Riot Grasper

Uhhhhhhh!

If I go to help the princess freshen up in a crisis of absolute destiny, I want someone to tell me what to do when the words of labor were 'you're upset'.

Can I count as an Enemy?

No. Calm down, me.

You knew they hated you. You shouldn't imitate waving your sword down on someone you helped because you don't have a word of thanks.

... kidding aside, why have I acted like this? I can't believe I'm helping someone I caught myself this time... there's more to it than a contradiction. Though I cut myself off to Berga with a great deal of majesty, I am filled with the desire to question myself over a small hour.

"Fine. That saves me a lot of trouble too. I'm not interested in crappy games or anything. Let me scratch that life until it burns out!

Ah, this guy is willing to kill me.

Let's hit each other with disregard for the rules. You're making a targeted statement. Well, maybe if you think about what I did.

But...... I'm wondering if the intrusion will take a stop from the hosting side, but the place boils,

"Do it!

"Keep it up."

"Make it boggle!

voices from excited audiences, for example.

- So much so that the bell sounded announcing the start of the match between me and Berga. Apparently, they decided it would be more interesting to let it continue like this. I'll carry the ray I was holding to the edge of the venue and slowly lower it down for you.

Her face, losing her mind, is flatteringly cute, I'm glad to say. It would be horrible if I told myself that not many women deserve the word so much, even though it would be cute if I kept quiet...

It freaks me out.

... I'm not a pervert, by the way.

I am trembling because I am feeling a little elevated.

The reason for this is - Berga.

No, I repeat, I'm not a pervert.

Looking back, I put the person I was going to fight in my sight.

Purple eyes look at this one, and he is royal enough to rush him to hurry. Gentlemen where you wait, but I guess you're confident you'll beat me without simply being a cowardly imitator.

Berga's outfit is lightweight, and when it comes to protective equipment, it's about a breastplate made of some kind of scales. He doesn't seem to carry any weapons either, so the impression is he's a militant.

The forged flesh is so supple that it doesn't make you feel old - and even though you don't remember the other person being a jerk, you never do.

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Name: Berga Rembrandt

Race: Dragonut

Age: 40

Occupation: Guard

Skills

- The Outer Shell of the Ancient Dragon (Dragon's Crust) LV3 (72/150)

- Body surgery LV3 (110/150)

-Fire Magic LV2 (45/50)

- Vital enhancement LV3 (87/150)

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- Dragonut.

When I was reincarnated into this world, I wanted to be reborn, if possible. A rare species blessed with tough flesh and also magical nourishment. This is the first time I've actually seen it, but the appearance doesn't seem very different from that of a human.

I can't help but get a little excited in front of the species I admire.

Moreover, there is even what seems obviously rare skills in your possession.

"Dragon's Outer Shell (Dragon's Crust)" - DragonNewt specific skill. A high hardness outer shell gives the holder dragon protection. Excellent on both sides of the offense and, in extreme cases, becomes a weapon of interpersonal destruction.

Weapons of destruction... I'm kind of scared of explanations. I guess that means your body gets stiffer and effective in attack and defense.

I'm super proud of that.

I would like to say that my flesh is the most powerful weapon of all.

"... what are you looking at?

Belga stood guarded and vomited her questionable words at me, worried that I was watching her cancer to lick her body around.

"No, it's the first time I've met someone from Dragoneut."

"... why, okay?

Ah... right?

The Bandit's Eye (Liot Eyes) will tell me, but it may have been a silence.

"Fair enough. I'm not going to hide anything. Besides, even if I knew there was an absolute racial difference between me and you, would you still be willing to compete?

"Well, this is my job, too."

"Ho."

Berga wasn't hiding her frustration, but she just smiled a little at my response.

Plus, I'm not fond of rough stuff, but I'm also a little tempted to purely compete with Dragoneworth.

How far do you go with the skills you've built up so far?

Recently I became obsessed with strengthening Luke the Rider, and I hadn't taken my share from the demons, but every night my own sword workouts came.

I am well aware that such things do not contribute to skill proficiency.

This is like sorting out feelings in me.

Seeing Rim mourn his powerlessness, I was struck by backward emotions.

Taking skills away from demons is not without danger. It's not like I haven't tried anything. I wouldn't hesitate to take my skills away from others if I ever needed to.

Still... I thought I'd sharpen my skills myself just a little bit.

I'll show you my sword moves, which may have only grown a little.

"Besides, if I say I'm going to decline the battle... will you miss it for the most part?

I slide the love sword "The Red Vein Lurking in the Black (Noir Melt Rouge)" out of my sheath and take a fighting stance.

What an answer. Interestingly distorted his face, Berga sinked his hips and minimized his body's braces by lowering his center of gravity, resulting in a forward leaning position.

"I'm sorry. The question just now was -... None!!"

Deep green hair painted a bright trajectory in a straight line, instantly eating the distance from this one.

is,... do it!?

You didn't mean it in your fight with Ray, you're moving even faster than you were watching earlier. One more breath allowed his opponent to approach his nostalgia so close.

I don't even think I need help. I did everything I could to stop my opponent from stepping forward.

Even though the purpose was restraint, Berga pushes his forearm forward to relate directly to the sword. A sword strike that would have cut off beautifully if the arm of an ordinary man had been killed by a heavy impact.

Is this... the "Dragon's Crust"? That's hard.

The feeling of slashing on an iron column conveys the palm. Their arms and swords crossed and their gaze overlapped with each other.

Berga has an invincible grin, but it's whimsical. My sword isn't even Namakura. A delicacy created by Mr. Zig based on precious materials. Even dragon scales that are stronger than steel are famous swords that I wish they were chopped and ripped like butter.

A sword is eating into Berga's arms, albeit slightly. If we keep pushing it in...

"- Kick!!"

The anterior kick, rolled out with voices that force forced labor on the auditory nerve, is the orbit that relentlessly pokes up this jaw. Though I avoided it by twisting my body, it was sharp that my neck would have lifted if it had hit me properly. The skin of the plucked cheeks is accompanied by a burning sensation of heat, which conveys the lukewarm muscles of the neck.

... it's a joke power.

If you're injured like a plunder wound, you'll be able to heal quickly by strengthening your vitality.

"Broken!!"

A fist rolled out continues approaching my belly. He pulled out the sword he was immediately feeding into his opponent's arms and stuck his cut to the front. A vicious blow, like destroying all the organs that fit in my abdomen, makes me feel more scared than a blade for me to face when it comes to bare hands.

A bumped sword and fist antagonized each other, for a few moments.

The wound on the target's arm is also blocked as he looks at it.

- Is it the same over there with enhanced vitality? Besides, the opponent has a higher LV. You have to be more powerful to give it a decisive hit.

For now, the opponent's possession skills saw nothing but fire magic. I'm tempted to take it away during the game, but can't you say so when your life is in danger?

- I'll do it.

I pulled myself one step to break the antagonism and drew Berga here. A slight alarm seemed to have arisen that the luxurious human did not even think he had mastery of physical surgery. He fed his defenseless body a full knee kick. Apply force to the fingertips of the left leg, which is the axial foot, and flush the recoil generated by the kick to the ground.

(That's hard...)

Not only does it harden your fists and arms, but your whole body seems to benefit from your skills. My knee is protected by misthrilled parts, but without this, this one bone that released the kick could have been broken.

Still succeeded in retreating the opponent a little. Take a deep breath only once as you return the kicked up leg to the ground, and instantly refine the magical image in your brain.

It circulates the atmosphere and the wind. Show my enemies one scale of that great power - "Wind Blade Random (Wind Thrasher)!!"

The whirlpool of wind that has occurred around Berga is magic about chopping up an object trapped inside with a wind blade, but it seems to have not achieved much effect. Is the protection of dragons effective against magic?

But only now is magic the object of blindness. It could be said that it was useful in that sense.

"This isn't even gonna stop us."

From the center of the vortex, the dragon man who comes out of his body all the time - Dragon Newt.

Then... show it to me too!

Ice cubes that will never melt in Hellfire. Become the bullet that dwells in my weapon and defeats the enemy.

A grain of ice begins to float on the surface of the pitch-black sword, conveying a calm, full-bodied cold air to the palm holding it. The image seems to be well embodied that if this sword had slashed me, I wish my whole body of blood would have frozen in an instant.

With a chilled sword on the lower level, I move my weight to my toes. He aided his body with wind magic at the same time as allowing it to bounce forward, increasing its speed even further.

- If I say so, this is a full thrust.

Shoot the ice blade even at high speed and pierce the enemy.

This is - Polar Ice Vacuum Bullet (Isicle Caliber)!

My throat just screams out in my heart and runs into Berga.

The opponent saw my moves and feared nothing... and kept Jen royal. Red flames are beginning to shake in both fists. Are you thinking of intercepting with fire magic...?

But - this one is faster.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

As soon as the tip of the sword protruding with the temper tried to reach Berga, massive amounts of steam were scattered around it along with the sound of air coming out of the giant balloon.

My vision was blocked for a moment, and I immediately understand what happened.

Pushing or pulling the sword does not move. That should be it, too. This sword was stopped from being caught between Berga's fists. The flames have also prevented freezing.

Hey, um...

I was thinking about freezing my opponent. My spine got colder.

"Wu... Ghu"

But they didn't seem completely cut off. If you look closely, the cut tip is slightly pierced into Berga's abdomen.

It sounds fine like stepping on thin ice and freezing the wound.

The first time he showed the emotion of impatience, the opponent pulled out the sword he was stabbing quickly and jumped backwards.

"Heh, heh. Funny. I thought you weren't weak, but I didn't think a human child could fight this far."

Make a statement that seems like you can afford a lot. In retrospect of the offense so far, it seems more advantageous to me.

The opponent's fire magic was also successfully viewed, so I was able to activate the Bandit's Spirit (Liot Glass Parlor) on all of the opponent's possession skills. Make sure you feel your hands, make a light fist grip, and try to be calm not to be rushed by appetite.

"It's been a long time... it's been in this form"

Huh...?

Wait a minute. What? Form?

I don't think so.

"I didn't mean to kill you, but just when this happens... I don't know"

Having spoken noisy words, Berga raised her voice in such a way that even my eardrums, apart, vibrated vibrating intensely.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

At the same time, something like scales appear on the body surface of Berga to cover the body. Scales similar to emerald are the same color as Berga's hair. Including the sharp nails on the corners and fingertips that appeared on the head, and even the tail...... closer to the dragon itself than to the dragon man. The purple blue eyes are pointed at us with a strong will, unchanged.

It can still be said that it is barely human because it is bipedal.

Is this the real ability of the Dragon's Outer Shell?

Yabe.

This sucks.

…………

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You look great!

It's not, it's a pain in the ass.

Probably improving my abilities, and my Bandit Spirit (Liot Glass Parlor) needs to touch them directly. If that dragon form is an outer shell, is it like pseudo-armor? Take it down normally. Take away your skills, you'll have to peel off your outer shell first.

You look really hard...

Unlike earlier, when I try to create a clenching fist slightly stronger, my finger joints play a creepy sound to stimulate my willingness to fight.

Round two - here we go.