A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

The next day at noon, we relax and head to the martial arts convention venue.

"I'm glad those guys entered"

"Right."

Me and Lunamaria are both Nico. Only Ronin's father was grumpy.

"Damn, what do you mean it's decided in order at the qualifying tournament? Are you an asshole?"

"Seems like they're looking to shorten the qualifying period, in turn."

"Thanks to you, I'm the only one who has to enter in the evening."

"Parent-child sex is not a good idea."

dust and supplementing Lunamaria. "Ma, no," Ronin asks when she gives up.

"I'll deflect you. You can afford a qualifying round, son."

"I know. If you lose, you lose to your father or Mr. Hiffne in the main battle."

I wanted you to say, "I'll beat everyone there, but, well, you can't beat me."

When I got back in the mood, my father attached himself to the last adjustment. Light in the venue and make them meet.

And at the time of fate, the Arkham Martial Arts Games qualifying.

"Well, what kind of qualifying is it?

and hear the words of the host who came to the venue. The magician. The man begins to explain.

"This qualifier is what determines what we're going to put on the field."

Someone asks.

"Do you suddenly qualify in battle?

"No, first we measure your combat power"

"The superior of it plays a random match, and when he's the last one, he passes"

Looking over the venue, there are around thirty people. Think about the space where the game can be played. Is there such a place as the Top Eight Foot Lines?

"Well, you can't afford to be playing. I really need to score high."

See machines that measure combat power. Apparently, if you make a physical attack here with a magic formula one, or a magic attack, a number will appear.

"Is it physics or magic?"

They can choose who they're good at, but I was good at hybrid warriors, physics and magic.

"On the contrary, it's hard."

I choose both.

If either is ok, then it's all at the top. The teachings of the gods are simple and clear. So when you magic the wooden sword of Torineko and you are in a position to release the sword flash, you release the sword flash as it is.

"Blade slaughter!!

An air razor hits the measuring instrument.

A wooden spirit is heard in the venue. Everyone in the venue looks back at the roar.

"Oh, come on, there's such a monster."

"What, the sound of it now, the explosive?

"The measuring instrument is snagging... so... it's made of misthrills..."

Various voices echo and everyone pays attention to the display counter of the measuring instrument. He seems curious to see how powerful those attacks would be.

I'm also concerned because I decide whether or not to pass. A peek into it, but the numbers written there were unexpected.

Seven. Seven.

"Is that it? Is that all?

It claps me out. As a matter of fact, the warrior who tried before me was knocking out 108 numbers. And just a physical attack. Even though his attacks seemed daunting.

"... well, something like this. I still don't have enough refinement, either."

When I say that, I look at the judge's face. I asked if I could pass.

He probably told me that he could get too far, so he went straight back to the modem.

I passed the first qualifying round brilliantly, but the venue's attention didn't get to Will

When Goldo, the semi-winner of the last tournament, shows up, he takes the venue's attention in an instant.

When you shake up a big axe, you tap it into the measuring instrument.

The figures given by Gordo are:

Two, four, four.

It was.

The venue grows.

"Max on this measuring device is 255, so it's too much of a limit."

"I hear the last winner was 180, so if it's just power, it's outweighing the winner..."

Stunning participants. Some of them resign themselves to Goldo's too much power.

Goldo's steely muscles were enough to frighten the coarse warriors.

Within the venue, but some of the operators will be bothered in a different way.

Record The next challenger appears and attacks. The number that came out was 255. This is clearly a machine anomaly, and Games officials are stunned when they examine the machine. analyzed, they found something outrageous.

"... the numbers of the two previous challengers are crazy too. His attack broke the machine."

"Yes, no way, it won't. I guess it was already broken when he attacked, wasn't it?

"That can't be right. The only unusual waveform in the log is him and the last participant."

What do you mean? Officials mumble the names of challengers who slapped out unusual numbers as they blued their faces.

"... Registered Name Will"

The record the boy by that name left on the log is:

Nine, nine, nine.

I mean, it was immeasurable.

However, Games officials silently kill the numbers. I couldn't report it to the upper management, and I still thought it was some mistake. It's just that I still passed the first qualifying round with Will Boy and allowed him to participate in the second qualifying round, in action

There were also mass departures of the participants, with surprisingly few participants in the second qualifying round. I was about to hit it with Goldo just to knock them both out.

"Well, no matter how many participants there are, only one can go to the main battle. Lunamaria and Tatsuya are hanging, and you can't beat them."

Mood again, but soon the time will come for a direct confrontation.

When Will defeats the two participants in a quick attack, Gordo defeats his opponent at a faster rate than that. One warrior seems to have been attacked enough to penetrate the wall. The venue is noisy.

"... Damn, you're a cruel man. That's the merchant's man."

I would not be a born sadist, but I see myself blunted by the pain of others by harsh training. He seems to have a troubled personality with no mercy heart, no matter how far away his strength is.

"Sounds like you need a little moxibustion."

That is Ronin's word, but it may indeed be true.

But that musculoskeletal body is troublesome.

The offense will obviously be up there. If it comes down to a power battle, you might lose. - So I was going to try a game with Gordo while I was trying to figure out a way.