I can see the Emperor's stats-Chapter 78
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For a moment, the buzz about the Prime Tournament's surprise! The important thing was the result of the general tournament, so all the crowd's attention was focused on the finals that were about to begin.
“Let’s start the finals of the regular tournament.”
Dmitri was extremely sensitive because of his failure in the previous Northern War. Besides, isn't he currently in a situation where he lost the Prime Tournament?
If, by any chance, they lose and miss the overall championship, this time they will not be able to escape the Grand Duke's severe punishment.
No, since the shadow was put in, it was like losing to the knights who gathered such a ragtag group of people who were not the first prince's henchmen, so maybe even one defeat could buy the wrath of the grand duke.
'You must win. It's overwhelming!'
Dmitri looked at the two shadow officers who had followed him.
“No matter what opponent comes out, you have to be vigilant and deal with it.”
Fortunately, this time, the first prince's side sent the player out first.
Dmitri was watching the arena with a keen expression. One knight walked out from the side of the first prince, as if they had decided which knight to send out.
'Here you go... huh?'
Dmitri looked at the knight who walked out with a slightly puzzled expression.
The knight sent by Julius as the vanguard was Keynes. However, his condition looks a little odd.
'Aside from the fact that your skills seem insignificant, why do you think your eyes are a little loose?'
“… … .”
Dmitri looked at Keynes, who stood there blankly, for a moment, then opened his mouth.
“Glen, you need to go out first. It looks like a small fish, but it is forbidden to be careless.”
The man called Glenn also nodded silently and began to slowly walk out onto the pitch.
“My name is Glenn Howard of the Knights of the Golden Lion.”
“… … .”
He greeted him politely, but Keynes didn't seem to be looking at him properly.
Glenn was a skilled knight enough to serve as an executive in the shadows. She can't help but feel slightly upset that Keynes, who doesn't even look very strong, has such an attitude.
'What a rude boy. I have to finish it quickly without giving a damn.'
In fact, just because a master-level knight fights by limiting the force to that of a normal knight, his skills don't go anywhere. Glenn thought she would be able to subdue Keynes without much effort.
Sureureung.
As Glenn draws his sword, Keynes's eyes seem to return slightly as if reacting to him, and he draws his sword too. And he seemed to be muttering something.
“One room… freedom… vacation… … .”
'Anyway, he must be a proper madman. Why did you send a guy like that to me?'
Wedge love!
Glenn swung his sword relentlessly from the start, intending to firmly punish the mad kid who was muttering in a daze.
visor!
“… … !?”
Contrary to his dazed expression, however, Keynes lightly blocked his sword. In addition, the movement is somewhat slow, but it even counterattacks quite sharply.
'Even though he's missing a screw in his head, did he let him go because he's still a guy?'
Glenn was quite surprised and tried to block Keynes's sword from approaching him with his waist. As befits his excellent knight, the transition from offense to defense was as smooth as water, but he soon had to sense that something was wrong.
slip.
“Hut!”
Keynes' sword, which was approaching his waist, suddenly broke at a right angle and aimed at his neck. The sword's trajectory was twisted without any warning.
Cacan!
Glenn managed to block Keynes's sword, but his ordeal was just beginning.
'What's with all these guys!'
Keynes' sword didn't contain strong momentum, and he didn't show flashy changes, but Glenn began to be on the defensive while breaking out in a cold sweat.
This is the power of his martial sword. At first glance, it may not seem like a big deal, but the fact that it is difficult to read the trajectory of the opponent's sword is a huge advantage.
It is because the martial arts that reach a higher level are more of a battle of numbers rather than a simple clash of power, and swordless swords are a characteristic that penetrates this loophole remarkably.
'As expected.'
Julius watched the scene with a hearty smile.
'Actually, I was worried, but surprisingly quickly fell into a trance, so things went smoothly.'
Over the past few months, Julius has been pretty harsh on Keynes. This is because he has to win one win in the final with himself no matter what.
Of course, in the midst of that, Keynes tried to trick him somehow, but he had no choice but to agree with Julius' words.
“If you can even brush my collar, I will stop training and give you a vacation right away.”
As in the case of the night escape, Keynes was put in a position where he had to engage in personal sparring with Julius every night. However, the sparring was also the only rope of escape for the lazy man.
And during the sparring, Julius discovered a strange fact... … .
'In the situation that pushed him, if his concentration peaked, he could go into the same state as that night?'
Although the usual Keynes showed the characteristics of a sword, it was impossible to use it freely, perhaps because he still lacked the proficiency.
However, when he went into a state of trance like that night, he was able to use his sword freely enough to recall the reputation of Viscount Keynes, the dull sword from his previous life.
In that state, Keynes almost succeeded in attacking Julius, who was a superhuman and possessed the characteristics of a player.
'In that state, I wouldn't have to lose against a barely (?) master-level knight.'
As Julius was sure, the confrontation between Glenn and Keynes soon came to an end.
Chow!
Keynes's sword stopped at the point where it cut slightly into Glenn's neck. Only when the attack succeeds does he finally come to his senses.
"what?"
"stop! The winner is Lord Keynes!”
“Waaaaa!!!!”
The cheers of the crowd were tremendous because he won by pushing the opposing knight this time as well.
But he just walked out of the arena with a bewildered expression.
Took.
Julius pats him on the back and congratulates him.
“Good job.”
"majesty?"
It was only then that Keynes remembered the surprise confrontation with Julius, who set a condition before the final match began.
“I think there are about 20 minutes until the final, but the conditions are the same this time. If you even brush my collar, I will be exempted from the special training for one month, regardless of whether I win or lose this tournament.”
Of course, Keynes accepted the terms unquestioningly. And as soon as the finals started, he was sent to the stadium in a state of trance without knowing why.
“As promised, after the martial arts meeting, we will be exempted from special training for a month.”
Keynes's mouth is ripped to the point where it gets caught in the ear. I don't know what happened, but somehow she got a month's break from that hell.
"thank you!"
Julius also smiled here.
'Maybe he doesn't even have to fix that personality.'
On the other hand, on Dmitri's side, the atmosphere was miserable, as if a portrait had appeared.
“I never thought there would be a guy in that improvised order of knights who could beat Glenn… … .”
After receiving first aid, Glenn couldn't even open his mouth as if he had no face. Even if she put some restrictions on her, since she was defeated by a normal knight, she deserved it.
'Next time, I have no choice but to leave.'
Dmitri hardened his expression. If he loses next time, it's all over, so he had to win one win somehow.
'I've been waiting, but it's finally out?'
When he appeared in the arena, Julius also changed to a serious expression.
[Ivan Dmitry]
Occupation: Senior Knight, Force Master
Muscular A+ Agility A Intellect B+ Mental A Force Aptitude A Force A+
Alignment: Loyal, cool
[characteristic]
Swordsmanship (A+)
From the first time he heard Dmitri's name, Julius recognized that he was in charge of the Archduke's men in the north.
When interrogating Gundar, he also confessed his name, and even looking at his stats, he was a talented person whom the Archduke could cherish.
'It's my turn to repay the debt in the north.'
“I will go out this time.”
“… … !?”
When Julius suddenly stood up, all the new knights in the seat looked puzzled. Even though he was put on the list, he only gave instructions in the preliminaries and finals, and he never played in a match.
However, it was for this moment that Julius dared to save Keynes and his participation.
As soon as he enters the arena, the hall is buzzing.
“You said that His Highness, the first prince, would appear in person?”
“Even though he built up a lot of martial arts in the north, was he a person who could demonstrate his skills in a competition like this?”
“If even a member of the royal family gets a knighthood, isn’t it a knight? There is no provision that says you can't participate. Anyway, I have something interesting to see.”
But Dmitri couldn't help but be very nervous. It was because the Grand Duke had told him beforehand.
“If the first prince comes out, regardless of victory or defeat, make sure to gauge his skills.”
'The thing that can be a variable is the power of the first prince, but there are many suspicious things to simply dismiss it as an outstanding level of talent among his peers.'
In fact, the Archduke was still not sure about Julius' strength. It is only natural that his eyes could not penetrate the rebuttal.
However, it was ambiguous to say that he had accumulated enough skills to beat Dmitri in the prince's tight education schedule.
In the case of Beatrice, since she was originally one of the three greatest martial artists on the continent, how long would the training time be if Julius, who had just turned 20, took away the training time he received as a prince?
Leaving the Grand Duke's suspicious gaze behind him, Julius and Dmitri exchanged greetings.
“It is an honor to meet Your Highness like this. My name is Dmitri of the Order of the Golden Lion.”
“Nice to meet you. But I'm sorry to hear you say that again.”
“… … !?”
Here, Julius smiled brightly.
"Haven't we met once in the North?"
For a moment, Dmitri couldn't hide his embarrassment.
“What are you talking about? haha… … .”
He tried to laugh it off, but Julius only smiled. But inside, he was properly sharpening his blade.
'Today, I'll just take the price of the blood of my knights who died unjustly.'
“Then I ask for a good fight.”
With those words, Julius took the lead first.
Cacan!
As the two swords collided, there was an intense friction sound. It was not a fight to be admired as they were hiding their skills from each other, but one was a superman, and the other was a knight very close to superman.
Few people in the hall recognized it, but a fairly high-level skirmish continued for a while.
As dozens of sums passed like that, Dmitri couldn't help but be embarrassed inside.
'It's not an opponent that can be easily subdued.'
He was in a state where he was showing all his abilities except for the limited output of the Force. However, Julius defended his attack too lightly and was fighting on an equal footing.
'As expected, the first prince, this tortoiseshell, was hiding his power.'
The Grand Duke watched the scene with his eyes wide open. Dmitri was the disciple he taught with the most sincerity, as he had no heir yet.
In addition, there was a trump card that was announced before the game started.
"If you feel like you're going to be pushed back, the use of secret skills is permitted."
“… … !?”
Dmitri looked very surprised. The grand duke's family is also one of the three great martial artists on the continent! Of course, there was a vision of the samurai coming down.
However, since the shadows were a group raised in secret, he was not allowed to use secret techniques even during the Northern War.
'I can't help it.'
Dmitri finally decided that defeating Julius in a normal skirmish was unreasonable.
'I'll have to finish it all at once with an unexpected attack.'
When he finished thinking, he deliberately showed a gap in his waist.
Shih!
As soon as he finds an opening, Julius's sword flies relentlessly. However, as if Dmitri had waited, he pulled away slightly and aimed his sword at Julius.
It may seem like an insignificant gesture, but this was a secret technique passed down through the grand duke's family.
The so-called attack sword!
Literally, it is a technique to hit the sword in the air far away from the sword. Dmitri's proficiency wasn't high yet, so the number of times he could unfold it was small, and the range wasn't too long, but it was enough to use as a male and female.
At this moment, Dmitri's sword was aiming precisely for Julius' shoulder.
'I can't take your life because I'm the prince, but I'll punch a hole in your shoulder instead!'
pop!
The assault sword landed on Julius' shoulder, and a very small explosion exploded. Then, Julius's sword narrowly passed Dmitri's waist.
'I won.'
Dmitry was confident of victory. Because he used it in a hurry, the power was not enough, but he thought that it would have injured his shoulder so much that he could not use it.
But before he even finished thinking about it, Julius' voice rang in his ears.
“It was an interesting technique.”
“… … !?”
At the same time, Julius began to terrifyingly attack Dmitri. Even without raising the output of the force, Julius had many other advantages.
The characteristics he learned, such as the core, the white tiger self-defense, and the anti-bakgwijin, were enough to hide his skills and give him an advantage in close combat.
Just now, with the anti-resilience of the White Tiger's self-defense machine, I just received Dmitri's inexperienced attacking sword with my body.
Of course, if the Archduke had used the attacking sword himself, there would have been a huge wind hole on his shoulder, but at the current level of Dmitri, there was no way it could damage him.
'And it's a technique I've been through a few times, but there's no way I don't know.'
He could not count the number of times his life was threatened by the Grand Duke in his previous life. This is because no matter how secretly the secret secrets of the samurai family were passed down, they had to be used to capture the emperor.
Julius laughed lightly here.
'Did you aim for my shoulder?'
His sword disappeared like a ghost, reappearing near Dmitri's shoulder.
Fuck!
“Ah!”
Dmitri grabs his shoulder and collapses at once. He struck with the back of his sword, but this blow completely pulverized his shoulder blades.
As he collapsed, the moderator quickly declared the outcome.
"stop! The winner is His Highness the 1st Prince. and… … .”
The moderator stuttered as if he was a little taken aback by this result.
“4th place in Jousting Spear, 1st place in Prime Tournament, and 1st place in General Tournament.
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The hall fell into chaos in an instant. The crowd needed time to accept this result in their minds, even if their heads understood it.
For the past twenty years, it has become a custom for the Golden Lion Knights to win overwhelmingly in the Imperial Martial Arts Association. However, the feat of 20 years has been broken here today.
After the momentary confusion passed, a louder shout than ever in the central arena covered the inside of the arena.
“Waaaaaaa!!!!”
“Long live the First Prince!!”
“This time, as a safe investment, all the guys who bet on the Golden Lion Knights must have gone bankrupt.”
“Hey man! But how many people will bet on the knights of His Highness, the First Prince?"
The crowd was busy talking about this unexpected incident with flushed faces.
'Phew, this time it was somehow resolved.'
Julius put his sword in and looked at Dmitri, who was receiving first aid, with a cold expression.
Even though he struck with the back of a sword, it was a superhuman blow. Even the therapist was unable to restore the completely pulverized bone. Dmitri has been crippled on one of his arms for the rest of his life.
'It's self-employed. Actually, thinking of the dead knights, I want to cut my throat with a single sword, but I can't do that in a martial arts meeting... … .'
The first to touch him were the Grand Duke and Dmitry. Besides, if I hadn't sent them out during this martial arts event, none of this would have happened in the first place.
Julius raised his head again and looked towards the VIP seat where the emperor was. And bow deeply to the emperor.
The emperor was nodding his head with a satisfied expression. Then, Julius, who moved his gaze, collided with the archduke.
food.
Julius let out a small laugh. It was quite a distance, so it was a subtle change in expression that a grand duke with superhuman eyesight could notice.
'1st Prince, that guy dares... … .'
The Grand Duke was a man whose head grew colder the more he got angry. He had such a terrifying expression that if anyone looked at his face right now, he would instantly freeze.
However, Julius met him head-on again with a calm expression.
'If it's unfair, since you're also a knight, should I come out myself?'
Giulius, who smiled at him once again, was about to step out of the arena. But at that moment!
“Start the holy war!”
An unidentified eerie voice echoes through the arena.
“… … !?”
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