85 – It was there, it wasn’t there.

Something so sinister and disgusting that I felt it in Mathieu’s arms.

Kyle was slightly nervous as he looked at Mathieu, who was trying to grab onto that something.

Are you afraid that you will suddenly become overwhelmingly strong after drinking that, so that you will struggle tremendously?

No way. Wouldn’t it be better if I thought it was fortunate that I could fight hotter than drinking that.

The only reason Kyle is nervous is that he’s worried that something disgusting will interfere with this wonderful duel.

Isn’t it? Please. Don’t use that At that moment, I can’t treat you as a person.

Use that! If you trample on the innocence of fighting! Then I’ll be a thug too!

‘Then get your hands off it. Please.’

Mathieu was strong. She didn’t have the title of Three Girls for nothing.

She heard that the Empire’s 10-strong and the Alliance’s 3-girls are on a similar level.

I thought she might have been in vain, but she was right because she bumped into her directly.

She has also competed with Princess Yulica and Captain Priscilla, who are members of the 10th class.

Not all of them tried their best, but took some time to spare.

But Kyle could very clearly perceive that the two women were strong.

And right now, I was able to see how strong the top 10 level strongmen who are doing their best are.

I don’t want to see that wonderful opponent corrupt himself.

If you tried your best and still couldn’t overcome it, just grit your teeth and push yourself to the limit.

It’s a pity if it still doesn’t work, but you just have to train like crazy while making a promise for the future.

It was so foolish to ruin everything by being dazzled by the immediate results.

“Mr. Mathieu. Don’t do that. That, no matter how you think about it, isn’t it?”

At Kyle’s words, Mathieu seemed to think for a moment before standing up.

Kyle smiled when he confirmed that there was nothing in his hand.

As expected, the title of the strongest of the coalition, the three heroes, was not attached to just anyone.

“Thank you, Kyle John Nassen. I am ashamed to have fallen for this temptation.”

“No. I’m just glad you overcame it.”

Mathieu nodded her head, whoa, and took a deep breath in.

Then she changed her posture and, with her sword pulled back as far as it could go, said to Kyle.

“I will do my best. A duel without regret.”

Siss-.

Her momentum before was amazing, of course, but now it’s several times stronger than that.

The power he was gathering was so great that the mana around Mathieu vibrated.

To the point where I unknowingly exclaim at the momentary tension and anticipation.

‘I guess it’s a bit difficult with bare hands after all.’

I thought that as I looked at my knuckles that were peeling and bleeding from cuts.

It was a hand that did not turn red even when it hit a huge monster.

Not too long ago, when he faced his classmate’s sword in a duel, he didn’t even get hurt.

That hand, now bloody, lay in front of me.

His strong body, which is unique to John Nassen, also seems to be having a hard time in front of swordsmanship.

When I sparred with Captain Priscilla the other day, he seemed to be holding up well.

After thinking for a moment, Kyle was able to infer the reason.

‘Didn’t Captain Priscilla draw the sword skill to its maximum level?’

When she goes back, I think I’ll have to fight her properly again.

I thought her swordsmanship was enough to beat her by sparring with her.

As it turns out, it seems that she, like himself, was very slightly relaxed.

Kyle rubbed her hand roughly on her clothes, grumbling that this only leaves a lot of regret.

Then she looked at Mathieu, who was gathering her momentum to see if she was almost ready.

“Are you finished, Mathieu?”

“… Thank you for your patience. Kyle.”

What a thank you. Rather, I want to say hello this way.

She doesn’t even use mana runaway agents or anything, but she does her best.

Doesn’t he show himself as a true strongman who will leave the rest to heaven?

“Let me ask you one question, Kyle.”

“I see.”

“Are those two over there stronger than you?”

Kyle then glanced at her and turned her head to look at her brother and sister.

Two siblings with expressions of great interest and regret.

At the academy, he is a monster himself, but he becomes a child in front of them.

“… No matter how bad you are, you will be twice as strong.”

“I see.”

“It could be more than that.”

“… Thank you for answer. I feel relieved.”

After saying that, Mathieu took a moment to catch his breath.

Immediately after that, as if a light exploded, a ray of light flew straight into Kyle.

‘Crazy.’

I instinctively raise her arms to defend my neck and chest.

Kyle, who had been on the offensive until now, was the first to defend.

Chack!-

I couldn’t confirm if the sword had flown or if the sword had flown.

However, what is certain is that this blow is powerful enough to send chills down the spine.

Feeling hot, Kyle secretly checked her arm.

Red blood drips from the sharper cuts.

Compared to the scars on my fists now, they are nothing more than open.

With a blow that can cut this deeply, Kyle can no longer be relieved.

Important Tendons, muscles, in the worst case, even the neck is a big deal.

No matter how much John Nassen is, he is still a human and will die if he is seriously injured.

… No, it might be right to say that I will die.

I haven’t seen a single person die from injuries while John Nassen was there.

‘Should I take up a weapon? But I don’t know how to handle anything?’

After a brief conflict, Kyle finally decided to fight again with only her two fists.

The lack of a weapon he knew how to handle was the reason, of course, but there was a bigger reason.

That was because the John Nassen will within him did not need a weapon.

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‘I blocked this. With my bare hands.’

Mathieu gulps and swallows dry saliva as he tries to swallow his rough breath.

Before fighting Kyle, I made this judgment about my opponent.

A strong player who stays close to, or slightly below, the top 10 of the Empire.

There was no information about the other person, and Kyle openly hid his momentum, so it was understandable.

However, the duel begins in earnest and Kyle begins to reveal his power.

Mathieu had no choice but to correct all his expectations.

Kyle and the two men and women behind him are not on the same level as the 10th Empire.

Strong. Stronger than them. It’s not even comparable.

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Just like that. It was a blow of conversion that contained almost everything about him.

His own technique of momentarily hiding all momentum and attacking with sword energy, Muyoung 無影.

Obviously it attacks, but I can’t read where the attack is headed.

Its power was enough to make even the top 10 of the empire break out in a cold sweat.

But the young man named Kyle in front of me, although a little late.

After accurately reading Moo-Young’s path, he succeeded in defending himself.

With only two remaining Moo-Young counts, will he be able to land a critical hit within it?

Sasasa!!-

Mathieu swung his sword once more.

A sword attack that neither trace nor force can be read. A deadly killing technique that no one has ever been free of.

However, Mathieu opened his mouth at what happened next.

Kwajik!!-

I wonder if I couldn’t defend myself this time, at that moment.

Kyle had punched out his fist at the exact spot where Moo-young flew.

‘This, does this make sense.’

Read. Read completely Otherwise, this is impossible.

We accurately identified the attacking point and destroyed it at the optimal time.

The moment this happened, Mathieu was convinced that he had no chance of winning.

“Keugh.”

But that doesn’t mean I can’t just admit defeat.

There is still one sword attack left. And I wanted to aim for the last black counter.

Kyle, deciding that the opportunity to counterattack has arrived, will definitely switch to the offensive.

The moment you attack is the moment when the biggest gap is revealed.

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Just then, Mathieu’s last plan was to throw the last sword and see the match.

And just as he expected, Kyle started attacking again.

‘Just a little bit more.’

If I miscalculate even the slightest bit, Kyle will attack me before I can even swing my sword.

On the contrary, it will give you too much leeway and give you time to prepare.

You have to aim for that moment, the gap that lasts less than 0.1 Second, to get a perfect counter.

‘… Now.’

At the most opportune moment, Mathieu swung his final sword.

A moment that couldn’t be more perfect, an attack that couldn’t be sharper.

I did my best, and I also had hope that I might be able to win.

As much as that, the last attack could be said to be a perfect counter.

“… Ah.”

Until Kyle let the counter slip by a piece of paper.

‘No way, he even read it with this sword.’

I was stunned. I wondered how could that be. I’d rather have luck.

However, to show such a movement, simply saying that it was lucky could not be explained.

Predicting the path, I just let the attack flow with very little movement.

“Thank you for your hard work, Mathieu.”

In the meantime, Kyle, who came close to me, greeted me saying that he had worked hard.

By the way, in the way of John Nassen, greetings for hard work were heartfelt fists.

Right!-

“Oh heck!!”

Mathieu, who missed even the sword, rolled on the floor and then stretched out.

Even though he tried his best, the shock of being completely destroyed caused the inside to shake.

It’s not a fatal wound, but it won’t be easy to draw out mana for a while.

‘I lost.’

I lost. It wasn’t even the top 10 Empire that he considered his nemesis.

I was defeated mercilessly by a young man who suddenly appeared and looked pale.

Her pride was completely trampled upon. Her pride as a strong person was also completely destroyed.

That’s why you’re angry, the sky is resentful, and you have to shed tears in sorrow.

“… Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha!!”

Why did he laugh so heartily? Mathieu just laughed.

Sabak-.

Though Kyle came forward, Mathieu couldn’t stand up.

She doesn’t even have the strength to lift a finger. It’s hard to keep her head still.

She honestly just wanted to sleep like this, but her superhuman patience was barely holding her eyelids together.

“The name Samgeol is not a waste.”

“… Thank you. I am not particularly happy.”

“You should be happy. Two people coming over there. No, the two idiots are different from Mathieu-sama.”

What did Mathieu say at that, she did and turned her head.

“… No.”

Did he witness his defeat, or did he consider it an emergency?

The remaining three girls, Grouchy and Bernadotte, used the booster.

The energy you feel right away is completely different. It’s strong, but also very dangerous.

“The idiots who come over there are even ashamed of being called strong. Being a three-girl like Mathieu-sama is a disgrace to you.”

Even though the imperial nobility was cursing his colleagues, Mathieu had nothing to say.

“Hyupcha.”

Sat down in her seat, Kyle looked at the two men flying in front of him.

She then stretched her body once and spoke in a languid tone.

“You can’t yield up to the two of us, can you?”

“I’m sorry, maknae.”

“I’m so sorry, Kyle. But I can’t stand it any longer.”

“Yes. I understand. Have a good trip, brother. Sister.”