Legend

"This is... what a great number of people to say"

Ray is the one who whines.

It's a squeak in the athletes' room in the arena reserved for the outside of Teito.

Next to it, Rodos opens his mouth surprised not to lose to Ray either.

"As it were, well, it's a martial arts tournament that brings together participants from all over the Bestian Empire, as well as from the surrounding countries. Well, you can't help it if it's this many people."

Looking around restlessly somewhere, reassured by nothing more than what those who come to gaze at themselves think, Rhodos goes on to say as if to erase the upset that lies within him.

Incidentally, there was also a relationship between the three Luzida-style dragon fangs and the number of people when they signed up, or it was a different modem.

Ray squeaks with the meaning of calming down Rodos.

"What surprises me more than that is that there will be no opening ceremony for the martial arts competition."

"Hmm? Oh, that. Well, it sure would take a long time to do the opening ceremony if there were so many of them. If you think about it, you won't be convinced to have an opening ceremony in the final tournament, which is also the main game."

As Rhodes put it, the opening ceremony at the Martial Arts Games has been held since the tournament began.

There were aspects of treatment for the safety of the emperors, royals, or nobles coming on tour, and there were aspects of qualifying being basically low-level.

Most importantly, that's why the game is rough and the betting is hugely exciting, and quite a few of us are looking for it.

Naturally Ray is also in the game, asking Elk to bet a few gold coins to win himself out in the qualifying Battle Royal.

Rhodos, who watched it, was frightened, but never said anything in particular, nor bet on himself like Ray did.

Also, as you can see Ray gave Elk the money to bet on himself, Dusker, Elk and Minn are also coming to tour the martial arts tournament to bet on faces like Ray and Rodos.

"And you're not all just in this room, are you? I don't have a Luzzi or anything."

To Ray, who groans as he looks around, Rodos also nods again confirming that he has no facial acquaintance trained with him for about two days.

"I guess. Seeing it this way... you're crossing from strong to weak. Sure, if we play the tournament in this state, it'll take us a long time to waste. With that in mind, Battle Royal is not the wrong format for qualifying......?

I was speaking to Ray, but the words were heard to several participants who were near the two.

Unfortunately, the faces in this modest room are bloody distracted by the fact that qualifying is about to begin, which is why I can't hear what the two young people are talking about with their translations and faces.

That would be even worse if one of them were pretty small and only looked like a wizard in a robe.

We are being licked. A man in his 20s who felt so rose from where he was sitting and approached Ray and Rodos.

"Hey boys, you got a lot of mouth, but you know where we are? This isn't the kind of place you guys can come to, is it? No, I don't know if that warrior kid means no ex-arms test. But if you're wearing a robe. You're clearly out of place."

Tell that to the other person, Ray, who is only as tall as his own chest.

I guess the other fighting contestants around me didn't have time because they still haven't seen the qualifying start. I just said I found some leisure time to dress up.

"That's right, that's right, even when a kid like that comes along, you're done losing the qualifying round. Go home and suck on your mother's tits."

He said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Guha, you, that's too bad a woman's taste."

"In the first place, I can still tell the warrior over there. But if you're wearing a robe, look where you're not wearing armor, you're obviously like a wizard, aren't you? If you qualify, you might be able to do something about it, but if you're going to be in the main game, you're definitely going to lose the first round."

"No, it's impossible to stay until the main battle in the first place."

Participants who spoken up, but some of them naturally had just the strength to spot Ray and Rodos' strengths.

While turning a sight somewhere similar to pity to the participants who are still fresh like that, those powerful people distance themselves from getting caught up in the uproar that is going to happen.

I'm sorry to get caught up in the commotion, but I want to make sure Ray and Rodos are strong. I guess that's what you thought.

As a first name, it is forbidden for participants who are competing in combat competitions to compete with each other before a match, and if they are bad, they may even lose eligibility to participate.

But it is only from the tournament of the main battle that those decisions apply. Sometimes the qualifying Battle Royal had become famous innocent when it came to the rules around it, with the rough guys coming together countless times.

As a result, every time a tournament takes place, several people abstain before the qualifying period begins, but it is not particularly corrected with the realization that if they have enough strength to compete in the game, they will pass through the area without any problems.

"Did you notice anything?

Ask the person Ray approaches as he stares at himself without feeling anything at all.

The man who sees it as looking at himself lightly reaches for Ray as he lifts his blood vessels to the comet.

Grab that robe and pull it in, punch it in the face hidden in the hood and teach it up and down the position with pain.

It was an extended hand with that intention, but I was grabbing the air, not the robe, because Ray pulled his half back.

"Pfft, look at that. Hey. I'm trying to get my hands on the guy who did the licking, and I'm doing something more lickable."

"Come on, don't make fun of him too much. Yeah, I can see it. I'm nervous. I'm full of it."

"Uh... I don't know what to say, shouldn't we stop before we scratch any more shame? There's a commotion going on here, that kid...... is he a kid? From that voice, you're okay with a kid, aren't you? Whatever the kid gets hurt, I'm sorry he got hurt."

"What? What are you talking about? You don't even deserve to be in this fight, do you?

A voice you hear from around you, a voice that sneers at you.

The man who failed to grab Ray's robe shook his body while enduring that humiliation...

"If you don't need me, is that enough? I'd like to slow down until qualifying starts."

There is no way I can stand to get out of Ray's mouth where such words caused me to scratch my shame.

"Don't be ridiculous, you fucking kid!

Fist to be wielded.

Still, he only enters the fight tournament, does not imitate waving his fist up, and uses the force gained by straightening his body while standing up to protrude his fist.

He was a man who specializes in fighting, but in this case he is clearly a bad opponent.

Even Ray has experience fighting Vihera, who specializes in fighting. No matter how much I remember my arms, I had to say that I lacked strength.

Slap off the fist you've stretched out on your face with your palms.

Was it at least the warmth of the hand, not the fist?

"Become!?

It must have been understandable that with just the series of exchanges we have now, it is quite powerful to be standing in front of us.

Originally, even if this man was of a quality that was susceptible to blood rising on his head, he had the degree of thought to which he would retreat greatly if he understood the strength of his opponents.

But...... all I could say in this case was that the place was bad.

Martial arts competitions, which are also the biggest monuments of the Bestian Empire, many of those around them are powerful.

If I retreat here now, I'm nothing but a clown, just stuck from myself to Ray.

The upcoming qualifying round will be intensively targeted by other participants as prey to outfits, and not only that, but there could even be a lot of problems in their work after the fight.

I mean, while I understood the power difference between the person in front of me and myself, I could never leave here.

"Chi, shit!

Countless fists that pull the slapped down arm back in front and are released in a row.

Instead of being able to exert the force brought from all the rotations of the body like the previous blow, a series of attacks focused solely on speed.

I breathe a jab-like attack I say in boxing. It won't be long before I keep letting go.

That quick fist streak was also a decisive testament to the fact that men weren't the only ones in the mouth.

The men who stood around unwittingly peeled at the speed of their fists, which were continuously unleashed.

I'm surprised at that speed for a moment, even if it's a ray.

I have had several combat experiences with Vihera, who specializes in fighting, but Vihera has the fighting style of tapping into a powerful blow using her high physical abilities.

Of course, it's never too late for that speed, but it would be better than the man Ning Lo is about to slap his fist into Ray right now.

However, it was a rare experience for Ray to deal with an opponent who dropped the power of a blow until it increased the speed of the attack.

I see. Medium attack speed.

It was Ray whining like he was impressed, but it doesn't change that the man is tapping off all the countless fistfights he rolls out with both hands with his right hand palm.

When I got here, there was no way I wouldn't admit that the others in the pantry had higher powers than the men.

Those who were first evacuated not to be harmed by realizing Ray's strengths are carefully observing if they can find anything at all like Ray's weaknesses and habits.

"Well, it's time. Sleep tight."

The man who had an incredible look on his face at the fact that all his fists would be tapped off listens to Ray and bites his back teeth.

Because I sensed that Ray's blow would be rolled out. And that it's also impossible for me to dodge or defend that blow.

Drop the shaken fist and Ray tries to move his body forward...

"What are you doing!

At that moment, such a voice echoes into the modest room.

When all the players in the booth turned their gaze to those who spoke up, there was a man in his 30s or so in a uniform indicating that he was a member of the tournament's management committee.

No matter how much rubbing between the athletes was silent, they just couldn't keep fighting in front of the steering committee.

"... Shit, you picked up your life"

He was the man to tell Ray that, but there's a ton of sweat on his forehead.

Temperatures are still fairly high during the day, in a modest room with a large number of athletes attending a martial arts competition. And he kept releasing his fists continuously until earlier.

Whether you think of them or the sweat on a man's forehead is an abnormal amount.

Even a man knew it. That if you kept fighting like that, you would definitely have been defeated.

The sweat on my forehead was proof of that.

Still, throwing up words like a loser probably meant half the void strongly.

Do you know that just for yourself as a man, too, staring at Ray hatefully off the spot and heading towards the back of the barn?

I understand that if I stay in front of Ray, I can undoubtedly strip away my vanity, but therefore.

Seeing a man go away, Ray also untangles himself again.

Next to such a ray, Rhodos was turning his gaze toward the ray somewhere shaken.

After this, Battle Royal said there was a battle that would be tiring in many ways, but I didn't know Ray was going to make a brawl here.

I don't have to drain my strength for nothing here... I think so, Rhodos, but if I recall how much Ray's own health is, I soon realize it's useless to worry.

He played a series of mock fights with Rodos, Luzi, Veicul, and Mosto, and he barely disturbed his breath when he played a mock fight with all four of them right after him. That alone, I couldn't even imagine how much strength Rhodos had.

"... well, fine. Sometimes you can disqualify if you seem too shy, so be reasonable."

That's what the Steering Committee tells him as he sighs.

It's not even a tournament for the main game, it's still in the qualifying stage. Just be careful that there are a large number of bloodthirsty people, and let me know what happened to this modest room again.

"Preliminary Block C is initiated. Whoever's about to be called his name, follow me."

To the words, all those who were in the modem, starting with Ray, quietly wait for their names to be called.

In turn, the names of those participating in the qualifying round will be called…

"Ray."

Make sure your name has been called. Ray takes one step forward.

Ray, although some people who hear the name show a reaction, the name Ray itself is not so rare.

And because rumors spread about deep red make him a giant man, there was no such thing as linking Ray to deep red.

There were a few people who seemed suspicious.

With such a ray intact, the names of those participating in the qualifying round of Block C are called one after the other, but there was no name for Rhodos among them.

(Ma, I guess I've decided it's a lot of loss to have Deep Red and Thunder God's Axe Son fight in the qualifying block together)

Those who whine inside and participate in the qualifying round for Block C, starting with Ray, follow the man on the Steering Committee.

"... don't think you'll make it through the qualifying round."

Ray accidentally sighed when he heard a man whining bossly as he walked through the side, countless fists rolling out toward Ray until earlier.