A Dragonslayer’s Peerless Regression – 75



Episode 75

The great warrior of the Achilles family said his name as he entered the arena.

“Pharrell Achillius.”

At his words Zeke also said his name.

“Zeke Draker.”

Speaking one’s name before a duel was an act of respect and deference to one’s opponent.

Zeke felt something different from the previous two from the great warrior of the Achilles family.

‘There is no wavering in prayer.’

It meant that one’s mental cultivation was deep.

Zeke slowly approached Farrell holding his shield and sword.

At that time Farrell stepped forward first.

Hmph!

A huge shield covered Zeke’s front.

A shield attack with a heavy weight shook Zig’s body.

bang!

Zeke dodged his shield deflecting Farrell’s attack and reducing its impact.

Still a considerable shock sank in.

As he had felt before Zeke felt that Farrell was a formidable opponent.

Farrell didn’t miss a single moment.

He turned to the side and swung his sword at Zeke’s waist.

Phew!

The sword flew through the wind.

Pachin!

Zeke struck down Farrell’s sword with Bahamut.

Farrell frowned at Zig’s sword strike that struck back at his own sword.

The tremendous bounce made my wrists tingle.

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Farrell was impressed by Zeke’s swordsmanship.

‘The fundamentals are solid. At the same time he has a lot of practical experience.’

Zig would defend himself firmly without losing his balance in the face of any attack and when an opening arose he would find the most suitable sword path and counterattack.

Zeke and Farrell stood close together and engaged in a close-range attack.

Pachin!

Kagan!

Phew!

A tense battle unfolded with shields clashing then dodging and then swords clashing.

The lords and heads of households gaped in amazement as a knightly duel of an unexpectedly high level unfolded.

“Oh my goodness there was a knight who could fight Pharel Achillius to even terms!”

“The undefeated Pharel Achillius has met his match!”

Pharel Achillius was the champion of the Central Region Knights’ Grand League and was on a undefeated streak.

As a direct descendant of Achilles and a great warrior representing the family he contributed greatly to raising the family’s honor and achievements.

Phew!

As people were admiring him Farrell’s sword narrowly passed over Zigg.

Zeke took a half step back then accelerated forward again deflected Farrell’s sword with his shield and spun around in a circle swinging his sword.

Kwakwakwang!

There was a sound like an explosion in Farrell’s room.

At the same time Farrell’s body shook violently.

“Whew. Whoosh.”

A heavy breathing sound was heard inside the helmet.

On the other hand Zig’s movements were not much different from the first time.

Farrell had no choice but to admit that Zeke was physically superior to him.

‘What a tremendous monster.’

He decided to go all out on one last shot.

Sweep!

Farrell stepped forward with his left foot.

All his strength was concentrated on his feet.

bang!

With a tremendous leap Farrell’s body was thrown forward as if shot.

An ultimate skill that pierces the enemy with a firmly erected sword while covering the body with a shield.

Achilles Shield Spear Technique

Ultimate Assault

Black Window’s Fury

It was as if Farrell’s body itself had transformed into a giant black spear.

Zeke aimed his sword at Farrell who had turned into a spear that could pierce anything and used his ultimate skill as expected.

Agamemnon Golden Sword

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Ultimate Counterattack

The Majesty of the Golden Sword

Zeke held his shield forward and raised his sword above his head.

At the same time he clashed with Farrell’s ultimate skill with his shield.

Kkwadduk!

The Black Spear’s wrath completely shattered Zeke’s shield.

Zeke turned his body around and brought the sword he had raised above his head down towards Farrell.

Farrell also lifted the shield he was wearing to block Zeke’s golden sword.

Kkwadduk!

Farrell’s shield was also completely shattered by Zeke’s sword strike.

Kwakwakwang!

With a tremendous noise both of them were thrown out at the same time.

Kookung!

The two men stood in the middle of the arena swords pointed with their places switched.

The shields were all shattered.

That was when.

“stop!”

Rufus stood up and stopped the game.

He spoke to the lords and the householders.

“I’ll call this match a draw! It seems pointless to decide on a winner and loser in such a close match!”

At Rufus’ words those watching the game stood up from their seats.

Then there was tremendous cheering and applause.

“Pharrell! Pharrell!”

“Zeke! Zeke!”

He praised the excellent performance of both players calling out their names.

Zeke and Farrell took off their helmets and approached each other.

“That was a great game Sir Farrell.”

Farrell took Zeke’s hand and said.

“…It is my defeat Sir Zeke. Thank you for your consideration.”

Farrell had an intuition that during their final clash Zeke had evaded his attacks and counterattacked only to lose strength in his sword and break only his shield.

And it was true.

It was because I felt there was no need to hand a defeat to an excellent player like Farrell in a friendly match rather than an official match.

Farrell was greatly impressed by the generosity and generosity that Zeke displayed at such a young age.

At the same time the heads of the three families sitting in the audience stood up from their seats.

“The Aegis family recognizes the succession of Lord Zeke Draker.”

“The Hector family also recognizes the title of Lord Zeke Draker.”

The last head of the Achilles family opened his mouth.

“The House of Achilles also recognizes the succession of Lord Zeke Draker.”

The three families unanimously recognized Zeke’s qualifications.

Zeke was now officially heir to the House of Agamemnon.

“Blessings to the new heir of the House of Agamemnon!”

The stadium was filled with excitement and cheers.

* * *

“Phew. I’m tired.”

After the match Zeke was finally able to take off his armor and rest.

Felix brought Zeke a cold drink.

He too was extremely excited.

“Master that was a really great match. I didn’t know you even learned traditional duels. Oh my gosh a draw with the League Champion!”

Zeke said to Felix.

“Don’t make a fuss.”

“Sir Farel Achillius is a famous warrior I know! He has a lot of fans in Atlas too.”

“Sir Farel spared me out of respect for his own good. Besides the Achilles family is originally famous for their spears not their swords.”

“A spear? But Sir Farel only used a sword in every match?”

“That’s why he’s a great knight. Watch and learn a lot Felix. The elders are working hard to train you so don’t think about running away all the time.”

“What do you mean run away!”

“Stop talking nonsense and go get me a cup of tea.”

Felix grumbled and brought out the tea.

But Zeke got in trouble again because the tea temperature wasn’t right.

‘At first I thought he was a bit quick-witted but he’s starting to get more and more cunning. At least now I know that Felix isn’t a spy.’

While Felix was drinking the tasteless tea he had brought one of the servants approached Zeke.

“Your Majesty Sir Farel of House Achillius has requested to see you.”

It was Pharrell Achillius who had just finished a match who came to visit.

“Sir Farrell? Take him straight to the reception room.”

Zik put his clothes back on and headed to the reception room.

Parel stripped of his armor and dressed in the regalia of the central nobility sat with a dignified posture.

He was from Honam with an impressive thick jawline and dark sideburns.

He greeted Zeke politely.

“Sir Zeke. I have taken the liberty of asking you to come see me in person.”

Zeke said looking at Farrell.

“It is an honor to have such a great knight as Sir Farel come to see us. Please take a seat.”

Soon the maid brought out the tea.

It was then that Farrell spoke to Zeke first.

“Sir Zeke I have learned a great deal from today’s knight battle.”

“Me too.”

Farrell said in a grave voice.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Tell me what it is and I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

“Although it is not enough please allow me to help you.”

Zeke was startled by those words.

“What do you mean Sir Farel?”

Farrell said with a gleam in his eyes.

“I heard you’re participating in the Draker Martial Arts Tournament that’s coming up soon.”

As expected word of the Midlands spread quickly.

Zeke nodded.

“That’s right. I thought it was just a place to test your skills but after hearing the story I realized it wasn’t like that.”

Farrell nodded.

“It is as Lord Zeke said. The Draker Martial Arts Tournament is a battlefield.”

“My teacher Duke also expressed it that way. He said that it would be difficult without a supporter family but I didn’t hear the details. May I ask why?”

Then Farrell answered Zeke’s question.

“The Drake Martial Arts Tournament is a very unique tournament. The matches and rules change every time.”

“The events and rules have changed?”

“Yes. The one who decides that is the Martial Arts Tournament Preparatory Committee and the members of that committee are the Preparatory Committee members. These members also change every time and are mostly elders of influential families in the Central Continent.”

At those words Zeke’s expression changed.

“So those elders will become committee members and decide on the events and rules?”

“That’s right. The preliminary and final rounds will be announced soon. In addition the rounds of 16 and beyond will be announced the day before the games along with the rules.”

“Then if those committee members support a particular candidate it would be possible to set events and rules that would be advantageous to the candidate.”

“That’s right. If you have similar skills the more advantageous the event is the higher your chances of winning. If a rule is set that says ‘You won’t use Aura in this martial arts tournament’ then it should be carried out that way.”

‘What kind of competition is this?’

In my previous life I was kicked out of the Draker family and was not even eligible to participate in the martial arts tournament so I had no idea such an absurd competition existed.

Only then did Zeke understand why Duke had said it was difficult to win the tournament without a sponsoring family.

‘If they collude with each other and decide on the events and rules to keep a close eye on the favorites to win there’s a chance they’ll be eliminated in the preliminaries.’

Farrell spoke to Zeke in an urgent voice.

“Sir Zeke! If you permit me I will help you prepare for the martial arts competition by your side!”

Zeke was startled by those words.

“Are you saying that Sir Farrell will act as your assistant?”

Farrell nodded with a grave expression.

‘Why is this guy acting like this all of a sudden?’

Because he had suffered so much in his previous life and had been betrayed by others he was suspicious when someone showed him kindness.

Zeke looked into Farrell’s stern eyes.

‘It’s a bit burdensome but it would be much more advantageous if a famous knight like Farrell could help.’

Zeke nodded at Farrell.

“It would be an immense honor if an honorable knight like Sir Farel could help me.”

Farrell’s face brightened at Zeke’s words.

As soon as permission was granted Farrell took out what he had prepared.

A huge pile of documents was piled on the table.

“What is this Sir Farrell?”

“This is the basic manual for the Draker Martial Arts Tournament. The in-depth strategy book is at my home so I will have my attendants bring it over right away.”

I’ve never heard or seen that there’s a manual or even a strategy book for a martial arts tournament.

‘I should have just not entered the competition.’

Zeke thought that if he had known it would be like this it would have been better to refuse even if it meant getting stamped out by Arthur Draker.

Then Farrell spoke to Zeke again in a grave tone.

“Sir Zeke. Actually if there is about a month left until the martial arts competition it is quite late. Usually preparations begin two years in advance or at most three years in advance.”

“Is that so?”

Farrell nodded.

“In this situation what we need most is a broker.”

“A broker? Are you a broker in the sense I understand?”

“Yes. We also call them lobbyists which is a bit more elegant.”

Brokers lobbyists that was it.

Farrell took out a file from the pile of manuals and opened it.

The page contained a person’s profile.

“There is a saying that a debutante in the central region cannot return without going through this person. He holds the central social circles in check.”

Zeke checked the photo in the profile and read the name.

‘Katherine Graham. Mistress of the Duchess Graham.’

Farrell said to Zeke.

“In order to prepare for the tournament we must bring Duchess Catherine to our side.”