30: I'm actually not very good at long-range magic

Chapter 30: I'm Actually Not Very Good at Long-Range Magic

Among the many male onlookers, Jack was one of them. With just one glance, he knew he was in love.

Jack had always been emotionally detached, with only the sword in his heart, but looking at Alice from afar, he actually became lost in thought on the spot.

It turned out he wasn't emotionally detached, but rather hadn't met the stunning Alice.

But soon, Dick appeared beside Alice at an inconvenient time and spoke to her.

"So, it's the second young lady of the Bison Family. The rumors are true... She truly lives up to being the empire's most beautiful girl, no, she should be the world's most beautiful!"

Jack's face showed fanaticism, desire lingering in his eyes. In his opinion, Alice was his perfect match, and no one could take her.

There's one more reason to become a special recruitment student for swordsmanship!

Looking at Dick, who was closely following beside Alice, Jack clenched his fists, and jealousy made his face contorted.

He had long heard about Dick's deeds. He was also a prominent talent, favored by Alice and taken as a personal attendant.

Damn it, if only the person favored by Alice was him! A coward like Dick should be Duke Stu's male favorite!

But it doesn't matter. Although the start isn't right, the one who laughs last will definitely be him. Dick will soon be out of the picture.

The assessment began, and the dozens of arenas in the training ground quickly became lively.

The people invested in by the great nobles were all hot favorites to win. Their battles were the most exciting, and the number of spectators was also the largest.

Many noble students also came to the training ground. After all, Swordsman battles were the most likely to draw blood and were very exciting.

In the first match, Dick encountered a powerful Berserker.

That was a sturdy man with a broad back and thick waist named Hannibal. He was already over twenty years old and had participated in the assessment for four consecutive years but had failed each time.

He was sponsored by a minor baron who had no power, influence, or money, but relying on his solid strength, Hannibal was able to break into the top ten every time.

Although his strength met the requirements, he had no background, so Hannibal wasn't a hot favorite to win, but merely a troublesome obstacle.

Dick walked onto the arena. Although his build wasn't weak, compared to Hannibal, he was like a bean sprout.

"Haha, my luck is really good. It's an unknown kid..."

Hannibal licked his lips, and an ugly face revealed a malicious grin. He then slowly took down the hundreds of pounds heavy greatsword from his back.

"Dick, be careful. This guy hits very hard. He even killed someone in the arena last year!"

Below the arena, Alice was worried. After all, Hannibal's reputation was very poor, even extremely bad.

Nobles have always been indifferent to the lives of commoners, so there are no restrictions in the assessment, and deaths often occur!

Hearing this, Dick glanced at Hannibal's identity information, nodded lightly, and his expression remained calm.

"Name": Hannibal Adida.

"Race": Human, Male.

"Age": 25 years old.

"Profession": Swordsman, Level 18.

"Talent": Blood-Fueled Fearlessness (Elementary).

"Recent Encounter": Spent a large sum of money in the black market to purchase a bottle of potent magic potion, planning to stake everything on this year's special recruitment assessment.

Oh, he's actually a Berserker who uses potions. That's a bit dangerous.

Blood-Fueled Fearlessness is a talent that can temporarily boost combat power. It has a strong aftereffect, and after the duration passes, one falls into a period of weakness.

Ding-a-ling—

The battle bell rang, and the fight began!

"Kid, I really don't want to see Miss Alice crying over your corpse. Why don't you just surrender..."

Before Hannibal could finish his provocative words, a giant sword condensed from magic power shot out from under his feet, and the sharp sword energy easily tore through his leg armor.

The magical greatsword was still rising upwards.

Hannibal wanted to dodge, but his body was restrained in place, and he was quickly split directly into two halves.

The magical greatsword was dozens of meters tall, reaching straight up to the training ground's ceiling.

Such a powerful swordsmanship directly destroyed the entire arena, and Dick's casting time was actually less than a second.

Everyone around was gaping, their eyes wide, utterly shocked.

People on the nearby arenas even forgot to fight, and like the spectators, they stared blankly at this exaggerated greatsword.

The silence lasted for over ten seconds until Dick walked up to the referee and reminded him, "Aren't you going to decide the winner?"

"Uh, oh... Th-this round, Dick Grudia of the Bison Family wins!"

Only then did the area around the arena begin to boil with excitement. Everyone was amazed by the terrifying swordsmanship and even more surprised by Dick's ruthless execution.

Before leaving the arena, Dick glanced at Hannibal, who had been split in two by the greatsword, and shook his head.

Once you're in the arena and the battle bell rings, it means a life-or-death struggle. You actually had time to talk nonsense. You deserved to die...

"Di-Dick, are you... are you okay? Do you need a magic potion to restore your mana?"

Alice held a porcelain bottle and came to Dick's side, the shock on her face not having disappeared.

She had thought Dick would powerfully suppress and kill Hannibal, but she didn't expect it to be an instant kill.

Thanks to the Mage talents "Overcharge Mana Recovery" and "Casting Return," Dick's mana consumption wasn't actually that much.

However, to be safe, Dick still took the magic potion Alice handed him and drank it in one gulp.

On an arena in the distance, Jack also defeated his opponent.

Unlike the powerful Hannibal, due to Duke Stu's underhanded manipulation, his opponent was very weak.

Jack wasn't immersed in the joy of victory but looked solemnly at the magical greatsword that reached the ceiling.

Was that a sword?

No, looking from afar, it was like a small mountain condensed from magic power, and its sharpness made people tremble with fear.

"This guy is actually a Magic Swordsman... But what school of swordsmanship does this belong to? High damage and instant cast..."

Having witnessed such swordsmanship, Jack no longer dared to underestimate Dick and quickly simulated a battle with Dick in his mind.

Magic Swordsmen generally use long-range magical swordsmanship as their main attack method, like a Mage holding a sword, with low defense.

As long as he could get close to Dick, no, just enter within ten steps, that would be his strong domain!

Ancient God Mind Flow is a close-range swordsmanship. If cultivated to its peak.

One for one outside of ten steps, within ten steps, I am invincible!

At the same time, Dick looked at the gradually dissolving magical greatsword, his face showing worry, and sighed softly.

"Dick, what's wrong? You rarely sigh..." Alice asked, somewhat puzzled.

In her opinion, Dick always had a poker face, expressionless, at most showing various disdainful sneers.

"After all, I'm not very good at long-range magic. I need to focus on strengthening it later!"

Hearing this, Alice's mouth twitched violently. Looking at the arena destroyed by the magical greatsword, she couldn't help but retort:

"You call this not being good at it? Hannibal was a formidable guy too, and wasn't he instantly killed by your long-range magical swordsmanship..."

Dick was still a bit worried and said seriously, "If this Hannibal had been vigilant earlier, I might not have been able to instantly kill him within one second."

"Then how long would it take?"

"At least two seconds."

"..."

Alice was completely speechless by Dick. Wasn't two seconds also an overwhelming instant kill?

There's no Magic Swordsman in the Academy who can do what Dick did!

"You are too modest. Dick should be more confident. You are definitely the strongest Magic Swordsman I have ever seen..."

Dick didn't continue speaking. He knew that with Alice's experience, perspective, and common sense, many things couldn't be explained clearly.

In the eyes of ultimate powerhouses, a one-second difference is like the distance between clouds and mud, enough time to turn the tide of battle!