Legend

Vacul leaves the cutting edge of the dagger unleashed on his own head to gravity, avoiding it in such a way that he drops his hips over the stage.

(This guy is here to kill!?

On the inside, we don't talk about fighting competitions, but we act first and foremost in the current situation where life and death hang on.

He puts his hand on the ground of the stage and supports his weight, releasing a kick to pay off his opponent's leg as it is.

But I guess I expected that degree of movement over there as well. Leaps gently to avoid kicking...... releases a counter feel kick toward Vacul's head in the same position.

"Yikes!

Even with a short scream, he succeeds in taking his opponent's kick in the patterned part of his dagger, and Veicul succeeds in distancing himself from the man of what has been blown away.

"What the hell are you thinking!

Veicul finally takes a breath and screams, but the man just laughs thinly at his mouth.

Seeing how it went, I am convinced that the blow of the dagger aimed at the first head was aimed and unleashed.

That's not all. Even the current kick could have prevented it with the patterned part of the dagger, but the aim was its own neck. Probably would have broken my neck bone if I had eaten the kick like that.

"If you kill an opponent, you'll be guilty... but you know what?"

Behind the back of a veiculous grunt, the man grins adhesively while clawing a dagger in his hand.

That's, like, a cat in front of a rat squirting, that look.

Above all, what was troublesome for Veicul would be that the audience didn't find a series of moves unusual.

I have decided that most of them are actions that are taking place in the game and still cheer for swallowing.

Of course not many people are sensing something strange, or a man's killing intent clearly.

But releasing the killing spirit in the battle itself is not a rare event, and the first blow is only a feint, and it would be difficult to punish if you were told that it was premised on being avoided.

(But what gave you my life?

Whimpering inside, past the back of his brain is Ray and Rodos, who were attacked a few days ago outside of Imperial Capital.

Did you come in to help me then, or did that cause you to be targeted, too? Yes, think in the heart, and be immediately convinced.

Perhaps that would be right.

I mean, before we did anything about the goal, I guess we targeted our own wind dragon fangs, the obstacle.

"Absolutely... you're going to imitate me stupid.... but it's not going to be that easy even over here."

Staring at the other man, Veicul sets up his dagger again.

A man with a mocking grin on his thin mouth when he sees such a thing.

"Hmm, you think you're going to fight me? If you're a grown-up, you can easily die."

"... in the first place, killing someone is a sin. Do you understand that area?

"Naturally. But when it comes to sin, it's not absolute."

To that appearance, which seemed certain of something, Veicul immediately throws up with a bitter look as to whether he had come to think of something.

"Noble, huh?"

"Well, I don't know.... Anyway, the chat is over. It's time for you to travel to the post-mortem world, isn't it?

"Unfortunately, I'm not planning on dying yet. I also have a dream of finding a good man and getting married...... hey!

In the middle of the conversation, Veicul jumps forward at once.

Hold the dagger in your right hand and stretch your left hand into your nose in a meaningful way... pull out the momentum well.

At that moment, the man's gaze was drawn to his left hand, although only for a moment.

But it doesn't look like he has anything on his left hand that he took out, and he decides it's a feint.

I rushed to get my whole body into my sight from Veicul's left hand...... instantly, a severe pain ran into the man's right eye.

"Ouch! Damn, what the fuck, you bitch!

It's dangerous to stay here like this. Judging so while holding his right eye, the man leaps backwards.

His right eye was completely crushed and half of his vision was closed to darkness.

A man who touches the right eye without hesitation.

There was a small...... that was the pieces of pointy metal piercing about a few mm.

"Damn it! You can't do that to my right eye!

He throws the dagger he had in anger, but with his right eye crushed, his proximity is also insane, and he flies toward something completely different from Vecul.

"You idiot, your arrogance at sweetening me is the cause of defeat!

On the right side of the man as he screams...... i.e. turns towards the sealed sight and releases a piece of metal.

Severe pain again.

Reaching for his right cheek, which was also the source of that intense pain, there was a piece of metal poking at him, just as it did at the eyeball.

After eating two attacks, the man who finally figured out what Vacul was up to screams irritably.

"I'm not small-working, whoa!

"Well, what's wrong with bandits working small jobs?"

Returning the words briefly, Veicul, approaching in his sealed sight, waves the dagger.

However, it is not a blade. It's like tapping the back of your neck with a patterned part.

The shock causes the man, who was grudgingly cursing Veiculus, to lose consciousness and collapse on the stage.

"I never thought I'd use a trump card all of a sudden."

Veicul blurs as he watches the referee rise to the stage and confirm the consciousness of the man who is falling.

Metal pieces pierced into a man's right eye or right cheek. That was one of Veicul's back hands, a hand I wouldn't have wanted to show in a first fight like this if I could.

If Ray had seen it, he would have remembered the Chinese martial arts word for a missile.

It's a move that releases debris just at your fingertips, and it's one of those so-called hidden weapons and dark vessels.

That was also one of Veicul's specialties.

(Well, it was subtle if I could have won without this. In fact, my arms were definitely inferior to each other or slightly to mine)

While I was thinking that way, I guess the referee who came up on the stage decided that he was unconscious of men. Shout out loud as you turn your gaze toward Vacul.

"Winner, Veicul!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A cheer that echoes around you.

I guess it looked more promising to the audience than the fact that each other was a battle style that valued speed.

(As for this man... I don't know what to do. If you are connected to nobility, it would be useless to tell the management committee or something. Well, the fact that you've been after me probably has something to do with the Rays, and I just have to let Ray or Rodos know)

I think about it that much and think about it.

He was attacked recently by an assassin. And that the assassin was the hand of the soul-quenching bell.

(Wait, wait, wait. Maybe this guy doesn't belong to the Soul Bell, either, right? If that's the case, doesn't that mean you got caught up in more than that?

To my own thoughts, I rapidly lose the sense of victory I had felt until earlier, and I feel as if I could have even put ice in Ningro's spine.

"Veicul, what's going on? The game is over. It's time for you to get off the stage, especially if there's nothing you can do for me."

"... Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. I'm just glad I won."

It was Veicul who told me so in reply to the surprising voice of the referee, but the look on his face is not very much but it does not look like he would be happy.

Most importantly, that's why the referee has no right to say anything more, so I'm going to keep the stunned man off the stage with the other board members.

Veicul, who dropped it off and decided that even if he stayed here, he might get tangled up by that man again, just gets off the stage.

For once, to let Ray and Rodos know about the man.

"Damn, screw you...... you must have really chosen an arm standing organization!

One nobleman throws up in a small room as a guest of honor watching the Vacul game.

If there were any other audience, I would have had to keep my voice down, but fortunately it was just me and the maid here, so I don't have to put up with it either.

The maid who was holding back behind her opened her mouth almost motionlessly.

"Yes, but it's also true that the soul-quenching bell is moving, and that every organization is really up and down"

"I guess that's why I hired those crazy dogs that move without complaining or saying anything if I even paid them"

That's what I told you, at that moment. The maid who was behind the aristocracy leaves one step forward with no sound and wields the chain removed from under the skirt.

Kin, a dagger that echoes around and pierces the floor.

What happened was obvious when you saw it.

The nobleman, realizing that he had been targeted himself, turns his gaze to the flying of the dagger with anger in his eyes.

There he is, man. However, the entire face is applied with bright white makeup and is applied as if it were tattooed. It stands upside down as if your hair were going to poke heaven, and it would be hard to spot how old a man you are just looking at.

"What are you trying to do!

An aristocrat who can be outraged by its presence, who has emerged from nowhere.

But the man with the dagger smiles hella and turns his gaze to the maid with the chain, ignoring the nobility without looking at all comfortable.

Chains. Yes, chains that prevented a man from releasing a dagger earlier.

Made and chained is not an uncomfortable combination. But Ning Lo Man was smiling all the time that it was good.

"She'll do it. Why don't you hang out with me for a second?

"... unfortunately, because I am only a one-time maid"

"Huh? A maid of honor? Can that keep my dagger out? Let's do it better than that. Bloody dance."

The maid bows her head small to someone who smiles like a blood-starved rabid dog and hangs her invitation, completely different from what she floated until a few seconds ago.

And it is the nobles who cannot bear it. I try to kill myself without any context, and if I think I've prevented it, the next thing I know, I hang an invitation to my maid.

I've never been so brilliantly ignored for being who I am. Therefore, the aristocratic man shouts with anger.

"I'm asking you what you're going to do! Answer me!"

An aristocratic outrage that would undoubtedly stifle you if you were an ordinary inhabitant of the Empire.

But the man opens his mouth with a hellish grin, not at all comfortable.

"Uh, 'cause you were making fun of us for crazy dogs and stuff, right? Then I was just trying to act like that crazy dog."

"... why don't you realize that such behavior is what is said to be a rabid dog? In the first place, my lords, is it because of the moonlight bow's hands that they exposed such an incomprehensibility?"

"Hmm, he did fail, but... do you think any other organization would take a request targeting a soul-quenching bell?

"Gu!"

"Well, a nobleman would have about his own fighting power... but he wouldn't even be able to use that publicly, would he?

The man's words were true.

Initially, there were many organizations that targeted Deep Red, but most organizations began to pull their hand when information came to them that the Soul Relief Bell… was also targeting them with considerable force.

There are still only a few organizations in motion, and many Mogri organizations do not know the name Soul Relieving Bells about it.

The only organization of that kind that could move with capable personnel was the Moonlight Bow.

The Moonlight Bow is a new organization created by those who originally belonged to the Soul Bell.

Organizations that have been able to do so as a result of the banishment of soul-quenching bells by such people as combat fanatics and homicidal fanatics, that is the moonlight bow.

It is inherently very difficult to get out of this tissue of hands, but there are many who are very skilled only in such things as combat fanatics and homicidal fanatics.

Of course, it would not be difficult to annihilate the Soul Bell if it gave its full strength, but then the damage to the Soul Bell would also be enormous.

Many also stand up in arms but fail to do well with their surroundings than engage in illegal activities. There was also the aim of accepting such persons, or that they could also be used as abandoned pawns, and an organization called the Moonlight Bow was created as an external organized position of the Soul Bell as a product of compromise.

The moonlight bow, which receives the request with no problems at all, even if the soul bell was the target, is also treasured with all sorts of things, only because of how the organization was created.

It is normal not to imitate the mood of a soul-quenching bell that could otherwise be our superior organization, but that has nothing to do with the moonlight bow, a bunch of lunatics.

No, if it comes down to something like fighting the bell of Ning Lo Soul Soul, you will challenge the fight as a joy.

The nobility gives an abominable tongue to rely on such an opponent.

(I hear Count Schvindell is also moving.... I would give a deep red neck to those guys!

I am familiar with faces. But... Still, there was something there that I could never give away.