Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 88 Teaching Sophia a Lesson

Kroenke returned to the Ludwig mansion.

He leaned back in the study's recliner, legs crossed, with a cup of lemon honey tea beside him.

"Two weeks from now, the Duchy of Eton will be meeting with the high-ranking members of the Advent Church—and they will most likely have to go alone, otherwise they might alert the enemy—"

Kroenke was a bit of a headache, wondering how he had inexplicably become a high-ranking member of two organizations.

What troubled him even more was that he wasn't sure if he would be exposed when they actually met.

"Never mind, there's still plenty of time."

Kroenke shook his head, opened the system panel, and decided to add points to himself first.

[Spirit Lv40 (0/7000)]

【Mana Lv40 (0/7000)】

Strength Lv20 (0/560)

[Constitution: Lv25 (400/960)]

[Current points: 36000!]

Looking at the 36,000 points on his system panel, he was caught in a happy dilemma.

He had never fought such a lucrative battle in his life.

Krenk hesitated for a moment, then added some to the power.

He knew that of the latter two attributes, the change in physical constitution was the most obvious.

Even though Sistine had accepted that Alice had made her level up quickly, she still felt that it shouldn't be too fast or abnormal.

Therefore, choosing to add the Strength attribute, which has less noticeable external changes, would be more appropriate.

[You have spent 9200 points, and your Strength Level has been upgraded to Lv30]

[Remaining points: 26800!]

Krenk raised his power by a whole level in one go.

The next moment, Krenk felt the muscles in his arms and thighs suddenly cave inward, as if he were having a cramp.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through him, and Krenk's body instantly stiffened, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

This is a necessary process of change in the body itself, and even Alice cannot alleviate it.

Kroenke gasped, inwardly wishing he had added it little by little.

Krenk looked down and saw what looked like countless tiny insects crawling beneath his skin; it was muscle fibers reorganizing, changing towards greater density and efficiency.

The intense pain lasted for nearly a thousand minutes before gradually subsiding.

Krenk wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

At the same time, hunger struck him, as if he hadn't eaten nine meals, his belly so flat it was almost touching his spine.

Kroenke left the study.

Dinner was ready just then.

Kroenke went to the table, picked up a whole roasted suckling pig, and started eating.

Seeing the roast suckling pig devoured in no time, leaving only the skeleton, Sofia stared wide-eyed, holding a half-eaten chicken leg, and exclaimed, "Brother, you—you—what is this—"

Krenk glanced at Sophia, as if he had just thought of something: "Oh, right, after you finish eating, practice your swordsmanship with me."

Seeing the look of fear that flashed across Sophia's face, Krenk waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's not the same kind of grueling training as before. Just two or three rounds of sparring will be fine."

"Phew, that scared me to death," Sophia said, pressing her chest with relief.

Then, she flashed a wicked smile: "Brother, why do you suddenly want to spar with me seriously? Did the grueling training before give you the confidence to beat me?"

Eat well.

Kroenke rolled his eyes at her.

"Hehe, don't let me beat you up and make you cry."

Sophia stretched out her fair, delicate feet, her toes teasing Krenk's knees.

Kroenke slapped Sophia's instep, and her fair instep instantly turned red.

"Waaaaaaah!"

Sofia clutched her foot and made a Tom Cat-like meow.

"It hurts so much! Bro, how could you hit me so hard?!"

"I'll teach you to be cheeky."

Kroenke got up to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, Krenk looked at Sophia, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, and said, "I'll wait for you outside. Come on over when you're done eating."

Krenk thought for a moment, then patted Sophia's head as if patting a watermelon: "You touched your feet, go wash your hands too, then eat."

"oh."

Sofia went to the restroom to wash her hands with a dejected look on her face.

Thirty minutes later.

A black crow landed on the pine trees in the front yard, cawing loudly, its round, black eyes staring curiously at the two people on the training field.

"Have you rested well?"

Krenk asked.

"Um."

Sophia stared at Krenk with a deep, unsettling gaze. It seemed that the blow had really hurt her, and she was planning to retaliate on the training field.

Sofia puffed out her cheeks: "Brother, I won't hold back this time."

"Yeah, me too."

Kroenke smiled slightly.

After saying that, Krenk took a step to the side, pointing the blade of his wooden sword at Sophia.

Seeing the change in Krenk's demeanor, Sophia was taken aback, and her eyes flickered slightly.

It was just a moment, but it was enough.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Sophia was stunned, Krenk lowered his center of gravity and exerted force with his legs.

Magic flowed through his body, and the force of his thrust traveled up his tailbone segment by segment, converging in his right hand. There was no follow-up or change; it was just a simple straight thrust, yet it contained overwhelming power.

Even the dullest blade emitted a wailing sound as it sliced ​​through the air with this single thrust.

By the time Sophia realized what was happening, Krenk's sword was already inches away.

Sofia pulled with her right hand, trying to block, but she instantly realized that in just a moment of distraction, she had already lost the best opportunity to block. Under the opponent's terrifying offensive, all her moves seemed to be choked and she could not use them. There was no room to dodge or retreat.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Sophia chose to risk facing Krenk's straight thrust and flashed to within three feet of him.

Facing death, in the instant that Krenk's sword missed its mark, Sophia gained a tremendous opening.

"Brother, your sword isn't fast enough, and it's not ruthless enough!"

Sofia smiled slightly.

She tucked in her stomach, stepped forward, turned to the side, and spun on the ground with one leg as the axis. The wooden sword was propelled by the power of her waist as she turned, drawing a bright arc.

This is a chopping technique that requires no sprinting or force; it only requires a powerful spin.

Krenk flipped his wrist and, without thinking, struck Sophia's slash with the end of his sword hilt.

For a skilled swordsman, it's not just the blade and edge that can be used in combat; even the guard, hilt, and grip can be utilized.

Kroenke's sword hilt slammed into Sophia's sword.

A heavy force traveled along the sword, and a numbing sensation spread through Sophia's right arm.

Sofia, who had been grinning, suddenly stopped smiling.

No, bro, how come you've suddenly become so strong?

From this brief handover alone, Sofia deduced—

We need to play this game seriously.

Having trained with Sistine for a long time, Sofia was not lacking in ways to deal with strong opponents. With just a flick of her wrist, the wooden sword slipped like an eel, absorbing the force.

Her wooden sword flew diagonally, aiming for the opponent's shoulder.

This move makes the most of the sword's length, and her grip is different from usual; she deliberately has her thumb grip the side of the hilt instead of holding it tightly.

If Krenk tilts her shoulder, she can simultaneously pull her little finger and ring finger inward. At this time, the hilt will rotate around her palm in the gap between her loose thumb, and the blade will instantly change direction like a katanaist. With the help of a horizontal swing, at the very least, it can slash her chest.

However, Kroenke found the only weakness in their almost certain victory attempt.

Krenk simply lowered his left hip, suddenly raised his right leg, and slammed his knee into the flat blade of the sword.

Because her thumb was half-loose, Sophia couldn't hold the sword at all. A strong force sent the sword flying into the air, followed by a whip kick from Krenk. Sophia lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

You underestimated your opponent.