Dragonslayer’s Class Regression Chapter 84

Chapter 84

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The shockwave shook the connected ropes, causing several knights to lose balance and fall.

Zeke and Helen were pushed back to opposite ends, standing on pillars where the ropes were tied.

Helen took her stance with her sword.

Then she immediately jumped into the air and swung her sword at Zeke.

Dragon Slaying Technique Style

Steel Technique

Armor Splitter

Helen brought down her sword with enough force to split Zeke in half.

Zeke blocked Helen’s sword with Bahamut.

Clash!

Bahamut and Helen’s sword collided with a sharp sound.

Zeke gritted his teeth at the force felt from Helen’s sword.

‘If it weren’t for Bahamut, my sword would have been cut.’

Only because Bahamut had the indestructible attribute could it withstand Helen’s Steel Technique.

“Haah!”

Zeke shouted and deflected Helen’s sword.

Then he immediately kicked off the pillar and lunged toward Helen, swinging his sword.

Dragon Slaying Technique Form

Wind Storm Technique

Wind Slash

The Wind Storm Technique passed down by Duke wasn’t just about footwork.

It was swordsmanship that combined footwork with Dragon Slaying Technique Styles, executed with an extremely trained body.

That was the true secret of the Wind Storm Technique.

Helen, suspended in mid-air, twisted her body while gripping her sword tightly against Zeke’s sharp blade.

Then she spread aura throughout her body.

Dragon Slaying Technique Form

Steel Technique

Wall Surrounding

In Zeke’s past life, Helen Draker was famous for her defensive rather than offensive swordsmanship.

Proving that reputation, Zeke’s Wind Slash scattered without penetrating Helen’s solid defense.

Zeke and Helen both stood on single ropes again, pointing swords at each other in a standoff.

All spectators focused on their high-level duel.

“As expected of Zeke Draker. Skills worthy of the continent’s greatest genius.”

“Who is Elin Sabrina? Was there another skilled female knight besides Reina Draker?”

Ignoring the spectators’ murmurs, Zeke and Helen closed their distance.

Just as they reached sword-striking distance…

Ding!

A bell rang loudly.

The match time had ended.

Gareth came up to the arena and declared the end of the match.

“This concludes the second round. The third round will proceed with the remaining eight people.”

Eight people would compete in the quarterfinals: Zeke’s group of four, Helen, and three people from Jiemens’ side including Edward.

Zeke and Helen lowered their swords.

After thinking briefly, Zeke spoke to Helen.

“I look forward to seeing you again in the third round, Helen Draker.”

Helen was surprised when Zeke said her real name.

“…You knew?”

“We’re siblings after all, I should at least know your face.”

Actually, he didn’t.

If he hadn’t seen Helen Draker’s portrait in his past life, he wouldn’t have recognized her.

Helen nodded at Zeke and sheathed her sword.

She said to him.

“See you in the third round.”

Zeke and Helen descended from the wrestling ring amid spectator cheers.

The Agamemnon side cheered while chanting Zeke’s name.

“Zeke! Zeke!”

Zeke waved to the audience as he left the arena.

* * *

After the second round, Zeke’s group gathered at the mansion for a long-awaited rest.

The next day, Catherine brought news about the third round’s event.

“As expected, it will be a tournament.”

Farrell nodded as if he knew it would be.

Zeke also agreed with Farrell.

“With eight people left, they’ll likely end it with quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals.”

Catherine nodded.

“That’s right. The third round will be open to the general public, so a tournament format is best for entertainment.”

Farrell smiled at Zeke.

“In a tournament, Sir Zeke’s victory is almost certain. No participant can win against Sir Zeke, the Blue Knight, in one-on-one combat.”

Zeke tilted his head at Farrell’s words.

“That’s what’s strange. I thought Jiemens would choose an event more favorable to Edward.”

Then Catherine spoke to Zeke.

“Actually, this tournament has one rule.”

Zeke nodded as if he expected it.

“What rule is that?”

Catherine spoke with a slightly troubled expression.

“Well… the basic rule is that aura use is prohibited and battles must be fought with pure physical strength alone.”

At those words, Farrell jumped up.

“No! What kind of nonsensical rule is that?! Prohibiting aura use!”

While there was an implicit rule against using aura blades since Purple Knights could participate, there had never been cases of banning aura itself.

But Zeke wasn’t surprised.

She said to Zeke.

“Sir Zeke, you seemed to have expected this.”

He nodded.

“I didn’t think Jiemens would hold a normal tournament. But I didn’t expect them to make aura prohibition a rule.”

It was an obvious check against Zeke, the Blue Knight.

Edward was six years older than seventeen year old Zeke, so in terms of physical growth and completion, he was far ahead.

Looking at physical abilities alone excluding aura, Edward had calculated that he would have the advantage in battle.

Zeke calmed down the displeased Farrell who stood up from his seat.

“Sir Farrell. Don’t worry too much. Even without using aura, I can defeat Edward’s spearmanship by applying the traditional swordsmanship we practiced together.”

At those words, Farrell stood up with an excited expression.

“Sir Zeke, I’ll help you train as much as needed until the competition! Leave it to me!”

“Thank you, Sir Farrell.”

* * *

After the martial arts tournament preparation meeting ended, Zeke secretly left the mansion late at night.

This was because he received an urgent message from Kei.

He secretly visited Kei’s hidden residence in Atlas.

The hideout was a mansion of enormous scale.

Kei had become the boss of the syndicate controlling the southern cartel much faster and reached a higher position than in the past life.

When Zeke arrived, Feinan was the first to greet him.

“Welcome, Master.”

Zeke shook hands warmly with Feinan.

“Have you gotten used to the new environment?”

At Zeke’s words, Feinan gave an awkward smile.

“It’s overwhelming to suddenly take on such a big role, but I’m learning hard not to be a burden.”

Feinan was given the position of CEO of the new pharmaceutical company Zeke was preparing.

In the underground, Kei would manage the syndicate, while in public, Feinan would handle external activities.

“Are you having any difficulties during preparation?”

Feinan smiled and said

“Kei probably has more difficulties than me. Let’s go in.”

Zeke entered Kei’s office with Feinan.

The office was, in a word, a mess.

All kinds of documents were piled up throughout her office.

And inside, Kei was reviewing documents with a haggard face.

“Kei, what is all this?”

Kei looked up at Zeke.

“Ughh.”

Upon meeting Zeke’s eyes, Kei made a strange sound and slumped.

Then Feinan habitually approached and handed Kei a fatigue recovery potion.

Kei drank the potion in one gulp and caught her breath.

“Ahhh. Thanks, senior. Without this, I would’ve died from overwork already.”

“Good thing my minor was in alchemy.”

Being both mages, it seemed Feinan and Kei had decided to call each other senior and junior.

While drinking another potion, Kei looked at Zeke and said

“You must be busy with the martial arts tournament, how did you find time?”

“You said it was urgent so I came as quickly as possible.”

“Ughh. Right. Let’s take a break. I’ll have tea brought right away.”

Zeke, Kei, and Feinan moved to the reception room and sat on the sofa.

While savoring the tea aroma, Zeke asked Kei.

“Did you send the urgent message because of all the paperwork?”

Kei shook her head.

“That’s a problem too, but there’s a bigger issue.”

“Did something happen with the cartel?”

“No. Simon is controlling the cartel well. The reconstruction of the Cusco kingdom is also going smoothly.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Kei pointed at Zeke.

“You.”

Then she handed him a document.

Zeke’s expression hardened as he opened the document.

“…The Empire’s Intelligence Bureau and Draker’s Black Corps are both investigating the south at the same time?”

Kei nodded.

“To be precise, the Intelligence Bureau is looking for whoever destroyed the Favela Cartel’s camp, while the Black Corps is searching for whoever killed Don Juan.”

In the end, both groups were chasing after Zeke.

Zeke had an idea why the Empire’s Intelligence Bureau was looking for him.

‘Cain Jimenes Constantinus.’

A member of the Empire’s royal family and a suspicious figure who possessed an ancient Hersion.

Zeke had killed him and taken his Hersion at the Empire’s human experimentation facility discovered in Favela’s camp.

Given that he used the royal family’s name and possessed a special Hersion, he was likely an important figure in the Empire, which would be sufficient reason for the Intelligence Bureau to pursue Zeke.

But at the same time, Zeke had no idea about the Draker Black Corps case.

‘Why is the Black Corps chasing me?’

As Zeke carefully examined the Black Corps documents, Kei said:

“There’s no need to think about why the Black Corps are chasing you. That’s just how the Draker Black Corps is.”

Zeke nodded at Kei’s words.

Black Corps, being the eyes and ears of Draker, was a tenacious group that searched and dug up all information across the continent.

Zeke frowned upon learning that the Intelligence Bureau and Black Corps were pursuing him.

‘This has become troublesome.’

Although he hadn’t left traces of himself, there might be evidence accidentally left behind if they kept digging.

Using that as a lead, they might eventually reach Zeke.

Kei said to Zeke.

“If you’re worried, should I tell Simon to kill any spies in the south on sight?”

Feinan beside them looked a bit shocked, seemingly not used to Kei’s words.

Zeke clicked his tongue at Kei.

“What are we, a cartel? We can’t kill everyone just for snooping around.”

At Zeke’s words, Feinan let out a sigh of relief.

For someone who had become accustomed with the ways of the underworld, he was quite timid.

Kei also nodded at Zeke’s words.

“True. The Intelligence Bureau guys might be one thing, but Black Corps isn’t going to back down just from killing a few of them.”

They were the type to keep an even closer eye and follow more intensely.

“Just leave it for now and keep me updated on the situation. We can move when there’s evidence that could identify me specifically.”

“Got it. I’ll tell Simon that.”

“How’s that Black Demon guy doing? Is he adapting well in the South?”

“Actually, he’s the one who asked about this information. Being from the Intelligence Bureau, he’s good at picking up information leaking from the Empire. Simon says he’s doing a good job.”

“Hoh. Seems worth keeping him alive and bringing him over.”

That’s when Kei spoke to Zeke.

“And there’s one more problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

Kei poked Feinan in the side.

Then Feinan spoke to Zeke with a troubled expression.

“Well. There’s been some trouble with the alchemists we hired recently.”

“From the alchemist side?”

“Yes. We invited them for developing new medicine using soma, but they suddenly declared they would strike and aren’t doing any research at all.”

“Huh?”

While he knew alchemists were difficult to deal with, he never expected them to go on strike.

Zeke asked Feinan.

“Is there a reason for the sudden strike?”

Then Feinan carefully said.

“Actually, I invited new alchemists this time, but their personalities are a bit…”

Zeke shook his head.

“No. What are these alchemists unsatisfied with?”

Feinan answered awkwardly.

“Well, first of all, it’s not one alchemist, but alchemists.”

“Alchemists?”

Something occurred to Zeke upon hearing Feinan’s words.

“Don’t tell me these alchemists are twins?”

“How did you know?”

At Feinan’s response, Zeke made a subtle expression.

‘It’s those guys. The genius twin alchemists. Al and Jeff brothers.’