Legend

"Ahhh!

From the mouth of a woman with her arms slashed and torn, a scream rises.

Originally, it wasn't strange to get bigger wounds.

But still, to this extent, it would have been done because, bent over, women were used to rough things being part of an organization called Clowns.

Thanks to Ray's ability to evade his unleashed flying slaughter in an aggressive manner, he managed to deal with it.

... No, I still couldn't avoid it altogether because that was the sharp, and quick, blow of Ray's unleashed flying slash?

If the woman who was throwing the metal sphere hadn't flipped herself aggressively, that would have easily severed one of her arms by now.

"What's wrong with scratching a woman's body? You can't forgive me for acting like that in front of my eyes!

With such a cry, a man in a clown mask throws a dagger at Ray at a faster rate than ever before.

He said that his dagger throw was sometimes called a disease, yes he did... the dagger thrown toward Ray was the speed he deserved by the name of the disease.

That's what a dagger would have stabbed all over your body by now if it had been your normal opponent who had been thrown a dagger.

But the man fighting is Ray.

Quickly wielding the dusk spear in his left hand, he plays one dagger after the other thrown by the man.

"Come on! Stupid! Make my dagger so easy!?

A man screaming irrationally.

If I were a man, the current situation would be clearly unusual because my dagger had never been easily prevented so far.

Of course, I understood the existence of Ray. I did, but I still didn't think my attacks would be so easily prevented.

"Cover... I will!

It's not safe as it is.

The woman who so decides throws a metal sphere without worrying about the wound on her arm.

Nevertheless, the power of the metal sphere, naturally released from the woman, has fallen more than at first than it did with a major injury to one arm.

Only one arm was injured, but the throwing of a metal sphere… it was also necessary to throw using the entire body in order to throw with just the power to pierce the wall.

However, one arm injury does not allow such an imitation at this time.

There's nothing more I can do now than be, so I just have to do what I can do to my current self anyway.

That was the throw of a woman's metal sphere... inferior in power, which, unlike earlier, is not that much of a threat to Ray.

It was one metal sphere and dagger thrown after another, but Ray, with his death-size and dusk spears, didn't seem to care about it at all... that's the look on his face as usual, playing one after the other.

We attack with all our might.

The situation now, where it was played so easily and not perceived as a threat at all, was unbearable for a man of high self-esteem.

"Whoa!

"No!

A man frustrated by the ineffectiveness of his attacks increases the number of daggers he throws screaming like that.

It was Ray who slightly questioned how much dagger the hell he had, but now there's more to be done than that.

While playing the dagger and the metal sphere, Ray puts his strength into his leg... poking and jumping through a moment's gap where the attack broke.

It is not directly above either, but towards a woman who cannot use one hand.

A woman who says she's had one arm cut off, but still continues to attack while the pain slows her movements.

On the contrary, I can't allow the attack to go through, and I'm even calmly paying attention to a man whose dagger is getting messed up throwing at Ray.

If you ask me if either of those two are troublesome, I wouldn't have to think about it. Woman.

That's why Ray moved to put a woman first.

"Huh!?

The woman turns to Ray, who has stuffed her way to herself, and tries to unleash a blow on the counter.

But for Ray, it was easy to imagine that the opponent would make such an attack.

A woman's thrown metal sphere...... not just a good fleshy, if a man sees it, he uses his feet to swallow spit and release a kick.

That kick is not a blow like the one fired by a woman around it, but a blow fired by a trained warrior.

If you hit him, that's such a sharp blow, groaning at the pain, even if it's a big man.

But for Ray, there have been many attacks like that... and that's what I've been through countless times.

The body is slightly distracted and the woman's kick pierces the air.

But what won't end with that would be the awesome thing about women.

The knee was used as a fulcrum to forcefully change the kick trajectory.

Normally it is an impossible behavior, but it is an attack that cannot be done unless the knee joints are too soft... Ray avoids the attack by tilting his neck and waves heavily the right hand holding the death size.

Slash.

A slight feeling of cutting meat is in Ray's hands.

And the leg that released the woman's kick is severed from the middle of her thigh and flies through the air as she rotates.

"Grr..."

A woman who collapses to the floor due to the loss of one leg.

It was Ray, who aimed at such a woman and tried to pierce her body with a dusk spear in her left hand, but was inhibited from acting by a dagger that flew in.

"There's no way I'm going to let you kill your people that easily, is there?

Words make it look like you can afford it, but what's on a man's face is a strong hatred.

I guess I have a strong sense of fellowship.

Or maybe I have special feelings for men and women.

"Right. But for the time being, I succeeded in cutting this woman's fighting power. When that happens, the only thing left... is you. I'm telling you, don't imitate the devious, okay? If you want, you can kill him like this."

The last word was directed at a woman who was no longer able to speak out in pain.

From the amputated thigh, there is a lot of blood.

While the woman suffers from pain, she manages to take out the potion, and Ray didn't even know if she was hearing any advice, but first she decides it's better to defeat the man, and Ray puts him out of sight.

If it was meant to be, I guess I should kill the woman first.

But given the way the man looked, if he imitated killing a woman here, he would undoubtedly have been more willing to kill himself than he is now.

It's not hard for Ray to deal with it if his actions are simplified by his increased willingness to kill.

But from Ray's senses and experiences, opponents like the man in front of him turn in an instant.... Or I could have expected to run wild.

It's only been a few years since Ray came to this world, but in those years he's been through battles like whether or not he'll go through it in his life if he's a normal adventurer.

That's why I guess that's what you thought the man in front of you could instantly turn into.

(Then you just have to deal with it before it turns)

If you're going to be transformed and powerful, you just have to deal with it before it turns.

Simply because of that, Ray opens his mouth to the man with a death-size and dusk spear.

"Won't your next opponent come out? I was wondering if there would be one more if I knocked one down, even if there was a little back and forth."

"... I don't need to teach you that!

With that word, the man throws a dagger at Ray.

But the dagger thrown is less sharp than it was the first time I saw it.

The speed itself is faster, but if it was an attack that would fly to me honestly, it wasn't a hard story to avoid.

Step forward, dodging the dagger coming at you.

A man who throws one dagger after another toward such a ray.

But Ray was dealt with lightly, even at the same time as the metal sphere the woman threw.

Even if the woman attacked with her incapacity for combat, there's no way she's going to get through to Ray.

That's how Ray stuffed the intermission, setting the death-size in front of the man who stares at himself with anger, while at the moment he tries to wield it, he senses something coming at him with the sound of cutting the air, whether it should still be said or not.

(I knew it!

Experience to date suggests that if you try to kill the man in front of you, enemy support will emerge as if to disturb it.

That's what Ray expected, he fights back, naturally.

Play something that flew toward you with a dusk spear on your left as you cut the man's torso with a death-size on your right.

From the Death Size, the feeling of cutting the flesh up and down was conveyed, but from the spear of dusk, an unexpectedly light feeling.

That was the lay that bothered me, but I distance myself as I kick the lower half of the man who stood, as it could get dirty in the blood that would blow out if I were in the place I am now, more than I cut the man's torso up close.

When you point your gaze at a new opponent while doing so, it's like covering your eyes there... that's the kind of woman wearing a mask you use when you're at a mask party.

I can't see the eye area by that mask, but anyone can expect to be probably quite beautiful from the glossy red lip and face shape.

The costume was also a costume that made the man's desire felt with intense skin exposure, and he had a whip in his hand.

Overall, what do you think of Ray, Queen? That was the thing.

It's also a queen as an SM, not a queen in the sense of being the head of the country.

She was such a woman, but unlike her appearance, there is intense hatred in her gaze toward Ray.

... because they are defeating one of their own people after another, naturally.

(The clown seems to have a strong sense of companionship.... For that matter, I doubt he's going to make it out until his people are killed.... even so, a whip)

Ray is convinced why the feeling was mild when he played with the spear of dusk earlier.

A whip means that the tip exceeds the speed of sound if the master uses it.

But, naturally, the mass of the tip of the whip is light.

... That's only for those who have more than a certain strength, like Ray, and bringing adventurers around can't imitate spearing the tip of a whip the same way Ray does.

"Well, you're next?... Also, you come out dressed pretty excited, huh?

"Well, it doesn't matter to you what kind of clothes I wear, does it? For you dying here...... hey!

With that word, the woman who wields the whip again.

The blow is hard to follow with your eyes.... but if it's hard to chase with your eyes, you just have to not chase them.

All you have to do is anticipate the cutting edge of the whip's orbit and put a death-size blade or a dusk spear towards it.

Even if it is not entirely possible to predict its orbit, Ray can perceive it sensibly, much like around here and elsewhere.

This is also probably an ability because Ray has gained so many and intense combat experiences so far.

Pachin ', the sharp sound echoes around.

It's the sound created by the whip hitting the twilight spear pattern.

The sound is reminiscent of the pain that makes the listener want to hold his ear by accident.

... especially since Ray recognises the person in front of him as the queen in the SM sense, which makes him feel unnecessarily so.

Either way, there's nothing like Ray hesitating to attack whether the opponent is a woman, a man, that's nobility or a queen than hostility.

Playing a series of whip attacks, one by one I shrink my distance from the woman...... duh, I doubt it.

This woman must have seen a man throwing a dagger earlier cut up and down her torso in a death size.

Even then, as now, he approached his opponent one by one, playing the enemy's attack.

Why can you afford to end up like the other guy?

Ray questioned it, but as he approached him, he had a reaction to his sense of smell.

Sweet...... no, it smells too sweet.

The moment it sniffs, consciousness only flies somewhere for a moment.

Still, it only took a moment because Ray's sense of smell was sharp and he would have smelled this smell closer than he should have, but he still smelled sweet away.

Still, I lost consciousness for a moment, so I'm pretty sure this scent has a vicious effect.

"Wind hands!

Activates the skill while jumping backwards to escape the sweet smell.

Skills that produce colorless, transparent tentacles, which now extend up to two hundred and fifty meters in level four.

Naturally, I can reach anywhere in this room.

... but the wind hand itself is not an obvious attack skill like flying slaughter.

Still, I can grab and lift light objects.

I'm not strong... but still, what would happen if that were done when I was fighting.

"Running away!? I can't help it!

A woman who senses the smell and turns to Ray, who escapes, and tries to wiggle the whip again.

But...... for a moment, the wind hand really only holds the tip of the whip for a moment.

At the next moment the hands of the wind are played lightly, but the timing of the woman still waving the whip shifts, causing the whip to fly to the unawares.

And Ray doesn't imitate someone who misses a gap like that.

"Eat!"

He threw a spear of dusk as he screamed sharply.