Legend

Gingy, a tall metal noise sounds in the woods at night.

Not at all like the metal sounds I've ever heard, it's like it's not weird to think that that's what it sounded like in all of Trent's woods... such a loud metal sound.

"Hmm. You've broken your spare face"

The look on Anterm's face, telling him so, gave him the look of doing it.

At the end of such an anterm's gaze is Ray's figure with a muscle slash wound on his cheek and bleeding.

Ray jumps backwards once from playing the Devil's Sword blow in Death Size and gently strokes the wound with his left hand finger with a spear of dusk.

It was red blood that adhered to that finger.

This is the first wound I have ever suffered in the battle against Anthelm.

In addition, Ray focuses his defense against Anterm with a modest attack for the purpose of completing the opponent.

In other words, it will be Ray, not Anterm, who was the first to be wounded in this battle.

"I didn't know you'd be so happy with one of these scratches. Nevertheless, it is also true that, to be honest, I was a little surprised. I thought your demon sword abilities were just to skip slashing, but I didn't know you could skip being full of yourself. It was unexpected.... but using your wife's hands to this extent proves your immaturity."

That's what Ray said, but Anterm doesn't look as angry as he did earlier.

Even though I scratched the ray, it didn't mean I was satisfied to some extent...

(Acting, huh?... I guess it wasn't all an act, but I'm pretty sure they fooled me though)

It was unexpected, but it was not thought that anyone in Rank A Adventurer would imitate such a thing as rambling without thinking so much, and Ning Ro was convinced.

Just because I'm convinced, doesn't mean I can erase the frustrating thought of being deceived.

"In the meantime, I knew I'd do it better than I expected. When that happens, I need to be a little less accommodating... I'll tell you, don't die easy, okay?

"Hmm? You think you can afford to give this guy a break? That's a lot of insults."

Returning words to Ray, Anterm has not exposed his frustration as he did earlier.

What do you think inside of it, anyway?

"Right. As a Rank A Adventurer, you must have quite a few arms. I admit that. But that's all I'm talking about if you ask me. Stronger than I expected, but still not to me. It's not like I need to be more vigilant than that, but at least."

Anterm frowns uncomfortably at the words coming out of Ray's mouth.

I was fooled by myself, and I even suffered a wound on it.

More than that, I guess Ray thought he'd regret it.

"Right. Then... show me your strength!

Screaming, Anterm kicks the ground.

It was slightly faster than when we were fighting earlier, but the speed was increasing.

I guess this means that Anterm is serious.

Nevertheless, the increased speed is only slightly.

Considering that, I guess that means the fight itself was pretty serious, although I also acted when I was fighting Ray the first time.

(No, or is this acting too?

Ray plays the demon sword waved in front of him in death-size, even though he suspects that this behavior is also an act, just once he was fooled.

That demon sword, whose body stretched to nearly three meters, would not already be classified as a long sword.

Most of all, the only time I'm stretched out like that is for a moment, and the next moment, I'm back at Anterm's disposal.

A decent hit with a death size that weighs about 100kg, a blow that was bounced off.

But even with such a blow, Anterm quickly continues his next attack without looking particularly concerned.

If this were an adventurer around there, the impact of the death size and bumps would paralyze your hands… in some cases even imitations like dropping the weapon you have on the ground.

That doesn't happen because that's all Anthelm has.

I guess I flush much of the shock by technology and get as little shock directly into my hands as possible.

That's amazing technology from Ray's eyes.

Nevertheless, doing such extra work naturally means it will be slow, even slightly, when attacking.

That gap can be a huge downside in fighting an opponent named Ray.

"Look, there's a gap in the attack!

A spear of dusk is waved with the word, and the tip of the ear is set off aiming at the torso of Anterm.

What Anterm is equipped with is metal armor with plenty of misrils.

Mithril is also said to be magic silver, compatible with magic.

Just for that kind of armor, if you try to make it an anterm that should also be called a magic item use, it is a very strong defensive armor.

But Anterm dodges the tip of the dusk spear released on his torso by jumping sideways.

Instinct, I guess he decided that even his own armor shouldn't be attacked by Ray.

There are quite a few who feel the instinct that the blow is dangerous.

But when you become one who can act instantaneously according to your instincts, you can't help but be few.

This neighborhood would be the difference between Rank A adventurers and others.

"Whoa, whoa!

Nevertheless, Anterm doesn't end up just dodging Ray's offense either.

Take advantage of the laterally moved movement and rotate your body on the spot, targeting Ray's torso in retaliation for being targeted.

Ginghh! And the surrounding squeaky, tall noise.

The blow wielded by the horizontal giraffe was taken lightly by Death Size as well earlier...

"Guh!"

Probably because it was an aggressive blow.

Unable to absorb the impact of the death size and collision, as earlier, a distressed voice leaks from the mouth of the anterm, which took the impact from the front.

Even in such a situation, it would have been an antelm-like decision to hate and distance Ray from his pursuit, but if he retreated from the course of the battle so far, Ray would not pursue him, so he thought, by the way...

"You think I'll let you get away with it!?

Totally betraying Anterm's expectations, Ray packs an intermission with Anterm, who should have taken the distance, and wields a death size.

"Gu...... whoa whoa whoa!

In contrast to the blade wielded without cutting the torso, Anterm uses the Devil's Sword as a shield in an aggressive manner.

The right hand with the Devil's Sword and the defensive posture of holding the cuttoe down with your feet to prevent it.

But there is no way you can take Ray's blow properly in such a situation... the next moment Anterm will be blown away.

Anterm is not a musculoskeletal appearance, but is nevertheless covered by squeezed muscles.

Unlike fat, muscles naturally weighed.

Unlike appearance, the anterum weighs considerably by its muscles.

Nonetheless, it's not that such an anterm is rolled down the ground... it really blew up in a literal sense.

That's totally unexpected if you try to make it a blown anterm.

I guess I never thought this would happen.

Even though the impact of hitting the trunk of the tree prevented me from breathing for a moment, I was able to quickly ascertain my situation and get up, probably because Anterm also had the strength to call me an arm wrestler.

... one reason why Ray didn't chase him to break Anterm's heart.

"What's up? To this extent...... that's what you thought you could still fight to the point of play and possibly beat me no more? That doesn't matter...... you're a rank A adventurer or draw noble blood, it's only to that extent in the end. … noble blood."

In a place called the blood of the last aristocrats, I smile more like a sneer than a mockery......

Anterm suffers the pain from how Ray looks like that... No, he gets up, as if he hasn't even felt the pain with anger.

For Anterm, I don't particularly care if the whole adventurer gets ridiculed.

Because it's obvious from the anterm that most adventurers only have the strength to the point of being ridiculed that way.

But if it's not the brackets of the adventurer that make fun of you, you can't forgive the insult.

Anterm is also an adventurer, but his perception is that he is not an adventurer, even if he is an adventurer... I guess that's the feeling.

Did they still laugh at the blood of the aristocrats make Anterm angrier than that?

For Anterm, who attaches more importance to drawing noble blood than to adventurers, that is by no means acceptable.

That was what it was never acceptable to leave the existence of Ray, who made a fool of himself

That's why Anterm gets irritated...... no, he gets up with his anger in his voice.

"Do you make a fool of me... for drawing noble blood!

At the same time he shouted, intense anger and killing were unleashed around him.

That is, if there is a wildlife or something on this occasion...... no, that is so intense anger and killing that it is not strange to have monsters or to escape in fear.

Nevertheless, it is only the perception that if you try to lay it, it is to that extent.

Normally, if you see a Rank A adventurer so mad, you can only run away... or imitate what you hope will not harm you.

But if you try Ray, who has fought countless powerful enemies before, to be honest, there is only such recognition as this degree.

Beyond that, he showed himself close to normal even before Anterm.

... No, Ray, who was slaughtered a wolf, may be stronger in terms of Ningro anger.

Still, Ray doesn't imitate anger in an overt way.

Because if you imitate that in the present situation, it's not strange that Anthelm pokes you in the gap.

"Right. I mean ridicule...... to be honest, expressions such as frightening are more correct. I never thought this would happen to a guy like you. Besides, I was hoping you'd be a Rank A Adventurer, but you're not as strong as I expected."

To such Ray's words, Anterm becomes even more murderous.

I don't imitate Ray's provocation so easily, but I guess there's still something about what's going on.

If you try to lay it on, I hope and fulfill the anterum like that.

"Well, I've got a pretty good idea of what you're capable of. If there's nothing more to it than a wife, it's time to end this fight... you mind?

It's a declaration of victory de facto.

It's a word that comes from confidence that even if Anterm tries to fight any more, he'll never be any match for himself.

Anterm feels frustrated by Ray's words like that... but still bitterly silences himself from previous exchanges, such as not feeling the difference in strength between them.

... while still looking for a hand in reversal, it is a bad giving up like a Rank A adventurer.

But naturally, Ray doesn't have the kindness to wait for it in a situation where his opponent is looking for a hand in reversal.

Heading to Anterm, who is thinking about how to escape the scene in the current situation at the end of his gaze, Ray steps out unconstitutionally.

However, its walking speed is slow and never fast.

Still, Ray, surely approaching, should have been a fear if he had tried to anterm it.

"Gu...... whoa!

Just approaching an agreement with Ray, Anterm kicks the ground with the Devil's Sword in his hand.

Has the blown shock recovered earlier, or has it been forced to move in disregard of the pain?

But that speed was definitely slower than earlier.

... except that the wielded demon sword is stretched out, and the interval is equivalent to a spear or death size at dusk.

The thrust unleashed by that blow will not even be described as divine speed...... but it can undoubtedly be hailed as the thrust of a first-class product.

If hit, most humans are pierced by a blow… a blow that wouldn't be strange in some cases to become a piece of flesh.

It was such a blow, but Hate and Ray are not ordinary people.

Use the movement to unleash a Death Size Strike while avoiding the thrust released on your torso by quickly laying down your body.

The arm releasing the penetration of the anterm is severed, slashed with the Devil's Sword and spun in the air, then the spear of dusk released pierces the right leg of the anterm, not…, but crumbles.

Ray returned the wrist of the person with the death size as it was, and the left leg and left arm were also nicely amputated.