The Branded Female Fencer

"Your Honor, you'd better step back. Apparently, we're gonna kill each other."

No, but this is a unified martial arts tournament.

"I didn't mean to, but apparently I touched a harp line I shouldn't have touched. Words can no longer be delivered. I don't want to, but they're gonna kill us. It'll either be me beating it down or it'll kill me."

Drew had his hands on the sword. And as Merkleed put up his spear, he asked to roar in a low voice.

"Drew and I are going to have to talk about what we know, okay? My lord - Odin's, the backdrop to his death!

"Oh man, it would no longer make sense to say I don't know anything like that. He's more forthright than you can imagine, you're gonna have to chill your head a little bit."

"Begin!

Mercury's spear flashed along with Ultina's signal bewildering Mercury forward, which unleashed an unexpected kill.

The spear twisted, disappeared, and was swept away in an instant. Drew makes the invisible triple strike lightly. If so, Mercury's six consecutive strikes are rolled out. Drew didn't move his legs, either, but let him snort them on the spot. On the contrary, he took his last blow and fell apart in Mercury.

Place a blow in the balloon on Mercred's shoulder with the sword to return and reposition each other. The audience sprang up on a tremendous offense. Alphilis roars unexpectedly watching the game next to Ray Fan.

"Spears and sticks, I wonder if the difference is so technically close to Orlu"

"Are you so masterful?

"Mercury of blood warfare? Looks like a mercenary with two names isn't Dade. But..."

To Lisa's question, Alphilis honestly praised Mercred's skill, but wondered who was the boy named Drew who seemed to have it on. And Ray fans looked at the game with interest, but naturally hit the Alphilis with doubts.

"Alfi, which do you think will win?

"It 's-- I'm sorry, I can't say anything."

That's a bad tooth cut for you.

Alphilis couldn't argue with Ray Fan's words. That would be so, Alphilis doesn't have the technology to fight each other so high dimensional opponents. With Orlu, you won't win again if you fight from the front. And more than that, neither Mercreed nor Drew seem to be doing all they can yet. This game will depend on what their trump card looks like or whether they can give it all.

Lisa, on the other hand, had the same impression, but in Lisa's case she had another thing to worry about. That young man named Drew, I still feel like I've seen him somewhere.

"(What is it... smell, no, atmosphere? I'm not supposed to know that young man. If you're handsome, you can't go wrong, but he looks unimpressive. That would convince me, but something hooks me up, wouldn't it?

The figure, the sword, everything. I don't see frigid people so far, but if I insist, is it a magician? I use witchcraft and change to inhibit perception. But on the venue, sensors are jammed, too, because neither the magic of perception inhibition nor change should work in the first place. So what's wrong with it?

Lisa also couldn't wipe away the mistrust she was feeling again and watched this game with feelings as she was no longer.

And many powerful warriors had the same impression of these two battles. A battle between two people who should be able to fight more, but who antagonize as if they were restricted by something. Drew is supposed to be taking it sparingly, but he doesn't turn to offense, and Mercreed, of course, doesn't pluck another impression that he doesn't mean anything during a fierce offense.

As such, the audience was enthusiastic, leaving the impression that only the powerful would notice that the game was progressing with Drew's advantage. The Mercred balloon broke just as Drew fought back, and the rest was in half. Drew's balloon, on the other hand, hasn't broken one since the beginning.

It was Dru dominant in the eyes of the audience, but the expression is another Dru that cannot be seen. Drew saw the hourglass installed at Games headquarters, but the time limit is not even one-third consumed. Drew was sighing inside.

"Oh man, the other guy doesn't even feel itchy no matter how much he punches in. He led in scoring, but with a wooden sword, throwing in a decisive dozen won't come true. By contrast, I'm willing to kill over there, and if I hunt it down any more, I might cut the trump card forever.

This one, by contrast, can't cut the trump card, but when it was also unacceptable to lose. Isn't that a challenge? "

Behind Drew's depressing stupidity, Drew's sword was growing. I'm in a hurry with Mercury because it's something that Drew easily follows, even though Mercury knows better and faster.

Continued