After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

  Chapter 219 The Deception of Young Ira

   "The file is here...cough cough cough..."

For Tutor Chiara, who was coughing lightly and put the parchment in her hand, Sevilla frowned and took it. She asked her tutor very concerned, and said, "Teacher, about the duel with Ira... "

For Sevilla who asked this question, Chiara obviously had no interest in talking to her, she turned and left while coughing, and said: "In your capacity, ahem... I should be called Ira's senior .”

"If you want to know something, then the files in your hand have records. The most important thing you should do is to read and learn... Don't try to let others give you the answer, Sevilla, or I will wake you up .”

   "..."

  Looking at Chiara who walked out of the room, Sevilla didn't care about the obviously unfriendly attitude, because she knew that Chiara's great mentor treated everyone like this...except for Ira...Ira's senior.

  At this moment, the duel file in Sevilla's hand records all the duel materials and procedures of the previous class of students. There are different bookmarks on it, which separate the different duel records of each student.

And this very thick parchment book in his hand, the bookmark with [Ira (Ira)] is inserted in the center of the whole book... In other words, the duel record of senior Ira alone is better than other people's duel records. Nine hundred and ninety-nine students add up to more.

   Isn't it too full of martial arts? Doesn't that mean making enemies everywhere? But I always feel that Senior Ira is quite popular.

  Thinking about this, Sevilla turned over the first page of the duel...It seems that many students have borrowed the records of the duel, which are densely covered with notes and handwriting.

   Turned around a little... It seems that there are no records behind.

   That is to say, Ira's files have always been sought after.

  【Language, deception, inequalities with information, use in duels. 】

  Severia saw the tip of Ira's first duel, and the reminder marked in bold by others, she was stunned for a moment... Realizing that what she needed to watch might be this duel.

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   "The duel has begun. Next, I will use [Pure White Rapid Blade] to pierce your heart within ten seconds... This is my notice."

  The little-known Ira said so, and standing on the same duel field with him now is De Fonte Caligula, a son of the Duke of the Empire Caligula.

   is a very talented mage.

  Ira's announcement only aroused his sneer, he never thought that Ira could defeat him, and even today Ira's ability to come to the appointment on time was beyond his expectation.

  However, it is just self-inflicted humiliation.

   "DeVont! DeVont! DeVont!"

   "DeVont! DeVont!"

The surrounding students were all cheering for this mage boy named De Fonte, while he smiled and said proudly: "Then, I will trample you under my feet and force you to lick your mouth." Clean the soles of my shoes."

   This is a life-and-death duel, but De Fonte only thinks about humiliating the opponent after winning, and every time Ira thinks about killing the opponent as soon as possible... From this point of view, he has already fallen into a disadvantage.

  In fact, the duel started long ago, but Ira used the [declaration] to delay the time so that the other party did not get nervous immediately, and De Fonte also cooperated very well. He even had the leisure to take his left hand off the staff,

  De Fonte was carelessly arranging his hair, while showing a sneer, and said: "I'm really a commoner who can't control himself, even if I let you lick it..."

  In fact, the Alcaras family is not considered a noble, but it is not considered a commoner either. These words are undoubtedly humiliating Iraq, but Iraq does not care... There is no need to care.

  Because while DeVont was talking about having fun…

"Blood!"

   Accompanied by a yell, Ira, like a ghost, instantly came to the young mage named De Fonte, and in the astonished expression of the other party, instantly slashed across the other party's wrist, which instantly retreated.

  De Fonte's right hand holding the staff was cut off instantly by Ira.

  Here, Ira used a conspiratorial trick... a spell called [Pure White Swift Blade], and the chanting is [The wind in the forest, rushing like water under the wind, cutting like waves on the water; ] It’s such a short chant.

  When De Fonte was told that Ira was going to use the Pure White Blade, he had an idea in his mind...Ira was about to chant [Xu Yu], he thought so.

  If Ira said something homonymous, such as words such as [Maybe (Xu)], [Xu (Xu) Dao], then he would be alert in an instant.

  However, Yila’s self-created spell [Pure White Swift Blade·Blood], at the cost of more hip-stretching strength, longer original code, and the need to consume her own blood, in exchange for a very easy to hide and short chant.

  In order to declare itself, hide the chant of [Pure White Swift Blade], and then just use a sentence of [Blood] as the release language... This is information that can be known as long as you know a little about Ira.

   In other words, DeVont was killed by his own arrogance.

   "Shua!"

  Accompanied by the sound of cutting, a hand flew high into the sky, blood splattered, showing De Fonte's unbelievable expression, as well as the indescribable fear and timidity.

  Ira, this guy, is really going to kill me? ! How dare he? !

  While thinking this way, De Fonte urgently protected his heart and leaned back. With a very quick movement, he began to chant the chant of the spell shield: "With the barrier of despair, create..."

   It has to be admitted that although De Fonte's character is extremely bad, his spell skills are very good. He chanted the spell of the shield at a very fast speed, using the high-speed chanting technique.

  A shield appeared the moment Ira raised her hand, slowly spreading from De Fonte's heart...

  Because of Ira's previous announcement, De Fonte is very sure that Ira will pierce his heart next, but...Ira's thoughts must be shattered because of the shield!

  He thought so.

   "..."

"brush!!"

  In an instant, the light of the knife flickered past, and Ira seemed to simply pass by De Fonte. She stood with her back to the opponent, and released the [Pure White Rapid Blade·Blood] from her hand with an indifferent expression.

  Then at the next moment, the head of the terrified De Fonte, who flew high, drew a parabola in the air, landed on the dueling field, and bounced a few times on the ground.

   Afterwards, it didn't move like a fallen headless corpse.

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   "..."

  Sevilla was silent, she looked at the almost healed bloodstain on her hand, and touched her neck where Ira had targeted her before... For some reason, she felt chilly on her neck.

   But she did learn something from it...

  The previous leaders who were selected to fight with the previous leader were usually the same as her, and she had already realized that the best fighter was selected from the School of Warfare.

  Deception and being deceived are the main theme of duel.

  (end of this chapter)