Rio reappears "Call Brand" with one hand.
Seeing you fight with one left hand, some of the unimmunized spectators start screaming, "Stop it."
I hear you begging me not to attack anymore.
That's right, look at this painful figure, and no one wants you to go on.
Of course, there are voices accusing me of attacking even more in this state.
However, Rio doesn't listen to any of that noise and looks to me alone.
"Shall we continue, Gilford?"
I'm not the man with the cold eyes who always has plenty of room.
The eyes were overflowing with sparkling hot things.
This is the true figure of the magician who exposed the bottom of his abdomen and pursued his power.
He's one of us.
I have no wonder and no laughter.
I felt sympathetic.
It doesn't matter what they say. There's no way it's gonna end like this!
"I can't stop like this, Riol!" But I don't know if I regret it!
Rio also smiled.
"Do you regret it?" There is no more stimulus. Now I can evolve even further.
The audience watched over Riol, full of willingness to fight.
He who loses one hand, but still challenges with the madness of death, and laughs and keeps fighting.
Nothing can be stopped anymore.
Riol lifts up the boldness and cuts into me.
Never before in Rio's life have you fought with a body part missing. The right arm, which has already become an obstacle, weighs heavily and is clearly out of balance in the body. Besides, I've lost a lot of blood. I can't stand flat just because I took first aid with a green knife. In addition, the Seventh Sword "Call Brand" should consume a lot of magic with its activation itself.
In other words, there is no way we can move in perfect condition - but Riol's movements have remained almost the same as before.
Amazing mental power.
Literally, only pride as a magician and obsession with the struggle drives Riol in a full-blown creativity.
I've decided not to hesitate to show Riol how serious I am.
I'm sure the audience will get a lot of bashing, but it doesn't matter anymore.
This is a fight between me and Rio.
I use Thunderbolt to control the Grimm's movements.
Riol cleverly raises his left arm and wraps my thunder around it with his sword.
But for just a moment... the moment Rio used his sword for his defense. Too much time for me.
Grab Riol's hand as he hoisted my Thunderbolt back with the "Call Brand".
Beep, the magic response bursts.
― ― And then ― ― ― ― ― I will activate my magic spell again.
"" Break ""
The same scene is repeated as before.
The audience screams and the blood sprays from Grimm's left arm.
The "Call Brand" in his hand crushed to pieces and fell to the ground.
I let go of the hand I was touching, and I waved my hand back to wipe the blood.
Riol drooped his arms and stopped moving with a distressing expression.
The pain must be getting worse.
But there was a smile on his face.
Riol opens his mouth as he says something, but falls over without any force.
The bleeding from your left arm is gradually dyeing the ground red.
I slowly look down at the grim lying on the ground.
"Rio." You're a great guy. "
I sit next to Riol and look at his arm.
Both arms are completely messy. The screws are bent and the bones are completely gone.
But was it protected by some sort of magic? Maybe the Seventh Sword has a defensive or curative effect. The damage was reduced slightly and the arm did not appear to have been completely destroyed.
There is still hope for this.
When I touch Riol's left arm, I cast healing magic.
The momentum of the blood that had erupted just now is seemingly diminishing.
The tingling and fingertips move.
While lying face down, Riol still seems a little conscious.
"Are you okay?
"Hah hah hah... That's... that's right. My sacred sword was slashed and stabbed, and even my armor was destroyed.
"Hey, stop talking. Are you sure you want to cum?
"I'm in the best mood right now!" This is what I wanted... a fight! There is no regret... "
That's how Rio fainted with a smile.
The look on his face doesn't seem to me like a rattled person.
At all, I feel like I'm just having fun. Can't you hear this sigh?
The audience panicked with screams similar to screams.
At that time, the healing magician Ashley rushed in a hurry.
"Get out of my way, Mr. Gilford! Oh my god, both arms don't mess up to your elbows!!"
"Mr. Ashley! Will it heal? It's gonna be okay, right?
"Who do you think I am! You stopped the bleeding sooner than that. Is this you?
Ashley looks up at me in surprise.
Well, the left arm...
"Well..." Anyway, I'll take it to the treatment room once, I can't wait for the stretcher. You too!!
As I was told, holding Riol's shoulder will leave the venue with Ashley.
There was strange air in the audience seat that was so lively, and the atmosphere was no longer about winning or losing.
The host is watching us in a stunned manner.
When I left the venue, the host told me of my victory in the back, but there was no cheering.
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When I brought Riol to the infirmary, I was kicked out of my room for being of service.
Ashley said her arm would take time, but it would heal.
First of all, I'm relieved about that.
The finals are over.
It's a different way of ending than I imagined, but...
I'm sure Rio wanted to fight with all his might.
Honestly, it wasn't too far to pull my full weight out, but still, I was going to take Riol as seriously as I could.
After all, I ended up using a little peculiar magic, but Rio didn't say the distance between me and Rio was accurate, but I would have measured it to some extent. It should have been an unprecedented harvest for Rio.
However, the air in the venue at the time of the exit... and from the cold gaze that I was exposed to, it seems that many audiences understand it. Spectators who rode magic might have thought I was some kind of outdoor way around Riol. Riol, who lost one arm, was chased even further. Totally villain, absolutely.
Until the semi-finals, I had a good match with my opponent, and the gap must be vigorously visible.
- But this game is enough if we know each other.
A magician who seeks strength is a path for everyone. That's right, Riol.