Legend

"Winner, noise!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hearing the voice of the referee conveying his own victory and its overwhelming cheer echoing within the arena at the same time, Noise's gaze is directed toward Ray, who is falling over the stage.

What's in your gaze at Ray is amazement and excitement. That ear did not contain any of the numerous cheers that were going up outside the stage.

(Use naive but hegemonic armor in that short time, huh? If it's just talent, it's more than me)

Now is the time to compress magic so intensely that it can be visualized. It is a noise that completely uses the skills named the King's armor, but of course it was not freely used from the beginning.

No, Ning Lo could even compress the magic enough to visualize it for hours, days, months at first.

Even so, Ray, who is now losing his mind at the tip of Noise's gaze, wore the armor of a hegemonic king in the moment he saw himself using it, even if he was naive.

Furthermore, he didn't just wrap himself around it, he even used the applied technique of partially collecting the King's armor and traveling at a speed that was not even noticeable.

Of course it is a naive move that cannot be said to have been used, and in the first place, even the armor of the king is almost magical and forcefully used.

A regular person is a ray that has an out-of-digit amount of magic power, which, on the contrary, can be said to make full use of the qualities of ray's out-of-digit amount of magic.

(Genius, should I say that? Maybe if we try it as the Bestian Empire we should describe it as a natural disaster)

Now I'm still stronger because of my skills as a hegemonic armor, my experience in battle that I've overlapped, or otherwise possessed.

That's for sure, but what happens if the moon goes on like this and Ray, who is unconscious and falling in front of him, gains more combat experience than ever before and is able to use the King's armor?

When it comes to purely the armor of a champion, that amount of magic would naturally dictate performance if it were the same level of practice.

When that happened, I couldn't say enough that I could beat Ray...

Of course, I'm not going to lose.

(And above all...)

Chirali, and shifts his gaze away from Ray and turns his gaze toward the Devil's Sword he has.

The word 'corrosion' leaked out of its mouth when it was fighting Ray.

The moment I heard it, there was a rush on the spine of noise that I hadn't felt in a long time.

Skills, not magic, perhaps, just like the armor of your own champion.

And based on the name corrosion, if you use that skill, it will probably become weapon and flesh, but it will literally rot.

It's actually a skill that only works on metal weapons, but the noise that doesn't know the details of corrosion never finds out about it.

Anyway, if you come into contact with Death Size, your own demon sword will probably rot. I had that prediction, so this battle ended in a fist attack with little to no meeting with Death Size.

Even if it corrodes if you touch it, there was also an estimate that if it was your own flesh wrapped around the armor of the king, you could prevent it.

In contrast, it is only his own limbs that wrap around the King's armor, and if it is as close to the body as armor, the Devil's Sword is too far from the body, so wrapping around the King's armor is to the extent of an elaborately gripped pattern.

It was noise that was mistaken or overbought by various things, but the result was that the decision was never wrong, and it was the best choice for dealing with Rays who use Ningro corrosion.

If noise had looked sweetly at the skill of corrosion, the Devil's Sword, which met with Death Size more than once, could have been corroded each time and rotted in the middle of its body.

The demon sword used by noise, of course. There is no doubt that it is fairly high-performance, and it is possible that it would have meant that it will rot away. But Noise didn't want to copycat Ray to equal such a bet.

... No, you're right that I couldn't.

Indeed, if you look at Ray currently falling on the stage like this, and if you look at the game results, it is a battle that you have always been overwhelmed with, and Ray is equal to being unilaterally hit with almost nothing to do.

But...

(Who hasn't gone through that time, what do you want)

Tongue with your heart at the many words that come into your ears.

Many of those words still say that deep red is no big deal, that no one can beat immobility, and that now you will know as much about yourself as you do.

Naturally there are other voices to honor Ray's good fight, but still to Ray...... I'm sick of the audience saying irresponsible words to their admitted opponents that they despise.

It wasn't funny to be told like that that you would experience the same time as yourself and be told that you already have one foot in the same height as yourself.

"No, noise player"

That's why I guess I was fortunate enough for the referee to speak up before the sunny feelings gained in the fight against Ray were anointed with negative emotions.

"What?"

It was a short word returning noise, but I guess it still had a fighting aftertaste I hadn't felt anywhere in a long time. The referee, voiced by noise, is small and breathtaking.

Still, it was for a moment that I was frightened of the noise against my opponent, just as I had been entrusted with judgment in the final of this martial arts competition.

There are naturally a large number of referees on the Steering Committee, and that day the referee changes in that game. Because in doing so, being entrusted with the judgment of the final means that he is so good.

"That, there will be an award ceremony in the next hour. I'd like the noise players to have that ready."

"... right"

That said, there was something like that. No emotion has already been expressed in the gaze of noise whining with such thoughts.

Earlier...... I was just watching a laugh that could even be described as a laugh I showed during the game with Ray, which makes me uncomfortable with the referee.

But Noise doesn't mind such a referee, he approaches Ray, who hasn't regained consciousness yet, and softly takes charge. And the other hand has a death size.

Is it unique to Rank S Adventurers to lightly lift death sizes above 100kg?

"No, noise player?

"I know. I'll be there in time for the award ceremony. You're not gonna leave Ray like this, are you? So, Ray's gonna be at the awards ceremony, too?

"Yes, because the winner, the semi-winner, will be an award for both of you. But I'm not saying it's impossible if you don't seem to be conscious."

"Okay. Then I'll take Ray to the barn."

That's what I told him, the noise of having a death size from the top of the stage and leaving while taking charge of Ray.

"Wow, wow, wow! It was so amazing that there was no more. I hardly knew what was going on. He shows up when he wonders if he's disappeared, and disappears again when he wonders if he shows up. I've lived in other arenas from time to time, but I started watching this fight. Everybody, give me a round of applause!

To live words, a huge storm of applause sent from the audience.

With that applause on his back, Noise walked away from the athlete's entrance, not the wind that felt anything.

"... you noise. Anyway, if I kill you, I'll save you some trouble."

A man groans abominably as the sound of applause echoes from the audience.

The men around them each nod as they agree with it.

"Absolutely. If we don't kill him here, it's definitely gonna hurt the Bestian Empire."

"Ri, Ri. Such an excellent opportunity…"

"Count Schvindell, what happened to the Soul Bell?

Asked by the surrounding nobles, Count Schvindell shakes his head beside him in a grumpy manner.

"I attacked him... but he failed"

"What!? If you were gathering all that information, you would have postponed the raid, and even more so, you were ready!?

"They're all bitches."

"Not at all. It was a mistake from the beginning to rely on both of them."

Each simultaneously leaks dissatisfaction with the Soul Relief Bell, but nevertheless the Earl of Schvindell faction has no choice but to rely on the Soul Relief Bell.

With the power we possess, we can't beat Ray no matter what we scratch. That much strength proves that he has won the martial arts tournament to the final.

Above all, I can't really say that rank s adventurer, immovable noise and each other...... but it's still true that we did it together.

The battle for noise since the start of the main battle is obviously all about modesty. But the only decent fight in it was with Ray.

(Is that why we have to rely on the bell of the soul, including Non?... pathetic. The glorious Count of the Bestian Empire. But... Non can't get rid of this grudge. Always... Always make it pay. even if this is a rebellion)

He felt something dangerous in the flames of revenge burning within himself, but still left everything to that dangerous emotion with knowledge.

"Ray... lost, did he?

Pottori, and whined inside the VIP room.

Rhodos squeals all the time that he can't believe what he sees.

To Rhodos like that, those who are called the 1st prince faction around them turn their gaze.

Mercy, mockery, sympathy, disgust. Some of them were like admiration for some reason, but Rodos would never notice it.

It's just a sneak drop off Ray walking off the stage while the noise takes him up.

On the back of such a rhodos, a voice can be hung from Bratta.

"No, no, what are you surprised about? Did you really think Deep Red could beat Immovable?

"It's..."

If it's normal, it's weirder to think that Rank B Adventurers can beat Rank S Adventurers.

I naturally understood that even for Rhodos, but if Ray still... that's what I think.

Because he made it a Rank A Adventurer and even beat his own father with the Axe Alias of Thunder God.

I guess I didn't mean to comfort Rodos like that... but Perfir opens his mouth.

"It's just that this game was the only one where Noise got some seriousness out of those who participated in the fight. I only heard rumors about the King's armor, but I didn't think I could see it with these eyes."

In that tone is the admiration for Ray.

Even if we lose, there is a cage of thoughts that we shouldn't be laughed at because it is to the noise of the rank s adventurer.

Fact Perfir, if anyone was laughing at Ray now, could that person beat the noise against him? Or I wanted to ask if it would be as good a fight as Ray.

When you look around in that sense, a few people who were in the VIP room look out of sight with expressions of frustration and shame, or nod to agree.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it was a seemingly definite final.... No, I mean it. That's just what they call deep red, yeah."

You wanted to change the air in the VIP room, there are those who utter those words.

As I agree with that, each nods small.

No one can nod confidently about it if they actually say that they can do something about fighting Ray with someone who is on this scene.

Even Bratta and Perfir, confident in their own power, will not be able to say that they can win if they recall the battle earlier.

"From now on, when His Highness Kabazid takes the throne of emperor... it may be that man who stands in front"

To the whining out of Perfir's mouth, most of those on the spot imagine a future in which they face Ray on the battlefield, freezing their spines.

Still, I don't like it, no one says they don't want to fight because that's all they pledge their allegiance to their Lord?

"I'll tell you what, I'm not giving up my fight with Ray. That's what I was supposed to do to help you."

In that, the voice of Rodos echoes inside the VIP room, and those who hear it nod with various expressions.

You're welcome to fight that deep red on our own behalf, if you can drain us a little bit of strength over there, if you want to kill yourself, whatever you want, it's brilliant not to lose the temper to challenge you when you see that strength, etc.

However, few of them really think Rodos can beat Ray... no, you can say he's not there.

In fact, Ray showed all his strength, so it's natural.

"Then it will be time to give Rodos the promised magic item too"

Rodos nods at Bratta's voice, which sounded like a potpourri inside the VIP room.

I still haven't been given a magic item that will be handed over to me somehow.

He said he could finally get that power and carve Ray's name into his opponent.

(Most importantly, it will take some time to use the magic items)

Rhodos shrugged inside as he watched the Steering Committee preparing for the awards ceremony on stage.