The Lord Legend Of The Raicarnated Lord
The Duels Continue

Chapter 40: The Duels Continue

To the audience watching the duel, Lorist who was fighting on the dueling platform looked ragged. The bandage wrapped around his left shoulder was stained with red blood while the bandage around his right body had blood dripping out of it. Lorist was covered in sweat and his face looked so pale that it seemed that a single strike would manage to knock him to the ground with his sword thrown away, resulting in automatic loss.

However, Lorist was still standing upright like a mountain with an unwavering expression. Due to an injury to his right chest, his right arm hung limp from his shoulder and could only exert occasional force when he grasped his sword with both hands. On the other hand (pun unintentionally), his left arm had almost no problem in carrying out all the basic movements of the sword naturally, in a practiced manner that was in no way inferior to his right arm in a state of no injuries.

Facing the ferocious attacks from his opponent, Lorist stood upright like a pine tree in the middle of a storm, not once did he bow his head towards the fierce wind. His attitude was also stable as a stone that did not move near the shore that did not move at all, no matter how strong the waves were.

The opponent was also panting heavily as the continuous attacks from Lorist pushed him into a corner. The opponent held a two-handed sword that was suitable for attacking but lacking when it came to defending. Lorist's swift and suppressive attacks over the past ten minutes had left him looking extremely frightened. Regardless of his experience arguing against his comrades in the academy or the others, no one had fought him for a long time, despite the fact that Lorist was only an Iron Swordsman.

"What are you doing, you idiot! Don't let him catch his breath! Circle him and keep attacking! Go for his back! He was already bleeding and he would not be able to last long! Do not stop and increase the intensity of your attacks! Go!"

The voice of the Saint Marceau Academy's Head rang out loudly from the audience seats. The head of the academy was already panicking to the point that he could not sit still and act in a manner that was incompatible with his status in front of everyone.

It was the 15th day of the academy duel and the challengers came from the main rival of Dawn Academy, Saint Marceau Academy. It was no wonder that the Head of Weston Academy had completely lost his standing and behaved like that since the current ongoing duel was the 20th and the last one of the day. The Silver-ranked instructor on the dueling platform was the only challenger left for the day while the others had already lost. To Academy Head Weston, his hopes of saving the face of Saint Marceau Academy from losing a bet against the Dawn Academy were all laid on that instructor, whose opponent, Lorist, was still standing despite his haggard appearance.

The Silver-ranked instructor heard the bellows of the academy's head and began to surround Lorist and wait for an opportunity to attack. Lorist simply turned his left foot with the right as a shaft to keep the opponent from facing backwards.

"Get on! what else are you waiting for? it's running out of energy! Quick attack! We're almost gonna win! ”Seru Head of Weston Academy as she stomps her feet.

"Garrgh!" Excited the Silver rank instructor as he leaped to attack.

"Hmmm!" Lorist only humped coldly without taking a step back and pointed his sword towards the gap in his opponent's movements.

The Silver-ranked instructor suddenly changed his maneuver from a stab to a sweep. Lorist's longsword simply tilted and fended off the move.

Clang, clang! The two swords emitted a clear and crisp metallic ringing sound as they crossed. After exchanging ten freaks, the Silver Swordsman retreated to catch his breath, while Lorist's expression looked even sadder as his body swayed unstably.

“Haha, attack! Quick, continue! He's going to collapse! Haha! ”The head of Weston Academy was thrilled to see Lorist in such a state when he waved both his hands in the air with his face flushed red with excitement!

The Silver rank instructor pounced again using a two-handed sword to execute a wide horizontal slash.

Lorist's defense still survived flawlessly. However, each fending off from his left arm grew increasingly weaker.

The Silver-ranked instructor was overjoyed and he gave more energy to his attacks. Clangs! Lorist's longsword had already been thrown and his chest was opened.

The two-handed sword quickly slashed down with Lorist who was already unable to recover his stance to fend off.

"This is my victory …!" Shouted the Silver rank instructor as he heaved a sigh of relief.

"He'll win!" The head of Weston Academy gripped both of his hands tightly.

……

Lorist took a step back …

This was the final duel with an instructor from Saint Marceau Academy and had already lasted for about 15 minutes. During the duel, Lorist experienced a heavy rain of Silver rank instructor attacks without replying and defending without moving much from his place. Everyone present was so focused on the flurry of attacks that they forgot that Lorist was not glued to the ground, including his Silver-ranked opponent.

With one simple step backwards and the two-handed sword barely scratched his clothes and landed on the ground, his left hand which was holding a long sword that was thrown out of the way drew a beautiful arch in the air and lightly tapped the Silver neck of the ranked instructor

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"Lockey's instructor won!" Charade exclaimed at the dueling platform.

It's ticking! The Silver-ranked instructor let his sword fall to the ground and gripped his face with both hands in despair as he immediately cried.

Disappointing boos and words of praise were initially heard from the spectators until slowly applause slowly submerged the entire training hall. This was a form of respect from the audience towards Lorist who had managed to fight to the end without losing despite the injury.

The head of Weston Academy clenched both his hands and stared at the dueling platform, stunned. From high spirits to despair, from heaven to earth. The sudden change in the outcome of the duel had made him unable to accept the reality of the situation. With both of his eyes reddened and the veins on his forehead popping out, he grumbled to himself, "How can this happen .. Why did you retreat …"

The other Saint Marceau Academy's instructor and assistant instructors wanted to appease their academy, but they were unsure how he would react and simply looked at him indifferently.

The Silver ranked instructor on the platform started to feel embarrassed for crying out loud in front of everyone and wiping his face before he left the place without raising his sword. He had no idea that after he got off the platform, chaos erupted behind him. Lorist could no longer hold on and instantly fell unconscious on the ground. Some of the students of Dawn Academy rushed to support him and called out urgently before hurriedly sending him to the medical center.

This scene really shocked the Silver rank challenger. If he did not listen to the academy head's cues and continued to buy time, he would be the winner. Her emotions started to spiral out of control again as she began to cry incessantly.

The head of Weston Academy was also flabbergasted to see Lorist being dragged to such a medical center. Very close, very close! If he did not attack, he would have won! The head of the academy only felt extremely regretful and could not breathe for a moment. Enraged, he suddenly took out his chair and swung it at the other chairs around him, causing those around him to retreat in fear.

Terman instructed the members of the Enforcement Division not to let anyone else into the medical center before going to check on Lorist. As expected, the scenery inside was nothing less than chaos. Lorist pulled the blood-soaked bandage while yelling at Charade for putting a bag of chicken blood mixed with pig urine inside his bandage in an attempt to make his 'wounds' look real. Originally, Lorist did not oppose the idea and agreed to it himself.

While it does have its intended effect, it, the blood of the clumping chicken began to make his body itch and uncomfortable to the point that he could barely resist the urge to scratch himself to relieve the itching. What the audience felt as a pale and painful expression from Lorist was actually him enduring the itching caused by the blood clotting.

Lorist heaved a sigh of relief after scratching his toad when the bandage finally came off. "It's so itchy .. I never knew it was frustrating .. I almost wanted to let my opponent cut the itchy part when I dueled now. ”

Terman carried the basin with warm water and linen cloth, twisting and rubbing the clotting blood from Lorist's body as he said, "It's because the bandage is tied too tight around your body that the blood clot turns into a fine powder when rubbed against your skin . It's amazing you managed to survive for so long in the entire duel.

“And again, your appearance during the latter is very convincing. Had I not known that you were not actually injured, I would have really thought that you would not be able to survive. How do you think about taking a step back at such a time? No one expects you to suddenly flip the table just by backing off like that. ”

Terman absorbed those words for a bit and understood that Lorist was giving him some pointers. He sincerely said, “Thank you. ”

When Charade came to the medical center, everyone had their own cup which was a gift from Academy Head Levins to Lorist for defeating the Saint Marceau Academy which took a huge burden off the back of the academy head. However, the tombs were 'seized' by Terman and the others who intended to obtain a piece of Lorist's harvest while letting him do all the work.

"Good news, good news!" Charade said excitedly.

“What's good news? Let's listen, ” said Terman.

“Didn't Lorist pretend to faint after being declared the winner? It greatly shocked the Saint Marceau Academy Head and caused the last silver-ranked instructor to be crushed and cry on the dueling stage like a child. The head of Weston Academy flipped over and started throwing his chair furiously and finally fainted after coughing up a mouthful of blood and his condition only managed to stabilize after receiving emergency treatment. Academy head Levins then comforted the Weston Academy Chief over his loss while he was in his carriage and even said that he would send invoices for the shattered chairs of his plague to Saint Marceau Academy, that again caused Weston to spit out another mouthful of blood and lose consciousness. I heard that he would need at least half a year to recover from his shock, wasn't that great? ”

"Sad, this is good news for the old fox, but what does this have to do with us?" Terman said, annoyed.

Lorist finished his glass and said to Charade, "I've been here for almost an hour. It's time you sent me back. ”

The group then tied Lorist to a stretcher and dragged him back to his home in the Gold-ranked instructor residential area.

Charade said, “Academy Chief Levins decided that he would call an open duel tomorrow to let the others believe that you are really injured and send some people to discuss with the other academies whether they are willing to delay the duel to another time. Although the academy will definitely reject that proposal, the elder said that we should do that to make your injury more convincing. ”

Lorist closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being dragged back to his house while cursing, "God, you two are really damned foxes who really enjoy planning …"

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“Injury in the back of the head, Instructor Locke wins. Next challenger, please prepare for your turn, ” Charade said on the dueling platform.

For some reason, that special challenger focused his attention only on Lorist's longsword and directed all of his attacks there as if he wanted to break the weapon in half. Lorist deliberately exposed some of his gaps to pass the opponent but the result was still the same. Lorist then threw his sword up and the challenger foolishly turned his head to look for the sword and Lorist slapped the back of his head.

This fellow is really losing too hilariously, Charade thought as he struggled to hold back his laughter while he instructed the members of the Enforcement Division to bring that fellow down from the dueling platform. In a low voice, he said to Lorist, “The next challenger is the Kalia Kingdom Sword Saint disciple, Sandoz Hirda. Be careful, the few challengers in front of him have received orders to continue attacking you nonstop to exhaust your energy. He is also quite fast with his sword .. ”

The young noble youth held a long sword that was wrapped in a sword sheath and rose from the dueling stage. Standing in front of Lorist, he executed an elegant bow and said, "My beloved instructor Locke, I really don't expect that you will be able to continue fighting through all the duels and give this student your chance to face you. It is a shame that the injury you have sustained will not allow you to fully demonstrate your abilities in our duel. ”

Lorist merely waved the long sword in his hand as a gesture for him to stop talking and start the duel quickly.

However, the noble youth continued to stand there and continued. “Locke's structure, the lessons you've given me three years ago have left a very deep impression on my heart. For years, whenever I remembered the lesson you taught me, it caused me to not be able to sleep well. To repay you for the graceful lesson you have taught me, I have been practicing without rest, only to think of it .. ”

"Cough, cough, cough ..." Lorist really could not bear it anymore and kept on beating to stop the young man from continuing his long speech. "Um, your name is ... Hir-whatchamacallit? Oh, Higuita, do you plan to keep going until I can't take it anymore and give up? "

“Sol, for the umpteenth time, his name is Sandoz Hirda. Seriously, can't you even get his name right? ”Tegur Charade from below dueling platform.

The noble youth named Sandoz Hirda's face immediately turned red. Instructor Locke never once considered me a rival and even mispronounced my name .. And to think that I thought that I would be able to put him under pressure and end up embarrassing myself instead …

The shing! Hirda unsheathed his sword and said, “Because it will be like this, then your disciple will not hold back. ”

As he stopped talking, a flash of sword came as fast as lightning.

Lorist focused his gaze and blasted the long sword in his left hand. Clang, clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out nonstop and inside but for a moment, their swords had crossed over 10 times.

Hirda's sword speed was indeed fast, yet he only used punches and jolts and did not actually use sweeping or sweeping movements. While this way of fighting was of course fast, it resulted in a stiff swordplay. From Lorist's dynamic vision, no matter how fast the sword could move, he could discern each attack without fail and fend them off all one by one.

Hirda gave everything and a flash of sword surrounded Lorist's silhouette like a cluster of stars in the night sky.

To the spectators watching the duel, Lorist looked like he was on board a ship sailing amidst the ferocious waves and a single small mistake could easily knock him down and result in his death.

However, to Hirda, Lorist still had a lot of movement to pull because his own lightning strike did not seem to pose much of a threat to Lorist. Every time his strike was about to land, Lorist would move a little and avoid his movements with just a strand of hair.

Hirda's emotional state sank lower. Originally, he believed that his hard-earned training for three years would allow him to easily smear Lorist, but Lorist's abilities were far beyond what he could imagine. His expression turned even colder as he thought, it seems like it is time to use that move. He looked at Lorist with a deathly gaze …

Hirda's steps suddenly changed from a stab to a slash. Lorist moved his hand to fend off the attack and waited for Hirda's next attack in anticipation.

The challenger gave his wrist a jolt and swung his sword bone at Lorist's sword. With a clear metal ring, Hirda's longsword was cut off from its hilt.

Lorist was stunned and thought, why did his sword suddenly come off? Although without a knife, Hirda held the sword hilt up high and jumped towards Lorist.

What was he planning to do now that his sword was gone? While Lorist was still struggling to make sense of the strange action, 'whoosh' could be heard as a small bluish blade shot out from its hilt towards him …

No one could believe what happened even though it was happening right before their eyes. The fact that Hirda's sword hilt had a poisonous blade hidden within it was completely unfathomable.

Lorist immediately retreated. He could see the poisonous blade slowly approaching with his dynamic vision. Taking a deep breath, Lorist tried his best to move his head as the blade darted past an inch of his face, emitting a pungent smell into his nostrils.

Bam! Consumed by anger, Lorist propped himself up and gave Hirda, who was elated at the thought of killing Lorist with a poison knife, a, the savage kick on the chest that sent him flying down from the dueling platform fainted with blood flowing out from his mouth and nose. He then summoned Charade to take out the poison blade that was firmly stuck on the ground of the dueling platform.

Charade said, “Brother, your kick was too cruel. Hirda's sternum was completely shattered and even if he recovered, he would become a cripple who could no longer train his Battle Strength. ”

Lorist's expression remained as cold as ever. “Where is the next challenger? Send him quickly. ”