Riot Grasper

- That's what I thought.

Even after my swordsmanship LV went up to 2, the proficiency of the swordsmanship LV1 that I robbed from Smogob accumulated only numerically.

Mr. Arnold's swordsmanship skills are LV2 (20/50) - the total proficiency accumulated in conjunction with LV1's (10/10) is 30.

... That went well.

The power of swordsmanship LV3 - let me try it. Ugh.

Grasp the song knife with both fists and place it in the front eye.

I no longer have any skills to steal from this opponent, so I don't need to leave one hand free.

In the first place, this sword seems to be for both hands.

There will be 1m just for the full body and 1m 20 if the pattern fits.

Body wounds have recovered considerably.

However, vitality enhancement is a gratifying skill, but it does not seem to recover as fast as the earlier Blood Aug.

Is the original natural healing power to be enhanced superior to that of me in man?

Well, nothing's challenging this guy to a pussy beating battle, so no problem.

... The point is, we don't have to be attacked.

"Huh!"

Spit out as little air as you need to build up in your lungs, filling in the intermission.

The opponent ran straight out looking at this one without being frightened.

I don't want to involve everyone in the rear.

First, to stop the opponent from moving, he releases a series of strikes by a crooked knife in an attempt to cut the meat around his thigh.

Two shots into the armor of muscles that have been swelled up by increased Talent.

"Gwah."

The slaughter, released twice into a position with no different dimensions, breaks a strong meat wall and deeply breaks the muscles.

I don't know... the sword... tames me as if I had extended my hand.

More forcefully...

More precisely...

And faster...

To the opponent - knock it in.

As if spreading anger emotions, the fierce blow of the stick the enemy wields.

A vortex of violence that crushes all who stand in front.

If it's just about power, I won't be any match for this guy.

But... I don't feel like losing.

Focusing on the Blood Auga, he stepped into the range of attack in which the stick swung like a true circle.

Instead of challenging the vector of force directly from the front, it diverts all of the opponent's attacks diagonally.

A blow that plunders your ears, the ground right next to you, is ravaged by soot and smoke.

After all, the weight of each blow is over there.

But the trick is...

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...?

A giant stick rolls down with a dull sound to the ground.

The opponent, who couldn't understand exactly what had happened to him, lifted him to make sure of his right fist, which was holding the stick.

Five fingers that should be there.

- But not now.

"Where are you looking? - With the stick that's falling there... you're rolling."

Slight stiffness of the enemy.

In the meantime, it pumps oxygen into the body that was operating apnea.

A few moments of silence pass, and once again a lowly roar of intimidation fills the field.

What's in your voice is anger... and just a little fear in it?

Exactly doesn't seem to expect fingers to grow in an instant, and the opponent rambles around by wielding his right arm in a disastrous manner.

The attack was unusual and not otherwise threatening.

But I wouldn't miss the act of picking up a stick with my left arm while I'm doing that.

Pack the distance by jumping low to the point where you can gently float your feet with your sword in the upper stages while slamming your right arm into orbit.

Released a relentlessly chopped hard blow from a large, shaken upper position to the wrist of his left arm trying to pick up his weapon.

One blow is no match to say no, but upwards the left fist holding the sword pattern from the swinging position - restating the sword blade in reverse.

"Shh!

Cut back from the top cut, from the bottom without a comma second and free.

The wrist of the opponent, which was chewed up in the same spot with the jaw of the sword, was severed to half.

This would make it impossible to hold the stick for a while.

but it can't end here.

A further step forward, once again adding the last blow from the upper section, completely breaks the wrist.

"Guiowwwwww!"

Secret moves - Hundred Flowers (Hand Red Breaker)

I don't like it in my brain, for example.

At best, "Three Steps Slash" is a good place.

Well, this would have drastically reduced the opponent's attack power.

Anyway, I can only wiggle my arms.

A blood-aug that sounds bitter, but still doesn't look like he's losing his temper of war.

... You can't give me bad time, you know.

- You decide to fight all at once!

Jump into the opponent's nose and aim for the opposite leg of the one who tore it off with the first shot.

This led to giants kneeling on both sides to the ground, which made it difficult to support their weight.

Slipping through the orbit of the swinging arms, the last one to aim is still the head.

Now... we're done!

A swing all over you. The flashing sword, drawn horizontally from the middle, puts Brad Auga's neck...

- Moment after moment, it did seem like a ghost distorted his mouth...

A tall sound that rubs hard metal against each other.

My attack was played by a black discolored corner.

Attacks concentrating on all nerves are prevented, and the shock transmitted to the pattern almost unintentionally removes the sword.

- Whoa! My hands are shivy...

The enemy didn't miss the gap and waved his arms down to me momentarily defenseless in the air.

Avoiding is invincible, and having eaten properly, I raise dust to the ground and collide.

Severe pain running all over the body.

The roar of demons, similar to laughter, as if to raise a victory, annoys my ears.

Blood Auga, moreover, folds once, twice, and three times with legs that have not yet healed - and many times to step on them.

An angry attack is repeated over and over again.

... this would have left the trampled object in a tragic state.

As the earthly smoke dances, Brad Auga slowly lifts his legs to see if the thing he was stepping on was out of breath.

"- You, you're not laughing like an asshole even though you're still in battle. And even for a moment, I can't take my eyes off the target. I just amputated your left wrist... how pathetic is that?

"G...... wo...?

Seeing the shadow on his shoulder, Brad Auga distorted his face to a stunned look.

You look like that, you can't stop a sword you've wielded anymore.

"- What's up...? Laugh, Auga."

A definite hands-on response - the battle ended there.

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Jumping off the falling Brad Auga shoulder, I rush right under everyone.

The female adventurer, who had taken refuge in the rear, also came running over with thanks when he saw the battle was over.

I want to get everyone out of the woods as soon as possible.

The rim has no noticeable trauma.

Sounds slightly painful with recoil that tormented the body, but will wake up in a while.

Mr. Arnold is the one who needs treatment.

"I'll take care of it myself...... Mr. Arnold seems to be the worst hit, so look over there"

Even if they tell you to look at it, it's not going to be that big of a deal.

"Excuse me... Sage, will you take the cure out of the leather bag?

Is it incompetent with one hand, or fishes in a leather bag as requested by Mr. Arnold, whose arm is broken? The rough breath slows down gradually as I take out the cure that was inside and let him take it.

This cure is identical to the one I bought in the city of Melbail, and it's not cheap but it's not that expensive.

It's effective for some injuries, but it's not universal enough for a fracture to heal instantly.

It is also the same type of medicine that Mr. Bace uses to take care of himself.

The bleeding from my legs hasn't stopped either, so I took the change out of my luggage, tore my sleeve and replaced it with a bandage. Prior to winding, stain another treatment and tie it tightly so that it hits the affected area directly.

Because Ms Siena said it would be more effective to apply to trauma than to drink it.

If you have broken arms, a female adventurer was giving you first aid by escorting branches.

Incidentally, there seems to be an expensive cure for instant healing of any wound, but I've never seen it happen.

- For one thing, everyone, there doesn't seem to be any danger to their lives.

After finishing our assignment, we're going back through the woods to Pasquam.

Yeah, he said it, but we would all have to apologize again to Mr. Bato.

"Mr. Sage. Because of this, you should strip off the corners of the Blood Aug. Because it's quite expensive material."

Oh, I forgot.

"They're both yours."

We all took down the first one... Mr. Arnold is snorting at it too, so let's be honest here.

- Hard!

I managed to cut a red corner from one of them, but if I discolored them black, they would be stiff and I couldn't peel them off. Is the material reinforced with rare skills still rare?

But when this happens, I want it.

Ah, here comes Peen.

If you can't cut the corners... you just have to crush them other than the corners.

Return the sword to the sheath and walk over to the stick Totetote and Brad Auga were wielding.

"Humph!

Often this kind of heavy stuff... doesn't fit my size... but I would be able to swing it down.

"Shh, shh, shh"

towards the head rolling on the ground, doing everything in its power - … hereinafter gr. Attention

- Well, I recovered the corners safely, and let's go back.

Mr. Bace seems to be able to walk on his own already, although he is slightly paralyzed, and the fainting rim has a female adventurer carrying him on his back, and I walk away in the woods by lending Mr. Arnold a shoulder.

Along the way, Mr. Arnold voiced his doubts in such a small voice that he could only hear me.

"The last battle with Blood Aug...... I felt Sage was moving extraordinarily better, but what does that have to do with what he said he was going to try something?

Oh, did I say that?

Ahhh... I think I've spoken of something like that.

Nevertheless, I certainly don't intend to talk about my skills.

I don't care who he is. I'm not imitating anything outrageous like stealing and stealing skills, but it wouldn't be a matter of telling others lightly.

I never think Mr. Arnold's mouth is light, etc., but I don't feel the need to bother teaching from myself.

"I also understand that those who fix martial arts grow big by grabbing the cuts..."

Is that possibly referring to when you cross the wall?

Because you're right, but the way you do it is a little bit.

Yes... my arm is broken and I'm unlikely to be able to wield my sword right now, but I should return my swordsmanship skills to Mr. Arnold without any suspicion.

Was the return of skills optional?

On the first attempt, focus your consciousness, albeit slightly nervous.

Hmm? That. Nothing's gonna happen to you, okay?

Come on, I guess it's not non-refundable or anything.

No, wait, don't rush.

Yeah, you need to touch it with your hand when you steal it, so it's the same when you give it back... or something?

Just now that I'm lending my shoulder, I can touch it with my hands without becoming unnatural.

Yeah...... apparently it's going to work.

Focusing your consciousness runs the odd feeling that something warm in your body moves slowly.

As for the image - it looks like clay.

From the total amount you have, it's like chopping and moving the amount Mr. Arnold had in his possession.

... but should I retain my swordsmanship skills until I get to Pascum safely?

In case something like Blood Aug comes back again, it's not funny.

I can pull in what I was about to return for the first time.

But I'm planning on returning it, so I'm going back to sword LV2 again.

You shouldn't say "over the wall, eh" lightly.

Therefore, to Mr. Arnold's inquiry...

"I just don't want everyone to die then... it's the idiotic power of the fire. He said he wanted to give it a try, which probably meant how far I could go alone."

"Hmm..."

"- As far as I'm concerned, I'm intrigued by Mr. Sage, who showered Blood Auga's blood together but wasn't affected in any way. I'm also concerned about the anomaly that happened to the body of the second Brad Auga."

"- Ugh."

Suddenly he leans back against Mr. Bace, who has spoken to him to whisper in his ear.

"... I don't even know about the Brad Auga anomaly, do I? That's how I feel about paralysis poison, I am."

"I see. Even though you were still young, were you also given any special training? For having been attacked several times..."

... Yep, with a beetle.

I can't say.

What do we do about vitality enhancement...

"I was the first to ask you a question, but I'm not impressed with you putting your life in trouble, Examiner."

"Right. Let's leave this alone for the intriguing questions. Even if..."

I'm not wearing glasses right now because they are broken, but Mr. Bace leaks a voice after a trick that pushes him up with his finger to see if that's a habit.

"- Destroying Blood Auga alone is. Siena would be just as surprised if she said it was promising."

Oh...... I might want to take a look at that face.

- This is how we arrived safely at the port town of Pascum.