Legend

With the rain falling following yesterday's cloudy weather, some field has covered the entire arena, not just the stage, and the rain hasn't fallen one drop short of the arena.

In the meantime, Ray was facing Ganda on the arena stage.

The opponent is dressed in metal half-plate mails, with the same gear in his hand as when he fought a veiculum named Halvard, and he is gazing at Ray, who stands in front of him with his combative burning eyes.

There is no such thing as some kind of leeway in that appearance as when I was dealing with Veicul.

I guess you know it's a shitty opponent to stand in front of you.

"Come on, World War IV of the Martial Arts Games, the next game is Ray and Ganda's fight. The sight of this match is that each other uses a long pattern of weapons. With the heat of the game, I just want to hope for a hot battle that will eventually wipe out the rain clouds. Ganda has been theorized and forged by years of training into a ray that has no predetermined form and is free to fight. Personally, I'm focused on the fierce way the gang fought."

The live voice stirs up the excitement of the audience, and the excitement of the previous game increases its enthusiasm at once.

"I see. If you do face it this way, I know you're strong."

Ray also opens his mouth as he sets the death size again to the gang that will tell him to keep Halvard standing.

"That would be an honor. But it's still not strong enough. If you can, you can fight for a long time, okay?

"Ha! I didn't know you were going to say anything that strong about me. Funny."

With a fierce grin on his mouth, Ganda's gaze is directed toward Ray as if to emit pressure.

"I do understand that you are strong. But that's why I don't remember telling you I'm weaker than you. They have the alias Deep Red, but the alias... I'll break it down here today!

Ganda luxuriously wielding Halvard with those words.

No signal has yet been given to start the match, but there is no particular voice of caution from the referee because this is seen as a kind of performance.

As opposed to such a gang, Ray also wields his death size with momentum as if to slash and tear the air itself apart again.

Seeing that, the referee also decided that we should start the game early. Declare the start of the match with a voice that sounds like the whole arena.

"Match, start!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

With cheers from the audience on their backs, Ray and Ganda move forward with each other.

We wave Death Size and Halvard at each other as we approach each other while we look at them.

The metal noise of the blade and the blade hitting each other echoes around, and at the same time the ray and ganda jump at the same time to take the distance.

We look at each other once and for all, but for some reason it floats in the face of the gang.

But without saying the question, we bump into each other again.

A large blade of each other is swung up, down, left, right, from every place to the target.

All of that was prevented, played and avoided by each other, and an unrelenting battle was waged just outside the center of the stage, both of them one step at a time.

In the meantime, the look on Ganda's face becomes more rude with every meeting.

But no matter what I think inside, I beat him to Ray with no rough movement of the waving Halvard.

He bounced the blow carried out on the horizontal giraffe with a stone-piercing part, even using the movement, while switching the death size in his hand, and a giant blade approached him as he pierced the body of the gang from below.

"Chi!

A gang that prevents that blow by sidelining Halvard. The decision to prevent it was due to the many years of fighting experience that the Ganda has repeated.

That wasn't wrong. No, it was the best choice for this occasion's response.... except for the one thing, that the gangster's opponent is Ray.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

A sweeping blow lifted both the gangster's protruding Harvards about three meters above their bodies.

Giant body...... but still has a body considerably bigger than Ray's and close to 2m tall. As you can see from the endless manipulation of Halvard, the body is muscular, and when combined with the armor you are wearing, its weight would be superior to 200 kg.

It floated in the air for about 3m in just one swing, so it represented how much of Ray's strength was.

But even if it's a gangster, it's a fierce war fighter who's won so far. Get back in position in the air and land off your feet on the stage.

I guess I was fortunate that my distance from Ray was opened thanks to being blown up in the air in the sense that I didn't eat the chase.

But the look on Ganda's face isn't like happy luck. Kind of a grumpy color.

"... you, what are you going to do?

Ganda tells Ray as if she roars in the back of her throat as she stands up for Halvard.

Ray, who answers that, opens his mouth without changing his expression in particular.

"What are you going to do?

"That's right.... that sickle is a magic item, right? But it doesn't look like it's going through magic. Or is that ridiculous weight the effect of that magic item?

To Ganda's words, Ray is small and astonished inside.

Certainly because, as the saying goes, there was no magic through Death Size. That's why Halvard of Ganda, who is not a magic item or anything, is in a decent meeting with Death Size.

"Well, I don't know. However, if you want answers, try to hunt me down more. Maybe we'll find out then, huh?

The word is an indication of intent that Ray is obviously not serious.

This time, the shackle that Ray imposed on himself was' beating the gang with a death size that would not pass through magic ', which was why he acted.

Ray gave himself that restriction because Ganda is the same long-handed weapon he is.

"Fine. If that's all you have to say, the bottom of your power... let me draw it out!

He turns his anger into a force and screams, kicking the stage faster than earlier, and shrinking his distance from Ray.

And a series of Halvard attacks to begin with.

Ray prevents, plays, and recieves that attack faster, sharper, and more powerful than the earlier meeting with Death Size.

Even if blood goes up on your head, movement will never be a force push, because you know your power well enough for yourself, and at the same time you understand it's dangerous to get hot and rampant in battle.

"Whoa, whoa, what's up, just defense!?

A flash of horizontal giraffe swinging directly beside you. When it is bounced by a death-size blow, it uses its bounced momentum to spin itself on the spot, while releasing a poke.

Ray takes the thrust in the death-sized patterned part and flushes it to the stone-piercing part... waving a sickle blow at the gang that is momentarily but out of balance.

One or two of his arms would be lightly severed if eaten properly. Ganda deliberately crouched and dodged a blow dressed like a buttcake.

And a blow fired at Ray's feet aimed at him.

"Sweet!"

Ray's way of defending against it was to stick a Death Size Stone Penetration on stage.

Moment after moment, the tall metal noise of Halvard and Death Size hitting each other sounds all around......

"Ugh... Rah!

Strike off forcefully with your arms as if to return the Harvard blow you took.

Ganda, who was struck by that blow, remembers the feeling of her body floating for a moment, but she waves Halvard in the air the moment she just floats to say she's sorry for the two earlier dances, and lands on stage with that recoil.

"As I thought earlier, you can blow me off a lot with that little body. Could that be the effect of that sickle?

"I don't know. Let's just say it's not far away without hitting it."

Ray's power combined with his death-size weight is a blow. It was an unmistakable fact that the weight itself was a feature of the death size, although it was not an effect of passing through magic.

"Huh, well. It doesn't make any difference how much I win after I draw your strength."

"Sleeping is what you want after you go to sleep? No, it's loud even when you're asleep."

"Whether it's bedtime or not, I'm going to prove it. On my own."

Even as we tap each other lightly, each puts a Death Size in a Halvard and asks for the other's gaps.

If the gander lowers the tip portion of the halvard to the stage, the ray will be positioned on the upper stage to predict when to swing down the death size so as to accommodate it.

When you look at it and stand as if the ganda releases a poke at the tip portion of Halvard, Ray also takes the death size to the middle so that he can strike it off again to accommodate it.

While interacting like that, intentionally create a gap and invite the enemy to attack, or wait for the target to fit into the trap using the gap itself as a trap.

Having such an exchange, a few minutes. It's only been a few minutes from the side, but those who are doing it had to remember a strong mental fatigue.

Especially bad is the gang. Even though the physical movement itself is almost non-existent, sweat is beginning to appear on its face.

(This kid... it's not just his mouth. Is it just because you actually have this much skill that you have an alias?... That's a pain in the ass. I am not feeling fatigued at all in this condition. Is it this way that we're mentally cornered?)

Prepare and breathe as you tongue inside to Ray, who doesn't even look exhausted at all.

Even then, I don't make it visible from Ray. When an attack is applied while breathing, the reaction is delayed for a moment.

If the opponent is a miscellaneous fish around it, it can still be a deadly gap, albeit for a moment, for the monster in front of him to show.

(Phew...... okay. If taking the time will put you at a disadvantage, keep pushing the momentum through. I hate to admit it, but he's even better than me when it comes to pure skill)

A ready ganda takes a deep breath so Ray can't find her... and kicks the stage all at once to narrow her distance from Ray.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Harvard's blow, wielded with a roar, strikes Ray with so much power that he can see that he can't just do it if he hits it.

Ray also intercepts Death Size's blow, which is waved in the air.

A tall metal noise called Ginn echoes around, but that was nothing more than a sound announcing the start of the battle that was about to begin.

Giggly giggly, a metal sound that sounds continuously.

Poke diagonally up, down, left and right. All of Ray's manipulative death sizes play the Halvard attack, which is released from every place, and on the contrary, sew up the gap in the attack and roll out a blow of the counter to nicely slash and tear down the ganda's armor.

Even in the absence of magic, the decapitation flavour of the Death Size was phenomenal.

Consequently, no continuous attack of the gang is dealt damage against Ray, and damage accumulates against the gang due to the attack of Ning Lo Ray.

Still, Ganda makes a series of attacks without resting her body and targets a blow of reversal against Ray.

Ray decides to attack the counter while avoiding all of each attack against a ganda that uses the spear part of Halvard, a lateral giggle using the axe part, and flips his body to attack underfoot with the stone-piercing part.

While Ray is intact each time he attacks, his damage increases.

Ganda's mind gradually made her rush to see how it was...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

wielding Halvard stronger, faster, and sharper as if to erase his own impatience.

Not only did they say any of those attacks were futile, but they wielded Ray's death size, producing small but several slashing wounds on Ganda's hands and feet...

"It's time, let me decide!

Ray screams as if to put an end to the Halvard and Death Size performances and waves the Death Size loudly.

Ganda blows like a pebble to the power of an increased blow on the way.

It was only a blow, but Ganda's hands and feet had already trembled into small pieces at their limits and worn out to such an extent that the mood alone could not help.

Still, it would only have taken years of experience to prevent the blow now.

That's true, and that's why I'm still able to stand on stage... but at the price of it, the Halvard in Ganda's hand was heavily distorted in the patterned part. That's what a heated candy worker looks like.

The moment I turned my gaze toward my own weapon and breathed. When that stunner creates a gap that you have never shown before, and you feel a mild impact on your neck muscles, your consciousness is swallowed up into darkness.

"Winner, Ray!

Listening to the voice of such a referee.