Doggone Academy

Chapter 51: Master Class (5)

Chapter 51: Master Class (5)

Weekly Chapter (2/5)

To Elizabeths left were the masked evaluators. Sylverine decided to observe the arena at some distance from them.

Gael approached Damien to briefly explain the rules for the evaluation.

You only have to break through the planteras defenses to cut the banner. Ten minutes is the time limit. There is a long hourglass next to the evaluators, so you can check the remaining time.

Understood.

The planteras returned to their original positions.

Damien entered the arena slowly.

There was no fear on his face. Although there were wooden dolls that were almost twice his height, he just looked at them with an indifferent expression

Before he started, he knelt down with his eyes closed. He remained motionless for about 30 seconds, as if in silent prayer, and then stood up.

Damien finally looked ready.

Gael waved her hand. Then four knights simultaneously blew a battle horn to announce the start of the evaluation.

The sound echoed in the arena.

The evaluation had begun.

The planteras pointed their wooden swords at Damien.

He drew the sword he carried at his waist.

In all, there were ten planteras.

There were two huge planteras in each of the five defensive lines. Damien had to fight his way through them.

A single stroke from the planteras would cause a mortal wound.

He quickly rushed towards a plantera.

Damien attacked the plateras hip joint with precision. He seemed to have struck with all his might, but he did not cause any damage. It looked like steel.

The plantera counterattacked immediately. It swung its sword up and down.

It was a quick move for its heavy body.

Damien, who blocked the attack, was ejected to the side.

The evaluators sighed when they saw this. Posted only on

Gael muttered under her breath.

Outrageous.

Damien attacked as if he had a club in his hand.

He was a boy who did not know the basics of swordsmanship.

She wondered what Sylverine thought when she recommended him.

Damien got up quickly. He was able to avoid the blow from the plantura because he had tilted the sword toward his body to block the blow.

He rushed back without shaking the dirt off.

The two front-line planteras swung their wooden swords at Damiens head as he entered their attack range.

Damien dodged its attacks, then thrust his sword into the planteras knee joint and twisted it.

The plantera fell to the ground because it lost its center of gravity.

The second line planter, who joined immediately, attacked him.

Damien stepped back as if he had expected its attack.

The wooden sword struck the planteras right arm on the ground.

The other plantera in the second line joined in to help.

He jumped, in a prone position, under the legs of the third line planteras.

When the planteras of the third line fell due to inertia, they pulled down the planteras of the second linebecause they became entangled with each other. He took advantage of the fact that its center of gravity was concentrated in the upper part of its body.

The planteras changed their strategy.

Hmm.

Gael had to admit the facts that his combat sense was extraordinary, his movements were effective and he adapted his strategy to gain advantage.

When the planteras of the first three lines rejoined, they attacked him simultaneously. Little Damien dodged the attacks as if he were an acrobat.

His movements were almost divine.

The evaluators exclaimed when they saw that.

But that was not enough to pass.

The planter of the third line, who had stood up from the ground, attacked Damiens abdomen with its sword.

Clang!

Damien, who could barely block it with his sword, was thrown backwards.

The blow was so strong that even though he blocked it, he felt his arms aching. The front line planter, whose right arm had been cut off, took the opportunity to kick it.

Damien flew off in a parabolic trajectory to the start line.

Six minutes remained.

He was back on his feet.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

The planteras got their act together again.

Everything was back to square one, except that one plantera had its right arm cut off. But the plantera could hold the sword with either hand.

The planteras were becoming increasingly fierce. They might try to kill him, instead of trying to subdue him as they were now.

Gael shook her head. The evaluation was boring.

He wont even be able to get to Flynn.

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