Lein didn't even use his sparkling white dagger, indicating he was holding back from attacking Sanfort. Realizing that, Sanfort showed an even uglier expression. It was as if this jug boy had the chance to kill him, but he held it in.
"When was the last time I was humiliated like this?" Sanfort stood up with a serious expression. He then picked up the sword hanging from his back. It was white with a beautiful decoration sparkling on the blade. With sunlight falling on his white blade, shooting out a glare that hurts the eyes; gave off a strong impression of sharpness and intimidation.
When the attack happened, Lein had not even put down the large jug hanging from his back. Everyone knows that the large jug is heavy. Even when it was lowered, there was a loud "BUK!" which surprised everyone.
"He dodged the attack just now even while carrying that large jug?!"
"That even seems really heavy!"
Everyone in the lined up and crowd was discussing. Without that large jug, how fast was Lein really? However, most of them actually questioned the contents of the large jug. Does that have anything to do with his speed? What secret is hidden behind it?
On the other hand, Sanfort took a stance with a serious expression. This time, he no longer looked down on Lein. Lein's reaction, speed, and composure, were on a terrifying level. It was even more terrifying considering his young age. What will the future be like for this kid?
The moment after taking a stance, a red fiery aura emerged from Sanfort's sword. It even produced a terrifying burning sound, making anyone who saw and heard it shudder.
"It is a combined sword and magic technique, the Burning Flame Sword!" said one of the gatekeepers observing from afar.
He had seen that technique before, when the barbarian race attacked the Asmovius Kingdom Center. At that time, every barbarian who received Sanfort's attack, they had to feel a terrible burning effect, which besides being very annoying, it also slowly eroded the opponent's life force.
The Burning Flame Sword was perfect when matched with Sanfort's speed. With that perfect combination, the victim must be prepared to accept a lot of scratches and terrible after effects.
Looking at Sanfort, Lein couldn't help but smile bitterly. He looks like he wants to go all out! Lein could imagine what kind of damage he would receive the moment the white blade with a fiery aura touched his skin.
"The only way is to avoid it as much as possible. Even though I have a large amount of HP, who knows about the passive effects of its attacks?"
After lowering his large jug and moving it to the side some distance away from him, Lein began to take a stance. The battle this time would be different from before. The opponent seems to be going all out for this.
In the next instant, the two of them disappeared simultaneously, then appeared simultaneously a few steps forward with each of them displaying powerful attacks.
TENG! The two weapons clashed and produced a high deafening sound. Some of the people watching even naturally covered their ears; trying to lessen the effect of it.
The two of them were forced back several meters, but Lein had to retreat even further from Sanfort. Two long lines also formed on the ground from the footprints of their shoes. However, the difference in size looks like motorcycle and car tires.
"He can even withstand my attack?!" Sanfort was shocked by it. Imagining he could withstand a strike from his sword, it meant that apart from speed, Lein's strength was also terrifying.
Seeing Sanfort's shocked expression, Lein who was in front of him immediately showed a mocking expression as he said, "Eight more moves!"
An ugly expression appeared on Sanfort's face again. This brat really sucks! He knows how to play with the psychology of his opponent.
"A simple attack doesn't seem to have any effect on this brat!"
Sanfort realized that he had gone too light on Lein. If this was a long-term fight, then Lein would be the loser for sure. However, it's only about 10 moves. To that end, Sanfort decided to use some of his ultimate tricks and techniques to defeat Lein in his remaining eight moves.
In the next instant, Sanfort appeared in front of Lein while his white sword made a horizontal attack. The attack aimed at Lein's neck.
Noticing the danger signal, Lein naturally formed a defense with a sparkling dagger. Seeing that, a smile appeared on Sanfort's face. He with a strange motion released his sword in the air and simultaneously took an attacking stance with his feet to strike the opposite side of his sword; form an attack from two sides.
In that surprise attack, Lein had to be prepared to accept either attack willingly. In the end, Lein simply gritted his teeth and received a kick from Sanfort as the white sword applied intense pressure on the opposite side, so the kick from Sanfort felt even more painful. However, he still had to be grateful for managing to keep the white sword from scratching his skin.
TING! [You Received Critical Damage! -670 HP]
Lein staggered in his place. The kick was so powerful that Lein lost his consciousness for a few moments.
However, Sanfort's attacks did not end there. He then spun around, giving Lein an even harder kick in the stomach; causing him to fly several meters and crash into some of the crowd.
"Very easy!" Sanfort caught his white sword before it even hit the ground. He wore a proud expression; gave everyone a deep impression of how strong he was.
The crowd of prospective students who had previously thought about accepting Sanfort's challenge immediately threw those thoughts out of their minds. Looking at the fight just now, even withstanding a single attack from Sanfort was already impossible for them.
Sanfort then kept his sword back on his back and intended to return the silver token to his trouser pocket. He didn't even have the intention to look at Lein's condition. Sanfort wanted to teach him a lesson, not to underestimate knowledge. Nothing is absolutely perfect in the world! Above the sky, there is another sky! No matter how old they are, humans must continue to learn.
However, before Sanfort moved his hand to deposit the silver token, a chilling chill suddenly shot up from his spine.
In the next instant, someone appeared from there, and gave Sanfort a hard punch to Sanfort's left cheek that sent him flying a few meters to the right.
"I'm still holding on, Sir!"