- Whoa!!!!!
- Ooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
- Yiyaaaah!!
The roar of frenzy continued for a long time.
Some holographic magic, a beauty wizard, a beautiful princess, and a damn chewy Sword Master all lit up their faces once a week, but it doesn't make any sense if the atmosphere doesn't change.
But is it because it's also a martial arts competition?
Swordmaster only said three words, which is the best response. It is more enthusiastic than the princess's blessing. The beauty is better than the princess.
No wonder she's respected by all warriors.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
Anyway, I also joined the atmosphere and shouted louder than anyone else to inform my wife of my position.
I'm sure you'd have figured that out, wouldn't you?
In the meantime, I looked around and looked for my wife, but I couldn't find her because there were so many fucking people. How many audiences are there? I know it's tens of thousands of people, but I don't know exactly.
"Here you go!!! Then finally, there will be a special event for the chairman of the Knights of the Kingdom!!!!"
The last event of the opening ceremony was chaired by the Royal Knights. - Arrest! - Arrest! With the door open on the other side, knights equipped with silver shiny full-body plate armor walk in a ceremony with a big sword.
"Wow, Knight of the Kingdom...!"
"The Knights of the Kingdom!"
"Oh, my God!"
"That's so cool!"
Nearby, the contestants were also impressed by the fact that they couldn't take their eyes off the knights. I actually had a fucking tickle.
Silver Armor.
- Sparkle!!
So I've seen it once in the dungeon, but it was pretty dark there, so it was less ticklish, and in contrast, it was sunny, so the armor shimmered.
"Fuck you."
- Arrest!
As the ceremony unfolded, one platoon-sized knight approached the centre and stood at a proper distance and gave a dynamic example of theft.
- Kueung!
That is how the chairmanship event begins.
After they grabbed the Great Sword, it was as if a professional Taekwondo demonstrator was performing a defeat, with an acrobatic sword combined with air pollution without Hanchi buffering and pickposaries.
"Ohhhhhhh!!"
"I can't believe that move!!!"
"It's so cool!!!"
I took an interesting look, too.
The operation itself is not difficult.
- Pull!
- Whirlick!
With a simple shutdown, he jumped about three meters, turned six wheels in the air, and landed with a bayonet, as if the water were flowing naturally into the ground, and again cast back tumbling.
It's an easy move, but over thirty people do not touch their colleagues at all with exactly the same movement.
That's the most impressive thing.
- The training level is significant.
Individual senses also appear, and when they see what they do, they all strengthen their flesh with manas. They were the focus of the Knights.
I mean, that's fucking fine.
He deserves to be a knight.
"So, how many of them are in the Knights of the Kingdom?"
"I might be standing here somewhere."
"Isn't he winning?"
Players start talking to the person next to them about how excited they were when they saw the show. I think they're all dead people, but this is how they get to know each other. This must be one of the aims of the martial arts competition.
So soon the ceremony was over, and the saluted knights returned.
"Here, here!! Have you seen it? There are always strong knights defending the kingdom! Then it's time! It's the start of the martial arts competition!! But participants! No killing!!! That Leah hates those murderers so much! Honor and respect your opponent and compete beautifully!!!"
Finally, the competition really began with the moderator making such a call. There shouldn't be enough killing, this is it.
"..."
Finally, I took another look at the audience seat.
- Look over there.
A great wizard and princess on the highest and best level. And the Swordmaster was sitting in a lavish chair and looking down at the Arena Hall.
Maybe we'll sit there until the day the competition is over and see what kind of Roman emperor the players are.
No, but he's a great wizard.
Is that real?
Just because of the hair color, the impression on your head looks similar? I don't know. Please, I just hope not. If you're right, I'll be the one to fuck with the great magician.
I can't afford such a future.
Anyway, the princess was an old-fashioned beauty with a degenerate feeling, and the Swordmaster... was just an ominous woman who felt like a butcher, a slayer, a general.
It makes me feel ominous, but it would be nice if the people of this world just look like their own country's Swordmaster. But how can such a horrible force come from a man?
"Here we go! I'm going back inside!!!"
The competition really started, and the staff with the flags again took control of the players. We immediately followed him back into tube F.
Now you can wait here and leave as you wish.
The preliminary round starts now.
I just saw that the Arena was already divided into sections. Just as there was no need to use force from preliminary, there were several preliminary Arenas of a certain size.
Qualification seems to cost dozens of people there at once.
Let's see, if you say there are roughly 500 people in the tournament, 250 people in the first half of the tournament.
If you go back there to World War II, you'll have about 120 men.
Another 60 in World War III.
If you go back to the last four games there, 30 more.
In other words, it is the beginning of the main line, which is composed of 32 people after only 4 times.
Maybe the preliminary round will be over by today, and if it's a little late, it'll be over by tomorrow. I hope the main line starts quickly. To be honest, there is nothing to see. You can see the bastards in the F tube here and get a quote.
But there must be some decent people in the other Joe.
I only believe that.
No wonder none of these 500 people have the strength.
"Coomelson of Group F!! Please come out! Qualification begins!"
"Ow!"
"And Buffal! Mr. Odmalik! Mr. Malos! Pilgrims! Follow them all!"
At that time, the employee shouted out his name.
With it, five men woke up in a tense face. Are those bastards fighting separately?
They all carry some kind of sword and blunt instrument, but to be honest, they were just dickheads. My opponent will be finished in a second. Humans are so damn good that if they have a cocksucker, they can chew.
"Wait here for the rest of you! You can go to the bathroom or go to the store, but if you're not there when I call you later, you'll be disqualified with a ticket immediately! Keep in mind! This is the rules of the Kingdom Martial Arts Preliminary Contest!"
"I see."
"I see."
It's also a preliminary round, so the rules are damn broad.
In fact, it's not that important, so it's a damn thing. It is the same for the organizers who think that qualifications that are not very important should just be handed over quickly.
I sat down with one seat and waited for my turn appropriately. Inside, there was a bucket of water with hoses, so I didn't even have to go to the store. I didn't even have the money in the first place.
Today I just brought a knife to my equipment.
"I'm a little nervous."
"That's it."
"Where did you come from?"
I sat there, and the players got together and started talking about something. I'm sure I'm relieved of the tension, too, with my face lifted.
They introduced themselves by saying that they are from a guild in a city, a baron's son.
The guy who handles manas in the double didn't even have two grands.
Of course, that would be a pretty good skill, but it's a dick by my standards. But in the preliminary round, I want to reveal two angles.
How long I've waited.
"Gimcott! Please come out!"
"Ah, it's my turn. I see."
It's finally my turn.
I immediately followed the busy staff back out to the stadium.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Good!"
"It's a great skill!"
There was already a preliminary round in all stadiums. I saw a lot of good fighters, and a lot of bad fighters. Surprisingly, the victory and defeat were quickly broken.
The winner and loser just split and move somewhere.
"Over there. Now you can contact the staff there, Gimcott Paladin!"
"Well done."
Going straight to the stadium he told me about, the man over there approached and confirmed my name.
"Paladin Kim Kat. Confirmed. Now please go up to the stadium. The game is about to start."
"I see."
I simply saluted and came up to the stadium.
The stadium was temporary to qualify, but it was quite large. It's about five times bigger than the ring on Earth I knew. I think I can afford to fight with this much more.
Anyway, there were several such temporary stadiums, and there was a main ring in the center of the stadium.
- There's no one there.
I don't think I'm using that right now.
It's used on the mainline.
"Wow!!"
That's why a man from the other side came up to the ring screaming.
I wore a brigandine that looked fine. His hands had an ancient hand axe... Are they twin axe catchers? The skill I feel seems fine.
Is that my opponent?
"Now, let's introduce each other!!"
When he came up, the referee clapped and shouted.
"I am the younger brother of the Duke of Bomalson, Insurer Bomalson! It's an honor to fight a nobleman who doesn't know who he is!! Let's fight!!!!"
He pointed an axe at me and said,
"Greetings. I am Paladin Kim Kat, a Saint of the Bronze Society. I look forward to a good match."
"What, what?! Paladin?!"
"Nothing to be surprised about. He's about the same age as a nobleman."
"What a crazy...!"
I can't help but be surprised.
"I'll start the match!!!"
- Cheering!
Immediately after the introduction, the judgment sounded like Jing and announced the beginning.
"Paladin... It doesn't matter!!"
- Kueung!
"Arghhhhhhhhhh!!"
Bomalson immediately pushes the ground and rushes towards me like a beast. The speed was a little off the normal. Only those who melt Mana in the flesh can execute it.
Is this fundamental?
- Wedges!
Bomalson, who had been so close to me, lowered his two twin axes like lightning. It's fast, but it's not that fast for me either.
- Ugh.
Immediately advance one step obliquely while simultaneously.
- Ugh.
"What!"
Grab his right wrist, whip! Grab his wrist and swing it out of the stadium. He's an adult man full of muscle, so he's heavy, but he can't throw it with one hand.
"Arghhhh!!"
That's how Bomalson screamed and flew to the bottom.
Fuckin 'rice.
"Now, out of business!! Winner!"
The referee immediately announced my victory.
"What happens now?"
"The winner can go down there and follow the staff! Congratulations on your victory!"
"It'll be over soon."
"It's a preliminary round. It'll all be over in no time. Then the next player has to come up..."
"I see. Good work."
It's a prerequisite. I'm not nervous about it.
"Congratulations on your victory. Now follow me. From now on, you will be waiting in the Winner's Waiting Room."
"I see."
I followed him right away.
Looking back, he scratched his head and had a conversation with an employee.
"Here, it's a trophy contestant souvenir. You can take this and go back now. Well done."
"Ew..."
If you lose the preliminary round, do you get that? I'm a little sorry about this.
But it's a competition.
I was just too strong.
So I went into the winner's waiting room.
When I went in, there were already about twenty men and women sitting in their seats.
"Oh."
Except for the ten, the rest seemed to be decent. Yeah, that's what match-fixing is all about. There are still no kickers in my eyes, but that's the acceptance point. Those guys on the mainline are stronger than these guys, right?
"Are you the Paladin of the Bronze Society?"
"What?"
As I was about to sit down, a man approached me and spoke to me.
"Oh, my God. It's Paladin."
"Really?"
"That nomadic player?"
I'm staring.