It's been ten days since Sally recovered.
Today and tomorrow there will be a martial arts martial arts martial arts party that will determine the strongest of this country. I'm not strong enough to compete yet, so this time I'm helping the tournament management. One day I would like to take part in the competition and show my strength.
By the way, Sally seems to be at the tournament. She's just been assigned to the National Army, and suddenly she's strong enough to be appointed deputy captain of the platoon, so I guess we can get to a pretty good place?
─ And if you think she really passed the qualifying round!
Even if you can't destroy the target, you can participate in this battle if you are found to have done more than some damage. Sally cleared it.
It's amazing!
My friend, it's amazing!!
Anything, he's in great shape with his right arm and leg that Mr. Hart healed.
The qualifying session then proceeded without major problems. For me to be in charge, it's been pretty lame, but no one has yet led to destruction.
Eyes will be dropped on the roster with the number of participants written.
Oh, you're the next person and you're done with me.
"Next, number 997, please!
You have called the following participants: Mostly in the second half of the 900, I'm a little excited because more likely to be able to destroy the target.
With what power, with weapons, will you destroy your target with moves?
That being said, I saw the other day that what can also be said to be the highest peak of Wu, destroy the invincible, so you can't expect more than that.
The highest peak of Wu, of course, is about him (...).
"I see you again. Best regards,"
Yeah, yeah. This is this guy, Mr. Hart.
─ Huh?
Before my eyes, Mr. Hart appeared in charge of a sword as long as his height.
"Ha, Mr. Hart!?"
"Yes, it's Hart-El Nour"
I learned that Mr. Hart was a family name, Ernore.
Lilia-Ernor.
Hey, maybe good......
─ ─ Ha!? What the hell am I doing?
Happily with Mr. Hart, it came to my mind how he was surrounding the table. But I'm at work now.
Unfortunately, erasing that happy image, I decided to focus on your work.
Well, what bothers me is the great sword that Mr. Hart is carrying. At the time of the Capital Examination, he did not have such a large sword.
Where the hell did you bring it from?
It's hard to believe they made it in this king's capital. Because there is no blacksmith in this country who can make a sword like Mr. Hart has.
It was a sword that was so beautiful, it was like a treasure sword passed down to the kingdom of the elves.
Actually, I'm a weapons maniac.
National treasure swords and treasure gear are mostly in your head if a painting or something else is public. The great sword Mr. Hart possessed was very similar to the treasure sword of Alheim, the Hegemony.
No way...... right?
If I had thought about that, Mr. Hart swung up the sword with one hand and put it on the upper stage.
Again, it's a different sword just to be similar.
It said in the book that the hegemony is so heavy. They say it's enough to have to be carried by a few soldiers.
There's no way you can hold that with one hand, like that.
Nevertheless, all Mr. Hart's movements are too beautiful to be seen.
"Can I do it now?
If Mr. Hart was on the lookout, he would have confirmed if he could carry out an attack on the target.
"What, ah! Yes, I'm fine."
I'll respond in a hurry.
But although I said it was okay, Mr. Hart is now standing about five meters away from the target.
What are we going to do with it?
Besides, the structure is upper level.
Are you going to dash five meters with your big sword in the upper stages and slash it with momentum?
No matter how much Hart, I was wondering if that was dull......
Mr. Hart waved down the great sword.
In the (...) field (...) of that (...),.
"─ Yes?
I didn't know what that meant.
Five meters away, but it broke right and left from the center.
Though it cracked, the target still stood.
And his movements, they didn't stop.
The Great Sword has now been slashed up from the bottom left toward the top right. And then, right, right, right, left, left, left, left, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
That's all I could see.
Because Mr. Hart moved faster and faster.
Among the Beast tribes, I was proud to say that he had excellent motor vision, but I couldn't see Mr. Hart's sword on the way.
I didn't see the Great Sword move, but instead I could see what (...) flies toward (...) from where Mr. Hart is.
That, what (...) (...) flies straight to the target, slashes and chops the target so that it is sucked into the target.
It's like a flying slaughter.
Speaking of which, once the brave man had the moves to use the hegemony to slay and lay down his enemies a few meters away.
It's a legendary move called Slashing the Sky - Slashing the Sky.
You can say the depths of Wu Yi.
Martial arts basically have to be approached.
Orc men who are racially susceptible to physical attacking positions have many melee systems.
What if a beast man with a high race status and an overwhelming physical attack power and attack speed has been making a physical attack from a distance?
That's right. It's a strong decision.
But only one beast man in the past has been able to physically attack a distant enemy without using any flying tools. One of them is the Martial God who, after his death in the former Beast King, came to divinity.
The depths that could only be accomplished by that martial god were being rolled out in front of me.
─ ─ Is it about ten seconds since the first slash?
Mr. Hart's movements stopped pitting.
And at this point, I believed that this sword was a champion, and when I thought I had stuck it on the stage, Mr. Hart rushed out at a very high speed.
In front of the invincible, he does a (...) structure (...) eh (...) of
It is a (...) le (...), which blew up the target, in a test station outside the Wang capital.
The target was chopped up, and the steel sand, the contents of which were everywhere, was starting to sarcastically fall.
If you let it go, it'll collapse in a few seconds, toward its invincible...
"Shh!!!
His fist has been knocked in.
Once again, I didn't know what that meant.
'Cause you've already been slashed to pieces, haven't you?
The target, which should be falling apart, has a mass of steel sand that weighs a few tons.
For some reason, it was one fist, and it blew straight away.
Ahead of blowing it up, there was an area to temporarily store the trash that came out of this circular arena.
The invincible wreckage went in there most of it beautifully.
"All right! Perfect"
Mr. Hart was satisfied.
And I looked back, and I smiled, and I said,
"Now it's easier to clean up after, isn't it?