Legend

Avoid Battleax passing in front of you at your leisure.

Confirming that Battleax has passed, he goes straight forward and waves his long sword.

Its long sword, wielded against the right hand holding the Battleax, was however received in the patterned part of the Battleax and at the same time heavily blown away by its vigorous and wielded motion.

"Damn, you idiot"

To Rodos, who throws up so much, the opponent's man opens his mouth with the same abominable face.

"What a fool. I don't see how the blow worked at all."

Waving Battleax as if to exaggerate his own power, but erasing an abominable look from a moment ago, Rhodos returns his words with a grin.

"Unfortunately, the guy I've been dealing with for practice has been more of an idiot. If you're dealing with him, you can get used to it."

"Shit, a nasty imitation. Whoa, let's go!

A man who raises his roar as if to inspire himself and stuffs his distance from Rhodos as he is.

The looming appearance of a musculoskeletal man over 2 m in height gives the impression that a wall is looming somewhere.

Because Rodos himself was not that tall, many of the audiences around him imagined children swallowed up by avalanches.

But...

(If it's a blow with all your might, you have to poke through the gap after you wave it!

Ningro Rhodos waits for it.

Surely this opponent is strong. But I'm a stronger opponent... and that's what I train with my father, a Rank A adventurer. I can't lose like that here.

Most importantly, I am aiming to defeat the opponent I was training for in this competition.

So...

"You can't lose here. Whoa!

I scream as I watch Battle Axe waved down in a hanging.

I guess the man is putting all his energy into it, too. The sharpest blow of this game.

But Rhodos leaps back a lot to avoid that attack.

The man's posture collapses on Battleax, who was shaken out of the air, not the body of Rhodos, who was his goal.

Rhodos was not a favorite enough to miss that gap we had been waiting for.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Kick the ground and look like a man with a rapidly approaching Battleax.

What rolls out there is the continuous thrust of the body that Rhodos is best at.

The man tries to prevent that continuous thrust, where more than 10 were rolled out in seconds, in the patterned part of the Battleax… only the first few times have he succeeded in preventing it.

Afterwards, there were times when he was originally out of balance with an earlier blow, which became unacceptable, and the cutting-edge of Rodos' waving long sword dictates the man's body.

I guess I've decided now is my biggest opportunity. Rhodos releases a continuous thrust with all his strength as it is.

"Ahhhh!

Arms, feet, shoulders, torso. Each one decides to poke, and the man who had the Battleax collapses straight onto the stage.

More emphasis was placed on the speed of poking than usual, and furthermore, the man who had Battleax had worn a metal half-plate armor, whose wounds were deep but not enough to lead to death.

... but that's only a matter of making allowance right now.

If you let it go like this, you'll definitely lose your blood.

At the same time, the referee, who confirmed that the fallen man could not rise while falling due to pain, shouts loudly.

"Until then, winner Rodos!

The voice of the referee echoes within the arena, and at the next moment the cheer explodes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

At the same time, the wagers of those who wager on the Battleax man are scattered throughout the air.

However, even when it comes to wagering bills, it's not like paper or parchment, it's a substitute for carving a wager or wagered opponent on a wooden board with a magic item. Therefore, the wagers do not fall to the ground like dancing in the air.

Rhodos sighs heavily as he sees a sight that could be described as such a martial arts competition landscape poem.

"Phew. Did you manage to win?"

At the end of his gaze is the appearance of an opponent who is being lowered from the stage and his wounds are healing.

(Strong enemy... yes, definitely a strong enemy. That's for sure. But it was also true that I was only as strong an enemy as I could handle)

In fact, I felt danger during the battle, but still, it was not a hopeless danger.

Ningro, I would have had to feel a lot more at stake when I was fighting Ray.

(I don't know about that.)

When you get off the stage thinking that way, you can naturally heal the wounds you sustained in battle.

When I thought it was convenient for the way it looked, I felt signs approaching me.

Turning his gaze toward you, there was the Battleax man who had fought until earlier.

I just don't feel bad about that look. Ningro, I'm even smiling.

"You're strong, that's just what you mean by thunder god axe child.... beat me. I'm not calling it a victory, but go up a little bit. If I lose to you, I don't have to lose confidence."

"Naturally. I don't know how far I can go, but I'm gonna go higher."

Yes, until you fight Ray and win.

I guess I didn't convey the will to put it out of words, but the man with the Battleax smiles with a niggling grin and slaps Rodos on the shoulder.

"Kahaha. I knew men had to be. I'll be there for you. Good luck."

"... oh"

When Rodos nods at the man's words, he leaves with a grin on his face again.

Lodos, who dropped that back off, also put his mind back on it.

"... Phew. Did you win?"

Ming exhales in relief watching Rhodos' game in the VIP room.

I usually try to push him away as much as I can, Minn, but he still cared about his son's game.

"Well, it's a good match for Battleax."

Ray shrugs back after his meeting with Tang.

He's one of the best Battleax users in the world called Elk. Lodos would know better than those who use Battleax around there what they can't do with that weapon.

Thanks to my brilliant education.

"Well, what's not wrong is I'm having trouble getting into it"

As Elk and Dusker each have a conversation, Elk, who felt a fuzzy glance, looks around.

That was the same with Ray, but I guess the person who was sending the gaze noticed that too. Soon we felt the gaze that was being directed at us disappear, and we looked at each other and clapped our shoulders.

"Something's been going on for a long time. Is this because of your notoriety, too?

Ray shifts his gaze toward the stage for those words that make fun of him somewhere out of Elk's mouth.

At the end of that gaze, an old man in his 60s showed off a sharp spear that didn't look good.

The opposite was a man in his 20s with a huge hammer, but the power is overwhelmingly higher on the spear anyway.

If a man tries to wield a hammer, the spear old man quickly retreats to the rear to distance himself.

He was fighting thoroughly between spears, and the Hammer man was only to be attacked almost unilaterally.

"That wasn't compatible. There's also a way to deal with attacking a spear... as far as that old man's spear is concerned, it's going to be difficult."

Elk squeaks as he watches the stage following Ray's gaze.

We were similar to each other in winning the main battle, but the local power… and above all, the experience in the battle was too different.

"I guess. The hammer man would be better off if only in terms of basic abilities..."

Make it Ray, make it Elk, and we'll each use the elusive weapon of Sickle and Battle Axe.

And I understand the importance of time.

"Ah, idiot. I might have been able to reverse it with a little more patience."

I squeal like an elk can't do to a hammer guy who went in there ready to hit a spear that sticks out.

"Really? You decided you'd end up pushing it off if it stayed like this. Especially if you look at previous attacks, spears are overwhelmingly higher in terms of skill."

But behind such an elk, Ray praises Hammer's man for his actions.

Better yet, not the best.

"Stupid, that's where I stand."

"Um, I know what your father thinks... but don't think Ray's right here after all. I'll just have to bet on one or eight more than I'm technically losing."

It was Rhodos who at some point appeared in the audience for the VIP room who had pinched that word.

Though Elk grinned at Rhodos for a moment like that, he pointed his mouth a little obstinately for making a statement to side with Ray, not himself.

"Huh, my son was totally stained while training with Ray... Ouch!

Without making me say it to the end, a wand to be wielded.

The owner of the wand is Ming, who is naturally also Elk's wife.

"Absolutely. The lights should be hidden."

"Become!?

"Hidden?"

Rodos tilting his neck to an elk that leaks a surprising voice that I can only imagine pointing to the star.

To Rhodos like that, Min opens his mouth with a small grin.

"As a man parent, I guess I have a lot to think about. More than that, see. Looks like we've got a settlement on the other side."

When Min pointed his wand towards the stage, there a man with a hammer had collapsed with his abdomen skewered with a spear.

However, the old man with the spear is not intact either. The armor on the left shoulder area is shattered and hanging powerless whether the last blow fired by the man in the hammer hit him.

Broken shoulder bones... or crushed, enough damage to tell at a glance.

In the end, the old man's victory of the spear is declared as it is, and they are both brought down from the top of the stage.

Note that the hammer man had been pulled out of the spear just before being lowered from the stage.

Then the next moment, the two wounds can disappear completely as if they were dreams.

Soothing voices of relief from the audience watching the scene were spreading throughout the venue.

No matter how much you like fighting competitions, that's because you like watching battles, not killing each other.

… some of them prefer to kill each other.

"In the end, did that spear man win better? The other guy paid off with an arrow. In this case, do you think either Elk or Ray were right?

Two people at heart clog their words into the words of Dusker, who asks them to make fun of them somewhere.

He was an elk who decided he should endure a little more, but the hammer man has succeeded in rewarding one arrow after all.

Not the best, but it was Ray who assumed it was a good decision, but although the Hammer man has succeeded in rewarding a single arrow, he is losing in the end.

In that way, the situation was that both seemed to be correct and not correct, which would be why the two of them clogged the words.

"... Ah, it's Veicul"

It was Rodos' voice that broke the air that was unbearable to two people somewhere.

When Ray turned his gaze on that voice to the stage, there was certainly a Veicul figure there.

Most of all, only Ray and Rodos, who trained together, have a close relationship with Veicul in this.

Even Elk and Ming have heard some things from Rodos, and Dusker has also received some reports about Wind Dragon fangs, so I knew about the name.

That Vacul opponent was a similarly lightly dressed man.

The emphasis is on ease of movement, as is Veicular, and he doesn't even wear leather armor.

"Those clothes...... they're probably a pretty sturdy substitute"

To Elk's words, everyone on the spot turns their gaze toward the man's clothes.

It didn't look particularly different from normal clothes from a long shot, but I guess it would have been obvious if I tried to make it an elk that I've done as an adventurer for years.

In fact, Min next to it was also snorting back.

This is purely about experience being something, so I don't have a word against Ray.

But...

"Hey, that guy... looks like he's trying to kill me"

Words of such whining leak from Ray's mouth.

I can't sense magic like Min, or say things with experience like Elk. Still, even from Ray's eyes, I could feel Vacul's opponent releasing his killer.

It's not uncommon, of course, to let the killer go during a game. Especially if you are a near-skilled opponent in such a place, it is not uncommon for the competition to be decided for that reason.

But something was different about the man facing Vacul on stage. Yes, as if we were going to kill each other, not fight at a martial arts competition.

I guess Veicul feels that too. The look was coloured by tension...

"Begin!"

With the voice of the beginning of the referee's game, a man fills the distance between the leading must-win and Vacul.

The speed was first-class without complaining as someone with just enough skill to go out into the main battle.

... unless the cutting-edge of the dagger in your hand is toward the head of the veiculum.

"Become!?

Stunning voices echo the actions of men, even in the VIP room.