The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

He will be at a disadvantage and will face a tough battle, but he will not lose.

If this world needs heroes, this is probably the kind of person they are.

After spending a lot of time with Felix, Viña began to doubt Jessica's judgment.

From any perspective, Felix is ​​far more suitable than himself to succeed the Silver Wolf Class.

Moreover, this kid is much easier to fool than I am; if I get tricked into going in, I'll probably help him count the money.

"You're too weak, Venus."

A piercing sound suddenly rang out.

"So weak that you need someone to take care of your fragile self-esteem."

"Those who can't see the difference in strength are truly pathetic."

One sarcastic remark after another poured from the man's mouth.

I remember this person, Wiener.

"Garcia."

Wiener called out the man's name.

"Oh, you still remember me." Garcia's smile became increasingly sarcastic.

Chapter 51 Sword Skill Zero Flash

"What you said is a bit excessive, classmate."

Felix tried to smooth things over.

“I haven’t even said anything to you yet, Felix. Why are you using a sword?” Garcia said bluntly.

In his view, Felix, who had achieved a 20-game winning streak in ranking matches and was more skilled with guns, was betraying the team by not practicing with guns and instead learning swordsmanship.

"Why not?" Felix was completely bewildered.

He just felt this person was being unreasonable; why did he have to interfere with what weapons he used?

Even though no one provoked him, he acted so aggressively. If he dared to say another word about Wiener, he would teach him a lesson.

Felix is ​​ready to make a move.

"This is a waste of your talent." Garcia looked at him with disappointment. "A sword, a weapon that looks good but is useless, is not for someone like you!"

"Uh..."

Felix couldn't figure out whether this person was praising him or insulting him.

"Is your arrogance as a nobleman a sign of your fondness for judging others?" Vena finally spoke.

"Arrogance? Wrong. It is a nobleman's duty to guide lost commoners. I will prove it to you, Felix."

Garcia planted the iron spear behind him into the ground and walked straight toward Vina, speaking into his mouth.

"I'm going to challenge you."

Dude, if you want to prove something, go fight Felix. What does beating me prove?

Wiener couldn't understand this person's thought process at all.

"Didn't you see that Vena is sparring with me? If you like cutting in line, I'll be your opponent."

Even someone as good-natured as Felix got angry at this moment.

“The outcome is clearly decided between you two. Besides, this matter isn’t up to you; it depends on what the parties involved think.” Garcia remained unmoved.

"You ran away from the last duel, and this is just a friendly spar between classmates. Are you planning to refuse again, Vena?"

"If you don't even have this much courage, you might as well apply to withdraw from school yourself, so as not to embarrass the college."

"if--"

“Okay, I accept,” Viner interrupted.

Knowing that the other party had come prepared, Wiener decided not to continue making excuses.

He had thought this day would come when the two of them had a falling out in class, but he never expected the other person to lose his temper after only a few days.

"...You do have some courage."

Seeing that Vena was unusually agreeable, Garcia nodded, pulled the gun from the ground, and got into position.

The tense atmosphere that quickly escalated naturally attracted the attention of those around them.

Many people stopped what they were doing and made way for a large circle to allow onlookers to gather.

Some busybodies even started explaining the background to others.

When they learned that one of them was the mysterious blacksmith Vina who had been the subject of much speculation recently, even more people gathered around.

"Don't delay any longer." Seeing that Vena was still hesitant to draw his sword, Garcia's patience had run out, and he couldn't help but urge him on.

“I’m actually ready,” Venere replied calmly, brandishing his sword. “You can attack at any time.”

His sword remained in its sheath and had not been drawn.

This was nothing short of blatant mockery in Garcia's eyes, further fueling his anger.

"Don't use being unprepared as an excuse when you lose," Garcia said in a low, unfriendly tone.

“It’s okay, you’ll see.” Vina ignored Garcia’s trash talk and focused on his gun.

Garcia held a training iron spear, which was 1.8 meters long from tip to end, shorter than the wax steel spear made by Wiener.

The shaft was made of stiff wood, and in Wiener's view, it should be classified as a spear.

While stiff clubs are not as flexible as soft clubs, they are easier to control.

The most suitable actions for this type of spear shaft are thrusting and parrying.

After quickly processing this information in his mind, Wiener had already come up with a solution.

Snapped!

The two of them started moving at the same time, without prior arrangement.

One person was moving forward, and the other was moving backward.

Garcia pressed forward relentlessly, thrusting his spear with each step.

Vera, taking advantage of the initial distance between them, kept increasing the distance and dodging backward.

"Huh, clown."

Vina is not as fast as Garcia, and he is behind Garcia. If things continue as they are, it won't be long before Garcia catches up with him.

Even so, he still seemed to have no intention of drawing his sword.

This attitude caused the last thread of reason in Garcia's mind to snap completely.

Garcia abruptly pulled back his gun.

Sheathing the spear is for a better thrust.

This is a sign that he is about to unleash a series of thrusting attacks with his gun.

This was the moment that Wiener had been waiting for.

At the moment Garcia sheathed his gun, Vena advanced instead of retreating, pressing down the scabbard with his right hand and reaching for the hilt with his left.

Sword Skill - Zero Flash

The sword light flashed by in an instant; it was a high-speed slash that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

By the time Garcia felt a chill on his chest, Vena had already straightened the sword and sheathed it.

"The outcome is decided," Wiener declared.

Garcia's clothes were ripped open with a long tear; any closer and some color would have been left on his body.

If Garcia hadn't been so eager to win that he used his skills too carelessly, Vena wouldn't have had a chance to find an opening to counterattack.

If Vena had struck any harder, Garcia would have thrust his spear forward without hesitation, for only the last one standing would be the victor.

However, Wiener chose to end the exchange by stopping short of making a move.

At least in the eyes of others, this time Wiener showed mercy.

If we continue to argue, then this competition will no longer be a friendly exchange.

The cool breeze that brushed against his chest was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the anger in Garcia's heart.

"...I lost." Garcia dropped his gun and conceded defeat. "What are you going to do about it?"

He was prepared to be humiliated.

But it doesn't matter, the humiliation I suffer now will be repaid a hundredfold in the future.

"It would be better if we made some kind of bet before the match. Raising the price at the last minute is just too unfair," Viner said, feigning regret.

“Alright then,” Viner clapped her hands, as if making a huge concession, “After all, you started this whole thing, so an apology shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

"That simple?" Garcia asked, puzzled.

Although it was embarrassing to lose a sparring match in front of everyone, he would never deny it.

Since they've already admitted defeat, an apology seems to make no difference.

"I'm sorry, Wiener."

“Not to me, but to him.” Viner shook her head and pointed at Felix.

“You say that using a sword is a waste of his talent, but I don’t think so, and Felix wouldn’t agree either.”

"What suits you best is the best."

Felix's talent in swordsmanship surpasses his talent in spearmanship, a fact that Wiener can vouch for.

Having lost to the sword he himself considered useless, Garcia naturally couldn't maintain his previous arrogant demeanor.

He then turned to Felix and apologized: "I'm sorry, Felix."

"besides--"

"Are you ever going to stop?"

Garcia looked at Vina with displeasure, having anticipated the mockery and sarcasm on her face.

Unexpectedly, Wiener offered his advice very seriously.

"I think an axe might be more suitable for you than a gun."

“I will consider it,” Garcia replied.

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Chapter 52 Wiener never fights a battle unprepared.

The two stopped there, and the situation did not escalate further, so there was no follow-up.

With no more shows to watch, the audience members left to continue practicing the martial arts techniques they had just learned.

The name Vina carries more weight in the minds of many people.

"Vina, that move you just made was so cool!" Felix quickly came over and asked, "When did you learn that?"

"Heh, you want to learn?" Venere picked up the scabbard he had temporarily discarded when he was using Zero Flash, and said in a pretentious manner.

While intellectual dominance no longer gave him any sense of accomplishment, gaining recognition from his opponent in terms of martial arts skills was, to be honest, a little satisfying.

It's like a poor student who copies homework every day, but when they finally do their own homework, they get the teacher's approval and their work is even used as a model to be read aloud.

“Great, great!” Felix’s eyes sparkled. “Vina, demonstrate it again, and I should be able to learn it.”

"...But suddenly I don't want to teach anymore."

Upon hearing Felix's Versailles-esque remarks, Wiener's good mood vanished.

"No, how could this be?"