"Shh."
As the audience watched, he pulled out his sword from his waist and shook it off.
I felt strangely surrounded by the sound of breath slightly leaking from my mouth.
"... no, no, don't be silly. Oh, my arm!!
The next moment, Ian's left arm, which was looking at our way out, bled from the tip of his elbow.
The giant Ian's body is naturally thick with his arms.
Blood keeps coming out of that loggy arm as if it were a joke.
I thought carelessly that it seemed like I was squeezing the tip of the hose and pumping out water with a lot of momentum.
"Oh, what are you doing...?"
Ian's eyes were opened by consternation.
And I was ahead of that line of sight.
Apparently, Ian doesn't understand exactly what happened to her.
No, it wasn't just Ian.
For many of those who were here, I was unable to tell what kind of attack I had just launched.
Perhaps if I were in the opposite position, I would have had exactly the same reaction as Ian.
I also thought it might have been dead in the last blow.
Because I retreated a lot from Ian's trampling attack.
And I'm still there.
I mean, I just pulled my sword away from Ian and shook it on the spot.
Why does Ian's arm fall to the ground with a neat cut off?
"Ian, don't die."
But I didn't answer the question of what I did.
You won't be particularly blamed because you're in the middle of a battle for your life.
Instead, I just want you to feel my kindness.
"Shh."
"Gahhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my feet are aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"
I waved my sword again without moving from the spot.
The next moment, Ian's right leg was cut off from his body.
Now he was trying to avoid an attack from me, and he was still trying to attack us with a flesh.
Ian was running a little detour toward us before I shook my sword.
My leg was cut off in the process.
What happens then?
You lose your axial foot, which should support your weight, and your giant body leans large.
I thought it would collide with the ground, but apparently Atmos warriors are even said to live on the battlefield.
Even with the loss of hands and feet, the instinct of the struggle was not lost.
Though I was about to fall out of balance, I held my right arm close to the tree.
We used the trees left at the far end of the [leveling] place as a duel ground.
And not only that, but you pulled the tree out of the ground with a single arm and whispered its roots.
Uoraaaaaaaaaaaaa
The land that had been set up as a arena for the duel was somewhat wide, but not so large.
Therefore, Atmos' warrior giant body and the tree reach in his hand were long.
It must have had the effect of running towards us.
The thick trees with branches were supposed to reach enough where I was.
Alternatively, we may have expected a role to play in identifying and preventing our attack by sticking the tree forward.
"Shh."
But the sword is shaken again.
Now Ian's right arm said goodbye to his torso from the root of his shoulder.
The right arm holding the tree flew towards the day after tomorrow as if it had slipped out.
As expected, Ian thought something was wrong when she saw this.
My attack today was clearly not supposed to hit.
Because the pulled out tree had many branches and leaves sticking out at me.
Normally, if I did some kind of attack, it would be strange if the tree wasn't damaged before it hit Ian.
In other words, Ian's attack was carried out with the trees as a shield.
Even if you can't see my attack, you'll know if the tree that was thrown out before gets hit by something.
At that time, I might have let go of the tree, but I was trying to avoid it.
However, there was no attack on the tree.
Instead of branches, not even a single leaf has been cut.
Nevertheless, Ian's right arm, which was supposed to be behind it, was cut off.
The attack struck as if there were no trees between me and Ian that would be such an obstacle.
"Shh."
Ian pulled out a tree and waved while losing one leg, but he couldn't stand up because the tree flew across his arm.
My body rotated as if it was making a sound of a boom.
I'll chase them there.
The fourth attack was aimed at the remaining left foot.
The tip of my thigh was cut and dropped.
Ian now loses both hands and legs from his body.
Even now, there is bleeding from the cutting surface, but it does not seem to have blown out as much as the first whether it is tightened by applying force to the muscles.
But that's all I could do for Ian.
The loss of both hands and feet and the buttocks prevented me from taking the next action immediately.
I mean, I couldn't even stand up.
Silence comes around.
No one can speak.
Didn't you expect Atmos warriors to end up in this one-sided situation?
Or maybe you still don't understand what I did.
After all, it may be significant that as one of the audiences, I don't even know what kind of weapon I have.
Because my sword did not take the form of a sword.
Because the sword that was pulled out of the sheath hanging on the waist had no sword body, but only a handle.
The figure of a boy swinging around with no blades.
It was like a little kid playing with swordsmanship, and yet the Atmos warrior's chopped hands and feet, and a lot of blood scattered from there to the ground, proved to be real.
"Ian, don't die. Next is the neck."
Well, wait. I lost. Admit defeat!!
There is a match. Winner, Warrior Ars. I hereby declare the duel over. Put weapons on both sides. "
Following Ian's surrender, witness Tanatos announced the end of the match.
But I still hold the sword.
Tanatos said yes, but he didn't know if the other Atmos warriors would approve of the defeat of this duel.
Perhaps someone will intrude because they are not convinced of my victory.
Holding a sword with only a pattern, he looks around.
But maybe he worried too much about me.
Everyone around me, including the other Atmos warriors, was pulling the strings.
Of course, it seemed like I was worried about getting into trouble, and no one was going to come near me.
Thus, the duel between me and Ian ended with my victory.