Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

"We will now play the first qualifying match....... Match, start!

"Ooh!

Beat two people who were nearby at the same time as the signal to start.

Everyone around is like a wizard, chanting something with bumps all the way from the signal of initiation.

But... the situation I'm talking about is full of gaps.

I punched the rest of them too. There's no reason to wait for you.

"Ko, this is -! A mysterious muscle man instantly disabled everyone. Um... Yuri! Has this come out as a leading player? Yuri, it's the final tournament!

The MC gave a commentary on the high tension.

Is this a qualifying breakthrough?... I feel like I could afford too much.

I mean, I feel like I obviously have too much room.

I don't want to entertain the audience, but the audience hasn't figured out what happened after a moment.

Let's hope there are some tenacious opponents in the final tournament.

Game two, game three and the game go on.

Phyllia's name was called in Game 5.

As Phyllia emerges into the centre of the Colosseum and the camera captures Phyllia's face, the venue is wrapped up in a constant fashion.

"Ooh. This is another appearance of Beppin more than I ever imagined! But gentlemen, it doesn't matter what it looks like to fight!

The MC pays attention lightly, but doesn't stop twitching.

Phyllia looks human apart after all.

The Phyllia, speaking, stares at the opponent with a face like nothing is going on. Seems to be well focused.

"I'll start then. Yikes.... Game five begins!

With the signal of the start of the MC, the seven entered the magical chant.

A few seconds later, Phyllia unleashes her magic. I hit a man and passed out.

The remaining five people who saw it set a target for Phyllia.

Well, it must be a stone to say that it is this form of battle that targets from the strong.

"The beauty's been targeted. Is this a big pinch? This... I'm avoiding it! It magnificently avoids the magical storm that comes down. The figure is like, the goddess of war itself!

As MC said, Phyllia kept doing her magic brilliantly.

He's poking a flash of gap and hitting his opponent with magic. It was brilliant.

It's worth the training with me. I have a high nose, too.

Burning the last one with fire magic, Phyllia survived safely.

"It was brilliant. Feelia! It's a beautiful way to win and make the final tournament decision!

"Oh, you're annoying."

I said my word to Phyllia.

Phyllia exhaled thinly and long as she relieved the tension.

"Now that I've achieved my norm, it's easy for me to do the rest."

Phyllia laughs at.

As far as I'm concerned, I think it's the real deal from the final tournament, but I guess it doesn't matter to Phyllia.

I decided to respect Phyllia's intentions.

"It was a brilliant way to fight. Good luck."

I hit Pong, and Phyllia's shoulder.

Then Phyllia stiffened her body.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yuri? I'm scared."

"What is it?"

"There's no way you know Yuri is fluent or anything like that.... Ha, no way. You, you're a fake!

Feelia taking a fighting stance.

I think I can be angry with him. I'll gently poke Phyllia in the head.

"Go. I'm against violence!

Kneeling, scrubbing her head and complaining in tears, Firia.

"The tournament isn't over yet. Focus."

"Ha-ha."

Returns a prolonged voice.

That's really motivating. It's so refreshing.

The qualifying round is all over. As far as I put it through, there wasn't one that looked strong.

You still expect a seed player from the final tournament.

"Yes, that concludes the qualifying round. Please wait while we apply restorative magic to those who have won the qualifying round!

He heard the MC.

A while later, seven people in white come in through the hall door.

Apparently one sorcerer is assigned per person.

I say "I don't need it because it's intact" and turn down the magic and sit back on the couch.

After the treatment of all, the healing magician left the room promptly. and the big man comes into the holding room instead. The smell of alcohol stained my body, a man with a double jaw.

It's like fat, not muscle, whose splendid body is wrapped around it.

"Pfft," the man opens his mouth after a mysterious breath.

"Is this such a small holding room for me to join? I hear the operation here is licking about me."

"Let it go, fat man"

"Mm-hmm. Kola!......... Dear Leo Neil!? Shh, excuse me!

It was a man in a smooth shape who pushed a man in his obese shape.

Would it be a swordsman to see him with a sword on his hips? Not even with Reaper, but he seems pretty strong.

Leonil is followed by one person after another. Looks like the finalists have arrived.

"Ah."

Look at one of them. Phyllia speaks up.

At the end of that gaze was a girl with clear blue hair - Walthemia.

Walthemia bowed to me and Phyllia small and sat down on the couch for a moment.

My heart was beating from the moment I saw Walthemia like that.

The heart insists loudly on its presence, painful so that the chest can be tightened.

... awesome.

- You look the strongest!

I didn't feel that much when I first met her, but on this occasion I feel firm strength taking root in her.

The atmosphere alone seems comparable to that of Reaper.

There were other players who seemed to be strong, but Walthemia is still losing one head.

That Leonil thing doesn't seem strong either, but it doesn't extend to this girl.

"Ah, fight fast............!

I was lucky enough to participate in this tournament.

The final tournament combination seemed to be determined by a scratch, with the MC scratching and the combination decided.

If the MC pulls, the operation can manipulate the combination. Well, if winning is the goal, it's the same with whoever it is, so there's no problem.

"Now for the first game, it's Cholico vs. Beef! You two go to the Colosseum!

We saw through the fifth game, but the level was quite high.

Still, Walthemia is strong with bees.

If appropriate, it will hit the finals. I just want to fight at all costs.

"Game six, it's Phyllia vs. Doffol! You two go to the Colosseum!

Phyllia was called.

"I'll be there," Phyllia said, heading to the venue.

From here on out, we'll be watching the game on camera. Watch the two fight over the camera.

After a minor introduction of the player, a signal is given to start the match.

First Phyllia unleashes flaming magic.

Though the opponent avoided it only in the first place, he gradually lost his escape and took a magical direct hit due to the hunt he had read ahead of Phyllia.

From there, you'll be in Phyllia's private stadium. Flames, water, thunder, wind.

With such a magical series of attacks that his opponent felt sorry for him, Phyllia decided to advance to World War II.

A loud cheer is sent to Phyllia, who signs a V toward the camera.

You beat me to the point where I didn't seem motivated. It's a big deal.

"Game seven, it's Dokho vs. Yuri! You two go to the Colosseum!

It's not like Phyllia.

"I won. Yo!

"Yeah, I was watching."

"You're the one who nailed it to my appearance!

……

"Sikato is hurtful……"

Why, and Phyllia crying.

"Well, I wish I could fight you."

"Eh, I don't like it. I'm scared, Yuri, when you're fighting."

Phyllia suddenly turns to her face and shakes her neck beside the boom. You don't like it that much.

"……… Oh yes."

Break the conversation with Phyllia and stand in the Colosseum.

From here on out, you can see every single audience.

"Yes! So Game Seven will remain a battle between the dirt magic user Dokho and Yuri, the muscle Dharma who passed the qualifying round without using offensive magic!

Ooh, a muscle Dharma caller is a host with eyes inside.

... hey, I'm more focused on them now than that.

"Game seven, start!

I get close to the start and beat him up. The target passed out.

"... shuuuuuuuuuu. What an instant kill! Keep going, Yuri!

Then all matches of the first round are over and we move on to the second.

With healing time for healing wizards every single round, it doesn't seem to be a problem to make every effort in a game.

"Game three, it's Leonil vs. Firia! You two go to the Colosseum!

The second round also proceeded steadily and it was Phyllia's turn.

Watch the fight with camera footage. There were already two people standing in the Colosseum.

"Me, come on - when you see the one with the beautiful face, you want to punch me in the gitta guitar"

"Is that so? But you can't do that. I'm sorry."

Feelia receives Leonil's provocation with a flickering look on her face.

Leonil seems to be mad at me for being ridiculed.... He's got a good talent for messing with people.

"Both scattering sparks before we fought! Magic Sword user Leonil vs. Phyllia, who attracted the audience in a beautiful battle in the qualifying round. Which way will the goddess of victory smile? Game three, let's go!

The MC had an audience and declared the game open.