The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound
chapter-194

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Chapter 194 Attack Exam (5)

An unleashed hunting dog stepped onto the field.

Before Vikir ascended the test platform, he had a special meeting with Professor Banshee.

“Vikir”

With a cold gaze and voice, Professor Banshee, as usual, didn’t seem to have much affection for Vikir.

However.

“As a professor, I must ensure that students are not in danger. So, I would prefer it if you didn’t take Professor Sadi’s test.”

But Vikir again said,

“If possible, I wanted to take the test as planned according to the schedule. And I thought I might gain some insight.”

“…What? Insight?”

Professor Banshee raised his eyebrows as if he couldn’t fathom Vikir’s thoughts.

Then he spoke firmly.

“There is nothing you can gain from people like Sadi. Except for experiencing that ‘there are many unfair things happening in the world’ on an experiential level, there is nothing else.”

Professor Banshee’s attitude remained cold.

He took a few steps towards Vikir and extended a paper towards him.

[Surrender Document]

“I’ll still advise you to surrender, don’t worry about the grades.”

“…”

Most students would have given in at this point.

No, no one in the Colosseo Academy would dare to be stubborn against Professor Sadi.

Except one. Except Vikir.

Swish – Swish –

Vikir pushed away the document and handed it back to Professor Banshee with ease.

The nonchalance of his actions left everyone around with their mouths agape.

Even Professor Banshee, whose nickname as a wax doll paled in comparison to Vikir’s inexplicable behavior, showed a significant change in expression.

“Do you really intend to face Sadi? You’re still incredibly arrogant.”

“…”

“All right, then. Greenhouse flowers grown solely with sweet fertilizers must experience the bitterness of the world’s storms ahead of time. Only then will you be able to tell the difference between genuine care and mere tolerance.”

Professor Banshee, with a heavily scornful expression, let out a snort.

After a while, it was Vikir’s turn.

“Are you guys done? These trashy pigs are always making noise.”

As Vikir ascended to the test site, the shadow controlled by Sadi’s golem loomed ominously over him.

Professor Sadi looked at Vikir as if fascinated by his presence.

“I’m not interested in weak pigs, but… you seem a bit interesting. You dare to choose me, you a mere commoner?”

“…”

“Are you friends with the small Figgy that came up earlier? Hohoho, that one’s left eye is probably blind by now. How about you match it with your right eye? The duo of idiots and trash. What do you think?”

Vikir did not bother to answer.

However.

Click –

He merely nocked an arrow on his bow.

Ping –

The arrow flew at a rapid speed.

But Sadi’s golem reacted surprisingly fast.

“Hohohoha, how will a mere archer beat me, did you even use your head?”

Archers generally fight by keeping their distance.

But in cases where points must be scored in a short time, advancing while shooting arrows could be an effective method.

However, Sadi’s physical abilities were truly monstrous.

She displayed incredible flexibility, swaying her waist like a bow to dodge all the flying arrows.

Even Vikir, a genius in his own right, couldn’t help but be impressed by her instantaneous reactions.

‘Twisted genius’ seemed to be a phrase created just for her.

Even professors who criticized her personality and behavior were silent in the face of her skill.

‘What a waste. If only she had the character to match, she could have become a great warrior contributing greatly to the Human Alliance.’

But Sadi didn’t seem like the type to fight for someone else.

The type who no one follows, no one respects, and no one loves. That was Professor Sadi.

‘Well then. There’s no need to watch.’

And now, Vikir was casting a cold glance at Professor Sadi.

Swish –

With a burst of energy, arrows flew.

Vikir strung a bundle of arrows on his bow and fired them at an incredible speed. Admiration erupted from the surroundings.

“Wow! Who is that? He’s keeping up with Professor Sadi’s movements!”

“That short distance isn’t getting any shorter, is it? How is he avoiding that?”

“And look at the firing speed! It’s insane!”

Both students and professors were impressed by Vikir’s movements. Of course, during the synchronization process with the golem, Professor Sadi’s mana was limited, and her movements were sluggish. Nevertheless, for a first-year student to keep up with this was undoubtedly remarkable.

However.

“Hohoho, he’s just an archer after all,” Professor Sadi said.

Vikir’s arrows had failed to make any effective hits on Professor Sadi’s Golem since the beginning. The arrows either shattered or bounced off the golem’s body before reaching their target.

Some arrows even veered off in strange directions, possibly miscalculating the wind’s direction. Occasionally, arrows hit the golem but were not recognized as valid hits since they struck the arms or legs and bounced off.

Watching from outside the test site, Bianca shook her head. “Archers really have no chance in the attack test. I managed to get good scores because I had a mild-mannered professor. But facing Professor Sadi, it’s nearly impossible to score even a single point.”

It was as she said. Tudor, Sancho, Sinclair, and even Figgy with a bandaged face wore worried expressions.

Vikir continued to dodge the golem’s punches and kicks, picking up arrows from the ground and firing them again. However, most arrows were either deflected by the golem’s palm or fist or shattered and rendered useless. Gradually, the number of usable arrows was decreasing.

“Hohoho, still going? You’re just another piglet,” Professor Sadi taunted.

Despite Vikir’s clever evasion strategy, the professor showed no intention of playing along.

“Hohoho, trying to accumulate points through valid evasions? What a rat-like idea. But I cannot allow that!”

Finally, her whip swung more forcefully.

Thunk! Swish! Thunk! Crack!

Professor Sadi didn’t attack Vikir directly. It was an attitude of not giving away any evasion points.

Instead, her whip struck the floor of the test site.

The once-circular test site began to crack and break under the impact of the whip. Eventually, one corner of the test site took on a pointed shape, and sharp corners emerged naturally.

Professor Sadi seemed eager to push Vikir into that corner, but the circular shape of the test site made it impossible.

Vikir, cleverly aware of this, continued to circle around, buying time.

Even though evasion earned points, Professor Sadi seemed unwilling to play along with Vikir’s plan.

“Hohoho, still going? You’re not a piglet, but a rat, aren’t you?” Professor Sadi sneered.

Whatever the case, she couldn’t succeed in landing a single lash on Vikir.

It seemed like she couldn’t resist the urge to discard the golem and step in herself.

“Hateful child? You need punishment.”

Professor Sadi desperately wanted to corner Vikir, but the circular shape of the test site made it impossible. Vikir, with mud and dust covering his body, rolled and dodged Professor Sadi’s attacks. He managed to pick up relatively intact arrows and continued to shoot, persevering.

Just as Vikir attempted to escape the corner, the whip flew, leaving a shallow cut. Vikir was truly cornered, resembling a trapped mouse. Everyone watching couldn’t help but sigh. Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, Sinclaire, and even Professor Banshee, who usually disliked Vikir, looked anxious. Finally, Professor Sadi, now holding Vikir’s leash, triumphantly declared,

“Where will you run now, little rat!”

Simultaneously, her hand holding the whip rose high. If struck by this whip charged with aura, Vikir could suffer at least serious injuries, possibly even death.

Professor Banshee, speaking almost like a growl, said, “Have the medical team on standby.” Professors swiftly moved into action. Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, Sinclair, and even Dolores had unconsciously approached the test site. They were ready to catch Vikir if he fell out of the test area.

…However.

“Huh?” Professor Sadi tilted her head, a subtle discomfort sensed in her arm for an instant. It made her pause momentarily.

Squelch!

The joint area that the arrows had been brushing past suddenly felt strange. They had been hitting a non-critical area that wasn’t being paid much attention because it didn’t count as a valid hit.

Now, that spot felt oddly rigid.