Summer martial arts tournaments are sifted down to the first round.
All year round, the addicts who go to the leggy Colosseum often say this on their faces.
It is still sweet in the Hundred-Person Battle Royale, which takes place in sixteen parts. Sometimes C survives for the benefit of fishermen in a battle where B, who defeats A, strikes against D. That's why we're in the middle of a single round of siege.
The men who call themselves "Tong" smash their tongues like this at tourists coming from afar.
They speak. From World War II, it was a real struggle. Not just luck, but eight men who have won up with definite power. He spoke fervently that it was their struggle that was the collision of pure power and power.
That wasn't a mistake. The weak will be eliminated as a natural achievement if the sixteen fierce men compete against the martial arts by sharpening their swords. And there will remain eight strong men in the Colosseum.
There is no such thing as luck or coincidence. Purified power. concentrated magic vegetables. Polished martial arts. Before them, there can be no victory for the weak in case.
Martial artists of the eastern continent. Summer martial arts competitions aimed at its top are understandably easy to understand.
That is, the strong win. In front of that absolutely immutable logic, there was no way it could have worked as a half-breed smallworker or as a clever petten.
"Black Knight no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!!
"KILLING TOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The enthusiasm that grew just bouncing the scorching sunlight was rocking the Colosseum with a vibration that could be clearly felt.
WWII, Black Knight vs. Killing. Can the Black Knight, who won the first round vividly, sound like a sound and defeat the Heavy Warrior, 'Killing Everyone'?
If you could have defeated him, the Black Knight's strength is real. At the level of 208, there is no way that small craftsmanship or anything like that can be applied to Graviton Fighter's quilling, which freely manipulates gravity. The more the opponent tries, the more it takes to crush every measure. That was the opponent of the Black Knight's second round.
But if you can challenge me head-on and defeat Killing, it means the Black Knight is' real 'real. Even the Chaos Dragon will be defeated, the brave among the brave.
Even if Gardi was defeated in the first round, the suspicions in the people had not been completely dispelled. So many fakes sprung up and out in various countries, and the person who hid his face was still frigid.
The proof that he is a true black knight is made by his taking victory. If possible, I want you to win. If possible, I want you to prove it. While the audience had doubts, they were sending a spare ale to the Black Knight, driven by a desire to see real brave men.
(Super-uuuuuuu. I think my ears are going crazy)
But the Black Knight of the day - Guitar University just flaunts his face under a helmet that covers his head. He was just, wholeheartedly, waiting for the starting bell to ring.
Let's just get started and get this over with. Repeat this sentence in your head like a Buddha in memory, and Guitar stares at the opponent's giant man.
"I can't wait. Me, too. I can't wait either. I think my body's moving on its own."
How he mistook your gaze, Killing sounded and swung a huge battle axe.
to its performance, a much gushing audience seat. A member of the steering committee climbs to the mansion as if he were pushed by the cheers that increased momentum and just broke off.
"No rules. No mercy. Do you swear to do everything you can to each other?
"Oops!
Killing and quietly nodding black knight responding with Don slapping his chest to confirm a slight glasses man.
The man on the steering committee who confirmed it put the magic loudspeaker on his mouth again and slammed the hammer in his left hand against the gold.
'So, game, let's go!!
The sound of a high and clear bell echoed, tearing the vortex of voices that had accumulated in the Colosseum. And, at the same time, the figure of the Black Knight has disappeared.
If the master saw it, he would have found out that he had made an arc and ran through the Colosseum to take the blind spot of Killing. But whoever sees it, there will never be many.
Eight people who won the first round and a handful in the audience of over 10,000. Others had not even perceived that the Black Knight had moved.
Assuming Killing did the same, victory or loss would never have been here. He may have been lying on one defeat, not knowing what had happened to him.
But he is the former head of Scarlett's - the largest group of adventurers on the Eastern Continent. Its strength and fame were unrelated to vanity and waterlogging.
"Olaah!"
Flash the battle axe without turning around. The steel axe paid for the horizontal giraffe scattered a black shadow that was about to tuck around his neck.
A black knight flew away big and retreated to the walls of the Colosseum. More than ninety percent of the audience finally realized here that the game had already begun, with Killing's just shot roaring in the wind and the appearance of a black knight who disappeared and appeared during the blink.
The sound of the bell announcing the start of the match has not even changed to the aftertaste yet. Yet the Black Knights say they've already finished their first offense.
Doesn't this sound like the final? So illusorily, the instant offense had given the audience a definite sense of satisfaction.
But the more firewood you spill, the more flames you burn. For the deceptively fueled, the audience exalts greatly, stomping their feet and shouting.
"Black Knight!! Black Knight!! Black Knight!! Black Knight!!
"KILLING TOOOOO!!" Kill Everybody Killing "Oooooo!!
Black knight call like carving and a killin 'call like stretching out.
The two sounds were mixed and in harmony with wonders, whereas the name-called persons were bumping into each other with a hard metal sound.
"It's real! I knew you were real! This strength, this strength, no doubt!
Killing with his teeth out and laughing wields a battle axe lightened by gravitational manipulation. Let the kiling move like its own body the hard-to-handle gravitational axe that only adds weight the moment it hits.
From his muscular armored appearance, he is easily mistaken for being a pure power fighter. But in fact, he was skillful enough to make even Rapier and Shamseal use of him, and he drew a line with a warrior proud of his ability to wave great prey down on his enemies, foolishly and honestly.
The mountain of adventurers is not low enough to be at its apex with one force. The kingdom of the Adventurer Alliance of the Great Powers was the kingdom of the mind and craftsmanship, of all things combined.
"Even the Knights of my country won't hold a few matches if we meet properly! That's what I'm doing! Proud! And fight! More! More!!
Unleashing the fierce instincts hidden within, Killing acceleratively increases the weight of the maneuver and blow. Before that onslaught, the Black Knight, on the other hand - was calm everywhere, however.
(To this extent? I thought I could do more)
Cold eyes under the mask objectively analyze Killing's strength.
(I didn't expect to be prevented from the first blow, was that it?)
One short sword deviates a battle axe as heavy as a boulder, and Noble Daisy keeps avoiding Killing's attacks at risk.
Until the burning killings unleash a powerful, but 'cluttered' blow. Your Highness continues to expose herself to stormy battle axe indiscriminate fire.
(Is it time? End up hunting your neck at the counter. So it's World War II.)
When you eventually began to see fatigue in Killing's movements, you were sure of the victory.
A Thousand Graviton Fighters. There will be no such thing as an assassin with only poor defenses if he is toughened up with rigid arms. That's the same thing that would have been precious if the level had been raised to the limit value. He himself thought that if he could be slashed twice or three times with that battle axe, it would be on him to fall.
But it doesn't hit. Moving your muscles to the limit doesn't even make Killing's attacks look precious.
Not because you are desperate to avoid it. At the level of Killing degree (...), in the first place, it was not even possible to capture the scoundrels who evaded them.
Contrary to papery defenses, the top scouts are so viable that they are called 'shields to dodge'. Avoid, flatter, flush. Guitar had twelve minutes to spare, confronting 'Killing Everyone'. Killing's assault was not blurred earlier.
"Olaaaaaaaaa!! Shatter, whoa, whoa, whoa!
(Kida)
If you don't hit it, blow it to pieces on every earth. Killing, who raised his pneumonia without concealing his intentions and temper, waves his battle axe up in the great upper stages, staring at the Black Knight with his burning eyes.
(Right here. hunt your neck for this tremendous swing)
Poke through a flash of gaps and quickly despair your enemies. That was the fight style of the scouts and what you were most adept at.
Avoid it, wave the sword. Efficient operation by mechanical had yielded extremely stable results. That's why, while he was in front of a man called a ghost, Noble University even remembered his absolute sense of security.
There was an alarm there, until it was deadly.
"[Graviton]!
"Guaaaaa!?
Due to the heavy pressure exerted on his entire body, Guitar University raised its voice of agony for the first time in the Games.
At the same time, a noble man poking his knee. He couldn't stand much 'weight'.
Advanced Skills [Graviton]. A cage of ultra-gravity, surrounding the user's radius of ten meters. Gravity, which has increased tenfold, turns weapons and protective equipment into additives, and even flying dragons fall to the ground.
Even your greatness cannot resist [Graviton]. Hands, feet, flesh, bones are turning him into a chain that binds him to the ground. In the meantime, the full body armor he's wearing to hide his identity annoys him. Black, heavy armor, all of which had turned into restraints.
"Now it's todome......!
In the increased gravity, Killing lets blood vessels float in his muscles to force his hand with a battle axe.
He was also lifting the battle axe in advance. It was also possible to highlight the gap. I was also tired of 'pretending'. It was all for this blow. The force of gravity was multiplied to ensure a hit of Special Attack.
Guitar realized that he had fallen preoperatively here. "It's made of muscle all the way to my brain," I realized to my opponent, who insulted me, it was taken in my hand like a good thing.
Being ashamed of his alarm and uncertainty, Noble University felt a strong sense of impatience at the same time. As it is, I lose. With the super heavy blow of a heavy warrior, I lose by one blow. If that happens, it becomes harder to get dangerous winning prizes.
"Now, look at me. Awwwwwwwww!!
Battle axe to be swung straight down. There was no time to get lost in a blow that froze my spine.
"[Mirage]
Even swallowed the little whine of your greatness, and the Colosseum made a blast and rocked loudly.
There was no black knight there when heavily wound dirt fell to the ground like mud. All I have is a big crater. And the only person standing is Killing.
processes and results so clear that you can't go wrong. With that in mind, the audience cheered loudly,
"... gaha"
To Killing, who threw up blood and fell, I lost my word.
".............................. Huh?
One shadow rises in place of a quilling that falls and is wrapped in the light of metastasis.
Black armor, black helmet. The name of the man dyed black to the sword is Nobuo Sayama. A figure known to the masses as the Black Knight - someone who was supposed to have been crushed by Killing - now put up his sword as if to show victory.
"Rat, what is it?
Colosseum wrapped in strange deliberation, not a constant cheer. In that one room, a black knight and a girl were facing each other.
"I was away from Gran Feria, so the [marking] is out of effect... but somehow I know. You're a takahiro, aren't you?
In a cleaning equipment storage area where no one leans over, the one questioning the Black Knight is the red-haired girl.
Earlier, she was Alti Brave-Scarlett-Castilla, Killing's daughter, defeated by the Black Knight.
"When my father fell, blood was gushing out of his neck. I'm with you then. with the time of The Angry Devil. So, hey, it's you, right?
"... well, yes."
For three inquiry stuffs, the Black Knight finally raised the white flag. With his raised hands, he removed his helmet and Guitar exposed his face to Alti.
I knew it was you.
Alty with a delightful, very unpleasant, complex look.
A father he believed to be the strongest was defeated by a man he called a rat. But you are a benefactor who has saved yourself twice, and a superman who can't help himself.
Alty was feeling herself beginning to be attracted to its strength. He was attracted as a warrior to enough men to defeat Killing.
But with that opponent precious, I guess there's still something to think about. It's not manly, it's annoying, it's sloppy, it's flimsy.
The dilemma of having pale thoughts on a man who is roughly far from his ideal image. Alti's heart was so puzzled that she couldn't explain herself.
"I'm sorry I knocked your father out."
"Ugh..."
Alti, who says he "defeated the strongest" before the fact, is unconsciously tempted. She also feels bitter about the movement of her mind as if she is happy to have her parents defeated.
What can I say? What should I tell them? I thought I'd tell you one of my complaints, I should have come here myself. "I'll take my father's enemies. Wash your neck and wait," he said.
That one word doesn't come out. The evil things you say about everyday tea meals don't come out only at this time.
- No, the truth is, it has been for a long time.
Ever since I got help from The Angry Devil. Since they saved lives at the ruins. And since I was told the real level. Alty felt a kind of 'inability' to do things to you.
Turning to him, I can't stay in the mood. I have a bad tooth cut, and if I mumble, I get confused. Fuck it, he cares, and it's where I follow him.
Though I don't think this is me, I can't stop it. I've thought over and over about how that is, but I didn't have a firm answer.
But now I feel like I know the answer. Alty, holding his chest, gently tried to reach for the answer - stopping.
"You, if you lose, you don't understand! Because - win!
What came out instead was an unattractive word of deception.
Right now, I feel kind of scared to notice what it really feels like. Artie was stunned to see how timid she was.
On the head of such a red-haired girl, Guitar puts her hands on her and laughs at ease.
"Well, you don't have to tell me, I'm going to win"
With that said, Guitar, wearing a helmet, left the room.
Alty, who was left, was turning his face bright red and gripping the center of his chest with his right hand.
Game three in the semifinals. Coming up here, they're all just as magnificent.
The Knights of the Great Powers. Adventurer Guild Leader. To the elder son of the famous martial family, the warriors who have flown from the exotic. It's the semi-finals of the Summer Fighting Games that deserve to be here.
It's not strange who wins in this. The warriors gathered at the Summer Fighting Games were of such high quality that they could decide the top four in the Eastern Continent with semi-finalists.
But still, if you dare to anticipate who's the strongest in the tournament right now...
"Kaufman! It's" Iron Kaufman "!!
The name of the mightiest knight, Siegmundt-von Kaufman, was often mentioned.
"[Eisen Spiece]!
Just once you stick out your long spear, there are shockwave claw marks on the ground, and the barrier covering the Colosseum's guest seat shivers billibly.
There could be no other demonstration of such an authority than the 'Iron Kaufman'.
(I didn't want to hit it just with this guy... did he come out after all)
He stroked his silver hair behind him, staring at the great man in armor, and Guitar drowned a cold sweat under his helmet.
Spear judgment as precise as a machine. The power to tear heaven and earth apart. A solid Bartolore skill, on a long spear given by God. The strength of Kaufman, beloved by the Martial God, was more polished than he had tasted before.
"I offer victory to my country, my princess! What do you want, Black Knight?
(Wow!?
Continuous penetration of instantaneous speed, like holes in space. Your university jumped out of the way to a series of strikes targeting the steeple without the madness of fine dust.
"Let him go!
(Give me a break already!
Back, several steps to the side. The mightiest knight who still follows as if to stick to that movement that confuses the opponent. At linear speeds, Guitar cooled his liver greatly to the handsome feet of Kaufman, no less than Guitar.
(Fight with the intention of defeating, I thought I could win...... was it sweet!
Once relative, I was careful not to kill the chasing Kaufman. He was, so to speak, dealing with the most powerful knight. Still, he managed to reveal himself, so he was confident in this battle.
With all your strength, it will be easier to fight than to get out of hand halfway. With that in mind, your university went to the semifinals...
"There!
"Guh!?
Enough from the start, Guitar was being pushed.
Later, at last, the tip of the long spear captured the precious shoulder, trying to pierce his bone meat with every sheet metal.
If you can't wait to do this, you'll turn yourself around and slip away from your cut. As he moves, Kaufman's knee kick is slammed into your torso.
"Ugh!?
Impact that penetrates thick armor and rocks the flesh inside. My elbows are now swung down on the back of a noble man who happens to break his body.
"Damn!?
On an elbow iron that resonates to the core of your body, you take down your sword and fall down. I can't get my hair in for a while, I aim for his heart, and a long spear sticks out -!
"[Disconnect] No!!
Guitar rose to jump and quickly regained his posture after striking a blow that could have been a decision.
However, Kaufman continues to attack unwillingly to evade the divine nobility. As if he had expected the earlier attack to come off, the knight, who immediately pulled the spear off the ground, begins the progression without changing one complexion.
The people of Bartoloa, the land of iron, are supposedly so precise as to be made fun of. Human beings in other countries praise them for deciding on the details and not being put up with them unless they are executed as they are.
In that regard, Kaufman is probably the exemplary Bartoloan. Assemble, combine, and move your body exactly the way you need to win. Earlier, it was like a series of attacks that knocked you out.
Accurately execute each and every action, hunting down pale enemies for victory. That resembled a determined task, and in fact your university was about to be handled administratively.
This is the fear of Bartolore, I think you are. This is why the martial arts loved me, the audience thinks. Those gathered in the Colosseum had been overwhelmed by the embodies of Bartoloa, who overwhelmed even the Black Knight.
But the only one of them was you laughing. Hounded by "Iron Kaufman," he was still laughing invincibly.
"Keep it up. I knew I didn't like this old man. But..."
He still laughs as he is pushed into the wall with a long spear and the enemy in distress looms in front of him.
Under his helmet, he grinned, and he made Kaufman's long spear - force, let him play!
"The strong enemies like you were gobbled up online!!
Guitar, who played long spears in a defensive technique known as Parry, kicks the wall and jumps up big. Then, lay the short sword aside in front of your chest and activate one skill.
"[Mirage Body]!
As soon as possible, a big blur rippled in the audience. What a black knight with a sword split into five bodies!
Five black knights with different dimensions. They attack Kaufman from all directions, moving so fragmented.
"Ugh, deceitful!?
Poke a black knight jumping in from overhead. Then, the Black Knight swells up big and bursts with pieces of paper scattered around.
"Too bad it's a hassle."
Kaufman fisted sharply at the voice he heard in his ear. Along with unreliable responses like punching pillows, the Black Knight once again bursts.
"There's still three of us."
"You see the real thing?
"Come on, pierce the spear!
Splashing paper fuzz. And to the echoing words of the Black Knight - Kaufman, restores a calm mind.
(The first hunt in Gaudí. Transparency in the Battle of Killing. This person, after all, is not a warrior. Shadow Man)
Armor covering the whole body and the name 'Black Knight'. I was confused by what I could see, what I could hear, and I hadn't grasped the essence. That's what Kaufman thought.
Not a knight who manipulates illusions, but a shadow man - if he is like an assassin, he can fight as much as he wants. If the opponent hides in the phantom, see through the truth and slap the main body. It was a man named Kaufman who could do that.
"If you're not coming, we're going this way."
(The deception is' light '. The presence is thin and the operation is not weighty)
From his previous experience and the considerations he had cultivated, Kaufman put around the main body as early as possible.
(In the deepest part, it is the main body that stands loose. others are like paper balloons)
If you decide so, the anger flashed, Kaufman rolled out an intense ramp.
The mightiest knight, transformed into a single spear, approached the Black Knight with the momentum as it stood, piercing through a united split that blocked his way.
No way, you never thought it would be easy to see through. As a result, the Black Knight, whose first start was delayed, was no longer destined to be skewered.
(I got it)
Kaufman was convinced of his victory when the tip of the spear implanted up to a thin piece of skin.
That's why when the black knight, who believed and did not doubt the main body, made a noise and burst - for a moment, he stopped moving. And you didn't miss that gap.
"[Neck hunting]"
"Damn......!?
Kaufman, stunned to open his eyes, tries to look back at the voice he hears from behind.
But before turning his neck behind him, he disappeared wrapped in the light of his metastasis.
As a result, only the Black Knight remained on the spot. A "body" of black knights, who had lost all their countless identities, had paid their swords left and right to fly their adherent blood.
"[Change Body]. An abandoned player taught me to keep it for me."
The Black Knight was high and raised his sword.
A moment late, stormy applause and drinks rolled up from the audience.