sung-cheol Kim as she handed him a glittering copper bracelet.

“Thank you very, very much. ”

A genuine thank you is one whose truth cannot be conveyed by any rhetoric.

“... I only kept my promise. ”

Kim Sung-cheol walked forward with a dog behind him.

It's because there were so many people pointing this way to share personal stories.

Moreover, the note I just received through the sky squirrel was a bit more appealing to Kim Sung-cheol's taste.

[I have something urgent to tell you. Come to the Abandoned Cathedral right now.]