Legend

Moving to the front of the modem, Ray explores the signs inside as he reaches for the door.

(6...... no, 7 people?

Is there any evidence that all of them have such great arms that there is little like killing?

(Well, I just do what I have to do)

Open the door as you prepare to remove the Death Size from the Mystering at any time.

Quite a lot of space exists in the pantry.

Not large enough to attract more than hundreds of participants at the start of the tournament, but nevertheless large enough to allow athletes to compete in the tournament to move their bodies.

It's not as narrow as having trouble wielding a death size that is also a long object, beyond being that large a modem.

(You were lucky about that area)

Into the armoire, looking around as it were...... slightly lost.

(If I can, I want to pre-empt the attack and reduce the number of people by one or two. But there's also going to be talk about whether the female soldier is really on our side earlier)

Indeed, the dagger the woman had was the same thing that Cuken, introduced to Dusker, had.

But we cannot deny the possibility that only the dagger has been taken away and that there are those who are trying to embed themselves in some sort of plot.

Yes, for example, if I tried to put a pre-emptive attack on the opponent Ray lurks here and put him down, it was actually an escort prepared by the lurking opponent in the Empire......

(Normally, I can't think about it, but in my case, I'm competing in a martial arts tournament on the recommendation of the Prime Minister. Besides, you won five fights, so you have a lot of attention in the empire. Given my own bad reputation there and who's after me, no wonder I arranged an escort)

If you kill your escort in that condition, it will definitely be a problem.

Beyond that, he decides he will still need to let his opponent get his hands on him first, and Ray looks around as he leans against the door.

But still, there's no upset about the signs of lurking.

(I doubt all of them will be upset. I thought this would come out...... now, what to do)

While I think about it, I can't help it as it is, and I open my mouth by deciding it's troublesome to be attacked while sitting poorly.

"The lurker, come out. If it's my escort or something, I think there should be a proper explanation.

There's no sign of someone coming out, even if you tell them so inside the pantry.

No, on the contrary, even though they said they were finding themselves, there's still no sign they're even upset.

If they were assassins, they would be somewhat upset if they knew they were hiding. That's what you decided, and that woman soldier was still some kind of trap? I also think.

But...... I know it was a worry in the next moment.

"Slow down!"

Ray jumps forward from the spot aggressively to the killing feeling.

Something jumps from the gap that was the blind spot on the ceiling so that it goes back and forth and lands where Ray was until a moment ago.

If Ray had been on the spot, something had fallen... no, the dagger the person had would have caused him fatal damage.

And as they beforehand and backward, those who lurked in the armoury appear.

Pair it with the first person to come down, those few six.

(Apparently, one person still lurks somewhere....... even so, about 6 people helped)

Ray whining on the inside, but simply that there was not so much room to hide in the modem would also affect this number of people.

"Ugh."

With such a groan, the six men who showed up set up their respective weapons.

I guess all equipped with daggers are still weapons prepared in anticipation of a battle in the armoury.

Besides, it's not just a weapon.

"Poison?"

Unexpectedly squeaks when he sees the blade of a dagger held by six people wet in some liquid.

What's even worse is that there's not one type of liquid wetting the tip of the dagger?

There were several types of conditions such as blue, red, black, purple...... it was clear that each was another poison.

(Given the assassins use it, the usual antidote probably won't work. Even if you were lucky enough to have an antidote that works for these kinds of poisons, you wouldn't be dealing with all kinds of poisons... then even a few scratches would be dangerous, would you?)

Determine that it will not be poisonous to the extent of paralysis over this period, and keep your mind tight.

Surrounded by six assassins with poisoned daggers. From the side, that would look like a dead place with no escape.

But... there's a grin in Ray's mouth covered in hoods.

"This is it... if we get past this, I will be mightier and move on. Come on, come on! For me to move on... to take down the noise!

To that word, each of the six dolls reacts.

It was a doll that should have been adjusted not to feel fear due to Moola's adjustment... but still, I guess I felt something from Ray.

Still, the dolls show their movements as directed to them.

Each one of them took a dagger and attacked Ray silently.

One from front, one from back, one from left to right. And one would be impossible in a regular person first to make a leap and then from above. The last one observes the movement to hang the chase if Ray dodges it.

"It moves pretty fast... but that's all I'm talking about"

Ray's response to the five men who came from the front, back, left and right, and even from the top, was to strike out.

Think about it, it's a simple story, but if you're going to siege me and attack me, you just have to break through that siege net a little bit.

Most of all, if it's normal, it's not that easy. That's what I can do because Ray is capable of dyeing people and fighting.

"Huh!"

The direction to proceed is on the right. The doll man waves down his dagger against Ray as he approaches from himself.

That dagger, which is poisoned, is powerful enough to make you think that if you even get a scratch, perhaps a human would die soon.

Toxic enough that if you try to be a normal person, you can describe Mai as the Sickle of Reaper, which is Death Size.

But...

(If you don't hit that too!

Avoid the dagger swung down against you by halving your body, and slap the dagger removed from the mistering into the empty flank.

What was wielded was a normal dagger for material stripping, not a Mithrill knife. Plus, it stays in the sheath. It blows up as it smashes the ribs of the man who took the poison dagger off.

The vivid sound of the meat being slammed against the wall echoes around you, but there's no one in the modem who cares about it.

(6 left to hide with this too)

Ray whining inside as he escaped the siege net, but the only doll that wasn't part of the siege attack looms there.

……

Play the poisonous dagger that is wielded silently, myself again with a dagger, and beat one tongue when I see the man who was blown up earlier and slapped against the wall in that motion rising without looking particularly painful.

(Can't you fold the ribs together? I'm not talking about tipping you off. Then I can't help it......)

Understanding that it is impossible to capture him in normal conditions, Ray plays a dagger that strikes at him and uses his movements to pull the dagger out of his sheath.

Three sword tips sticking out from behind at the same time.

He moves his arm as he dodges the movement, running the blade to the neck muscle of the man in front of him, while he circles behind the man and kicks himself to the opponent who follows him.

The blood that sprays from the smoothly slashed and torn neck descends from behind Ray to those who attacked him.

No matter how much it is reinforced by Moura, the great premise of being human cannot be changed. This also means that vision is the most important of the five senses.

A blood splash falls on his eyes and seals his sight.

Furthermore, the smell of blood greatly limited the sense of smell.

Still adjusted as a doll, the three wave daggers toward where they remembered Ray was just before.

When their own people, who were slashed and torn in the neck at that time, were just punched in the way, the man hit the wall as he bled out, falling to the ground.

There is not a single fragment of emotion, even if it is one's own companion. I have more or less some emotion for the death of my fellow men, even if they were ordinary or assassins.

But the doll men don't have any such feelings, they just aim at the target.

"I thought you were coming!

Ray smiles small at the three assassins coming in.

Even if it were only a few seconds, it wouldn't be so hard to get some distance if the assassin had the time gained by blowing up his buddy's body.

Unlike the one used during the qualifying round, this is not big enough for dozens of people to get in.

What lies ahead of Ray's move is the wall.

But still...

"If you can't swing, you just have to poke it!

Holding in Ray's hand had at some point turned into a spear, not a dagger.

A spear that is about to break, like you would normally use for throwing.

If it were normal, it would be very unlikely that you would want to use such a weapon to stand in front of an assassin.

Naturally, even if you poke the target with a spear, the tip is half missing.

But...... if it was Ray with that spear, it was different story.

"Narrow means we can also have a place to overlap... Wow!

With that cry, a spear is thrown.

Even if the tip of the ear was missing, Ray's skill and strength, which had thrown the spear more than once, turned it into a piece of light and attacked the doll men.

Even if it overlaps, not everyone overlaps upright. They are lined up half a step away from each other in an up-and-coordinated fashion so that they can move easily.

As a result... the belly of the leading doll is pierced from the middle, the right flank of the doll behind it, and the rearmost doll is pierced through the left flank, and all three are blown away by its power and sewn into the wall of the modem room.

"Shit,... why don't you still raise your voice to the pain"

As Ray said, the men forcefully pull and chop the pierced spot and regain their freedom.

Such imitation naturally results in widening the wounds on the abdomen, but the men adjusted as puppets are also completely paralyzed in terms of pain, with no change in expression at all.

……

Keep it that way, in a motion that doesn't make you feel injured at all, you get your dagger in your hand again, and you narrow your distance from Ray.

There was also a mix of dolls that were first blown up by Ray and broken ribs, but naturally this one doesn't show any pain on his face either.

"Even if they pierce my stomach, this is good!

Four daggers rolled out one after the other.

I work together, but there was some discomfort there.

While preventing the dagger attack with a dagger that has been removed from mystering again, we decide that it would be better to retain it before considering the damage in the vicinity.

(Plus, some one hasn't shown up yet)

He throws the dagger he had in his right hand in the air as he leaps back and dodges the dagger he wielded for the first time.

The dagger, released from the sheath, flew at a rate that seemed to slash and tear the air itself, piercing it against the forehead of one of the dolls.

A doll that cramps hands and feet for a moment and falls straight to the floor.

Ray lands backwards looking at it and retrieves the death size.

"Ahhhhhh!

A flash of horizontal giraffe wielded with the voice of temper amputates the man who was next to the right of the man who produced the dagger from his forehead.

Cut the arm that had the dagger, cut the torso, and also cut the opposite arm.

The arm that was about to wave the dagger down against Ray flies as it rotates through the air, hitting the wall and falling to the floor. At the same time, the severed torso also splits up and down and falls to the ground, scattering guts and blood all around it.

It was fast from there. The rest of the men were also cut with the blade to be returned, not seconds after the first defeat of the man in Death Size, and only Ray was already standing on the spot.

What spreads around is the intense smell of blood and organs.

"I can't get used to sniffing it again and again."

He glances at the smell that fills the modem room and looks around.

The armoury set aside to compete in the main battle of the Martial Arts Games is miserable.

It could be the effect of Ray's battle with the assassin men, but most of it would be due to Ray's swinging death size.

The blow that struck the men caused a lot of damage, not just to the men's bodies, but also to things like shelves and walls that were in the pantry.

While sighing at the look of it, I pick up the poisonous dagger that is falling on the floor and store it in mysteries.

"I don't think you're going to tell me to pay for this damage. In the first place, it was the management committee of the martial arts tournament that didn't prevent the assassins.... what do you think of that area?

Looking at the modem, which also turned miserable, he turned to one of the others who was still hiding while still standing dead sized, and told him so.