"Otus, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you really impressed me!"
Yes, the person who came was none other than Osto, who suffered from Stockholm Syndrome. Clemont had already seen him during the grudge test before, and the intensity of his grudge had increased significantly compared to before.
"Brother Clemont, I didn't expect you to have dual-element fighting spirit. No wonder you were so strong before!"
Looking at Ostow who looked amazed, Clemont smiled slightly.
At that time, he was not a dual-element fighting spirit, but there was no need to explain to him.
"Let's put aside the reminiscing about old times and settle the matter at hand first!"
After stopping Osto's attempts to flatter him, Clemont looked at the other geniuses who had been challenged.
At this time, their eyes were also scanning Clemont and several others.
For a moment, a subtle atmosphere lingered among the few people.
At a certain point, several people took steps in unison and ran towards the Zenith Sword.
"Ah~ who stepped on my hand?"
Clemont didn't have time to care who he stepped on at the moment. After jumping onto the crowd, he used all his firepower and used his hands and feet to push away the people in front of him one by one.
Although it is a climb, there are not many protrusions for climbing on the Zenith Sword. There is only a small square for one person to stand every five meters.
There are only nine such small squares on each side, which means that each floor can only accommodate up to eighteen people.
At this moment, Clemont was holding a small square tightly with both hands, and his eyes were constantly looking for the next place to stay on the sword.
But at this time, the few small squares closest to him were already occupied by people.
On the other side, several other people relied on their face, yes, it was face! They had rushed to the second floor and were moving around on the second floor.
Seeing this, Clemont secretly said "I'm sorry!" Then he exerted force with both hands and jumped into the air, rushing towards the small square above his head.
"Holy shit!" Looking at the figure that suddenly jumped out from below, the student on the small square screamed, and then his body flew out uncontrollably.
After standing on the small square, Clemont did not stop, exerted force on his feet, and his body rose into the air again.
However, the person above was obviously difficult to deal with. The moment he saw Clemont, he pressed his body against the sword wall, raised one foot, and kicked out with thunderous force.
Looking at the enlarged sole of the foot in front of him, Clemont did not panic, and wrapped his arms around the leg like a monkey picking at the moon.
After turning his head to avoid the stampede, he suddenly exerted force on his hands. With the help of this person's strength, Clement's body was lifted up in the air again.
And successfully caught the small square on the upper level.
After glancing back at the shocked students below, Clemont advanced rapidly and soon caught up with Roland and others.
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[Specialization: Master Footwork]
[Specialization introduction: Basic footwork can be used at will, and the learning efficiency of footwork combat skills is increased by 100%! Additional ability - mid-air shifting. 】
At this moment, looking at the introduction of master-level footwork specialization on the panel, Claymont nodded with satisfaction.
That's right, he copied this master-level footwork expertise from Delia. He was still surprised at the time. He didn't expect that this knight who looked like he was taking the power route would actually have such a skill.
This master-level step specialization usually only appears on swordsmen who specialize in speed.
For a heavily armored knight to be able to reach this level, one can imagine the effort he put in, but this also illustrates a problem, that is, His Highness Drya is absolutely very strong.
Looking at the people mingling above him, Clemont took a deep breath and then watched intently.
Although he can use the skills attached to the master level specialization to fly directly up, there are not many opportunities for this kind of learning.
The basic footwork of bow, horse, servant, empty, and rest had already been perfected when he copied and mastered the footwork.
As time passed bit by bit, the light in Clemont's eyes gradually brightened.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Roland and the little crazy lion Graham, who were fighting with fists and kicks above.
Graham, the little mad lion, comes from Fort Branco, where wars are frequent. His footwork is heavy and powerful, with a vague aura of solemn killing.
Roland, on the other hand, comes from the Arthur family, which has long lived in Santa Cruz. His feet are nimble and elegant. Even if he doesn't use fighting energy, it seems like a breeze is supporting him.
At this moment, Clemont only cared about the movements of their feet, and kept the method and timing of exerting force firmly in his mind.
After writing down the names of the two of them, he turned his attention to the others.
Just like that, half an hour later, Clement, who had gained a lot, finally stopped stealing from his master.
"Forget it, let's practice it slowly when we have time later! It's time to end it now!"
Looking at the people who had climbed to the fourth floor, Clemont chuckled, and with his eyes wandering, he found the best way to the top of the sword.
Immediately, his legs were slightly bent, his arms hung naturally, and his whole body suddenly bounced up like a spring, climbing up quickly.
"Haha, I thought you gave up!"
Seeing that Clemont was in a daze, he caught up again. Francis, who was dealing with another northern student, laughed loudly, and at the same time, his body moved towards Clemont.
Looking at the malicious Francis, Clement, whose body was rising rapidly, gave him a bright smile. Then, under Francis's stunned gaze, his body moved a certain distance in the air as if being blown by the wind.
At this moment, his entire body was not only out of Francis' attack range, but also out of the range where he could draw on his strength.
"This? This?"
Below, Delia, who was watching all this, suddenly stood up, his eyes widened, and his face was full of horror.
And the chair beneath him shattered into powder again.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?"
At this moment, looking at Clemont who was constantly shifting in the air to avoid everyone's attacks, Delia almost doubted his life.
He started practicing footwork when he was ten years old, and he only reached the master level at the age of forty-two. How old is this little guy! Eighteen years old! How the hell did he reach the master level at the age of eighteen?
"Hmph, let's have a good chat when you come down!"
Listening to these sour words, Irene behind her gave Delia a strange look, and at the same time she felt a little uneasy in her heart.
Now that the principal is away, I hope His Highness Delia will not cause any trouble.
"Roland, should I say you are lucky or unlucky? I remember that your Arthur family has a grudge against this guy's family!"
Looking at Clemont who had almost reached the top of the sword, Francis glanced at Roland with sympathy.
However, this time, there was obviously a look of panic in Roland's eyes, but soon, this panic turned into a passionate fighting spirit.
"That's good! I can go all out in our duel!"
Looking at Roland's serious and serious face at this moment, Francis was amazed.
Roland is really a proud nobleman!
"If your footwork is so good, your other combat skills should also be good, right? Now you don't have to worry about running out of opponents!" Little Crazy Lion Graham looked eagerly at Clemont who stepped on the top of the sword, with fighting intent in his eyes.