Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

Climax (12)

bang!

The floor cracked and debris splattered. Some had sharp lines, but there were also blunt fragments.

The Demon King used all the fragments as a dagger.

At the same time as he wielded his sword, he manipulated the shards by operating the magic. The fragments that had been protruding at random are heading to one place.

Wedge lover!

The speed of the fragments was so fast that I could hear the sound of breaking the wind. Deron’s eyes move busily.

Deron, who confirmed the location of all the fragments in a short moment, sang a short spell. A mass of magical energy floated in the air and exploded in all directions.

Puff Puff Puff!

A small explosion occurred as the shards collided with the magical mass. However, neither the Demon King nor Deron was concerned about the explosion.

Kaang!

The two swords clash again. Metal and metal contacted and sparks splattered. The battle between swords and swords continued.

“ね… .”

Deron frowned. The power of the Demon King was ignorant. It was a stronger force than Devron, who rushed at him like a beast. Of course, there was no way he could face him with his body.

chin.

As the sword moved, Deron’s body was also pushed back. The demon king’s steps were gradually moving forward.

The Demon King shed arsenic. He looked confident. Apart from that, his hands were shaking a little. Deron’s power was stronger than expected. He opened his mouth, his organ.

“I am weak. Isn’t that the meaning of the resurrection?”

“… … .”

Deron didn’t answer.

His hands moved quickly. He momentarily lowered his sword. The demon king’s sword cannot adapt to the sudden loss of power and falls down.

Aiming for that moment, Deron pulled back his sword and stepped on the staff. The demon king’s body fell forward due to the recoil from the powerful swing of the sword.

Deron’s sword drew a sharp curve.

Boo-woong!

The sword crossed the air. There is no sense of cutting the skin of the Demon King.

Deron frowned and looked ahead.

At the end of the remnants of the Magi, there was a Demon King. He suddenly fell from Deron. In that brief moment, he moved using his overwhelming physical abilities and reflexes.

Deron slowly opened his mouth.

“There seems to be no reason for you to be resurrected.”

It was not enough compared to the Demon King, but Deron himself had never been robbed by words anywhere.

“……”

Hearing his provocation, the Demon King ignored him. It was the same reaction as Deron.

fault!

The demon king’s feet fell off the floor. He ran towards Deron with his mouth shut. He seemed to have realized that it would not work if he spoke to Deron.

His pupils caught up with the demon king’s new form.

**

he was the devil

I took a deep breath and looked at the Demon King clearly. The guy’s feet move.

fault!

He immediately followed the new form of the Demon King. A little while ago, I felt a strange sensation.

‘The demon king’s movements seem a little slow.’

The sword strike that was rushed to catch up and counterattack now arrives.

The third sum lags behind the first by one breath. Grip force was applied to both hands holding Arondite.

Has the Demon King’s speed slowed down?

It wasn’t. The energy I felt from him didn’t diminish in the slightest. Rather, it grew stronger.

You can feel the detail in your hands.

The auror on the tip of his foot burned hot.

**

That your eyes are moving to new heights.

And it didn’t just apply to his own eyes.

Boo-woong!

Deron, who slightly twisted and deflected the sword strike from the Demon King, immediately threw out an Arondite.

With his eyes wide open, he strikes out his sword and attacks himself with a magic sword.

Black rain poured down like lye.

But in Deron’s eyes, they were slowly falling like snowflakes.

His sword slowly cuts through the snowflakes.

It was quite a strange feeling.

The left foot rotated in the air. axis to axis.

The whole body was twisted.

His head clearly says this move is wrong. The talent that reached the peak pursued a more perfect sword strike rather than this.

It was the Demon King who pursued such a sword attack.

Even to Deron himself, the demon king’s sword was perfect.

The messy and messy sword strikes overlapped and overlapped to form a single swordsmanship.

The Demon King already seemed to have completely adapted to Deron’s body.

He drew the trajectory of one of the fastest and strongest he could unfold. He couldn’t be faster and stronger than me.

It was a martial art that had reached the end.

The best that an arrogant demon lord who calls himself immortal can unfold. If you were walking the path of nothingness, you couldn’t help but admire that swordsmanship.

The swordsman who had reached the climax aimed at Deron’s neck and rushed at him. A sword forged to kill people had reached the state of art.

But Deron’s sword wasn’t that one.

Kang!

His black witch was. Sometimes it was half a beat slow, sometimes it was half a beat faster.

Seeing Deron blocking the sword with an aggressor in a congested circle rather than a standardized trajectory, the Demon King was sure of his victory.

It looked like it had run out of power. Everyone would think so when they saw the sword suddenly collapsed while approaching the completion.

It was as if despaired by the demon king’s sword that had reached the end, and finally gave up.

In front of the Demon King who reached the essence that can be spread with a sword, Deron’s sword was inferior to that of a beginner.

won

The Demon King thought so and threw his sword with his magical energy. Of course he had to kill him, but he didn’t intend to kill him right away.

‘I’ll kill you in front of those bitches.’

Those who dared not show respect to the Demon King. The women of Deron who made fun of him and refused the best offer.

The Demon King saw the entangled love in their eyes. All three were tightly bound to Deron.

Deron wasn’t tying it up, it was like being chained to himself.

The Demon King sought despair. And I also knew that people would despair if they cut it off.

I was going to take Deron’s body with me. It was something that had to be formed as a magic.

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Just throwing him in front of the three would have made each one face despair. The Demon King should stand in front of him and take the despair of Seth.

I thought so.

The demon king’s demon sword drew the final trajectory. The fastest and most powerful blow he can unleash.

He was reluctant to kill with human technology, but he didn’t care much.

Because in the end, the fact that he killed was important.

Kang!

Deron blocked it. The Demon King’s judgment was wrong. Surprised by that fact, the Demon King once again energized and swung his sword.

It must be a coincidence.

The second trajectory of thinking that way was also blocked. The demon king drew a third trajectory, implying that it was a coincidence.

It was a sword that went one step further. Even in the midst of perfection, drawing a trajectory of pursuit of perfection, the Demon King was sure.

‘Killed.’

The demon king’s confidence was overshadowed, and his sword attack bounced back again. A tendon sprouted from the demon king’s head. How do you deflect his sword on that weak trajectory?

It was utterly incomprehensible.

That was then. Deron looked at the Demon King and groaned slightly.

“Is that all?”

It was a gaze that did not contain any emotion. There was no mockery or ridicule, the eyes staring at the Demon King.

At the emptiness, the Demon King was furious.

“dare… !”

I didn’t like those eyes. It is because the human eyes that looked at him usually had similar emotions.

Anger, despair, emptiness, sadness, fear.

Human emotions were diverse, and most of them were good food for him.

So he was angry. Just like the humans they’ve ever eaten.

Kang! Kaang!

The magic sword howled. Magi ran wildly. The Demon King’s emotions were affected.

Each sword that moved dazzlingly was dirty.

Excited, immersed in emotion. That’s why the sword was dirty.

“Did you mean that?”

Deron sighed briefly. He grabbed Arondite as if he had realized something. The pure white sword gleamed faintly.

He drew vertically, horizontally, and sometimes diagonally. Wherever he drew his sword was simple.

It was a sword without rules from the beginning. Only then did the demon king understand Deron’s sword.

It was a far-off state for the Demon King. Depending on the emotion, the situation, the position of the shoulder, the level of power distribution, Deron was reassembling everything.

The sword spread out like that was filled with light. Like a star embedded in the distant sky.

The soft shimmering light was different from the giant spear forged by the Count of Cardia.

A state of wielding a sword with starlight.

Geomgiseonggang (劍气成罡).

When that faint flash of light fell on Arondite, the Demon King felt one emotion for the first time.

fear.

It was a feeling I had never felt before dying to the previous warriors. Death was a once-in-a-while process for him, and fear was nothing more than something he got from others.

“Ugh, ah ah ah ah ah!”

The Demon King screamed. My hands were moving fast. The night moved. Magi scattered all over the place rushed to Deron to help their master.

To avoid the faint light coming towards him, the Demon King reproduced the night.

But.

sparkle.

It was a meaningless act. There is no eternal night, just as there is no eternal day. Both would come and go one day.

Deron’s gaze, approaching through the night, reached the Demon King for a very short time.

He said.

“After all, you are no different from humans.”

Even after hearing those words, the Demon King could not resist. He just looked up at Deron with eyes terrified.

Eventually, a star fell on the Demon King’s neck.

It was a small but bright star.