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She quickly falls back from Snow Princess, who has shown her departure to intercept a knife running to her abdomen with her knees, to clear the distance once, but she lags behind my speed as she moves away.

Sure, that's the right thing to do, considering the weapon I have, but it's uncomfortable when a luxurious looking girl chooses it.

"- [Binary poking]!

A sharp protrusion of my torso. I slip the first protrusion sideways and the second protrusion with circular motion. And...

"Whoa!

The third poke sweeps through my neck and the red effect pops out a little.

"Oh sorry Nasai, I made a mistake. Snow Princess Uccari, heh."

You're Mr. Chakkari, who makes a mistake and releases a three-step poke. Well, that's common, isn't it? That kind of thing. I get it.

"It's a good thing, you don't have to worry about it."

But you're a pretty good mover. This looks like it could be a little rough.

She swings her sword straight down from the upper section without panic, even if she is slammed. It's a beautiful trajectory as if you'd crack my brain left or right if you didn't do anything.

- We have to do nothing.

Cut off both her wrists with a knife, almost at the same time as receiving a sword that will be swung down with a gun.

"What!?

Keep running her neck straightening knife, but her shoes pop into view along the way. Sophisticated, brilliant spinning kick.

Now if her clothes were skirts, my gaze would have moved downstairs and eaten a brilliant kick to the brain. But what she wears are pants. Even if his gaze is ever taken away by his leg, his gaze never leaves his leg.

I don't know if I can be stepped on this foot for a moment. The evil idea passes through my back of my brain, but the brain in me, Aoi, blows the evil away. The outfit is a witch's outfit, of course. I do not accept objections.

As I dive her kick, I draw two sword flashes on her hips like I'm passing through.

"Come on!"

And put the gun on the back of her head,

"What do we do? Kill some more?

"... no, surrender"

My first commemorative battle is over.

■ □ ■ □ ■

'Come on. Next time, World War II is finally here. It's a battle between Saw and Bag Closure. "

"Soo is a popular player in the first round, Snow Princess - because you're defeating the player. I don't know that booming from the audience will stay earlier. '

Yeah, really. The only salvation is that the curse from the bastards only flies.

'But the personality, anyway, is certain of Soo's skill. In World War I, he showed off his brilliant guns and knives. "

'Right. Saw players are with Gunner, but I'm just wondering how I can get that kind of art.'

"The opposing bag closure - the player is a heavy duty type giant swordsman who even creates a heavy tank atmosphere. It can be said to be the opposite type of Snow Princess athlete. It also contains information that he is one of Snow Princess's fans. '

"Then the bag closure - the player's intentions must be considerable."

I see, so you're staring at me like you're looking at that parent's revenge.

'I don't think the attraction of this game is how Saw, the gunner of the hands-on battle, will deal with that heavy armor'

Sure looks strong. If I were to aim, I guess an unarmed neck or face. No, wait, this is a corner, and you might want to try the bullet Mr. Smith gave you. Then it could also be publicity... Okay, let's do that.

'I see, Ceceli, thank you. So, WWII, here we go!

"Reload [Full Armor Ammo PT-04]"

While the voice announcing the start of the match still sounds, I reload the bullet Mr. Smith gave me and release four shots into the other player's heart. Not to be dodged like in the first round, the other side of Big Thief III. Much silver gunman. With a quick shot in the face.

"... Huh?

The opponent unexpectedly points his eyes and squeals. It's a face I still don't understand what happened. Should I tell you? Proud armor - it sounds cheap from the sound - is pierced.

But the bullets in this world aren't set as fine as they are in real life. I can't believe you're going to shoot a full armor bullet with a pistol. I guess it's unique to the virtual world.

"Hey, wait -"

I won't wait. Now I usually put it back in the bullet and a bag full of gaps. Something shoots eight in your face. Face-changed bag to red mosaic-treated flesh pieces. How dare you lick the floor as it is and the game is over.

"... and the game is over. Oh! What are you shooting at now?

'No, this is... are you serious? I can't believe Gunner has that kind of penetrating shooting. Is that Arts, too?

Hey, commentary, the vegetables are coming out. Well, better than that, you still have a challenge with that bullet. Penetration is good, but damage to the body is usually weaker than expected. The usage is likely to be quite limited for monsters. Depending on the cost of production, I'd like to have a certain number at all times, but well, do you want to go talk to Mr. Smith sometime?

In the next three fights, the opponent guarded his face with a shield before he was alerted to instant kills from his first hand or signaled to start. The referee says it's good because it's not Arts. The overall awesomeness is already great.

I'm just a little mucky, so I reload the [Explosive PT-02] that Mr. Smith gave me when the game starts and shoot it into both knees of the opponent running this way. Both knees flashly smashed the red effect and the opponent fell on the spot.

Obviously, you're more powerful than a bullet. For what it takes to destroy tissue in the body without penetration, it also looks cruel.

Uh-huh... strong guns, huh? Or is this because of the bullet? Let's find out later what the gunner is positioned within this game. I was thinking about that as I got up and shot a bullet in the other player's face that was going to come this way. If you say so, you've stopped him. Are we all tired of this?

WW4. I unleashed [Flare PT-01] from Mr. Smith into the opponent's mouth. Then the opponent sputtered smoke like a steam locomotive momentously out of his mouth and nose, illuminating high beams from his eyes and no longer in the game. Giving up a near-choking opponent meant the game was my win, but let's not use that bullet anymore in a people-to-people match. In many ways, that's terrible.

The Fifth World War was my undefeated battle. They say it's abdominal pain. What's with the abdominal pain in this game?

The semifinals were my undefeated too. They say it's because it's my grandmother's third taboo. Why did you enter?

I was afraid of the finals, but my worries ended. The finalists were the winning candidates for this event, and they looked at me and gave me a sharp glance. We have to.

"Come on. The book event is finally last. The final was a match between Saw and Dingo. Overwhelming shooting arts and skills make your opponent look like a sow player and dingo players who can flexibly change the way they fight by their opponents. Mr Ceceli, Zubali, what are the attractions of this match '

'That's right. I'm really amazed at the number of variations in Saw's shooting, but that also showed me the melee technique that overwhelms even Swordsman Snow Princess in the first round. I think he's quite a gap free player in distance.

But it's the different kinds of Dingo players against, but they're players who specialize in the same way of fighting. I think the abundance of bills you have will be decisive by saying that this is a showdown between the same type of players'

They say it's a similar type. I think it's true. The opponent was a magical swordsman man considered a rare position, specializing in melee warfare with magically enhanced swords and mid-range warfare with offensive magic. If we're going to raise where we don't have each other, did I just say that I excel in fast-tracking and my opponents are superior in defense?

His left arm is small but bracketed with a shield, which I would also be able to prevent if it were about my normal bounce. Then I wish I could use a full armor bullet, but that doesn't mean I can afford too many. I could already verify that problem and where I used it in action, and I wouldn't have to check its performance here any more.

'I see, thank you. Now, cry or laugh, it's the last battle, the final, and the start!

Shortly after the game starts, me and my opponent strike at about the same time. I fire fast shots, and my opponents fire fireballs about 50 centimeters in diameter.

The bullet I fired was the one that landed first, but he hid the steeple with a shield bracketed in his left arm early in the start and didn't even get to the point of significant damage. I get made medium as it is too, so I immediately dodge the fireball and turn to offense.

But even as the opponent showers the bullet into his body, only the steeple is well protected, and he rushes in this way. Judging by its defensive skills and reduced HP, he's probably using some sort of arts to harden his whole body with projectile resistant protective equipment, or even some kind of supportive magic. He succeeds in putting me in between swords without losing 20% of his HP gauge.

"- Lightning Blade!"

A flash by a lightning wrapped sword. But it's slower than Snow Princess's sword. I did that backstep at my leisure, but right after that, weird noise runs through my body.

"-!?

He shows me a flash of space, and he immediately sets up a chase with a thunder sword.

That sucks, we're still adjusting here, but you want to go with that? No, but Shinji tells me not to do it too much in public. Mm-hmm. Okay!

I kick the ground further back with a leg without any power, but I get a blow without escaping the range of my sword.

"Whoa, Soo, it's the first time I've been properly attacked in this tournament"

'All right, that's good, Dingo! Go. Yeah!'

Damn it, tell me you were ready to eat it. I knew this awesome feeling. The audience is cheering on him like they breathed back. But I was already paralyzed. Now it's our turn.

"- Rockhorn!

"Whoa!?

I accidentally voiced pity, but I want to say this out loud that I have no choice. There's a pointed rock coming out of the ground. That's going straight up between my legs, too. A man is a trembling sight for everyone. I rush to distance myself from the rock and him.

If you hadn't been paralyzed, you'd have skewered from your butthole to your brain. What a dangerous person. We need to process this early. How to dispose of it? It would be a kill.

Run with your gun to your opponent's nose with all your might. That thunder sword is troublesome, but you should be able to see that there are no streaks due to recast time. Then melee is easier to do.

You can probably push it if you use your manoeuvre even at medium range, but I'm sorry they use magic like they do now. Above all, I can't give him back the freezing fear I felt at mid-range. I need him to taste plenty... enough to stain his bones.

"Ho, are you coming in melee? Nice work!

You thought it was easier to do this than a gun, even if you were alert to my proximity abilities, and he intercepts me in a sitting position.

"Flash!"

Electrophorese fire blade extraction technique. That's probably what he wanted out. But the moment his sword is pulled out of his sheath, I shoot and push back the part of the sword pattern with my gun, and then I play his fingers too.

As a result, his abode ends with nothing but a flash of his own hand on the side to leave his sword in the sheath.

"-"

I guess I haven't been able to recognize exactly what I've been done yet. Despite having me at the end of my eyes and nose, I have a pocan look on my face.

I keep approaching and turning and holding his hand on my back. I think I made it a little hard and somewhere rang cockroaches and boggles, but, well, it's a virtual world, and that's good.

"Exactly - oh!?

Turn your face over here and force heaven to look into his mouth, desperately trying to sue him for something, sticking the muzzle straight in.

"Well, it looks like you were applying my gun control, but how about in your mouth? I think if you were tougher than that beast, you could stand it."

"Ya hehe! Yahehe, hehe!

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I don't beg for my life, if I'm gonna do it, you're gonna tell me to do it all at once, right?

"Ho, ho, ho!

As I pulled the trigger his body cramped with bicumbicum and only the same number of times I pulled the trigger, a bullet mark was carved on the floor in the center of his legs.