I Regressed to My Ruined Family

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 275

＃When I returned, my family was ruined (276)

Day 3 of special training.

This was a precious time that could not be exchanged for gold for the executives.

Even the lowest-achieving cadre were able to embody the body of a worshiper beyond a demigod through constant potion support and Ethan’s training.

Theron, who achieved the fastest results, has already reached the stage where he can not only implement tolerance throughout his body, but also freely control the strength and weakness of specific areas.

For example, the fingernails that were grazing Ethan’s face right now were like that.

The body that could be created with the potion he gave only had fingernails up to 4 meters long.

However, the fingernails that grew on Theron’s hands reached 5 meters in length. It was a change to the original shape.

If you lack skill, there is a lot of potential for problems. But Theron was different. The extremely high level of implementation was so good that even Ethan had no choice but to give it a passing grade.

At most, the distance is as small as a small piece of cotton wool. Ethan said, easily dodging the barrage that passed by his ear.

“The concentration rate in the 11 o’clock, 3 o’clock and 7 o’clock directions is much lower than in other areas.”

Instead of a new sword, he held out the wooden sword he was holding. There was a very small amount of mana wrapped around the tip of the wooden sword. However, just because the amount of mana was small, it was not an attack that could be taken lightly.

Because the subject of mana was the Transcendent. It is the mana of someone who has reached a level called the human limit in one field. There was no way that power was ordinary.

A wooden sword stabbing towards the upper left part of the fingernail. Theron frowned.

‘Quick.’

It did not implement acceptance, nor was it utilizing white flame.

Nevertheless, the duke’s movements were too fast. There was no doubt that he had close to perfect control of each muscle.

It must be a sight that can be seen because the body moves spontaneously just by thinking about it.

He hastily blocked the mana heading towards his grasp. The fingernails, which were nearly 5 meters long, quickly began to shrink in size. Moving your mana is much more responsive than moving your body.

The wooden sword barely grazed the shrunken nails. The wooden sword, which naturally continued to pursue downwards at the same speed as the nails were shrinking, finally delivered a dull shock to his hand.

Even though it was a weapon handled by a transcendental person, it was only a wooden sword at best. A wooden sword that any training knight could handle normally, with nothing special about it. On the other hand, the nail that struck him was the body of a dragon race into which a master who had reached the level of a superhuman had poured all of his mana into it. Even if you bring an ordinary villager, you can immediately tell which weapon is superior.

Nevertheless, the result of the collision was very different from common sense. Although the wooden sword was intact, the worshiper’s fingernails, which were realized with superhuman strength, were broken like wooden sticks.

However, none of the executives watching the two men’s sparring had any doubts about the result.

This was because they had a vivid experience of being suppressed like that, and they also knew that the duke’s swordsmanship skills were at their peak.

The training that lasted for three days was enough to make emergency meals a normal part of daily life.

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“…Thank you for the guidance.”

Theron bowed his head. The eldest brother was definitely right. The part that was stabbed with a wooden sword collapsed very easily.

The aftermath did not simply end in areas where the concentration rate was weak. The shock spread out like a ripple, ruining the entire appearance of both hands like cracked glass.

The hands, whose shape began to become distorted, began to take on a grotesque shape that did not belong to the worshiper but was a mixture of several living things.

Fear began to form in Theron’s heart as he witnessed the scene himself. Among the numerous executives in this position, he was the one who most successfully embodied the body of a dragon race. So far, there has never been a single implementation failure.

What’s more, the implementation is so broken. Perhaps due to my rapidly shaking mind, my mana started to become sticky and tangled like a twisted skein of thread.

So fast that I can’t even remember what my arm really was anymore. Ethan, who saw this, shouted at his younger brother.

“Wake! “Are you going to do this in real life?”

“…Huh!”

A voice filled with mana echoed like thunder in Theron’s ears. I came to my senses. I looked at my arm.

‘…This is not my arm.’

It is just a body made of mana. If you return the mana wrapped around your arm back into the hole, it will return to its original shape as if it had never happened before. I started to unravel the tangled mana.

If there had been no interference, the arm would have quickly returned to its original state. It had been a long time since I calmed down my embarrassment with my eldest brother’s reprimand.

But Theron couldn’t do that.

The reason was simple. This was because Ethan’s wooden sword did not slow down the attack.

Yes, it was.

Although this was a sparring battle, it was actually a battle close to actual fighting. If this is real. What if you faced such a crisis in such a situation?

Since the situation is so hopeless, will you choose death right away? It wasn’t.

I did not enter the black society with the intention of facing such a trivial death at best. Willingness to work hard for Ardan, even if it is in the shadows. He decided to join with that thought alone.

I can’t believe my heart was shaken so much by just one small crisis.

I couldn’t even believe it myself. It was even more so because I had been watching the executives’ sparring over the past hour. Were there just one or two executives whose implementation was awry?

It wasn’t. Nine times out of ten, it all happened that way. That was the same even for black socialist Decal. The Duke’s swordsmanship, repeatedly stabbing his weak points, ended up destroying his hand, just like his own.

In the end, I faced defeat without being able to overcome it.

As he looked at that scene, he imagined hundreds of times what he could do to keep it from collapsing.

I couldn’t let it get eaten by my arm without even showing it.

‘Wake!’

I repeated it loudly in my head. Then the agitation in my heart began to subside little by little. I dodged my eldest brother’s sword with much calmer emotions.

Each trajectory of the wooden sword was so difficult that he could only avoid it by moving with all his might.

The moment you were hit directly by that sword, it was virtually the same as facing death.

This is actual practice, not practice.

This was something Ethan had made the executives aware of before they started sparring. Nevertheless, he implicitly reprimanded himself for letting his mind relax, saying it was a sparring match with his eldest brother.

If he was helplessly stabbed with a wooden sword like this, it would be the same as revealing his incompetence to the world.

That could never happen.

The executives of the Black Society already knew that he was the Duke’s younger brother. In other words, being seen as incompetent was tantamount to tarnishing Ardan’s name. Theron didn’t want that to the point of shuddering. Desperation moved my body.

While releasing the mana that was twisted like a vine through both arms, he doggedly dodged his older brother’s wooden sword.

The unavoidable attack was blocked by raising an arm.

Ethan nodded silently.

The sparring taking place now could actually be seen as a real battle.

If a wooden sword grazed your shoulder, it would be the same as having one of your arms cut off. Of course, that arm cannot be used in the subsequent sparring.

That’s how the decal suffered.

After being stabbed in the weak spot, the arm’s appearance was completely destroyed. His response was to somehow avoid the wooden sword. However, avoiding an attack with an uncontrolled arm was nearly impossible.

In the end, the result of excessive dodging was revealed to be getting hit on the shoulder with a wooden sword. Since it was no different from having his arm cut off, from then on he was helpless and had no choice but to be hit by attacks.

Is it because I saw that scene clearly?

Theron’s reaction was different from Decal’s. Rather, the guy was fighting with the wooden sword using his unstable arms.

‘That’s a good response.’

Because the guy’s arm was unstable now, its destructive power had doubled. It is a very powerful weapon to use in attack and defense.

bang!

Ethan said after checking the rebound force felt by the wooden sword.

“You can bump into me up to seven times.”

Seven times.

It was the number of attacks and defenses that the unstable arm could withstand. Theron’s eyes sparkled. I thought that if this much mana was gathered, it would be worthy of clashing with the Sword of the Transcendent.

‘My judgment was right.’

If I hadn’t had enough strength, I would have said my arm was already cut off. The key now was how to utilize the seven clashes to extend the holding time.

‘You only get one chance.’

His eyes sparkled. It appeared as if he was holding on as long as he could. My eldest brother’s swordsmanship was so magical that even if I wanted to avoid an attack, I had no choice but to constantly face moments where I couldn’t. In less than two minutes after Ethan spoke, a total of six collisions occurred.

Nevertheless, exclamations of exclamation erupted from the executives who were watching the two people sparring.

“It’s been more than 3 minutes?”

“Hoeju lasted for two minutes, right?”

“So… it’s a new record?”

Theron, who is currently sparring, was the only person to last more than 3 minutes against Gaju.

While I was looking at Dalian like that.

“…Huh? Could that be…?”

“…!”

Everyone was surprised.

The reason was simple. This was because I saw a round shape flying into the air. It was a very familiar item to them.

A magic bomb that sucks in all the surrounding air and explodes in a gigantic instant.

In the meantime, the bomb had already reached the back of the duke’s head.

Pfft!

Immediately afterwards, a huge shock wave exploded. A new form of a person was visible through the haze.

It was a duke.

A transparent membrane had formed behind his back. He protected his body through mana. However, it was impossible to prevent the body from leaning forward. Because the magic bomb exploded at close range had a certain amount of physical power.

In front of him was Theron. And that too with a hand stabbed towards the heart. The blade-like hand blade had already reached one side of his chest. But the Duke looked fine. However, the area around the heart was burning with flame.

This was because the immortal body was used.

Theron stepped back without any hesitation.

My eldest brother dealt with numerous executives but never used technology. Only he made it that way.

Perhaps that was why the satisfaction welled up inside my body.

“I lost.”

“Is that a magic bomb given to executives?”

“you’re right.”

“You have to use everything given to you. Excellent, I passed.”

There was no mention of not using the item, but even so…

no one ever thought of using the magic bomb on the head of the family.

Therefore, this scene was a refreshing shock to everyone.

The same was true for Ethan, who experienced the bomb firsthand.