Academy Dropout Is Too Strong

9. Surado (3)

Due to the unexpected result of the dance that was completed in an instant, the hall was instantly enveloped in silence.

‘… … Is that only first-class?’

Cheon You-ha looked at the man standing alone on the training ground and thought.

If the author must be first-rate, then surely the world is wrong.

If there weren’t any tricks, there’s no way a strong guy like that could have stayed in the first class.

Chun You-ha suddenly recalled the look in Choi Kang-jun’s eyes when they first met.

The incomprehensible confidence that he sincerely tried to defeat himself, a super-unmanned man.

She felt like she knew the reason for that confidence, starting from yesterday.

No, I was sure.

‘… … That guy is strong.’

maybe more than me

***

Kwaaang——!! The spear of light and the greatsword pierced and destroyed each other, emitting a roar.

The white-winged angel and the steel warrior collided.

Neither of them seemed to care that this was nothing more than a weapon.

I tried to crush my opponent with all my might. If it had not been for the protective shield surrounding the arena, the aftermath would have devastated the surroundings.

Even the cadets of the 1st class—the celestial way, who were considered to be at the forefront of the leadership, just stared blankly at the scene.

There was an insurmountable gap between them.

“Senior, I’m not pushed by the professor at all.”

“I know.”

“Some people call this generation the Golden Riders, but maybe that’s right.”

“Perhaps.”

“Contrary to rumors, the angels in Class 2 are still alive and well, and the other high-ranking cadets are also complying.”

“That is good news.”

In response to the insincere reply that had already been repeated several times, the throne suddenly turned its head.

Taking her eyes off the fierce battle right in front of her was obviously a pity as a warrior, but her true duty was to serve as an assistant.

As always, he seems to be observing the class with a smile on his face, but it would be more right to pay attention to the vice-president, who is strangely looking elsewhere.

“… … Did something happen in Surado while I was away?”

At his words, vice-president Lee Chung looked at the throne with a smile on his face. For some reason, it was a more lively smile than usual.

“What happened? not there was I saw something very interesting.”

“Was the small religious leader of the Protestant Church, Mu-ryong really that great? Than the senior in front of you right now?”

The throne was incredible.

Leading professors are masters in each field who have reached the minimum hwagyeong or the 7th circle.

Among them, Archangel Ariella, the professor in charge of Class 1 – the Heavenly Way, who is ranked at the top.

Could it be that the minor master of the Heavenly Demon Church was more powerful than the chief who was fighting that monster on equal footing?

Lee Qing immediately denied it.

“That should be an exception. Maybe you’re stronger than me I just found someone I like.”

“… … Didn’t you mean the minor schoolmaster?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“You must have found another gemstone.”

“Ugh. Rather, it must have been a stone that only I wanted to throw.”

“What kind of person are you?”

Lee Chung smiled like a naughty boy and moved his gaze to the ceiling.

My eyes were dazzled by the lights that filled the ceiling.

She gazed at it with her hands covered and muttered quietly.

“The only person I want to raise.”

***

[Surado – Basic Combat Guidance]

The sword dance stopped for a while because one of the monks of Shaolin Temple smashed the training ground with their heads and feet.

However, the ‘Mechanism’ lecture, which monopolized the entire morning of Monday and Tuesday, did not end as it was.

Maybe take a 5 minute break? An assistant at the Faculty of Shamanism, who was working at a nearby school, was dispatched and repaired the training ground in an instant, and classes resumed soon after.

“Ramgak!”

“Luxury in the luxury district!”

Quaang! bang! They collide freely with their own bodies and the visions that have come down to their families.

Unlike me, most of the other cadets were close to each other, so long, fierce fights were mainly developed.

Fists and fists, fists and swords, all sorts of weapons and secret methods passed down in my family were randomly mixed.

Even so, it was extremely rare for a sharp weapon with lethal power to fight in its own way with bare fists. Of course, there were exceptions everywhere.

-Come on, shoot! Shoot as much as you want!

-Mi, crazy b*tch!

With the exception of those exceptions—the arrow evasion stunt show by young schoolmaster Cheon Yu-ha and elf Eleanor, the dance was performed within a moderately common sense line.

The level was indeed excellent, befitting those who were called ‘Golden Riders’.

Unlike me, who has extremely high skills and poor body, they are well-balanced prospects.

They might be weak compared to the top cadets, but it was certain that they were heroes who would lead the world.

‘And I beat Iljin, who is at the top of the list.’

I’ll admit that it’s honestly a stupid idea.

It’s been years since I’ve been earning my meals with my fists, and no matter how badly I can’t use both arms, losing to a 17-year-old boy with limited internal skills is embarrassing.

However, the fact that he won even with his current state of dog sh*t was important.

As time passed, I was confident that I would become stronger.

‘… … The damned man’s inner workings.’

Except for the empty Danjeon right now, that was the case.

“what? Are you saying today’s class is already over?!”

“That’s right, I only have one of these today.”

“… … I finish at 6pm.”

“There’s nothing I can say other than cheer up.”

“Thank you, that is enough.”

After class, she briefly chatted and ate lunch with Chun Yu-ha, who had started to get closer to her, and then headed straight to the training hall—the practice room.

As soon as the battle review was over, there was nothing more to think about.

What was needed right away was to replenish the damn internal energy that always held back his ankles.

I stretched out in a lotus position on top of the handstand drawn in the center of the practice room.

Daejucheon (大周天).

The qi circulated greatly throughout the body. The wastes accumulated in the bloodstream during the night were cleaned out. For a first-class person, he has clean blood and pure energy.

Yesterday I thought this was enough.

The speed at which my energy builds up is faster than I initially worried about.

But today, the narrow blood flow and slow circulation speed unique to first-class fighters, and the amount of internal air the size of a rat’s tail, made me feel frustrated again.

Of course I knew why.

‘… … It was breathtaking.’

I miscalculated the gap between my future state and my current physical condition.

After only using the basic application technique a few times, his inner strength was exhausted.

This is what I felt since yesterday when I used Geongondaenai, but my body unexpectedly followed the technique, but my energy couldn’t stand it at all.

The commonly referred to as heart and body is distorted.

‘… … Are my expectations just too high?’

It’s true that you shouldn’t expect a lot with a first-class body in the first place.

Now I was feeling impatience.

I was terrified for nothing as I remembered the old days when I had lost my chance in vain.

My heart was shaking with the greed that I would not fall this time.

climax. In the 21st century, it is the criterion for distinguishing between fake and real unmanned people, and a level that I could not reach as a child in my previous life.

Because I had to reach the level I reached in my mid-twenties in just half a year.

The me then and the me now were definitely different, but it was unreasonable for me to fill in my 10 years of experience in a total of 4 months until the end of June when this semester ends.

At least naturally, it was impossible.

Just because you had a high level in your previous life, you couldn’t copy your inner skills.

Unless it was connected to the heavenly spirit by immediately opening the Sangdanjeon, an elixir was needed unconditionally.

… … Earthly dungeons, strange objects, the school-made demonic world, and various scholarship benefits.

I recalled in my head as many ways and places as possible to increase my inner energy that I had heard about in my previous life.

But all of them were far enough away that I had to miss class, or places that were difficult to penetrate by myself.

FYI, in this damn school, if you get an F in any lecture, you will be expelled.

“… … Damn it, it’s cramped.”

Where do you think you won’t get a free elixir?

With such vain expectations, he took classes and went to work at the workshop over and over again.

“If you are a warrior, shouldn’t you use your body! Hit me anytime!”

Cheon You-ha, whose entire timetable was filled with lectures, wanted to engage in sparring even in the evening after class.

But I postponed it on the pretext that my arm was still not healed. Instead, he vaguely promised to fight to his heart’s content when he was cured later.

In addition, I took all the theory classes in my previous life, and there was no actual class that started properly except for the ‘Mechanism Theory’ on the coming Monday and Tuesday.

As a result, there were fewer places to pay attention to, so I focused more on betting training.

Time passed quickly and it was Friday.

It was also the day when the cast was finally removed because the bones in his arm were all attached.

I sat cross-legged, feeling a sense of liberation and a feeling that Chun Yu-ha would soon be annoyed.

Liberal Culture──[ Meditation ]

Friday from 2pm to 6pm.

It was just about four hours of luck in the practice room as usual.

It was a lecture that was inserted in order to accumulate a little bit of credit without interfering with the daily practice time.

‘I just practiced really foolishly.’

I know there was no other way in my previous life, but it was a foolish thing to do.

Well, it’s just more regrettable that it’s still like that now.

He let out a sigh and turned his energy to the blood vessels throughout his body. The process was repeated for a very long time.

How many times have you achieved the Great Jucheon?

When I woke up, it was 8:00 PM.

The professor in charge of the lecture and the other cadets had already left the seniority room.

I stumbled to my feet and left the training room, warming up from being in the same position.

Thanks to fortune telling, the body is fresh, but the state is subtly tired mentally.

As soon as I got home, I stretched out my body and walked down the dark road.

Deuk-deuk-deuk-!

I walked here and there, looking around sparsely while loosening my stiff neck.

It’s late on the wide boulevard, but you might run into someone else.

Knock-knock-.

Was it worthwhile not to let go of my mind?

I realized that someone was standing under the flickering lights that were about to go out.

“… … .”

After confirming the figure, I straightened my body and exhaled calmly.

Even so, the narrow stride and slow steps were maintained.

He gazed straight ahead.

Terrible-… Terrible-…

That’s why the moment the light was turned off momentarily.

“Snake killing.”

When the assailant threw a dagger at me, I was able to react in time.

“——Sipalam!”

Sarak-! Even then, a few strands of hair were cut.

Suddenly, his cheeks tingled.

When I touched it, it was a cut that didn’t even bleed properly, but it was clear that it was scratched by a blade.

“… … Have you ever seen such a madman?”

Feeling devastated, I glared at the mentally ill guy wielding a knife on campus.

No matter how crazy the school is for fighting, Seondo did not recommend fighting by skipping the entire process.

We welcome the military service that has been formally requested, but we absolutely do not tolerate such an ambush.

expulsion immediately.

But why the hell was that guy aiming at me?

Was it that she was attacked because she was thought of as a group of Demonic Cults because of her recent trip with Cheon Yu-ha?

Or an attack by some group that felt something strange about my martial arts?

If that’s not the case… … .

The thoughts in my head did not last long. Because the monster in the dark opened his mouth first. I glared at the familiar face.

“Yeah, it’s stronger than expected. Still, Myso was looking at me that way. I am sick now.”

A classmate from the same Class 3—Tadano Ansassha, ranked 15th in the Combat Division, shrugged and said.

It was painful to see blood dripping from his mouth while holding onto his side, probably because his left rib was broken, but he wasn’t particularly upset.

‘Oh, that bastard swung a knife. Are fists and blades the same? I had to blow out the thrush.’

No, it’s still not too late. A mad dog must be dealt with with fists.

While he was unbending his fists with the intention of seriously clenching them, the assassin suddenly tilted his head and asked,

“Oh, did you not hear?”

“… … I can’t hear you, you idiot.”

“Eh, you mean you don’t know even though I’ve been hitting commercials all day since last night? I don’t know where or what you did.”

Tadano Ansassha smirked with snake-like narrow eyes and a pale face.

The current assassin and advance guard, who will later become the commander of the special task force under the direct control of the general, said this.

“War.”

A common pride fight between your Korea and our kingdom.

It’s the Korean-Japanese War.

“… … Uhm?”

I had no idea.