Legend

'Come on, next game.... Everybody remember that, right? You expect that, don't you? Looking forward to it, huh? Anyway, the next game is his usual, deep-red turn to be counted as one of the winning candidates. I freely manipulate giant sickles and specialize in flaming magic. Come on, what battle are you showing me today!

Live voices echo within the arena.

The audience, who were excited to see the matches that had taken place until earlier, are revitalized by the stirring voice.

The previous game was also a match worthy of the main battle of the martial arts tournament, but also for the reason that the next one has to be more exciting.

Because it is a deep red match that has become better said to be the enemy of the uncluttered in the spring war, the adventurer belonging to the Kingdom of Mireana, which is also a long-standing hostile nation of the Bestian Empire.

However, the cheers that are spreading in the arena hardly make you feel negative.

That and this is because Ray has had a lot of flashy fights and fights that will surprise the audience in previous games.

With it, of course, not all audiences erased their obsession with Ray. If you try to make your body a murderer, you can't possibly forgive me for that.

However... Still, most of the cheers currently spreading in the arena were expected from Ray's game.

And Ray shows up from the entrance for the athlete so he can be led by cheer.

Wearing a dragon robe as usual, his hand is gripped by a large sickle more than 2 m long.

I glance around at the chills, and at some point I go up onto the stage with a small grin that I cheered more than I booed.

"And the deep-red opponent, this is also Rodos, an adventurer belonging to the Kingdom of Mireana. I've already introduced him several times, but he's the man who made him the ax son of that thunderous god and is also a party member. Its strength is definitely first-class. Here comes Rodos, a highly regarded adventurer, especially when it comes to sharpness of poking!

Appearing with that voice is Rhodos with a temperamental look, even with mild tension.

He is dressed in his usual gear: a long sword on leather armor.

Ray and Rodos each face each other on stage.

"I've been waiting for this time to come. I didn't think we were going to win this far in the fight."

"Really? It's possible he didn't hit the finals if he was bad, and I think the third round was quick."

"... I'll beat you"

Turning his determined eyes, Ray also opens his mouth to Rodos, who erects a long sword pulled out of his sheath, a death size he was gripping again.

"I'm not going to lose so easily, but hang on to it."

While I marvel at the strength of the struggle mixed with Rodos' gaze at me, Ray also sets himself up to be able to react no matter how his opponent moves, and the silence fills the stage.

And you thought we'd had enough of each other's front door already. The voice of judgment echoes from outside the stage.

"Match, start!

With that signal, Ray waits for Rodos to set it up.

(I couldn't use the counter yesterday. Let me try that)

I whine inside and put up a death size to match my opponent's behavior...... Rodos just keeps observing Ray's behavior, no particular way to take action.

A few minutes for each other to stop moving and face each other with their weapons in place. Eventually, Ray opens his mouth to provoke.

"What's wrong, you're not attacking me? It's a corner stage, and we'll give you the lead?

"... right. Then... let me go!

With that word, Rhodos kicks the stage and narrows his distance from Ray.

Let go of the poke just saying it's a greeting first.

Continuous poking that Rhodos specializes in. This is a move that has been rolling towards Ray more than once.

But that's all in practice, starting with mock warfare. It was also the first time I had been released with all my might in the true sense of the word, like this one.

The speed itself is the same as when practicing. The power you put in there is no different from when you practice again.

Still, it should be called the difference between a real battle and a practice, that streak of temperament had more power than it had at the time of the simulation.

The thrust of Rodos was undoubtedly enough to describe it as a first-class item. But...

"Wow!"

It was Rhodos who set it up first, not Ray, who screamed at the pain and blew it up.

There are several marks of blow on the blown Rhodes leather armor.

It was Ray who did it, naturally.

When the audience's gaze was directed towards Ray, there was a figure of Ray in a posture that protruded a death-sized stone poke forward.

"Fuck you, you're still imitating a monster stain"

"Really? It's not that uncommon."

Rhodos rises from a fallen state while grumbling with remorse.

Many who were in the audience didn't understand what Ray did, but Rodos gives the answer.

"Do you say that while you imitate how you roll out a poke all at the counter to go with my continuous poking? Yeah, I'm sure the moves themselves aren't uncommon. But I'm glad Ray told me so."

The audience shrugs at the words coming out of Rodos' mouth.

Not up close, Rodos' rolling streak was a sharp one, even from the audience.

Ray's behavior of putting all the counters in it could not even be seen by most people.

But Ray also opens his mouth with a bitter smile as he heads to Rhodos, who is confirming the leather armor.

"If that's what you mean, I think it's probably because you decided you couldn't get around that counter and took it all with your armor."

"Huh, it would have been a pointless defense if you had used Death Size properly. I've seen you fight in a martial arts tournament for a while now. You're not seriously fighting, are you?... No, you dare to put limits on yourself to fight"

"Well, I don't know"

To Rhodos' words, Ray flaunts his shoulders with his death-size on.

It was no surprise or anything that Rhodos spotted it because the opponents who fought before had spotted the area as well.

But...

"Well, then that's fine. All I have to do is beat Ray. It's not like we have to beat Ray to the best of our ability."

Ray is small and surprised at Rhodos for telling him that.

Because I just thought it was something they were telling me to fight for.

But soon, I'll erase that grin and rebuild the death size.

"If you want to beat me, you can do it. But it's not that easy."

Even as I say so, Ray doesn't show how he moves from himself.

Thoroughly aim for the counter and wait for the opponent to move.

I'm sure Rhodos understands that in the case of a series of penetrations earlier. Keep the long sword in your hand and move around it as if looking for a ray gap.

As if to accommodate that movement, Ray also changes the orientation of his body as he moves solely with his feet in the direction in which Rhodos moves.

We never see each other making flashy moves, and time passes slowly.

Normally, if this is the case, the audience may hear the wild next time, but now there is a strange tension over the stage, and that extends to the audience.

Keep going around Ray......

"Ha!

You can't stand that tension anymore, Rhodos moves.

Instead of a serial thrust like the one earlier, the slaughter of the cuts.

But Ray took the blow in the Death Size patterned part and drove it straight to the stone poke...

"Huh!"

"Whoa, whoa!

Counter released, utilizing the recirculated motion itself.

Just before the Death Size blade reaches Rodos' right arm, he deflects his body in a reflexive motion to overcome that blow.

It's really a piece of paper move to avoid an attack, and if the reaction had been delayed for even a moment, its right arm would have been cut off by a death-sized blade.

But... the price was also huge.

As a result of being forced off his body, he was certainly avoided being amputated of his right arm. But as a result, his forehead was slit, though thin.

Indeed, compared to losing one right arm, the damage is small because the skin and flesh were just damaged. But blood flows from his slashed forehead, sealing the vision of his right eye.

"Damn."

Keep jumping and distance yourself from Ray, Rhodos wiping the blood coming into your eyes.

But the wound seems to be quite deep, and there is no way that the blood that always flows will stop.

Fortunately at this time, Ray would have made his own limitation on fighting only at the counter in this fight. Thanks to this, Ray couldn't move, and Rodos was able to take the potion out of his hip pouch.

The use of potions is naturally more liberal than the use of magic items. But normally it's a one-on-one battle, and no one imitates waiting for the opponent to recover at the same time, so I don't have a chance to use the kind of healing items... in that sense, I guess Ray's style of combat helped me today.

Even on Ray, there's also a reason that there's still a part of the counter that hasn't been used tightly, just watching Rodos treat his injuries.

It must have been a pretty fancy potion. I just opened the bottle and swayed a small amount, and the wound on Rodos' forehead quickly blocks and naturally stops the blood that was flowing.

There were reasons, of course, that the wound itself was not that deep, but from the audience that was watching it there was a surprise at the potion's effect.

"Phew..."

Rhodos exhales, stirring the remaining potion at once.

Moments later, that expression turned into something sad to see, and that was a true representation of how unsavory the potion was.

The act of drinking potion is certainly effective. It also has the advantage of achieving a lasting recovery effect over time. But... at the price of that, it's terribly unsavory.

Speaking of how unsavory it is, for a while after drinking the potion, my taste is completely paralyzed and I can't understand the taste of the dish.

Still, it was to be welcomed in the sense that if I tried it on Rhodos, it would heal some wounds even if I interacted with Ray to that extent.

"Ugh... hey, let's go!

Reduce nausea to the smell of the potion, hold a long sword and pack the distance from Ray at once.

Because of the effect of automatically recovering some of the wounds, the stepping speed was sharper than earlier.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Momentum wielding long swords aim straight at Ray's left shoulder.

"Have a similar attack!

He took that blow, waved down in the hanging, in a death-size patterned part, and strayed straight to the stone-piercing side, while pushing in the death-size to forcefully distance himself, while simultaneously striking a horizontal giraffe.

It should be said that Rhodos' attack alone, which is more or less forceful, has also become cluttered in terms of defense.

Death size flashes slash and tear parts of the torso of the leather armor.

Still didn't reach the skin because the good thoughts came out?

"Uh-oh!

It was Rhodos who touched his abdomen for a moment, but when he understood that only the leather armor had been slashed, he slashed toward Ray again.

It's just a reckless behavior, but I guess it's the decision that we have to force ourselves here more than the difference in strength between him and me is clear so far. In fact, no matter how you bump into each other properly, you can't beat your superior opponent without some impotence than Rodos being more disadvantaged.

Having been on the side of being attacked like that, Ray is convinced inside while creating a gap and releasing a counter while recirculating the attack released from Rhodos.

(I see, you do need to take risks when fighting a qualified opponent. Is it too good a bug to beat a superior opponent without risk?... but!

Play a big but sharp blow, in a death-size stone-piercing part, and scream.

"It's not going to be that easy!

A blow played with a stone poke creates a huge gap in Rhodos just because that blow was a powerful one.

There swinging is a flash of counter poking through the gap caused by playing in the stone-piercing part.

A blow still sharper than that unleashed by Rodos.

A flashing flash of brilliance ran through the air, and all that remained in Ray's hand was the feeling of tearing flesh and turning down bones.

At the same time, the tip flies through Rhodos' left arm elbow.

"Guh!?

"Sleep."

Rhodos, who accidentally held his left elbow in his right arm while holding the long sword due to the blow, blew his ribs apart in a death-sized pattern released into the horizontal giraffe as if to be poked through the gap, and collapsed onto the stage.

"That's it! Winner, Ray!