Continuity is the Father of Magical Power

"Shikshikshikshik......"

The first round of the tournament was about to end when the dragon girl, who was hugging Bell in the back and crying, was also largely settling down.

The tournament is allocated to the Twelve by a fair lottery.

So it turned out to be a worthless combination in the first round when I said Alma vs. Vice Commander or Bernort's wife vs. Kerr the Beast Man.

I thought that the battle between Alma and the deputy commander ended all the time while the deputy commander was on the defensive side.

You were the worst opponent for the slow, defensive subject's deputy commander to Alma, who would die if he moved fast and rubbed even a single blow.

In comparison, the first battle by Kerr and Bernort's wife was a very incandescent battle.

The first half was magically dominated by Bernolt's wife, but since her magic diminished and she began to suppress her power, Kerr's speed swung wildly, defeating Bernolt's wife as it were.

If I did, I would, but if Bernort's wife kept shooting all her magic ready to run out of magic, I feel it was Kerr who was down.

Well, you saw that Kerr wouldn't change his expression in any way, and you decided you'd lose out of magic if you kept doing it.

Actually, it's been hit a few times and Kerr was taking a lot of damage.

Given that, should we praise Kerr for his rush?

"Oh, Nick won. I didn't know Nick was so strong..."

Apparently, the last battle between old stock Raza and rookie Nick is over.

It was a battle of endurance without any muddy rush or anything, but it was a good battle to sweat in my hand.

"Now you've decided on the top eight. To Bernort and Hellman, Bang, Alma, Rob, Kerr, Stan and Nick. The quarterfinals all look promising, but I'm looking forward to seeing what happens to Kerr and Stan."

Those who played in each qualifying group have been a solid winner.

Bernort, Hellman, Alma as winners...... I look forward to seeing what happens to the rest of the frame.

"Yeah...... I feel Kerr win"

"Would you like to fulfill it?

Thirty Minutes Later

As I thought, Bernort and Alma won at risk.

Alma, I knew you should have kept it seedy...... It goes too well with the poisonous sword and the fighting style.

From now on, you should seed who's left in the top four this time.

And the quarterfinals began a battle where the most important outcome was concerned.

"Huh? You don't use magic?

"I don't think you can win with less skilled magic."

Bernort's wife couldn't win. You'll know as much as you can't win with your own magic.

Besides, I'm using magic now, because I'm the man who joined this Knights with only his sword. The sword should be strong enough too.

"Yeah...... I thought Kerr would win easily, but I missed the prediction"

"Rather, Stan's going to win"

He magically restrains Kerr from killing his speed as he takes his attack firmly with his sword.

Kerr doesn't seem to have the skill to do this either.

"It looks like the way your sister-in-law fought...... Speaking of which, your sister-in-law slapped all the knights."

Oh, you said that.

"Not yet compared to your sister, but Stan's going to be strong for that matter"

As I said so, a sword pierced Kerr's chest.

Apparently, they did it before countermeasures came to mind.

"Oh, that's unexpected."

"Well, because that's all that antagonizes the strength of everyone"

Depending on the combination, a completely different person would have won.

"All right, it's the semi-finals from now on. Whatever you say, Bernort versus Alma's mentor showdown is a sight to see."

"You can't predict which one will beat the boulder. Usual practice, I've never seen Mr. Bernort lose, but because Alma is good for action..."

You won't be able to use a poison sword in a regular mock fight.

"I guess the key to the battle is Alma's skills"

SIDE: Alma

Ugh... I'm nervous.

I finally got here. I've been preparing for this game today, but I still don't feel like I can win...

Using your skills has never beaten Mr. Bernort so far... I don't think I can do well with that move I've been hiding...

"It's okay. Alma will surely win. You can even use the sword your master gave you today, right? Be more confident."

When I was nervous, Hellman from behind encouraged me to play the next game.

"You can afford your own game..."

"Well, you want to settle which one's stronger, right? Because if you lose, you'll be in trouble."

If you think I've inspired you, that's an obnoxious way of saying it.

"What... look! Because it's easy for you and Mr. Bernort to win!

"I'm looking forward to that. Good luck."

"Thanks"

Hellman braved me to enter, chested.

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Enter the arena, speak not a word against each other, and pull out the sword.

"Well, here we go!

I can hear Master Leons, as well as Mr. Bernort poking in.

I'm going to stick around and fight to keep you from using the flying slash of my sword...

I'm weak, I lose as soon as I get around to taking it.

You have to take advantage of the speed and attack from me.

While avoiding Mr. Bernolt's assault, I will launch an attack directly next to Mr. Bernolt's.

They were easily defended, but they attack more and more without stopping their legs.

No rush, but... just like always.

Mr. Bernolt continues his defense pale, aiming for my gap to show one day.

If it's a fight at this distance, one day I can do it.

But trying to get distance makes a gap......

Well, I knew this would happen.

Measures have been contemplated. It's subtle if it's less complete and more successful.

Even so, if we're going to wait for a loss like this anyway, we're going to have to place one or eight bets...?

I made it look like I was going around my back and jumped as far back as I wanted.

Fly poison slaughter for Mr. Bernort, who is momentarily late for a reaction.

If this rubs at all, it will be my win.

But that couldn't have happened, and Mr. Bernort came this way avoiding slaughter.

Come on, this is the battle from here.

I will continue to fly as many slaughters as I can toward Mr. Bernort.

Still, Mr. Bernort avoids everything while running to Zigzag.

My flying slaughter has a shorter range and distance to fly for a minute with special effects compared to Hellman.

So, unless you poke a surprise, Mr. Bernort, you'll never hit a level opponent.

Yes... I know that.

Hmm. After that, just pray for success.

I stopped the slaughter and went to storm Mr. Bernolt coming this way from myself.

SIDE: Leons

Transmission skills seem... easy, but not really.

It is necessary not to refuse to allow foreign objects to enter the body, and this is very difficult.

For example, when a normal sword tries to pierce your chest, people try to avoid it, and your body tends naturally to resist it.

That is not acceptable for this skill. At least if the foreign body refuses to enter the body, the skill fails.

It's a skill that fails when slashed, just to get a little bit in shape.

I would have to get used to my body over the years.

But Alma and Hellman just mastered it a couple of days ago.

The success rate should still be low.

I accidentally thought of the difficulty as I thought of what Alma was about to do now.

Well, how far can Alma go?

SIDE: Alma

This skill is most effective at being heartless.

Even if the sword flies, I'm just thoughtless that it passes through me.

Assaulting, I slip through Mr. Bernort, who waves down his sword so that he can wait, and flies the slash on Mr. Bernort's back as he twists his body.

There was no room for this until just now either, and Mr Bernolt avoided slaughtering as he rolled.

Chance!

With that in mind, Mr. Bernort threw his sword at me for my eyes.

Don't get lost. I just blinked, but I probably can't.

It's okay. I can do it.

I was not afraid and stormed at the sword.

Mr. Bernort had a rare and surprising look on his face that he thought I would avoid.

but i didn't care about that and slashed mr. bernort as i felt the sword slip through my head.

Mr. Bernort avoids it, but he didn't make it slightly and only a little sword tip touched his right arm.

Normally, it would take an indescribable cut... but this sword takes its life.

Mr. Bernolt fell down after being hit by poison.

"Hmm... I knew it, not yet. If it was my usual mock fight, I'd be the one to lose."

It was a victory entirely helped by the performance of the sword.

I knew I hadn't.

"I guess so. But winning is winning. It has nothing to do with cheating in exchange for life. Use all the moves you can to win."

Mr. Bernort, who should have fallen, was up.

Apparently, he's already recovered.

"Mr. Bernolt......"

"The sword that flew on my last head, I didn't think I'd succeed in that slip. Normally I think you've grown stronger."

"Oh, thank you"

"Okay. You beat me, so you win, right? If you lose to the winning Alma, I can make an excuse."

"Okay. Absolutely, I'll let you win."

"Whoa. Come on!

Looking at Mr. Bernort's back, I swore to my heart that I would win absolutely.

Hellman, you'll never lose!