I Became a Genius at Gigant Academy

The quarterfinal match was a more difficult fight than the round of 16 match.

Abel’s opponent was an unknown rider whose name was unknown, but he fought surprisingly skillfully.

Thanks to this, Abel’s plan to end the battle as quickly as possible failed, and he had to fight for 30 minutes.

“At least, the difference in magical power was so great that we won, otherwise we might have fought longer.”

“I watched it for a while, but it seems like you’re basically quite familiar with combat.”

Abel nodded at Eolin’s answer.

Perhaps the opponent was from an underground fighting arena.

If it was a mercenary or subjugation party, there was no way they would have been completely unknown with such skills.

‘Because I can’t use my career in the underground arena in the sun.’

However, judging from his skills, he seemed to be making a name for himself in the future. In the end, though, Abel won.

Abel asked Iolin, holding a cold towel to his forehead.

“How was your opponent?”

“Every single shot was a heavy woman. To the point where we can’t guarantee victory if we allow even one hit.”

“By the way, the game was over in five minutes, right?”

Originally, Abel also wanted to watch the violin competition, but the battle ended so quickly that there was no time for that.

After getting off the gigant and finishing the maintenance, it was already over.

Iolin simply answered Abel’s question.

“The defense was poor.”

“aha.”

Although it is a very short explanation, a rough picture was drawn.

I’ve watched Eolin’s fighting style to the point of getting tired of it.

If it was a style that focused only on offense and weak defense, it would have been a very easy opponent for Iolin.

Because she is naturally gifted at targeting the opponent’s gaps.

Even when sparring, it wasn’t once or twice that the match was won in the blink of an eye.

“The problem now is the next game. You or me.”

“huh. Neither of them are easy opponents.”

Iolin’s next opponent was undecided.

The game was scheduled to start soon, and both of them showed a hot performance from the beginning of the game and were raising expectations.

“Shouldn’t you look at the game and see if there are any gaps? how about you?”

“It’s me, I’ve already seen it, but it’s not easy.”

On the other hand, Abel’s opponent had already been decided.

That’s Percival.

In the game, a man who will later be called Percival of Speed.

Among the second-year students, he is still classified as upper-middle class, but in his third year, his talent fully blooms and he jumps to the top at once.

‘But even now, it’s not at an easy level.’

Even if he is in the upper middle class, he is a talented person who cannot be compared to a freshman in his second year.

It’s been less than half a year since first graders entered, while sophomores have been in for over a year.

‘If you look at the curriculum right now, learning how to fight in earnest starts from the second semester of the first year.’

If you make a mistake, you may be eliminated in the semifinals, let alone third place.

Something to keep your mind on.

“I’ll come back soon to watch the game.”

“okay. go.”

Abel said goodbye to the violin because he had to play as soon as the next match was over.

After the violin went to the bleachers, Abel sat down on the floor.

“It is not easy either.”

In the round of 16, I was lucky, but in the round of 8, I consumed more stamina than expected.

In addition, the opponent in the quarterfinals was even more formidable.

‘This is why I originally planned to take on the challenge in the second year.’

By that time, I was confident that I would advance to the final without incident.

However, you cannot undo the choices you have already made.

More than anything, after participating in this tournament, I felt that I was good at participating.

Continuing to fight with all my might like this in itself in many ways energized my weakened mind.

“A tournament is enough for a man.”

Tournaments with constant fights in short intervals are obviously physically demanding.

However, compared to real matches, tournaments are child’s play.

It was like that during the last outdoor practice.

Did the fragments of the giant rush at you, giving them a chance to rest?

No, not at all.

In real combat, it is common to fight while hoping to rest for a minute or even 30 seconds.

‘The first semester is always a tutorial.’

Abel thought of the timeline in the game as he got into a position to practice breathing.

In the overall flow of the game, Semester 1 is just a tutorial.

The ‘war’ begins in earnest from the second semester.

From then on, there will be no more peaceful school days like last time.

A truly brutal era begins.

This vacation was the last preparation time to prepare for such a future.

“Whoa.”

Abel inhaled deeply and exhaled to restore his mana.

Once I started to concentrate, the thoughts in my head and the noise around me began to fade away.

It seemed like there was a loud shout somewhere in the middle, but Abel continued to breathe without stopping.

-… … bell!

-Abel!

It was only after he heard a voice calling him that he came to his senses.

“Abel! Now you have to get ready!”

I looked ahead and saw the facilitator talking to him.

“Ah yes.”

Abel nodded slightly, got up from his seat, and headed towards his Gigant.

In the meantime, the repairs were completed, and the damaged parts from the last game were neatly replaced.

Abel climbed into the open cockpit and put his hand on his core.

Whoa-!

When it was maneuvered at high speed, the engineers stuck to it and did a final check.

-More than lower armor!

-More than upper armor!

-More than the right joint!

-left side… … .

The engineers quickly completed the inspection, and the senior engineer tapped near the cockpit for the last time.

-Check over! ready to go!

Abel took up his weapon and stood in front of the doorway.

‘The opponent’s organs are fast.’

It is a style that moves quickly and constantly seeks the opponent’s gaps.

It has some similarities with the iolin in terms of aiming for gaps, but there are quite a few differences in the actual style.

‘If you’re not used to it, it’s rather easy to get hit.’

Even though he had not yet fully developed his talents, he could be ranked at the top level in terms of speed alone.

So, those who are not used to it often fail to keep up with the speed and lose in vain.

‘So the important thing is not to panic.’

It’s not a game where you can’t be blinded by that speed.

Kugoong-!

– Player Abel! Entrance!

When I finished the simulation into the curtain, the door opened.

Abel walked through the open door without hesitation.

Passing through the aisle and entering the brightly lit arena, enthusiastic cheers rang out.

-Waaa!

-Abel! Abel! Abel!

It felt like the cheers were getting bigger because we had played the previous two games.

Abel responded to the audience’s response by raising his weapon high. And around that time, the opponent also showed up on the field.

– Percival!

– Let’s finish this quickly!

-Goaaa!

The cheers for Percival were no less than those of Abel. No, in some ways he was bigger than Abel.

Perhaps it was because his playing style was quite flamboyant.

‘There aren’t many types that focus on speed.’

Basically, being fast means several things.

First of all, you need to have enough mana to handle such a high speed, and you need delicate control to avoid strain on your joints.

-ruler! both players! Please enter the arena!

Abel took a deep breath and walked into the arena.

But before the game started, my eyes suddenly went to the VIP seats.

It was because I was curious if the code I saw in the first game, ‘Deborah’, was still there.

‘There is.’

And Abel found Deborah right away. In fact, I didn’t even have to look for it.

Because as soon as he turned his head, his eyes met.

‘good.’

Abel grinned.

It may be just a one-time eye contact, but first of all, paying attention even for a moment was a positive sign.

Once someone like Deborah expresses interest, even briefly, there’s a good chance there’ll be someone else who wants to sponsor her.

-ruler! Speedy Percival! Divine Abel! Who will be the winner!

In the meantime, Doyle was working his tongue hard to excite the audience.

Abel, nicknamed Divinity before he knew it, took up his weapon and took a stance.

‘window.’

The opponent’s weapon was a spear.

However, it was a single spear, not a generally long spear.

Of course, even though it was a short spear, it had a longer reach than a sword.

‘A spear that is too long to save speed would be rather cumbersome.’

In the midst of so much tension.

-Sizaaa!

Doyle finally announced the start of the match.

bang-!

And almost at the same time, Percival kicked the ground.

It was so fast that I couldn’t believe my eyes.

‘right!’

Abel only checked the opponent’s direction and raised his sword vertically toward that direction.

Kagagagak!

Immediately after that, a sharp noise rang out.

They quickly closed the gap and swung their weapons.

It was to the point of doubting whether this was the speed at which he moved while riding the Gigant.

thud!

As soon as the attack was blocked, Percival sprinted to the left and this time stabbed the spear forward.

bang! bang! bang!

Abel raised his sword to the side to block the thrust.

It’s a pretty bad method for weapons, but it didn’t matter anyway, as new weapons were given every match.

The important thing is to give the opponent impatience.

Percival backed away when his attack missed twice.

‘It must be embarrassing.’

There probably aren’t that many experiences where the first attack was completely blocked until this point.

Normally, I wouldn’t have been able to keep up with that speed properly and would have allowed the blow.

Percival was taken aback by the unexpected situation, but it wasn’t enough to decide the outcome of the game.

cooong!

Percival tried to catch his breath for a moment, but this time he attacked from the front.

Abel reflexively raised his sword high, then saw his opponent duck deep down.

Kaga gak gak!

The spear glided past the edge of the sword.

The attack didn’t end there.

Percival, as if expecting to be blocked, rotated the spearhead and aimed at his left flank.

bang!

This time, even Abel couldn’t escape.

But that didn’t make it stand still. As soon as he was hit, he swung his sword horizontally.

Percival blocked it with his spear, probably deciding that it was impossible to avoid it at all.

Wow!

And just flew back.

Abel’s power had not been completely released.

-Waaa!

The audience cheering for Abel erupted in loud cheers.

Objectively speaking, Abel allowed one attack and the opponent blocked it, but the appearance was different.

There is only Abel standing still and Percival being thrown back and flying away.

Abel was wary of the opponent’s approach and remembered Percival’s weakness.

‘The fast speed is intimidating, but the attack is monotonous.’

Percival’s attack routes were mostly similar.

It was a stab after approaching the square at high speed.

Although it was so fast that it was hard to see and react properly, it was relatively easy to block if you just knew that such an attack was coming.

The hardest thing to block or avoid was to attack by swinging a spear after one hit, but that also had a weakness.

‘I’m weak.’

The competition Tito’s output is cut in half, but the armor is more than twice as thick.

In other words, it is designed to make it difficult to deliver a proper blow with a small attack.

It was designed for rider safety and a ‘good-looking’ game, but thanks to this, Percival lost one weapon.

-You are more experienced than expected.

Percival suddenly spoke to me as if to take a moment to catch my breath.

Abel answered while extending his weapon obliquely.

– You are worse than expected.

It was a provocative statement that left no room for interpretation. As expected, Percival didn’t answer him.

Then Abel kindly added a word of encouragement.

-Are you tired?

Abel did not forget.

That making the opponent angry is the shortcut to victory.