The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Chapter 190 Attack Exam (1)

The final exam of the midterms had begun. Students and golems faced each other on the vast circular training ground. On the opposite side of the training ground, a professor stood alone.

The golem that each student faced replicated the professor’s movements precisely. Swish—thud! When the professor swung his right arm, the golem mirrored the motion. If the professor leaped, the golem leaped alongside.

In this way, the professor controlled his distant “avatar” golem to confront the students. This added a handicap, as the sense of distance became crucial in this scenario.

Soon, the practical test commenced, and students in the training ground faced the golems. Students had to exert all their strength against golems mimicking the professors’ martial arts.

Meanwhile, the attack exam divided sections based on the attendance list. A specific professor was assigned to handle Zones A and B, and each professor faced around a hundred students.

Naturally, various professors controlled golems, resulting in diverse golem combat styles. Professors with a calm disposition directed golems defensively, while those with a quick and aggressive temperament operated golems aggressively.

Therefore, students memorized their position on the attendance list and identified the professor in charge, studying their combat style in advance.

This testing method was devised by the Academy’s founding headmaster, emphasizing that knowing and analyzing the person who would teach you before learning increases educational effectiveness.

On the other hand,

“Yah!”

The first time Tudor stood on the exam stage, he vigorously wielded a spear. Paat! A shimmering aura exploded from the spear’s tip. If this were a real human-to-human duel, even the strongest professor wouldn’t be able to unleash such a lively attack.

However, the opponent was a golem, and the real professor controlled it safely from a distance.

Thus, Tudor thrust his spear without hesitation.

Kwak! Wujik!

The golem, which had been exuding magical energy, retreated backward as Tudor’s aura struck it. However,

“It’s still far.”

A familiar voice flowed from the golem’s mouth.

Professor Banshee Morg, a prominent candidate for the Academy’s vice headmaster, was far away on the training ground, yet he accurately gauged the distance to Tudor and controlled the golem.

Shaaaah!

As the golem’s fingers moved, thorny vines grew rapidly around Tudor.

“Huh!?” The moment Tudor lowered his head,

“The vines are fake.”

The golem controlled by Banshee immediately sent a giant fist flying.

Tudor barely twisted his waist to avoid it, but

“The fist is also fake.”

The sole of the golem’s foot, kicking backward, was unavoidable.

Pffung!

Tudor collapsed on the spot.

As Tudor, covered in dirt, was thrust out of bounds, the shadow of the golem loomed eerily over him.

The sound of Professor Banshee licking his lips echoed through the golem’s mouth.

“Did you think, just because I’m a magician, I wouldn’t use my fists and feet?”

“Uh… yes.”

“The purpose of combat is ‘victory.’ Just because I’m a magician doesn’t mean I pursue ‘victory with magic.’ To win, you should be able to use anything, whether it’s a fist, a foot, or teeth.”

“Thank you for the lesson.”

Although Professor Banshee was a disagreeable character, the content of his teachings proved to be immensely helpful.

Tudor politely nodded his head and left the arena.

Ding!

“The scores have been calculated.”

Gradually, Tudor’s scores appeared on the status window due to the magic effect.

[Cold Department Class A-001, Freshman ‘Tudor Donquixote’]

[Assigned Professor: Banshee Morg]

-Effective Hits: 12 times (1 point each)

-Effective Evasion: 20 times (1 point each)

-Effective Defense: 3 times (1 point each)

-Critical Hits: 0 times (10 points each)

=Total Score: 35 points

A total score of 35 points, an outstanding achievement. Among the first-year students, it was undoubtedly the highest score.

“Great!”

Tudor raised both hands high and shouted in triumph. Successfully landing 12 effective hits on the golem controlled by Banshee and elegantly dodging its attacks 20 times, along with blocking the golem’s attacks three times, contributed to his score.

Although he didn’t manage to land a critical hit against Banshee’s adeptly moving golem, it didn’t matter. After all, professors, masters of combat, wouldn’t allow critical hits from students.

Tudor bowed in greeting to Dolores, the student council president, who was watching from afar. The information Dolores provided about the combat style of Professor Banshee, Tudor’s assigned instructor, proved to be a significant help.

Although he didn’t know about the kick until the end, it was still helpful.

“Still, it’s fortunate that my score is better than those triplets from Baskerville.”

Tudor chuckled as he looked towards the opposite side of the arena. There, three figures—Highbro, Middlebro, and Lowbro—stood with their fists raised. For reference, Highbro scored 34 points, while Middlebro and Lowbro both scored 33 points, dominating the top two positions until Tudor appeared.

Tudor provocatively taunted the triplets, saying, “Hey, how does it feel to be overshadowed by me?”

However,

“….”

“….”

“….”

For some reason, the triplets from Basketville showed no reaction to Tudor’s provocation. They simply stood still, like wooden chickens. Confused by the lack of response from his peers, Tudor awkwardly stuck his tongue out.

“What’s up with those guys? They’re always ready for a fight, but now they won’t even respond to a challenge?”

Although Tudor couldn’t figure out why the Baskerville triplets had suddenly become like this, he thought it worked out well, anyway.

But, Tudor’s provocation was misunderstood by someone unexpected.

“Damn it! That Tudor is irritating!”

Bianca. She was rolling her eyes while glaring at Tudor.

[Cold Department Class B-001, Freshman ‘Bianca Usher’]

[Assigned Professor: Banshee Morg]

-Effective Hits: 7 times (1 point each)

-Effective Evasion: 24 times (1 point each)

-Effective Defense: 0 times (1 point each)

-Critical Hits: 0 times (10 points each)

=Total Score: 31 points

As an archer, Bianca was at a disadvantage in one-on-one combat like this, especially against a golem that felt no pain.

“Ugh! To be surpassed by Tudor! It’s all because the exam structure is messed up. It’s unfair for archers. The balance is a mess!”

“What? Why didn’t you bring up the balance issue when you were getting points here and there in the defense exam?”

“Why bring up the defense exam now when there’s nothing to say?”

“Maybe it’s better to have nothing to say.”

Tudor and Bianca began bickering over their scores once again.

And around that time,

“Wahaha! How about that, you fools!”

The vice leader Hot Department, Granola, emerged triumphantly after finishing the exam.

[Hot Department Class A-001, Freshman ‘Granola de Libaiordon’]

[Assigned Professor: Banshee Morg]

-Effective Hits: 11 times (1 point each)

-Effective Evasion: 22 times (1 point each)

-Effective Defense: 2 times (1 point each)

-Critical Hits: 0 times (10 points each)

=Total Score: 35 points

He finished the exam with the same score as Tudor, the top scorer in the Cold Department. It seemed like he received higher scores than expected, probably because the original instructor, Professor Banshee, was in charge of the exam.

So, luck was on his side.

Granola, amidst cheers from his Hot Department peers, looked at Tudor.

“Is it a tie now? Our midterm scores are quite similar, right?”

“Where are you comparing? We set a new record in the defense exam.”

“Individual scores were neck and neck. And don’t forget, my written exam score is higher than yours!”

Tudor chuckled in response to Granola’s boastful attitude.

“1:1 showdown. If it’s in a one-on-one martial arts battle against a golem, even I might not be as strong as a certain someone.”

“….!”

Finally, Granola’s expression stiffened at those words.

Indeed. Even the arrogant Granola had to be wary of talents beyond Tudor and Bianca. There were more threatening individuals than Tudor and Bianca.

Specifically, ‘Sancho Barataria’ from the Cold Department.

Tudor cheerfully exclaimed, “Sancho is a Northern warrior who can defeat bears with just his bare body, even without a bit of mana! Moreover, with unlimited mana and unlimited killing power in an attack exam, what do you think the result will be? It will be on a different level than when he used to beat up bears!”

At that, Granola and the other Hot department students made uncomfortable sounds and averted their gaze.

They acknowledged it as well.

Among the Cold Department and Hot Department, Sancho was expected to have the highest score in this attack exam.

“As expected, Sancho will be the first in the Cold Department, right?”

“That’s right. Have you seen his build? His fist is bigger than my head.”

“He can probably tear apart golems with sheer strength, right?”

“Maybe he’ll set a record for individual scores.”

All students were murmuring with similar opinions.

However,

The subsequent event shocked all students in the Cold Department and Hot department.

…Thud!

Sancho, covered in blood, weakly dropped to his knees. Then, the status window reflecting the harsh reality appeared.

[Cold Department Department Class A-172, Freshman ‘Sancho Barataria’]

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-Effective Hits: 8 times (1 point each)

-Effective Evasion: 9 times (1 point each)

-Effective Defense: 0 times (1 point each)

-Critical Hits: 0 times (10 points each)

=Total Score: 17 points

The score was absurd. He managed to land only 8 effective hits and evade just 9 times. Moreover, there was zero effective defense, meaning he was directly hit by almost every attack. A total score of 17 points was well below average. Even students capable of achieving scores in the late 30s received much lower than expected results. Sancho, who could normally achieve high scores, barely managed to score this low. After completing the exam, Sancho immediately collapsed, his body badly battered.

The bruises and bloodstains scattered across him added to the already grim atmosphere of the examination site.

“Sancho!”

Seeing his injured condition, Dolores rushed over. She supported the staggering Sancho and began to cast healing spells.

Immediately, students gathered around Sancho and Dolores. Leading the group was Tudor, Sancho’s roommate and close friend.

“S-Sancho! Are you okay!?”

“I’m fine. President cast a healing spell. It’s okay.”

Sancho’s deep sigh revealed his disappointment for failing the exam and his guilt for not upholding the honor of the Cold Department.

“…”

A vein popped on Dolores’ forehead. After patting Sancho’s back a few times, she stood up and glared at the professor standing on the other side of the arena—the controller of the golem that had just attacked Sancho.

A sinister laugh echoed, hiding beneath it an intense decadence and world-weariness.

‘Sadi de Sade,’ also known as ‘Ms. Sadi,’ the young professor rated as the worst at Colosseum Academy.

“Ho ho ho, how boring.”

Her laughter was raspy, but beneath it was a deep sense of contempt.

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