The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Eat it. Hey, hey, hey."

The fistfighter, who filled the distance only with the first must-win, growled (cheeks) and slammed the blade part obliquely from the state where he pulled the circle lunar ring gripped into his right palm around his left shoulder.

Against the slaughter with centrifugal force, the twin swordsmen of the Little Ghost clan received it in two short swords that were calmly crossed, while at the same time causing the purple electricity that had been refined in the body to wrap around the blade in advance.

"Gigga!? (Stupid!?

Contrary to his own anticipation of trying to vomit words of contempt, the opponent slips and swings through a circular blade that interacts with his sword body without electric shock, even twisting his hips and pursuing him with a circular lunar ring on the other side.

"Blame me!

"Kuh."

Immediately, the sword, which also defended the blade of the next blow, flew away, temporarily taking some distance before throwing a frivolous gaze at the opposing fistfighter.

Rinaldo, with a floating attitude, decides that he doesn't mind spreading a story or removing a piece of paper from his nostrils.

"I saw your game and I knew I couldn't cut it properly... it's a thunderbolt deactivation scroll, the effect has gone as high as a fool since I was in a string"

"Aras...... (I see...)"

I perceive that no matter what, measures are being taken, and let the purple electricity housed in the double sword be scattered, then the ghost modoki laughs invincibly that pure sword moves are enough.

"Zestra."

The sword that flew out of the ground like this aimed at the foot of the opponent, swinging the short iron sword of his left hand through the momentum.

"Ugh."

Though the fistfighter who seeped through some haste leaps away and smites, he chases him up without putting in his hair and cuts up the short iron sword on his right hand.

"Shaaaa! (shaaaa!)"

"Grr."

The reflexively protruding circle moon ring on the left also prevented the second blow, but the serial attack of the little ghost with the Kensei alias does not stop, pushing the already pulled right hand score back into the flank.

"Chip."

Shortly after the tongue-beaten opponent turned the spike sideways in the circle lunar ring on the right, both sides rolled out a knee kick aiming at the dovetail.

"Guh."

"Gube."

Similar groans are raised lower, jumping away from each other from overapproaching each other.

As a result, where some distance has arisen, the fistfighter swings through his left arm and tries to disfigure himself with a thrown circle of moons...

"GIWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

In response to the sword seen here (here) as a battlefield, he threw a short-iron sword with his right hand at his disposal. A slightly diagonally rotated sword body plays a circle lunar wheel due to the difference in mass and is sucked into the surface-eaten Rinaldo.

"Huh!?

Even as he panicked at the attack that impelled the void, the double-swordsman of the flesh-compelled little ghost clan fires a targeted spike, multiplied by the gap where the fistfighter slammed off the flying object with the circle moon ring remaining.

"Sih."

"but ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

If a bladeless short-iron sword wore his abdomen over a light outfit and a fistfighter with a broken rib bent obliquely to the rear kneeling (kneeling), a great praise (cool) poured out of the audience.

"Sate, hand slippery Laserka......"

When the other person's words are spoken in return for fun, and the scoffed sword walks over, the other person turns pale with one hand open and protrudes.

"Wait, I'm surrendering!

"Giu, rezesgisella."

In a ringing cheer, defeated boxer Rinaldo showed surrender in line with the rules of the arena, and the winner, Sword, also thrust his gains heavenly high according to custom.

"" "Whoa, whoa!

"That was a good game!

"Thanks for making me money."

"Wow, that's fucked up!

The dark-haired Scarlet-Eyed Mistress, who looked down from her privileged seat at the people who were delighted with the gambling, and had carefully staked coins with her, smiles.

"Well, naturally."

"... there is no confirmed battle victory, Maple."

It is unclear how far the intentions will be conveyed to her, who is powerful, although the former brave men of the Little Ghost tribe who have seen many of her fellow Goblins die are embarrassed.

(I hope you didn't get stuck in the leg with something...)

After a short tour of her ridiculing with the neighboring administrator, Brave is also led by the escorts, following the two who raised their hips, heading off-site from the VIP aisle.

After breaking up with the Averalds on the front street, he set up with maples on the corner, blurry views of the comparatively large city landscape, and waited for his partner to become an old associate.

But human beings are horrible.

Born in the woods and lurking in the woods, he looks up to the prosperity of people he never imagined when he was attacking adventurers and neighboring villages and daughters, and looks up to circular arenas that children cannot build.

(Even if we increase our numbers and expand our territory, it is self-evident that we will eventually be raided by a large number of humans…)

Still in awe of his compatriots, who live and scratch each day, Brave feels unspeakable discomfort about his existence as he steps off the road.

"What the hell am I..."

"It's up to you to decide."

With a firm attitude, the daughter of the culprit spider sheds a grunt and finds a sword with a simple hooded jacket and an iron mask to hide her face.

Waving lightly at the long-bodied ghost Modki, who came out of the back door of the arena, they disappeared into a lively mess in preparation for a successful rendezvous in the inn room.

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