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231Festival for the Flower Festival (2)
People's expressions hardened.
blood flowing on the floor.
I'm not upset that someone died.
It was an all too common situation for a Valhalla warrior to die while fighting, but the problem was how Bartolo was defeated..
Bartolo is a ranker in Valhalla..
He was a talented player who could never be taken lightly, and out of his wariness towards Roman Dmitry, he watched his opponent's movements until the end and then made a surprise attack..
series of processes.
gained the upper hand.
What people expected was an embarrassed Roman Dmitry being pushed back..
however.
I was struck by a single blow..
Ordinary people couldn't even properly see how the attack occurred, but Bartolo stumbled and fell down..
It was a shocking sight.
People could not hide their shaking pupils at the thought that the rumor that he had defeated Knight Commander Gustavo in one blow might be true..
“next.”
Roman Dmitry's voice.
It was calm.
As if it was no big deal, Roman Dmitry looked away from Bartolo's body..
Paulo and Marin.
The purpose of the confrontation was different..
If in Paulo it was a show of force to announce his entry into the country, from now on it was an opportunity to prove what kind of person Roman Dmitri is as he faces Barbossa..
There was no need to obtain surrender with overwhelming violence..
A clear example that those who take on the challenge must prepare for death. More than a hundred words, a single confrontation revealed the seriousness of the situation..
If it were a country other than Valhalla.
People might have just left.
However, those who truly followed Valhalla were excited by the fact that Roman Dmitry's skills were real..
“Valhalla!”
man stepping forward.
He was an unknown person.
Even though he knew he was going to die, he hoped that his presence would shine on the sword of the strong..
“I'll deal with you this time.”
seat of verification.
The stage that will test Roman Dmitry begins now..
* * *
Even the referee.
There were no rules.
It was simply a place for a show of force, and when the challenger came forward, people naturally created space..
That was it..
Even though no signal was given, the challenger rushed forward..
That's it.
The challenger threw the dagger first..
The battle between Valhalla warriors involves no means whatsoever..
In a situation that is conducted in the name of a confrontation, a confrontation between a large number of people without prior agreement is problematic, but it was common to use weapons such as daggers as it is now..
Even if it means attacking a vital point, biting an ear, or stabbing the opponent's eye. In a battlefield filled with blood and death, surviving at all costs was the priority in Valhalla..
Swish.
The dagger passed by.
The challenger anticipated the opponent's evasion range and threw a dagger, but Roman Dmitry did not move at all..
A dagger passing by.
The challenger gritted his teeth..
I created an aura and stabbed the sword towards the opponent's heart..
flash.
Phuwak.
head flew off.
With blood gushing out like a fountain, the body passed Roman in the same forward motion and rolled on the floor..
patter.
blood falling from the sky.
Roman Dmitry didn't bother to avoid it..
On the battlefield, accepting blood was the demonic way..
“next.”
“I am Gatu of Valhalla.”
A man named Gatu.
This time I was a ranker in Valhalla..
Even though there wasn't much difference in ranking with Bartolo, he looked at Roman Dmitri with a heated face..
It was a wonderful force. Dying to the truly powerful is a blessing granted to the warriors of Valhalla..
Based on the previous results, Gatu felt that it was not a waste of his life to die for Roman Dmitri's validation..
Huh.
It started with Gatu’s first strike..
Gatu, who uses a mace suspended from a chain, wriggles his huge muscles and swings the mace to attack his opponent..
Kwasik!
The floor was shattered..
It was a tremendous power.
An aura arose to freely control the movement of the chain, and a mace came out, blocking the direction in which Roman Dmitry was moving..
It was a unique attack method..
Ordinary aura swordsmen use a universal medium called the sword, but the warriors of the Valhalla Empire used aura in different ways..
Valhalla.
That's why they were strong.
Anomalous attacks pierced loopholes, and the beings truly called warriors of Valhalla showed a burning appearance the stronger their opponents were..
Those who spoke of surrender in Paulo.
The fact that they were also born in Valhalla cannot be denied, but the people we meet now are the type that represents the foundation of Valhalla..
Crumbling rumbling.
“where!”
Gatu created an aura..
He changed the direction of his mace from afar and gritted his teeth to somehow crush Roman Dmitri..
That moment.
Papapot.
the wind blew.
The chain surrounded by the aura was cut off at once, and the mace, which had lost its inhibitions, was seen falling to the floor..
For Gatu, it was the moment when he felt death..
If he didn't shout surrender like this, his head would be cut off by Roman Dmitri's sword, but Gatu grabbed the short chain attached to the mace with his bare hands and swung it towards Roman Dmitri..
“porridge… … gagging.”
Suddenly.
flashing sword.
Gatu's head flew off with a face filled with madness..
He seemed rather excited about the fact that his opponent was overwhelmingly strong..
Tuk.
Degurrrrr.
my head rolled on the floor.
“next.”
The confrontation continued.
Warriors who were not afraid of death continued to show their intention to challenge Roman Dmitry, but not a single one showed any meaningful close combat..
corpses piled up.
At first, when one or two people died, people showed hope that they could defeat Roman Dmitri, but when the number of corpses increased to a dozen, their expressions turned pale..
It was the same just now.
This time, the 57th ranked Valhalla ranker came out, and after exchanging attacks and defenses a few times, he received a long cut on his chest..
Phuwak.
trembling body.
The ranker kneeled down..
People took a step back without realizing it..
“next.”
repeated words.
People looked at each other.
Those who truly believed in and followed Valhalla were willing to die, but not all of the people of Valhalla were the type to throw away their lives like those before them..
The world people lived in was the same. Those who maintain Valhalla's reputation as a land of warriors are only a few..
Most people, just like in Paulo, could not help but feel scared in the face of overwhelming violence..
I avoided eye contact.
People no longer dared to look him in the eye for fear that Roman Dmitry would point out at him..
“The days are still long. Is there no one more willing to challenge me?.”
Early moning.
People flocked wildly.
However, the surroundings had just become brighter, but the ferocious spirit of the people was nowhere to be seen..
corpses scattered on the floor.
They have proven the minimum qualifications.
I knew that unless you were someone who really wanted to die, you wouldn't be able to deal with Roman Dmitry with any level of skill..
Roman Dmitry said.
“There is one day left until the eve. If there is anyone who challenges you, knock on the door at any time..”
I just took a few steps.
Just like that, people stared blankly at the figure of Roman Dmitry disappearing inside..
* * *
Marin was shocked..
The center of the rumor was Roman Dmitry..
I heard that the challenge was accepted through Sanchez, but as the sun was rising in the sky, I heard shocking news..
“……It's already over?”
“That's right. People flocked there from early in the morning, but no one was able to properly attack Roman Dmitry. The heads of those who tried were blown off, so after about a dozen people died, no one could challenge them. So, I came back thinking that it was a waste of time..”
“I can't believe Roman Dmitry was that strong. Where were the rankers of Valhalla and what were they doing??”
“This person. Do you think the rankers didn’t show up? From the beginning, the person whose head was blown off by a single blow was Bartolo, one of the rankers of Valhalla. In addition, rankers like Gatu came forward, but they could not do anything against Roman Dmitry and lost. That's the truth I just witnessed.”
“This is crazy.”
people were shocked.
Names of those who lost against Roman Dmitry.
It was never easy.
If I were to say that Bartolo died at the end of a close fight, I would understand it to some extent, but I couldn't readily accept the fact that he died in a single blow..
In the meantime, I denied the rumors coming from distant battlefields..
When told that a being called Roman Dmitry had overwhelmingly defeated Butler, Count Nicholas, and finally, Knight Commander Gustavo, he scoffed and said that it was just a rumor unique to battlefields that try to create heroes..
however.
I couldn't do that now..
The name value of Bartolo and other rankers proved that Roman Dmitry's actions had a clear basis..
“……20He has the ability to overwhelm the rankers of Valhalla at the age of 10. I wondered how the Kingdom of Cairo defeated the Empire of Kronos, and a hero of all ages was born..”
Roman Dmitry was recognized.
But regardless of that, it was unacceptable for Roman Dmitry to go on the festival stage like this..
It was still not enough.
Barbossa.
He is the highest ranker in Valhalla..
Even if the rumors were acknowledged, he was not a suitable opponent for Barbossa..
“I hope the top rankers step up. We can't put Roman Dmitry on the festival stage like this..”
“Perhaps Mr. Morales will step forward? His disciple, Sanchez, also spread the rumors about Roman Dmitri, and in fact, Barbossa's opponent in the first place was Morales. If it's him, he's enough to take down Roman Dmitry. And, he is a suitable warrior to represent Valhalla..”
“yes. No matter how fast and long Roman Dmitry is, his chances of beating Mr. Morales are slim..”
people said in unison.
Morales.
I hoped he would come forward..
Although not mentioned in the Twelve Swords of the Continent, Morales was a monster recognized by all warriors in Valhalla..
sure victory).
They had no doubts in their trust in the warrior representing their country..
* * *
Hwareuk.
Grumbling.
The lights flickered.
Amid the red light illuminating the dark space, the large man reverently wiped the surface of the sword with a dry cloth..
“Sanchez. Why do you think I want to deal with Barbossa?.”
identity of the man.
It was Morales..
In response to Morales' words, Sánchez spoke in a tone confident in the correct answer..
“Because of bad relationships in the past.”
“You are right. In the first place, my relationship with Barbossa originated from a terrible relationship. However, contrary to popular rumors, the fundamental reason for the bad relationship is not an inferiority complex toward Barbossa. Barbossa. The Twelve Swords, a continent that Valhalla is proud of, are not born with the pride of warriors as one might think..”
beyond memory.
Morales recalled his memories with Barbossa.
The first time they fought him, Barbosa knocked Morales out unfairly..
It was from then on..
At the name Barbosa, Morales gritted his teeth..
“I'm disgusted by Barbossa. I don't like the way people cheer and talk about him as if he is blessed by Valhalla. So he wanted a fight with him. Because Barbossa and I cannot exist under the same sky. With the sole intention of defeating Barbossa, the trumpeter of the scum-like leaders who trample on the traditions of Valhalla, I have been practicing my sword skills. But Roman Dmitry took my place. It could be a choice to ignore me, or perhaps it could be a dirty plan by the leaders to protect Barbossa. One thing is certain. The stage of the festival is my place..”
“You are right..”
It was unexpected for Sanchez..
Barbossa and Morales.
I didn't know that there was a special reason for the bad relationship between the two other than simply a rivalry that had existed since childhood..
Morales raised his sword..
The great sword suited to his gigantic physique gave off an overwhelming force..
“Sanchez. From now on, gather the people of Valhalla. So that everyone can watch the fight between me and Roman Dmitry. I will prove to the leadership of Valhalla that I am a suitable opponent for Barbossa. If you defeat Roman Dmitry. Then, Barbossa won't be able to escape my fate..”
If you lose.
Your vessel is just that..
Morales' tattoo-covered muscles flexed as he stepped outside into the sunshine..
monster of valhalla.
A monster that is of a different class from the beings it has faced so far has finally grown into a gigantic body..
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