I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

The victorious Fran was slowly walking down the aisle back to the holding room. I'm shaking my body like that.

"Fran, are you okay?

"Mmm..."

Little damage has been taken from them. I either avoided the sword or received it physically invalid. Mindfulness used me and Sibula quite a bit during the fight, but they were offset from each other and neither of them worked.

Sibula certainly has split thoughts. I was attacking this one with constant vigilance during the intense fighting. That's so much so that I couldn't afford to turn my mind around to attack. Well, not bad if you think you could have sealed it.

No major wounds were sustained, Fran, but he continued to use Flashing Hua Xun Thunder for a long time and exercised his divine attributes himself. Because of this, it seems to be more draining than I imagined.

He has a face for the pain that stifles his whole body. Besides, they can't get out of fatigue using heels. If you sleep overnight, can you handle it?

I could see ahead of the heavenly break, but using the divine attribute is still too much recoil. I hope I can use it separately......

Besides, it's not just depletion. With a face that doesn't float, he is blushing his lips.

"What's up?

(ceded to win)

"Uh."

Sibula tried to do something at the end, and I'm sure she stopped it. Rather than exhausted, he seemed reluctant to expose his wife's hands to the crowd.

If they are Reids' spies, they will have no choice. But as for Fran, he seems to have been given the win.

'It's a serious battle, but it's also a game there. I guess I didn't think it was the time to use my wife's hands. Even we don't want people to see our hands, do we?

Potential liberation and skill takers are not scheduled to be used in militant competitions. I don't know what to say, but it's the worst fight you can lose.

"Mmm..."

'Well, we won, without using each other's hands. So let's keep it good. All those people admitted to losing, didn't they?

Sibula was more of a battle freak than Fran. Must be pretty regrettable. Aren't you rolling around to regret by now?

Fran understood that too, and smiled all the time.

"Mmm."

'More than that, we need to get ready for the next game'

First, watch the next game. It is a match between Aberb, the Apprentice of Ayworth, and Diaz, the Alliance Master.

"Phew."

Back in the audience, Fran sits in the chair like he's sinking. Again, your body seems weak.

"Fran, if it's hard, you can go to sleep, okay?

"Go."

Even though fatigue seeps through his face, his eyes are shimmering. Maybe the excitement of battle still doesn't hold. Shortly after we killed each other with full adrenaline.

'In the meantime, do you want something to eat?

"Curry. It's hard"

Food that's a little hard to eat in a place like this, but now would be a good time. The smell, if only I could scatter it with wind magic. Make it look like Fran put it out and take the grand curry out of my storage.

Still, you want to be dry? Unusual.

"Mm. Beginning"

As Fran shrugged, under his eyes, the second game was just about to start. Staring at the playing field with serious eyes while transporting the dry curry to your mouth at a constant rate.

Aberb is a skinny man with dark hair on white skin like a necromancer. Stay on the spotter and face Diaz. Is it an indication of leeway that you are laughing with nigga and disgust while putting your strong enemies in front?

"Dear Diaz of Dragonflies. I wanted to fight you once."

"Huh? That would be an honor, but why not?

"I, the young man, bring down and humiliate the one whom that young, deserted teacher acknowledges! Hihihihihi! Just think, it hurts!

"Wow. That smile, it looks just like that idiot. Does the disciple look like a teacher?

"Hihihi! I'll melt you in that soaking face, Gucciagucha! Plus, there's another reason I wanted to fight you!

"Heh? What's that?

"Kuku. I'm the only one of my mentor's former buddies who's going to win!

So screamed the pervert - Tortoise Aberb took one test tube out of his nostrils.

"Hihihihihihihi no! Die! It's not a poison!

Upon appraisal, what Aberb took out was a magic drug named 'Seven Moments'. It seems that this poisoned person was named after the fact that he would die while blinking seven times.

That test tube is slammed onto the stage, and in an instant a tremendous amount of smoke erupts. It looked exactly like the magic medicine Ayworth was using.

Aberb possesses poison resistance at level 8, so I guess this poison won't work. Diaz does not have such high resistance skills. Is this okay?

"You are indeed strong! He's the best illusion user of our time! But sad, the defensive side is no big deal. That's what if you eat an inevitable attack, there's nothing you can do!

That certainly is. Even with the art of using illusion, thought guidance, gaze guidance, and flaunting an opponent's attacks, there's nothing you can do about a widespread attack that you don't want to avoid.

This could be Giant Killing by Aberb...

"Crouch!"

"Hihihi! You don't have to smoke this poison, you can get in through your skin!

"Ku......"

"Diaz the dragonfly! This spicy sword Aberb took it!

Immediately after looking up to heaven and shouting so, Aberb's body leans. And then he peeled off his white eyes and fell straight in front.

"It's second-rate to keep your eyes off the enemy in battle, isn't it?

"Ko, this is ah! What happened! I wondered if Master Diaz had fallen from spitting blood, and right after that, he was right behind Aberb! It's an illusion!

As the commentary screams, it must have been the split created by phantom magic that fell. He cleverly used thought guides and the like, and approached them unnoticed. And it is a fist blow to the steeple.

"Understand?

"... subtle?

"Me too, I could see through this distance..."

With him facing each other on stage, it was unknown whether he could detect Diaz's movements. In the first place, it was like having a smokescreen ready for Diaz at a time when the signs were killing extremely well and the poison smoke didn't work.

But how did you prevent the poison? Skills or magic tricks? I couldn't see that either because I was covered in poison smoke.

"I knew it wasn't a glimmer."

"But I win"

"Ooh."

As a result, Diaz's second-decade play closed the second game.

The next game was also close to an instant kill. Well, the sights were good enough.

It was a battle between Hilt and Crikka, but it was different from the Battle of Radul, and Hilt chose the method of warfare.

In contrast, I could see Cricca pounding her tongue. In her case, the counter is dominated by the opponent's attack.

They stare at each other. If that's all, it can be called adhesive. But as time went by, I could see Cricca rushing out.

The magic in Hilt's body grows with dongs. Even if you're not familiar with the Demitris stream, you'll know it's dangerous if you leave it like this.

Still, Cricca kept up and kept looking at Hilt. We decided to prepare for any attack.

If you get into this state in qualifying, you can say, "Fight fast!" Even one of the next wild ones would go up. But the audience just shut up and stare at the arena. It seems that Cricca's releasing urgency is propagating to the audience.

"Ha..."

Hilt unleashed his magic all at once. The magic overshadows the stage. But it's not offensive in itself. Magic was obnoxious.

If the arena were covered in all that intense magic, magic sensing wouldn't make sense.

Shortly after, Cricca blew up. Its body, thrown out into the universe, unnaturally changes course several times. It's a Hilt attack.

Surrounded by the same kind of magic, Hilt's magic release attack cannot be read at all either. Crikka didn't have the skill to do it, she had to eat a series of strikes.

And Cricca, who was shot down to the stage at the end of the day, doesn't move while she's still neat. It is a settlement.

Hilt is definitely strong, but that's not all. The tactic of war now would be that Hilt was hit by Ladur in the previous game. I mean, she's studying and growing again, too.

Fran isn't the only one who's getting stronger. I was reminded of that.

Now we have another strong enemy at the top.

"What's next?"

"Mm. Fermus and Nighthardt"