Legend

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

With cheers echoing around, Ray moves on to the arena stage.

I killed my time while touring the arena, and still ended up going back to the barn because it wasn't that interesting to visit alone, killing my time without talking to anyone.

Fortunately, I guess the other participants felt free to wait in the modest room. Most of them were out of the barn, and Ray was fortunate to have no more participants, especially a few who had stared at themselves with killing intent, even in the sense that no troublesome smelly events would occur.

It was Ray who was killing his time that way, but eventually the game went on and I finally find out that the call from the Steering Committee put me in the order of my game.

I tipped my neck that the game was going faster than I expected, but according to the management committee, it wasn't that uncommon.

One way or another, it's a martial arts tournament featuring the annual Bestian Empire. The players are on fire, and the pace of the game is really fast.

Furthermore, if the legacy of ancient magic civilization had a slight breath, the injury would disappear if it was lowered from the stage, and the athletes were able to carry it through an unexpected game.

As a result, the game progressed much faster than Ray had expected, and Ray's appearance thus existed on the stage.

'Here he comes, here he comes, here he comes! Now it's time for a deep red, which is also the typhoon eye of the Games! I was also excited about the wind manipulating Magic Swordsman Glass played in the previous game and the Battle of Big Swordsman Beason destroying everything, but this fight is definitely more exciting than that! Everybody, count on it. "

The audience's tension even rises to the stirring voice of reality.

While listening to that, Ray turns his gaze to his opponent with the death size he took out of Mystering before showing up here.

Or I guess I didn't perceive Ray's attitude like that, but the timely and live voice started introducing the opponent.

"The name of such a brave warrior who fights deep red is Anacel, a magnificent two-swordsman! A man with a song knife in both hands, who has made multiple opponents a blood festival in the qualifying round in a dancing charming battle! As you can see from the color of your skin, it's a race you don't see much of around here. That, too, is the root martial artist that this man is brushing his arms as he travels! And I can't wait to see what kind of battle you're going to show Deep Red to your opponents!

As the facts say, I guess I have confidence in my arms. The man, who looks like he's in his 30s, sets up a sword in his hand with no sign of any whimsy when he says he's facing Ray.

The sword is also not the sword Ray has been accustomed to seeing since he came to this world. It's a song knife, commonly known as a sham seal or a spotter.

What's more, the man looks unfamiliar to Ray. I have a turban wrapped around my head, and I don't even wear the armor kind if I value ease of movement. I'm wearing clothes that seem to be quite defensive, but I guess it was created as a top priority not to disturb the movement.

Also, at the same time, the figure of the man is very different from the race we have seen before.

Of course, starting with the color of his hair, Ray has seen a lot of people he's never seen before in Japan. But what we have in front of us now surprises Ray in a different way.

Light black skin is thinner than dark elves and the face is deeply carved.

In Ray's perception, he looked like an opponent close to the so-called Middle Eastern race.

In fact, Anassel was a special clan person who is said to be a desert people, just like Ray imagined.

However, the desert people themselves do not exist around the Bestian Empire. Far away… because that is the people of a country that exists far away that has to continue its journey for years or so.

"Deep red, huh? I heard your lord is strong. That power... show me!

Set up a song knife in both hands and scream Anacel.

Ray also sets the death size as if to answer that.

I guess the referee who was watching those two eventually decided they were ready. Shout out loud.

"Begin!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

At the same time as the signal of initiation is given, cheers from the audience echo around.

I try to be pushed by such cheers, and first Anassel kicks the stage and packs up an intermission with Ray.

"Ahhhhhh!

Two song knives wielded with such a roaring voice.

That appearance of each assaulting Ray as if they were of a different will can be called a sword dance.

A storm of uninterrupted slaughter of so much movement.

But... it's not the sound of cutting through meat or cloth, or Ray's painful voice that echoes around. It was just the sound of metal hitting each other.

A continuous metal sound echoes around in the wind called kick-ass kick-ass.

Anassel says he's attacking with two swords, but Ray is dealing with it just by Death Size.

Most importantly, it was handled using both the blade part and the stone-piercing part.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I guess I changed the way I breathed. Unlike earlier, the speed of the song knife, which is wielded somewhere with a high voice, increases over time.

"Yeah, whatever you want, let me!

Ray was thoroughly defending himself and observing a duplicitous battle using a song knife, but this one also begins to act as Anacel's movements change.

Preventing a song knife to be wielded is consequently the same, but more aggressively...... that is, it is the same to prevent, but it comes forward and meets the Death Size and Song Knife.

(When it comes to meeting with Death Size, is that song knife also a magic item?)

Ray whines inside as he feels the shock coming back to his hand.

Behind such a ray, Anassel's expression gets tougher every time he meets.

A flowing sword dance, dominated by the movement of the circle. Two song knives that keep swinging without stopping the movement for a moment.

But... I still can't get the blade to Ray's body.

There was beginning to be paralysis in both hands with song knives meeting Death Size as it even left the feeling as if they were dealing with a wall of difficulty.

They are spreading death sizes that weigh more than 100 kg. Moreover, Ray himself wields that weight without suffering at all, so wherever the song knife is aimed, there is always a death size there.

If I kept hitting Death Size like that, it would have been natural for my hand holding a song knife to be paralyzed.

"He's got a nasty sturdiness!

Make sure you throw it away and flash a song knife with both hands. Each subtly mistimed and wielded, that attack also prevents Ray from lightly death-size.

Anacel, who saw it, jumped backwards and forth on the spot just because it was not as obvious as it was. Take a distance from Ray.

"You just have to have an alias like Deep Red. I didn't know you could attack me so far and even make me suffer a scratch. I was still confident in the speed and maneuver of the attack."

"Well, it does have some of the top offense I've ever fought."

Exchange words as we peek into each other's gaps.

While such an exchange takes place, the sword tip of the song knife is slightly raised or lowered, and the lay is also repositioned to set the death size to accommodate it.

"Top of the line? It's a shame it's not the best."

"Even now, we're fighting a lot of different opponents."

As we speak, the tension that is between us grows...

At the next moment, we jump forward as we have shown each other.

The two song knives that Anassel wields force Ray to slash and tear himself as he draws more velocity and sharpness and even more complex trajectories than he did earlier.

Ray continues to use Death Size to flush those two swords.

... Yes. It's not about playing, or preventing, or avoiding. They read the sword tip flow and circulate it. That's two knives too.

Had it been before, we would have dealt with them all by turning them over.

That, at first glance, appears to be defending itself using several means.

But there's only one way to do it now.

Repeating the stream, perhaps the most technically challenging of defenses, using only the death size, requires a very high level of skill than can be seen from the side.

Anyway, there's only one technique that we're using, so if you're attacking, you can attack with it. But Ray kept doing the recirculation while controlling his opponent not to do it.

This is an action that would undoubtedly not have taken place if it had been Ray before.

Instead of taking defensive action that you can easily do, you dare to shackle yourself and continue to flush.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's awesome, Anasel! It's a one-sided onslaught against that deep red! Attack, attack, attack, attack! Deep red is all you can do to prevent that series of attacks that just seem to be dancing!

Live voices echo around and audiences give praise to Anassel's dancing sword attack.

The same was true of the nobles in the VIP room.

"Ha, it's deep red. They say what, but rumors are rumors. In fact, he had only this much strength."

"You sure just seem to be pushed unilaterally. Or, even if you're good at the extensive magic you showed on the Seremouth Plains, you're not good at personal fights, or what?

"I see that's possible. In fact, it would be extremely troublesome just to be able to use attack magic that would disrupt our army... but this is how you showed your weakness, so it was worth it for His Majesty the Emperor to allow you to participate"

In places away from the aristocrats who talk like that, another aristocrat has a bitter look on his face.

"Anyone who doesn't understand the fight because of this... though it does look like a deep red is being hunted down just by looking..."

"Yeah. I guess it's Anassell who's actually cornered. That look on your face, it's something you'll soon find out."

As the saying goes, the look on Anassel's face, who continues to wave a song knife toward Ray, was so harsh that he didn't think he was in his favor.

No, I'd rather describe it as being cornered than harsh.

From the outside, Ray actually has the advantage when he says it's Anassel who's unilaterally attacking him.

It was naturally Ray's act of recirculation that brought about such an incredible state.

Up until now, there has been some reliance on physical ability while using technology, but this time it continues to flush Anacel's attacks entirely with technology alone.

Besides, I'm not just recieving it. Just before the weapon hits, it pushes the Death Size out slightly, increasing the strain on Anacel's wrist.

Even with a burden that has never been countered by a single blow, if you are carrying out countless sword strikes like a fierce sword dance, the recoil will accelerate the anacel arm... more precisely, the damage will accumulate on your wrist.

This is all the more continuous attack, so naturally Anassel is holding his breath while the attack is taking place and carrying out the attack.

It's called apnea.

There's no way I can keep acting that long in such a situation... No, Ning Ro, it should be more surprising to have it this far.

Still, the limits come.

While blushing with breathlessness, the sword dance is waved.

For a moment...... yes, I didn't miss the blunt movement of the song knife that Anacel waved from breathlessness for just a moment, and a death-size blow was waved.

Boom!

Anassel takes the approaching death size with a crossed song knife.

He said he was meeting in the center of the stage, but the one-waved anacel was bounced big as if it had been thrown even by pebbles, blown all the way to the edge of the stage at once.

Still, while moving in apnea, I can tell you that I took a death-size blow, and even though I was blown up even bigger, I tried to twist myself in the air to get in shape.

Bearable. Such a moment of relaxation never made me realize that Ray's appearance had disappeared from my sight.

Hence.

"Become!?

Attempting to land on the stage and regain his posture and turn his gaze toward Ray again, Anasel will be amazed at the little robe man who existed in front of him.

When did we get close?

They poke at such a sharp moment of gap...... the death-sized stone-piercing part pokes a dovetail and falls over the stage unconscious as it is.

"That's it! This battle shall be Ray's victory."