Legend

"It was a battle that looked promising inside.... but not a deep red companion. It's lamentable, despite being an adventurer belonging to the Bestian Empire"

Such a voice echoes in the VIP room when he sees that the battle between Luzi and Regulta is over.

At the same time, the other nobles who were on the spot speak out in agreement with the words.

"Absolutely. Count Schvindell is right that they are the ones who will do great harm to the Bestian Empire ahead..."

"Sure. In fact, in the Seremouth Plains, that much damage was done to our army. Abominable."

"What are the bells of souls doing?" Now that Griffon is in the stables, which is also a big force of deep red, his power will be down far enough. "

While listening to his buddies like that, Count Schvindell sees several Steering Committee members carry Regulta, who is completely disoriented outside the stage.

Compared to Luzi, it was about the same physique, and at the same time as many as five people were used to carry heavy equipment, like armor and graves.

(Wind dragon fangs...? According to the investigation report, it was not that famous in Imperial Capital, but it was because the base of activity was not Imperial Capital. Its name is quite well known in several cities outside the Imperial City. I suppose it's also because the warriors are well balanced with the bandits and wizards)

More than a very small number of wizards, it means that even if you are an adventurer and have a party, you have a wizard in it.

Bandits weren't as good as wizards, but a small number, and it wasn't uncommon for only four warriors to be among the adventurers' parties.

In the case of most such parties, it is normal to include archers in the sense that they carry out ranged attacks.

"Anyway, it's the Son of the Axe of Thunder God who's still winning in a flavor of deep red, Luzi who won the battle now, and Deep Red himself?... Well, Luzi will lose next"

The other nobles who were on the spot nod similarly to the words of Count Schvindell.

Luzi's next opponent is the noise of the Rank S adventurer proud of the Bestian Empire. Not very much, but I'm not the one who can do this to that guy named Luzi.

"The bell of the soul was about to move."

"Huh? Really?

An aristocrat who spoke earlier of the impudence of the bell of the soul of the town unwittingly inquires into the words that came out of the mouth of Count Schvindel.

The anger of what you've been doing and the relief of finally moving out. Count Schvindell nodding at the words they mix.

Some of the effects that the organization Moonlight Bow was in motion, but above all, I guess it also meant that it was still gathering information.

In this sense, a martial arts tournament was also a place for gathering information on outfits.

"Anyway, there seems to be a lot of other moves among us, but his... deep red neck is bound to be earned by us. Everybody, stay with me."

Everyone snorts at the words of Count Schvindell.

Among them is mild excitement and great awe.

If we could earn a deep red neck for our actions, we would be acquiesced by the Emperor. Somehow, I was able to destroy someone who should be an obstacle to the Bestian Empire. Ning Ro, it is also possible that you will be rewarded.

But if you fail...

(First of all, we will definitely be truncated. That is what could be decapitated in the literal sense and even given to the Kingdom of Mireana as a sign of apology)

There are numerous nobles in the Bestian Empire. Among them, they are no higher nobility than they are.

Only knowing that, the aristocrats on this occasion renew their determination.

We have no choice but to earn a deep red neck and survive.

(It hurt that His Highness Kabazid knew about this move. No, is that something like sore and itchy, too? Your Highness found out about this, so we can get help from the back)

Ahead of sight, a new game is starting.

While I turn my gaze to you, the nobles on this occasion, beginning with Count Schvindell, will go on to talk to each of them about how they should move against the deep red.

Basically, it hasn't changed to leave it to the bell of soul control.

But there were times when the movement of that soul bell was dull, and it was also true that some of the nobles were beginning to wonder how far to believe.

I couldn't possibly trust it completely from the start more than it is the organization behind it in the first place, but I guess that trend is getting stronger.

While watching how those fellows are doing, Count Schvindell hides his hatred for deep red in his chest and reaches for a glass of wine.

"... I'm going!

With such a voice, a woman in her 20s shrinks her distance from her opponent with a long sword in her hand.

Waiting for it is the noise that stands so powerless that it is only natural.

Only for a moment, but that gaze glowed sharply...... the next moment I thought I felt something, if I noticed, the long sword the woman had had had was cut from its roots and a blade poked at her neck muscle.

"Huh?"

The only thing that gets out of a woman's mouth is that one word.

I really didn't know what was going on.

If you think they cut off the roots of your body without any impact on the hand that was holding the long sword, you'll see how advanced technology it was done.

"What do we do? You still want to do this?

If it were meant to be, it would already have been a woman's loss with the cuts of her sword stuck to her neck muscle.

But Noise asks, letting go of the long sword that was sticking to his neck.

"... I'll do it!

The woman who screamed took the dagger out of her nose.

Seeing it, the mouth of the noise creates a slight form of grin.

I can't give up yet, even though I've dealt with myself and been shown so much overwhelming power.

It is true that the difference in power is overwhelmingly open, but the strength of its mind, which still comes towards it, was also pleasant for noise.

Especially if you think that the opponents who fought in the first round surrendered with almost nothing to do, it's only natural to remember a favor towards the woman in front of you.

"Right, come on"

"Ahhh!

A woman screaming sharply and rolling out daggers in a row.

Unlike a long sword, its body is only short and the attack is fast.

We've only come to World War II, and that skill is certain.

Poke, slash, and even weave there to body surgery to release kicks and elbows.

Noise dodges or plays them all with minimal movement.

(Woman looking forward to getting ahead inside)

Contrary to the noise I feel that way in my heart, a rush appears over time on the woman's face.

No matter how many attacks, all of them are prevented or avoided. Plus, he's been attacking without moving a step since he started attacking.

(Immovable, I can't believe this far... No, it's Rank S, so naturally. Back off!)

I already understand that I have no winning eye. Still...... at least I want to put a blow in it and let it bubble. The moment a dagger blow was dodged with such thoughts. Pass magic through the patterned area.

Moments, the blade part is released from the dagger as if it were going to blow away.

If Ray had seen this, he would have associated a weapon called Spetsnaz Knife that he saw in a comic book or something when he was in Japan.

The Spetsnaz knife fires its blade by the power of a powerful spring, but what the woman uses is a magic item. Fly that blade by the power of magic.

It also has the disadvantage that the blade cannot be used as a weapon until it has recovered the part of the blade that flew away once it has been used, but it would be a very effective weapon in terms of poking the opponent's intentions.

Furthermore, some adjustment is advantageous with respect to the speed of the unleashed body, beyond being a magic item controlled by magic rather than spring tricks.

Naturally, there is no way we can do anything less than deal with a rank S adventurer named Noise this time. Use your magic to the fullest and fly your body as fast as you can get it out.

(Yay!?

Even if we can't take him down now, he's wounded. I mean, I would have paid off one arrow.

I was the woman who decided that...

"It was a good attack inside"

What was at the end of my gaze was the appearance of total intact noise.

He still has a long sword in his right hand, and his left hand is in front of his face...... between his index finger and thumb is the body of a flying dagger.

"Lying... right..."

Seeing the sight, the woman shrugs unexpectedly.

A dagger body that used its own magic and released at maximum speed.

Nonetheless, Noise grabbed it with just two fingers.

Impossible.... No, should I describe it as not wanting to believe it in this case?

Even her own trump card, the woman's face turned downwards to that light stopped sight...

"Don't give up!

He turns back to me and looks up at the voice he hears from the audience.

Because that's a familiar voice. A lover who is partying with himself and at the same time plans to go say hello to the man's parents when this fight tournament is over.

(Yes, I can't help losing here. But... but!

Just hearing her lover's voice, the woman feels a boiling fighting spirit gushing from within herself.

"You can't just give up... you can't! To see your father-in-law and mother-in-law with your breasts up!

That's how she screams, the woman kicks the ground and shrinks her distance from the noise, releasing her fists.

Noise, who smiled bitterly at such a woman's appearance, plays, nays, and dodges the woman's attack with the long sword she had in her hips sheath.

It must not mean a lot that the audience that was nearby had some jealous caged gaze at the man, although he was the man who shouted for the woman.

"Ahhhhh!

He waves his fist several times, releases a kick, puts his knee, and pokes his elbow.

It was noise I was dealing with while defending such an attack thoroughly...

"It's time to get some sleep."

The woman's consciousness breaks with the words, and she collapses straight onto the stage.

……

I don't know what happened. The surroundings were filled with silence that way.

That would be so. Because the woman I've been single-handedly attacking would have collapsed on the stage in the next moment if I'd known.

Similar sights were previously Ray's games. But the difference then would be that even those with more than some strength had no idea what Noise had done.

How powerful is the man on stage now? There was hardly anyone in this vast arena who could know its exact power.

(One hand knife to the neck, huh? Besides, it's a handful of blows. If I hadn't slowed down the speed of my knife just before it struck my neck, the woman's neck would have broken off from her torso)

Ray, one of them, whines inside when he sees a series of actions taken by noise from the arena audience.

A movement understood with five senses of ray superior to normal human beings.

But that was only understandable because I was looking away from it.

If I were to be on the stage, I would have to lean my neck if I were asked if I could handle the noise movement now.

There will be no inability to react. But if you ask me if I can fully react, I doubt that, too.

Honest thoughts are, like, five-fifths?

(It's just that if I can suddenly show that speed... I'm talking about it. Let me deal with it more than I've already seen like this)

I'll make sure to deal with it if I am more than I once saw it. Judging by that, Ray holds his hand under the dragon robe.

From what I've just seen, if it's pure physical ability, it's mutual... or you'll be better up there. But there is no doubt that noise is still considerably higher in the purely technical sense.

Four fights left until we fight the noise. So how far you can grow your own skills will be the difference between winning and losing.

Still more combat experience than I can say for sure...... it also needed a real fight if I could.

(Did you say moonlight bow or something? Better concentrate on attracting those guys and those in the organization who are after me, starting with the soul-quenching bell, to gain combat experience...?

When I think that inside, I immediately shake my head.

No matter how much you need in action, it's true that it takes more than some strength from your opponent.

Even if you build up a real battle with a weak opponent that doesn't seem that far in the sense of Ning Ro strength, that is likely only negative on the positive side.

(I'm not saying Rank A, but if someone with strength around Rank B or C is going to attack you, you're welcome to do so.)

He turned his back on the audience cheering for the battle of one of the country's heroes named Noise and left the scene, thinking that if those in the back organization, starting with the Soul Bell and Moonlight Bow, would surely get mad.