Inferior Magic Swordsman: Using the Skill Board to Become the Strongest

Chapter 112: The Man Who was Called the Strongest in the City

~3rd Person Perspective~

It was no mere coincidence that Graf noticed a suspicious presence.

His Intuition skill as an adventurer, honed over many years, sensed a bad presence.

“What is it, is there a fight?” (Graf)

Not long ago, adventurers fought with each other on a daily basis, but today the guild has long since fallen out of favor. It is hard to imagine that there are adventurers who would start a fight.

But Graf is not a man to overlook warnings that come from his intuition.

If he were to overlook them, he would have been left as a corpse in the wilderness before he could become a C-rank adventurer.

Just to be sure, he hobbles over to the guild’s reception desk.

On the reception floor, there was Marie, who was holding her head down, and another person who had a shadow of a presence.

(That person’s center of gravity is tilted to the left by a lot.) (Graf)

When a weapon is hung on one side of the body on a regular basis, the leg on one side becomes shorter than the other.

It is normal for adventurers to have legs that are not of uniform length.

The shadowy figure, however, had a large difference.

They must have been the wielder of a rather heavy weapon—a mace, for example.

“Was there such a person in our guild?” (Graf)

I took a step forward to call out just in case.

Suddenly, the figure I could only vaguely see became clearly visible.

“-!!” (Graf)

Seeing that figure, Graf’s blood instantly heated up to boiling temperature.

Immediately, he put all his strength into his legs and moved forward.

A C-rank adventurer was no joke. The 10-meter gap between them instantly became zero.

“Yo Luka, how have you been?” (Graf)

When I called out, the person’s body stiffened slightly.

-Bingo.

Graf clenched his right fist with all his might and injected a lot of his magic power.

“Grit your teeth!” (Graf)

The muscles of his entire body leap to life.

His fist strikes Luka directly in the face.

Instantly, a small explosion occurs in front of his fist.

—Boom!!

A shockwave shattered the window glass. It also shook the building.

It is one of Graf’s trump card skills [Magic Fist Technique], [Flame Impact].

Even monsters of the same rank can be crushed to death by this skill. It is a skill that boasts of its fearsome power.

On the other hand, its fuel efficiency is so low that it can only be used to cast two shots even when in perfect condition.

If he misses even one shot, he will fall into a tight spot. Graf’s idea is that “if it hits them, they’re dead, so it doesn’t matter”.

Luka, who received such a [Flame Impact], broke through the guild door with the force of the blow.

“It would be nice if you died from that.” (Graf)

Shaking his fist, Graf strode out. He immediately looked around, but there was no sign of anyone resembling Luka anywhere.

Continuing to sharpen his senses, he searches for a presence.

There is no sign of Luka. But a slight residue of magic could be felt.

“Tsk! Did she run away with a magic tool of [Emergency Transfer Escape]?!” (Graf)

[Emergency Transfer Escape] magic tool is very expensive. It is said that you can buy a house in exchange for one. Even the highest-earning A-rank adventurers don’t use it unless it’s a good sale.

(…Well, I guess she used it because it was an important act.) (Graf)

“That’s how serious they are, huh?” (Graf)

(What it was? -I do not know.) (Graf)

But I can say this. Not being able to neutralize Luka with my attack just now is not good.

“I hope she’s at the very least severely injured…” (Graf)

“G-G-Graf-san, what happened!?” (Marie)

A pale Marie rushed over, probably not understanding what just happened.

Even though she’s a normal person who suddenly received a shock wave of that magnitude unprepared, it was amazing she was able to act immediately.

As expected of the chief of the reception department.

(I guess Toru must have trained her well, too.) (Graf)

The memory of being beaten up by Toru was instantly awakened.

Thanks to that, Graf’s pride was shattered. But at the same time, it also gave him a chance to retrain himself.

He is not sure how he compares to his prime, but he is proud that he is at least far stronger than he was a few months ago.

Marie must have been trained by Toru in the same way (although I don’t know what she went through).

Otherwise, she would have been stretched out on the floor like the other receptionists.

“Marie, we have an emergency. Raise the alert level.” (Graf)

“Eh?” (Marie)

“Luka was here!” (Graf)

“-!? I understand!! I’ll report this to the master-” (Marie)

“I will be the one to report.” (Graf)

Saying this, Graf walked out to Aaron’s office.