Damn Academy - Chapter 218

Chapter 218

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The runes on Gale’s axe blade began to glow faintly. He confidently swung the axe down, but the attack missed lightly. The old man only twisted his body slightly to evade it without any flashy movements.

Boom—

The axe struck the ground with a thunderous crash, sending the bones scattered on the ground flying in all directions.

The impact was so strong that even I, standing outside the circular altar, felt the vibrations. The power was considerable.

Victor joined in to prevent the old man from finding an opening, launching a series of orthodox sword attacks.

I could have jumped in to assist, but I chose to step back and observe the situation.

Rushing headlong at an unfamiliar beast is reckless. The same goes for an unknown monster. You never know what tricks and hidden weapons they might have.

The old man dodged the two men’s attacks with serpentine grace. He deflected their sharp blades with an inch of space, showing efficiency and simplicity that was truly impressive. He was a cut above the usual skilled fighters you encounter.

By sheer luck, Gale and Victor’s attacks synchronized at one point during the battle. Only then did the old man take a defensive stance.

Thus, the three weapons clashed simultaneously.

Clang!

Gale and Victor were stunned.

Both Gale’s axe, with its immense destructive power, and Victor’s sword, which aimed for gaps with precision, were blocked as if they had struck a rock.

Even more surprisingly, the old man was holding his sword with only one hand. Where did such monstrous strength come from?

Despite their efforts, the two couldn’t withstand the old man’s power and were being pushed back.

Seeing the old man about to counterattack, I quickly jumped in.

The half-melted side of his face. I struck from his blind spot, aiming my wooden sword. In that split second, his eyes shifted towards me.

“…Hmm!”

Before my sword made contact, the old man’s Magic Sword erupted with cold energy.

Victor, Gale, and I were all blown back by the sudden shockwave, covered in frost, and rolling on the ground.

Checking on my comrades, I was relieved to see no one had a fatal injury.

Gale stood up, veins bulging in his neck. He seemed quite frustrated, understandably so.

The gap in skill, not just the Magic Sword, but also in pure strength, was significant.

The old man pointed his sword at me and spoke.

“I see. You’re the most cunning one.”

“You see correctly.”

“You’re a man with no loyalty. Isn’t that right?”
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I responded with provocation.

“You don’t seem loyal to your new lover either. Or are you sticking around for his wealth?”

I said this after noticing the old man’s left arm trembling since the cold explosion.

It was proof he couldn’t use the Magic Sword indefinitely, a good sign for us.

“Haha! I’ll flay your flesh and feed it to it.”

Victor, picking himself up, spoke to me.

“Our techniques aren’t working at all.”

“But there’s a way.”

“Yeah, I know. When are you going to use ‘that’?”

“…What?”

“That.”

“Not yet. Besides, I’m concerned about the two swords he has.”
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My Magic Sword can last only about three minutes. If I manage to stop one of his Magic Swords and he pulls out another, we’re out of options.

Gale, brushing off the frost from his face, spoke.

“That idiot and I will try to deplete or steal the Magic Sword. You handle the rest.”

He pinpointed exactly what I wanted. Despite his coarseness, his sharp intuition was admirable.

Victor, insulted, retorted immediately.

“Good plan for a thick-skulled bastard.”

The old man started walking toward us. We readied ourselves again. Just then, there was a click, and an explosion erupted under his feet.

Boom!

A sudden, heavy explosion sent compressed air blasting everything around the old man.

He was blown away but managed to land gracefully with a mid-air flip.

Victor, shielding himself from the falling dirt and bones, asked in disbelief.

“What was that?”

“Cecil’s bomb.”

“Who planted it?”

“I did, just now.”

Victor chuckled incredulously.

“Well, at least you got on his nerves.”

The old man, brushing his disheveled hair back, looked annoyed.

“Truly vexing…”

Since the magic bomb had inflicted a decent hit, perhaps he was relatively weak against magic. If we had a magician on our side, the fight might have turned differently.

Given the situation, it seemed that the Frostwind Bomb would be insufficient for a decisive blow. Time to check the remaining items.

Gale looked at me and asked.

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“Got more bombs?”

“Plenty, but they’re not categorized yet.”

“Throw anything.”

I grabbed one randomly from my pocket and tossed it to Gale.
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Without catching it with his hands, he hit it with his axe blade.

The bomb arced toward the old man.

It exploded midway, casting out a fan-shaped translucent barrier that vanished after a few seconds.

Gale commented,

“A mana barrier. Got another?”

I handed him another, and Gale knocked it the same way.

This time, pink petals burst out, scattering beautifully. It was a strikingly lovely sight, albeit ill-suited to the situation.

“Something that induces poison?”

“Maybe.”

The old man waved his hand, blowing the petals away.

Let’s see, what was written on the bomb…

I pulled out another identical bomb and asked.

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“Can you read Imperial?”

There was something inked on the bomb’s surface, but I couldn’t decipher it.

Victor read it and said.

“It says ‘Candy and Flower Show.'”

“….”

My mind went blank for a moment. I felt embarrassed. When did these even get made…

Victor teased,

“You’re going to get stabbed someday, if not today.”

“You’re misunderstanding something.”

The old man, his annoyance clearly piqued, resumed his advance toward us. As he did, he swung his Magic Sword, sending ice spikes flying like arrows.

I quickly threw a bomb to erect a mana barrier.

The ice spikes shattered against the barrier with a crackling sound. The old man seemed intent on depleting my bombs.

Meanwhile, Gale took out a ring-shaped artifact and put it on his arm and wrist.

“I’ll take on the old man head-on. I can hold out for about five minutes, so do what you can in that time.”

“What happens after five minutes?”

“I’m done for.”

He was planning to go all out to the point of being incapacitated.

Victor, with a determined tone, said,

“Me too… five minutes.”

His sword began to emit a faint smoke, barely perceptible sword energy radiating from it.

As the mana barrier dissipated, we scattered immediately. Gale, equipped with the artifact, charged forward at a speed three times faster than us.

Gale was the first to engage the old man, swinging his axe.

Boom!

Whatever he did, Gale’s axe had become powerful enough to crack the ground.

Thanks to that, he could now exchange blows with the old man a few times.

Victor struck from behind, while I charged again from the side obscured by the melted part of the old man’s face.

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The old man handled Victor and Gale adeptly, but as soon as I approached, he unleashed another cold explosion.

“Ugh!”

I alone was caught in the explosion, sent flying into the forest, covered in frost, my clothes frozen and crumbling like biscuits when I moved.

He’s definitely got a grudge against me.

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Seeing Damian falling behind in the battlefield, Victor shouted.

“Damian!”

“This is no time to worry about your friend.”

Taking advantage of the disrupted formation from the cold explosion, the old man launched an attack on Victor.

Clang! Clang!
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Thanks to his sword energy, Victor could react to the old man’s speed, but it was far from enough to turn the tide.

Gale rushed in to help but was blown back by another cold explosion.

As the old man put more force into his attack, Victor’s sword was knocked skyward.

He grabbed Victor by the neck and lifted him.

“Argh! What strength…!”

Victor struggled desperately, but the old man’s arm held firm like steel.

“Ah, a prodigy who can handle sword energy at such a young age! My child would love you. I’ll keep you alive and absorb all your essence.”

“Ugh, but… you’ll need another sacrifice.”

“…?”

Sensing something amiss, the old man turned to the altar.

Damian was stealthily opening the coffin and pulling Cecil out.

“You wretch, where do you think you’re going!”

The old man punched Victor in the stomach, causing him to cough up blood, and flung him aside.

Then, he charged at Damian with beast-like speed.

Damian hoisted Cecil over his shoulder and retreated nimbly.

Multiple compressed air bombs exploded under the old man’s feet as he approached.

“…!!”

The deafening explosion sent a powerful shockwave rippling through the nearby forest, creating a short but intense storm.

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The distance between Damian and the old man widened due to the blast.

“You little…!”

The old man infused his Magic Sword with energy and swung it in a wide arc.

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A wave of cold energy surged towards Damian, sweeping everything in its path.

Damian dropped spheres from his pocket, which bounced at his feet.

Layered mana barriers unfolded, blocking the cold wave.

He set Cecil down and cut the ropes binding her.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

Once he cut her gag, Cecil, tears brimming in her eyes, said,

“Candy… I knew you’d come.”

Without taking his eyes off the old man, Damian replied,

“Thank Victor. Now run. Don’t look back.”

“…Okay. I’ll bring the professors. Until then…”

“Go.”

Cecil hesitated for a moment but then turned back to Damian, giving him a quick hug from behind. Sharing a brief moment of warmth, she then dashed into the forest.

To prevent the old man from chasing the freed hostage, Damian stood his ground.

Damian spoke to the old man,

“Now that I’ve lightened my load, shall we have a proper fight?”

The old man let out a strange, enigmatic laugh.

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