Chapter 517
Chapter 517
For a moment, Yi-Han's momentum was so fierce that one could think that way.
However, Phil soon came to his senses and noticed the sense of incongruity.
"No. That's not anger! It's completely different...!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi-Han finished off all the ice castle spirits that had clung to him and began a counterattack.
The ice castle spirits rushing from behind seemed to be tense due to Yi-Han's power they had just witnessed, so they quickly formed a formation and tried to block his approach.
Long ice spears stretched out, blocking the way like a dense thicket.
The spears were not simply spears made of ice, but magic spears that emitted cold air, making it impossible to approach the surroundings.
"What are you going to do?"
Yi-Han asked Anpursas.
He shouldn't recklessly approach an opponent who had hardened their defensive stance like a hedgehog.
He had to disrupt the opponent with various strategies and then attack.
Although Anpursas was a noisy and annoying demon, it was true that he was an outstanding and seasoned warrior.
Honestly, Yi-Han was curious about how Anpursas would solve that.
Kwajik!
"..."
Anpursas, like an outstanding and seasoned warrior, charged straight ahead.
He pulled out aura and cut through the ice spears several times to create an opening, then jumped through it and engaged in a fierce close combat.
At first, the ice castle spirits held out, but they couldn't withstand Anpursas' momentum as he clung close and rampaged while swinging aura, and eventually they were disrupted.
'This guy. I should never call him out of the bracelet again...'
Yi-Han was dumbfounded by Anpursas' crude tactics.
To waste like that, saying it's not his mana or his body!
No wonder he was a demon.
Poof!
As the glowing Morning Star grazed, half of the ice castle spirit's form was blown away.
It was not simply the power of aura, but the mana absorption of the Morning Star that sucked away the strength of the ice castle spirit.
Seeing that, Yi-Han suddenly had a question.
"Wait. How did you coat the Morning Star with aura?"
Anpursas didn't answer.
He only muttered as if possessed.
-Give me the next enemy, and the next enemy, more enemies!-
"..."
Yi-Han vowed once again that he would never call Anpursas again and confirmed it himself.
Looking closely, the glowing aura on the Morning Star was not stable and kept flickering and forming anew.
Realizing the truth, Yi-Han was dumbfounded.
'No way...!'
The Morning Star was a sword that absorbed mana.
Naturally, it also absorbed aura, the essence of mana.
However, Anpursas kept blowing mana into the rapidly absorbing aura.
It was a simple and crude logic that if the mana input was greater than the mana disappearing, the aura would be maintained.
Seeing that, Yi-Han thought.
'I should do that later too.'
Although Anpursas was a crazy demon, he was an outstanding warrior.
***
Kwang!
Already, the number of ice castle spirits had been reduced by more than half.
Yi-Han's body shot out like a shell and charged like lightning. Icicles thrown by the ice castle spirits were brutally stuck in the spot where Yi-Han had been a moment ago.
With the sound of tearing the air, an icicle flew in the opposite direction. Yi-Han, who had grabbed one of the flying icicles, threw it back and blew away three ice castle spirits.
"What?!"
Balfatan of the Moradi family, a 3rd-year student, was clashing swords with a penguin swordsman when he was startled by the scene unfolding next to him.
Not only within Einroguard but also in the north, it was not easy to see a swordsman of that level.
Chiik-
As an ice castle spirit tried to block the attack with a thick shield, the aura suddenly flared up and exploded. The ice castle spirits were swept away with the shock wave.
It was an incredibly difficult task to simply create the form of aura, but that swordsman was showing all kinds of techniques with a completed aura.
It was something that only swordsmen who had reached the realm could do.
Kwadeuk!
The swordsmanship also captivated Balfatan's gaze.
If aura was a blooming flower, swordsmanship was like the stem and roots supporting it.
As a swordsman, he couldn't help but recognize the value of that swordsmanship.
The violent and tyrannical swordsmanship that pressured all directions was completely crushing and shattering the ice castle spirits.
"Was there such a guy?"
"What kind of guy is he?"
"A 1st-year... wasn't he? Just now, a 1st-year..."
"You must have seen wrong. Or the principal's subordinate disguised as a 1st-year."
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