54 Episode 19. Banquet (9).

Although it is actually eight, Vishkel is known externally as a seven-star knight. There is a gap that can never be overcome with the present truth.

'A duel with a seven-star knight.’

A gin is no different from a windfall.

Win or lose. This is because it is certain to be a duel that has a good influence on one's reputation. In many ways, it was profitable to be at the level of propaganda in other people's eyes.

Also, experiencing the swordsmanship of Ivliano itself is a study. The Jeonju family was a strong man who even admitted to the public opinion, so I wanted to experience it at least once.

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'Margiela Ibliano. That's a funny girl.’

Jean was exactly aware that she was enjoying the situation. Her only purpose is to watch an interesting fight, and all her words are false like justification is false.

Or enjoying putting him in trouble. Either way, I didn't like it very much.

"Sir Vishkeel must be very fond of his sister."

Chin said, reaching out to the guardian knights. A guardian knight politely put a sword in Jin's hand and withdrew.

Whoo-woo-ooh!

As the magic lamp turns out, the sword immediately begins to shine.

"... ...you ask the obvious, Confucius Jean."

"I also care for my sister. So please keep your servants in line from now on."

But to call a six-star fighter, Boubar Gaston, a servant.

The audience felt that Looncandel was indeed a Looncandel.

"Bubar Gaston, who was just beaten, is not a servant, but an attendant. Did he make any mistake?"

Vishkel pretended not to know and demanded an explanation, and as soon as Jin heard the name "Bubar Gaston," his back of his head rang.

It is by no means a common name. His profanity beat him to death without even asking his name. But Bubar Gaston. It was necessary to check.

"Did you just say that the author's name was Bubar Gaston?"

"Yes, he's only here to help my brother, who is physically ill, but he's an artist who doesn't belong to Looncandel's banquet. Whatever happened, I'm sure there was no offense, so I hope Confucius will understand.”

Artist

There was nothing more to check. Bishkel's bring, Bubar, was certain to be the transformator he was looking for.

People in the world do not yet know that the identity of Bubar Gaston is a transformator. Even the special rental of Beacon, which is investigating the transformation crime, has so far failed to find any small clues.

Therefore, Vishkel asked Bubar only for a simple disguise when he came to the banquet hall. He thought he didn't have to use an alias because his name was unknown.

I thought no one would care about Bubar in the first place, so I wondered if I needed a disguise.

It was natural to think so because we were far from aware that Jean was a regression.

'I should have let you make an official introduction earlier. With different faces and places, I never expected him to be Bubar. I wouldn't have finished that much if I knew.’

As soon as he left the storm, he was involved in the assassination of himself, and he was a man who would use his power to create chaos in the world. He also called himself a brother-in-law.

It's better to kill him and use him as compost.

If Bubar had been convinced he had nothing to do with Vishkel Ibliano, Jean would have caught the pod and killed Bubar without even a second's thought.

'Bubar Gaston and Vishkel Iblianora.'

What's the relationship between you two? Does Vishkel know that Bubar is a metamorphosis artist?

The head began to spin rapidly. When Bubar was captured by a special lease in his previous life, the newsletter did not say a single line that Evelyanoga was involved.

Only the fact that it was a single crime by Boubar was emphasized. At that time, I read the article without much thought, but assuming that Vishkel knew the identity of Bubar, it was quite a sense of incompatibility.

But I didn't have much time to think. There is a lot of eyes to see, and the situation where Jin and Vishkel are facing each other continues to flow.

"......good. I beat him up in the name of a duel, so let's pretend there was no mistake."

"Thank you. So we can start now. Nice to meet you, Confucius Jean."

"I'll take a lesson."

The duel began when the guardian knight brought the sword to Bishu.

Jean cleared away all the questions that came to her mind. There is nothing good about revealing changes in behavior after hearing Bubar's name or doubts between the two.

Following the Zipple, we're starting a background check on the Ivliano family. Especially this Vishgel Ibliano."

Chaeng!

You can feel it at the first sum.

'Unlike what is known, it's not seven.’

It was a hunch. Vishkel naturally does not devote all his strength against Jean, but the trajectory of the blade was unusual.

The sword is deep enough to compare with Uncle Jed. I can't explain it in detail, but from the moment I hit the sword, Jin realized that Vishkel was hiding his skills.

Some of the onlookers found out about the fact in their first workshop.

"That guy, he's got a big achievement lately. The movement has deepened."

"By all means, it deserves to be called the hope of the Ivliano family."

The faces of the audience watching the duel between the two were very serious.

It is only a stimulating miss match, but it is a great opportunity to appreciate the swordsmanship of each family, which is played by the pillars of the Yvlianooga and the divinity of the Looncandel.

Shayak!

The blade of Vishu's whip-moving blade brushed Jean's shoulder. It wasn't deep, but the blood spattered on the floor of the duel.

Jin cut his thigh again as he tried to avoid a follow-up hit. The odd trajectory drawn by Vishkel's sword was not an area that the present Qin could understand.

"As expected, Confucius, who has just lost, is beginning to fall behind. I know best that the Ivliano swordsmanship is a shit."

"The gap is too wide. It can't be helped because it's 7 and 5. Hmm, but I think it's great to get some sum...….”

Ivlianoga's swordsmanship is cunning and anomalous. Those who had once suffered from the dirty swordsmanship avoided fighting the Ivliano.

"Well, you don't know. "The Looncandelians shine more when they do this."

If you compare Ibliano's sword to a cunning snake, the black running of Looncandel is like a bull. He never stops beating, even if he breaks his horn.

Luncandel's swordsmanship is specialized in dealing with enemies stronger than he is. However, Luncandel is always in a strong position, so there is not much to bring out all of its efficiency.

Although blood spurts from the thighs and shoulders, Jin's black offensive only takes place. The fewer trajectories devoted to defense, the sharper the senses, and the bolder the choice.

Now Jean is taking another step forward, cutting his chest against Vishkel's sword, and aiming for the nape of his neck.

"Good work, Confucius Jean!"

cried Vishkel, who narrowly escaped Jean's sword. He is dealing with a boy who is far below himself, but his fluff was on the edge of Runkandel's peculiar wild swordmanship.

"Boom."

When the attack, which was carried out with a 20-centimeter cut to the chest, returned to nothing, the camp groaned low. Unlike shoulders and thighs, it is an injury that critically reduces combat power.

It was fortunate that there was no damage to the bones and organs.

'I remember the day I faced the White Rangs.’

There is no answer to dealing with Vishgel as it was then. Looncandel's unique physical ability and tough swordsmanship were no match for him.

We have no choice but to lose.

Jean is feeling heart-rending satisfaction after a long time.

"It's obvious that Vishkel is letting go. But it's also true that I'm somehow fighting him to get a picture.’

That was enough for now.

Eight stars are not the same eight stars, and five stars are not the same five stars are not all the same.

Even if all the five-star cadets in Looncandel were put here, they could not show this big picture against Vishkel. No matter how many times he's letting go.

Even Qin is fighting with two seals of ability.

It's starting to blur my eyes. Strangely enough, I can read Vishkel's next attack.’

I lost too much blood.

Jean slowly decided to make the finale of the duel. It was because the moment it began to darken, I suddenly felt that the mystery of the deep-sea training I had with Luna was being awakened.

Jean's posture changed.

A posture in which the sword is placed vertically in the center of the body with the eyes closed. It's a form that would fit in a ceremony, and people thought Jean was done.

The same was true of Vishkel. He praised Jean inwardly and then overlaid the sword with a thick aneur for the first time. It meant to break Jean's sword and end the duel.

I thought that would be the answer to Jean's tenacity.

"It was a good match, Confucius Jean."

Fa'at!

The last blow went unnoticed. The eight-star knight's blistering sword moved horizontally with Vishkel's body.

"Oh!"

Those who knew that it was the best of Ivliano's many beagies spoke with admiration.

A sword and body advancing as fast as light. It was Vishkel's courtesy to Confucius, the youngest of Looncandel, who fought brilliantly.

Chaeng-ggung!

Almost at the same time as Vishkel unfolded his technique, the sword of Qin standing vertically broke into pieces.

Ivliano's tie, which broke the sword and advanced, stopped just before it reached the neck of Jean. If I hadn't stopped it, I would have cut my throat as it is.

And Jean's standing, like she's unconscious, for about two seconds. He fell to his place.

"The winner is Lord Vishkel!"

As soon as the host announced the results, the waiting medical staff rushed out. The audience looked at their atmosphere with a nervous look, and after a while the medical staff signaled that their lives were safe.

Clap clap clap!

There was a round of applause for the wonderful game. In particular, the fighters were greatly impressed by the last bid of Bishu.

But Vishgel and some extraordinary fighters know that something almost happened just before Jean collapsed.

"Lastly, it was... What the hell was that? While you were fighting with me, did you realize the state of the sword?"

Definitely broke Jean's sword. But at the moment the sword was broken, there was a sense of something sharp going through his chin from bottom to top.

It was a hunching sensation of the consequences of Vishgel's attack being 0.1 second late.

If Jean had reacted only 0.1 seconds faster, she would not have been able to do so. It was clear that the sword standing upright must have pierced his jaw.

And Jean, who's already half unconscious, wouldn't have stopped pitching before she killed her opponent like Vishkel.

Of course, narrowing that 0.1 second gap is the domain of true masters.

'Gin Looncandel. That's a scary guy.’

Maybe it will pose a threat to Kinselo when he starts his big business in earnest.

'I'm glad you're too young to beat the other brothers to become a housekeeper.’

Vishkel thought, wailing with trembling hands.