Watching countless applicants drop out in the previous 60 test, Lucas unknowingly swallowed his dry saliva.
gulp!
'Can I face that monster?'
He think about it will stepping in the test arena, from his point of view Roman was a monster.
To him there was no other way to express it other than these words.
Just by looking at Roman, his heart felt like it was under great pressure, and cold sweat was forming on his forehead.
Although he was not hyperhidrosis, Lucas palms were wet with sweat. ( Translater note - hypertension mean like sweating non stop )
Lucas, who was aware of how dangerous Roman's was from the beginning, did not smile as cheerfully as the other applicants when they faced Roman.
In the battlefield, where even the slightest carelessness could lead to death, Lucas' six senses always saved his life.
It was the same this time for him.
Instinct told him that the opponent was a monster that he couldn't handle, and based on his past experience, it was best to avoid a situation like this one.
A battle in which defeat is evident.
If he passed the exam, he had to work for only 8 silver, but he couldn't afford to turn it down.
'It's the first time in my life that I feel this way. I have witnessed Rankers while moving around the battlefield, but there is no one who has put such pressure on me purely with his presence alone, apart from the overwhelming force. Roman Dmitry is completely different from what I remember, he is not a person who will rot on the outskirts, but it is clear that one day he will spread his wings and spread out his wings all over the continent.'
[ Lucas a B-class mercenary.
People say he will get more stronger in future, but Lucas knew grade B is the limit for him.
If ordinary people risk their lives and work hard, they can get B-class qualifications, but unless they use mana, they will never reach A-class realm.
It is impossible to overcome the limit and become A-class with mere battlefield experience.
They must have strong force to overwhelm others, and the basic condition for that was the flowing of mana through the body.
Lucas had reached his limit.
As he passed the risk of dying in the battlefield, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he had now reached the limit.
Lucas came to Dmitry.
It was a desperate choice.
Lucas was at a crossroads of choice, and while he was longing for a break, he saw an article that Roman was recruiting enlisted men. ]
Roman said. " If you follow me, I will let you live your life as a predator. " And at that moment he can't rationally understand why he gave up on the comfortable life of a B-class mercenary and came here to followed Roman, but for now, he want to believe what Roman says. only one year. Let's check whether Roman's words are true or not after one year.
Lucas clenched his fist
He went up at the stage, looked at Roman, and grabbed the sword he had prepared separately.
'For now on, passing the exam is his first priority.'
" start "
Start signal dropped.
At the same time.
Lucas kicked the ground and quickly advances toward Roman.
Watching a giant man go out without a hitch, everyone thought it was a very risky choice.
It was natural.
In these test match, It a win to them, if the fight lasts for one minute.
But, rushing to the front with the intent to strike first was no different from sticking out the head towards the opponent's sword.
However.
Lucas had a different idea.
'The moment I delay even a little, I can't stand Roman's attack. In order for me to survive the one-minute time period, I must take the initiative in the attack. That's the only way to win this fight.'
It was an instinctive decision.
Hesitation on the battlefield was directly calling death, and Lucas aimed at Roman's head and heart at the same time without hesitation.
hook!
Lucas' weapon was unique.
A slightly shorter sword was used in his right hand, and a dagger was held in the other left hand.
Both were made of wood.
Roman offered different type of wooden weapon at the request of the volunteer, and it was not the first to have a case like Lucas.
but.
The style of attack was unique.
Roman's head and heart.
While aiming to cut of his head with his sword, he pierced his dagger toward the opponent heart.
swish.
percussion!
[ Roman's movements were simple.
While avoiding the dagger by taking a step back, he slashed the opponent's sword with the wooden sword he was holding.
Then Lucas quickly clinged to it.
While changing the direction of the sword, he swung it as if he was going to cut off his neck, and threw the dagger in his other hand towards Roman's mite.
It was very unique fighting style.
There was never a single ranged attack, but Roman swung his sword this time to block all attacks.
Normally, loophole would be exposed if you fight without a break, but Roman was like a strong iron fortress. ]
Lucas was out of breath.
He wanted to step back in case if the opponent's attack, but he couldn't right now.
'Anyway, my opponent has no intention of killing me. Even if I have to sacrifice my body I have to make sure opponent didn't take the initiative to attack. Only 40 seconds. I just have to hold on until then, and after that, it will be over.'
Pulling out one more dagger that was hunging from his waist, he pushed the opponent back with a two-way attack.
Moment after
Roman laughed.
'It was pretty good way.'
An attack that ignores his life is not a good choice on the battlefield, but Lucas seemed to have made a judgment worthy of the match.
A man with an instinctive sense.
These sorts were very useful on the battlefield.
Perhaps Lucas would pass the test with a high probability, but he didn't intend to let him hold out for a minute.
1 minute.
It was a wall.
To make sure them to fill how great was there master who will they follow in the future.
By making a sure imprint on the first meeting, Roman sought to gain the blind trust of the applicants.
'Let's finish this.'
hook!
tap.
It was in a instant.
After letting the opponent's attack flow, Roman's combo attack broke Lucas' defense.
With Lucas' face stained with astonishment, people thought the game was over.
That was then.
Lucas evaded the attack by throwing himself to the ground, and before he knew it, he sprinkled the prepared sand on Roman's face.
Wrath!
that's.
It was an obvious foul.
this fight.
There were no special rules.
Roman only told him to hold on for a minute, and Lucas did everything he could.
'This is a win-lose battle. I have to do everything to win this fight.'
He avoided Roman attack by his lucky decision.
Considering the length of the opponent's weapon, he fell to the ground first, and fortunately was able to dodge the attack with only a short interval of time.
After that, he immediately sprinkled the sand he had brought in his pocket.
He thought that he could never win under the same conditions, so he thought he would temporarily obstruct Roman's view.
Wrath!
As soon as he rolled on the floor, Lucas jumped up from the hazy dust and ran like a bull.
counterattack.
From now on, it was time for him to seize the momentum.
By the way.
Lucas, who was about to reach Roman's nose and wield his sword, looked up at him and his face became pale.
Ugh?!
Roman.
He was looking at Lucas.
His brain was intricately entangled.
Lucas, thinking that Roman might have avoided the sand, felt speechless at that moment he saw the sand in Roman's eyes.
Roman was hit by the sand.
The anomalous operation worked out successfully, but Roman did not close his eyes despite the stinging impact of hitting his eyes and looked at the opponent clearly.
red-hot eyes.
Roman, who should have closed his eyes and complained of pain in common sense, waited for Lucas to rush to him.
At that moment.
" I surrender."
Lucas threw away his sword.
Raising both his hands, he announced that he had no intention of fighting any more.
quick abandonment.
It was also his experience on the battlefield.
Roman knew.
Even though he knew his hand were in his pocket, Roman wanted to show his opponent what he was capable of.
And allowed the sand to hit his eye
Despite the stinging shock, he looked straight at Lucas without closing his eyes.
'Don't take your eyes off your opponent. These are the teachings I had learned from the bottom of the dark cave in the Moorim.'
He recalled his past before the teaching of martial arts in earnest there is the first thing to train was to not close your eyes.
After all, uninhabited people are people.
Death may come at a blink of an eye, so the instructor, who was like a demon, told me not to close my eyes under any circumstances.
A single blink can cost a his life in the battlefield.
As if there was a sequence of exhaling breaths, even the blinking of the eyes was performed under meticulous calculations.
Moorim method was very cruel.
It was basic to sprinkle sand in the eye and stand near a dagger which is all most touching they're eye, at the training in the Moorim.
Sometimes accidents have occurred.
A trainee with a dagger in his eye screamed and knelt on the floor, and blood dripped from his face with his head down.
Even so, the people who were being educated did not turn their attention to him.
Blood and screams were just like everyday life in the world where strong pray on weak, and knowing that the cost of the trainee's slight cringing was directly related to the accident, he clenched his teeth and struggled not to move.
Heaven had him these way.
He don't know how much blood Lucas saw, but he can assure him, the blood that Baek Joong-hyeok witnessed will over flow an ocean.
" I surrender."
Lucas showed the white flag.
He threw away his sword and declared that he had no intention of fighting.
The test is over.
But Lucas and the other volunteers watching thought that Lucas would be punished.
'If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have used sand.'
Lucas' plan was different.
He tried to get the result of 'pass' based on the result of holding on for one minute regardless of any means or method.
But at the end he surrendered.
He knew how ugly this was.
The class, sometimes called warriors, did not surrender, even if their necks were blown away.
Unlike others.
Lucas was a realist.
Thinking that his plan had completely failed, he was momentarily overwhelmed by his opponent and said he will surrender.
'I must have disappointed you. No, I probably didn't even expect it in the first place.'
He swallowed his saliva and awaited for his punishment.
Lucas thought that his greed had ruined the situation, but he would have made the same decision if he could turn back time.
He was such a person.
The front line in blood.
In order to survive in such a place, he lived unaware of shame.
By the way.
next.
Moment.
Lucas looked up at Roman in bewilderment.
Roman didn't get angry, but he didn't even ask why he committed the foul and said next.
It meant acquiescence.
Your choice was not wrong, and I expressed it with one word and there is no reason me to reproach you.
A B-class mercenary who has experienced everything before and after his birth.
Even Lucas.
He couldn't hide his bewildered expression for now