I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 116

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (117)

Ethan recalled the duel that had just taken place.

Milton.

He had no special techniques, but he had so much mana that even Ethan had to admit it.

To knock him out in one blow, Ethan used one of the techniques he had mainly used in his previous life.

One Strike.

One swift strike.

The heads of the family, who had passed down the Palhwan technique through generations, had used it to create several techniques.

Ilseom was one of them.

The method was simple.

It involved releasing all the mana and pouring it all into a single strike.

It was a technique that allowed one to gain explosive speed and tremendous destructive power in an instant.

With four rings, he was now able to use this technique properly.

Perhaps because his body was still immature, his whole body ached quite a bit after using Ilseom.

“I’ll improve it later.”

One of the functions of the rings was to increase power.

By utilizing this, he could naturally strengthen his body as time passed. In the future, he would be able to use the single strike without any trouble.

As he was lost in thought,

Iseara, who had been following Ethan, was blushing profusely.

She was the only one who had been able to vaguely see Ethan’s movements. This was because he had reached the level of a superhuman.

With her face flushed, Isera looked at the Duke and recalled the battle that had just taken place.

Not only did the mana that took shape when the Duke swung his wooden sword with a cold expression rise up to a level that even Milten couldn’t resist, but the wooden sword was swung at such an incredible speed that even Milten couldn’t see it clearly.

The wooden sword was swung at such an incredible speed that even she had to focus her eyes to see it clearly.

That was why Milton had been knocked away. With his level of skill, he couldn’t even tell that the wooden sword had been swung.

“What should I do…?”

Her husband was such a wonderful man. He was so wonderful that it was almost a problem.

“This is the special class.”

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Ethan nodded at the principal’s words. The special class was located on the top floor of the most magnificent building in the Royal Academy.

The most prestigious families in the kingdom.

It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into the seating arrangements, as their children were all gathered in one place.

The moment they entered,

He came face to face with three people who were already seated.

Soon, the three pairs of eyes widened. It was Isera, who had appeared behind the duke.

This was because the spirit she had summoned was slumped over her shoulder like he had fainted.

“Take your seats.”

“Yes, sir!”

Ise-ra threw Milten onto the desk and sat down.

In the silence, Ethan met the eyes of the three people and said,

“I am Ethan. I will be in charge of your training for the next three months. Now, everyone, go to the training ground.”

“……”

With a brief self-introduction, Ethan led the special class out. Dorothy, who had been staring blankly at the desk, looked at Isa and asked.

“Um… Isa? What’s going on?”

“I was messing around and got taken down in one blow.”

Isa replied casually and ran after the duke.

“…”

Defeated in one blow.

It took a moment to understand what that meant.

Soon, the eyes of everyone facing each other turned to Milten, who was lying on the desk.

When they were called to the special class, they had laughed at the news that the duke would be their teacher.

His age, reputation, and skill.

They had nothing lacking.

At most, they might have lacked a title.

They were sure of that.

“This… The duke’s skills seem to be much higher than I thought…”

The famous Milten was defeated in one blow. If he was defeated so easily, there would be no difference in the outcome for them.

Someone spoke in the silence.

“… Oh, right. What should we do about Grand Duke Milton?”

“I think we should take him with us…”

Ise had already left the room.

“…

Carrying Milton,

the three men began to follow the duke.

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Training ground.

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The four people gathered there looked at the duke.

For whatever reason, no one dared to act rashly after hearing that Milten, who was considered the strongest among the late-stage practitioners, had been knocked out with a single blow.

“Before we begin the first lesson, we will hold a simple competition. It is a ranking battle.”

“A ranking battle?”

“It is exactly what it sounds like. I will evaluate your abilities and rank you. The winner will receive a reward, so do your best in battle.”

The duke then told them to pair up in twos.

“…”

A female and a male.

Ethan nodded when he saw that the pairs were naturally divided by gender.

“The format is simple. Each pair will fight once. You two.”

Ethan called out to the pair of men first.

“You two go first.”

He had checked their information beforehand, so he had a rough idea of their abilities.

Leon, the son of a renowned spearmaster.

And Zeross, the son of a renowned mage.

In short, a spearman and a mage.

The two men, who had been hesitating, soon separated themselves.

“Are there any restrictions? Like not using mana or anything…”

“Give it your all.”

“It could get dangerous…”

“I’ll stop if it gets too dangerous, so don’t worry about that.”

“…I understand. Mr. Zeross, I’ll do my best.”

“I’ll do my best too, Leon.”

The battle began.

The spearman rushed toward the mage.

Dozens of spells appeared in midair and flew toward the spearman.

At that moment.

A spear filled with golden energy began to devour the incoming spells one by one.

The subtlety of “block” and “grab.”

Block the opponent’s attack by pushing it outward or inward.

Flash!

The subtlety of ”stab.”

Along with the sound of the spear striking, a golden aura began to rush toward the mage.

The mage began to create dozens of layers of protective barriers against the spearman’s flashy thrusts.

Kwaaang!

The golden aura began to tear through the protective magic.

The duel between the two was of a high level and very spectacular.

It was clear from the students of the academy who had gathered one by one and were watching the duel with sparkling eyes.

“As expected of Prince Leon.”

“The title ‘Gun Saint’ is no exaggeration!”

“To use the subtleties of Ranachal so perfectly…”

While the students were expressing their admiration in their hearts, Ethan was expressing his admiration in the opposite way.

“It’s amazingly chaotic.”

When one’s skill level was low, spears were easy to use, but the higher the skill level, the more difficult they became to handle.

Its basic length was overwhelmingly longer than a sword, so precise control was necessary for accurate defense.

A sense of balance to distribute force evenly throughout the weapon was also one of the most important elements in wielding a spear.

In the end, the spear could be said to be the weapon where body control (shinpo) was the most important.

“You’ve developed bad habits.”

However, the spearman in front of him was using the spear by moving his arms flashily without properly understanding the movements of his body.

Until now, it wouldn’t have mattered. He was able to defeat his enemies by using techniques that looked flashy on the surface with the mana overflowing inside his body.

It was the same now.

The mage was overwhelmed by dozens of spear shadows rushing toward him, squeezing all the mana out of his body to defend himself.

But if he were to meet someone like himself who truly understood the subtleties of the art…

“One blow would be enough.”

Even with just a quick glance, the guy’s weaknesses were obvious.

There were more than 20 weaknesses.

If he hit just one of them, he would meet the same fate as Milten.

The spearmen were in the same mess as the mages.

It seemed as if he had spent his entire life training magic in a small room, completely unable to see his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.

“His footwork is also terrible.”

Mages usually had difficulty using their strength in close combat. That meant they had to have excellent footwork to avoid close combat.

It seemed like he had picked up something from his family, but he couldn’t put it into practice.

That’s why he was now looking this way, as if begging for his life.

“At least two of them are worth trying.”

His spear technique looked impressive.

Even his footwork, which was half-baked and lacked the subtlety of a magician, still had some of the essence of the 7th family’s techniques.

As soon as he saw it, he absorbed its core essence.

Ethan moved.

Bang!

Leon’s eyes widened as he saw a sword blocking the spear.

“…That was fast!”

All he heard was the sound of the wind passing by. When did he get to the center of the training ground?

“Enough. The spearman has won.”

“It’s not the spearman, it’s Leon…”

“Both of you, get in.”

The duke ignored the reluctant reply and dismissed them.

At that moment.

The magician in the back room bowed his head and said.

“It was a good fight, Leon. As expected… The title ‘Sword Saint’ is well-deserved.”

“Haha, no. Zeross’s magic is always impressive. The title ‘Magic Prince’ is no exaggeration. I’ve learned a thing or two from you.”

After such a disastrous battle, their words were filled with praise for each other.

It was almost as if the most important skill of the Seven Families was flattery.

The spearman and the backroom magician.

The more I looked at them, the more I felt my blood boil.

Originally, I had planned to start training after the ranking battle, but I couldn’t stand the boiling rage inside me any longer.

Ethan immediately stepped forward.

“Hey, spearman.”

“…Yes?”

“Give me your spear.”

“Why, all of a sudden…?”

Ethan immediately reached out his hand.

Leon, taken aback, quickly moved his spear, but it was a futile resistance. In an instant, the spear was in Ethan’s hand.

“You fight like a mess and then you say that?”

“What do you mean…!”

That was when it happened.

“This is how you block and grab.”

The spear began to bend flexibly, like a coiled snake.

“This is what you call a thrust.”

The moment the duke thrust his spear forward.

The spear moved so fast that it was incomparable to the single strike Leon had just made.

“…

Gulp.

Leon swallowed unconsciously.

Ran-na-chak.

Having wielded a spear all his life, he knew it the moment he saw it.

“…It’s different.”

His spear technique was different.

Even though it was the same movement, the duke’s spear technique contained subtle subtleties that Leon couldn’t understand. There was only one person who had ever made Leon feel this way.

Viscount Seiji.

It was his father.

“But why…?”

Was it because he saw the shadow of his father, who was called a master of the spear, in the duke?

And from a knight who wields a sword, no less. It was incomprehensible.

“What on earth are you doing? Even if you are the duke, you cannot ignore the secret spear technique of the marquis!”

“Use your waist when you twist your arm. Don’t twist the spear up and down, and don’t let the tip of the spear extend beyond the width of your body.”

“What are you talking about…”

“Try it. Right now.”

The duke’s face as he handed him the spear was bitterly cold. Leon took the spear, unconsciously breaking out in a cold sweat at the sight of him. The duke stared intently at him.

“…Think of it as being bitten by a mad dog.”

He thought it would be better to just give it a try. He thought he might end up like Milten if he made a mistake.

Leon remembered the duke’s words and consciously adjusted his posture before swinging the spear.

“…Huh?”

He could feel it instinctively.

The new posture was much more comfortable and free.

“What the…?”

“That’s better than before.”

Just one word of advice.

That one word made his spear technique so much smoother?

He couldn’t believe it.

Just then.

“Hey, four-eyes.”

“…Yes?”

“Come here.”

“…Yes.”

Zeros, wearing round glasses, cautiously approached the duke.

“Your footwork is terrible.”

“What do you mean…! Are you ignoring the footwork of the Marquis of Zenoris…!”

The duke continued speaking to the magician who was raging.

“When using footwork, don’t bend your knees like that. Increase your stride a little and use your right foot as your pivot instead of your left foot.”

“…”

“Try it. Right now.”

With his mouth tightly shut, Zeross glared at the duke, then sighed and began to use his footwork.

Soon, he opened his eyes wide.

“What the…!”

It was different from before.

His movements were much smoother.

To exaggerate a bit, it felt as though he had become the wind itself.

Zeros and Leon.

Their gazes naturally met.

‘Lord Changseong too?’

‘Could it be… the Magic Prince as well?’

The two exchanged a silent conversation, staring blankly at the duke.