'Well, we've done it, it's time for the semifinals!!
Caught in MC tension, the venue's voltage rises one step at a time.
"Let me introduce you to the athletes!! He showed an awesome battle in previous games, this arrogant, fearless man!! Again this time, I just want to hope for the same athletic game as before!! Yupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! '
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To the cheer of the audience, I just walk silently and descend near the center of the stage with En in charge of my shoulders.
"Against!! Any bizarre attack is possible from both hands and feet of the Fantasy Own!! With that tricky move, I don't know a few opponents who came down this far!! Meja agliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! '
And what emerges from the other side of me is an unusually long limb, two arm joints present, a man who hid his mouth with a cloth.
This appearance is certainly one of those who was taught beforehand by the King of the Demonic Realm as a man of caution.
"Kehihi, you, what have you done? You've come to me with a fate to knock you out, huh?
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When I was silent, the long-legged son gave me a boring look, he flaunted his shoulder like he had no treatment.
"... you unscrupulous bastard. Kehi, okay. You're out here, beaten like hell by me!
"- Bye!! Let the game begin!!
Kang, and the gong rang - at that moment.
I pack my time with momentum, almost like a moment's travel, and I swerve En into the sheath, toward the face of Soitz, through my thoughts.
"-"
I guess I've never been caught off guard in a game like this because I've never had a surprise stained attack that wasn't as funny or nasty as this.
First move, one step behind.
The long-footed eldest does not seem to be Dada, a player who climbed up to the semifinals, trying to move to defense at the rate of boulder reaction… for a moment, the price of being stuck by surprise is enormous.
When I realize I'm about to be defended, I instantly re-orbit and shift my aim to the opponent's empty torso.
The long leg length of the hand cannot be dealt with in the altered orbit, and En's body while still in the sheath is not properly defended and hits the opponent's abdomen hard.
The long-legged hand, which devoured Moro, flew away according to his inertia as it was, hit the wall of the arena stage and finally stopped.
Without uttering one word, Soitz went down to the ground, making sure that it was brought to the cheat and to the wall.
"- Shh, shh, winner, yupuushiro oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!
The MC proclaims victory, and in an instant, the audience speaks out in enthusiasm for a settled match.
If it was normal time, I would leave like this... but even after the game, I stayed on stage.
- I don't care about these mutton fish. Not if he feels this way.
Cheering and surprisingly ignoring the venue staff looking at this one completely, I picked up the sword unmasterfully with a hand long leg length that was rolling nearby that never pulled out, gleefully pulling and squeezing to the back of my shoulder -.
As much as I could, I threw it away.
A sword that flies away in momentum, spinning with grunge.
Ahead of that, he looks great and flutters back to Iss, poking his cheek wand and looking down at this one, the fucking leader of the demons (...) (...).
"Become -!?"
Stunning voice, emitted by the MC unexpectedly.
Short screams coming up from the audience.
The sword I threw flew toward the fucking leader's brain as I was aiming - but he bends his neck and dodges it.
Zak, and the damn leader's sitting well-built chair, a sword pierces him.
To my sudden oddity, a frozen venue.
The sight of the entire venue concentrates on this one.
But ignoring all that, I pointed straight to the floor of the stage with only one arm stretched straight to the side, a clenched thumb down.
What it means is an unequivocal and unmistakable expression of intent: 'Come down here (...)'.
- If it is normal, it is an act that will never be tolerated.
Immediate arrest, if in a previous life, at the first time when a weapon was thrown at a dignitary opponent of a country.
No, if it's normal in this world, an outrage like it's not weird on a straight course to the death penalty.
But - this is a demonic world, good or bad (...).
'Hey, what a man!! To this man, Master Godzim, it's a declaration of war. Ahhh! Ho, does this guy really have nothing to fear? Huh!?
A host who understands the situation starts the reality with an even more feverish look.
"Gojim!! Gojim!! Gojim!! Gojim!! '
And the name of the demonic fucking leader, caught by it and called out by the audience.
- What it seeks is a future in which the arrogant challenger is sadly bogged down by our leader.
In other words, they see this as another pastime, and they want the poor challenger to bleed and sink onto the stage.
The power of the people is powerful.
Assuming this doesn't seem to get you on stage, the demonic fucking leader can't escape the slander (scoundrel) of a coward who got me out of front... no doubt that my collaborator, that belly-black king, couldn't have missed such an attacking material, and should gladly drool his bad reviews.
The rumor will spread quickly throughout the demonic world.
Conversely, if it seems to come out clean here - it is a wish or a fulfillment.
Rather, come down straight.
I want to slash Temehe's head off so badly right now, I'm in love.
So, come on, come on. Come down quickly.
Let's kill each other...
"Gojim!! Gojim!! Gojim!! Gojim!! '
"Chip... the idiots"
With no expression on his tongue, Godzim, the leader of the devil clan, threw up so much.
The venue is a voice that keeps calling his name, soundless.
"Leader, not according! He doesn't know what to do, to risk nothing here...!
"... hun, I know"
To the nearby words that were near him, Godzim pulls out a sword that is stabbing him in the chair with one hand and throws him down on the spot.
- It is also well known to Godzim that he is dangerous.
The awesomeness of his prowess is understandable if you watch his game here.
Besides... he wouldn't have shown any true power yet.
I get the impression that I'm having a terrible hard time adding or subtracting power because I'm only fighting in the form of a game to say what to say.
Perhaps the strength when it became a real kill would jump a few more times than what that guy showed in the game.
And - Gojim had gotten more of that verifiable information (...) than his men.
"Oh, are you running?
- In that voice, Godzim, who turned next to him, saw Final, king of the demonic world, who did not even try to hide the smile of mockery.
"… is this your ruse?"
"No, you're not, this is it. I was surprised, too. Wouldn't that be funny? He."
King of the Demonic Realm laughing at times in such a way as heartfelt pleasure.
For him too, this was an unexpected development.
I don't mind if you say a word or so... Well, as far as my men's reports go, I was thinly anticipating yesterday and today and from how he seeped his uncovered anger out of his body and seeped his intense killings, maybe he was going to do something.
That was unexpected for a boulder to behave so flashy... but this is likely to work positively for me no matter how things move.
One more hand tag.
He was therefore, in a delightful mood, looking at the evolution of events.
"Well, don't you mind if I run away? My men are treating me like a boxed girl. It's important. If you get hurt, you're in trouble."
"- Ha, you think I'm getting away with this? Say stupid."
"And the leader!!
Godzim, who laughed and threw up so loudly at the provocation of the Demon King, rose out of his chair and shook off a nearby restraint and jumped off the spectator's seat with momentum.