The School Life of the Most Powerful Adventurer - How I Met Her in School Life Being the Most Powerful Adventurer

"Who the hell are you?!?"

One of the soldiers noticed the mysterious footsteps and put up a spear. However, he was already flying in front of the soldier, and he dropped his heel and knocked down the soldier's back. The soldier was slammed to the ground and lost his mind in a single blow.

What are these guys?!

The man beside Matchotte was wearing the same uniform as they were, so he realized who they were.

"You guys are crazy!?" What are you doing here?! Platinum Rank Adventurer Are you going to take the neck of Venus and make it famous? "

Matchotte took off her uniformed jacket and intimidated her enemies while showing off her proud muscles.

This mad team, like the Baimaise and Enjo armies that are causing problems at the Marianes First Magic Academy, is a group that aims to smash the necks of big people to make them famous. The members of this team are made up of Marianes Second Magic Academy V, and they all attack with high attack power and speed. However, every time I tried to aim at the neck of Ichigo (Yashen), one of the most famous people in the Second Magic Academy, I lost more than half of my fighting power with one of his hands.

"This time I don't have a god!" I'll kill you all! "

"Whether or not Ichigo-san is here, you guys can't beat me...!"

Matchotte asserted that she had lifted up her torso muscles and had a strong punch. One of the beatings on his cheek was blown away like a bagoma and hit against the wall.

Nuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A few enemies attacked from behind with their back fists. The enemies with the back fist had several broken teeth.

"W-what a strength!?" Marianes 2nd Magic Academy: "

The middle-aged soldier who yelled at them earlier was stunned that the students were stronger than they had imagined, including Macchiotte. It is a composition in which the students of the Second Magic Academy are helping the royal army soldiers who are spoiled by the frenzied people.

Don't... Don't... Don't... Don't...

As gunfire rang, a middle-aged soldier collapsed while holding his shoulder.

"Guu, guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

At the tip of the middle-aged soldier, one of the madmen who held a small pistol that blew smoke from the muzzle was laughing haughtily.

"Hahaha! He's amazing! You've penetrated the rugged armor of the Royal Army!"

The armor worn by the soldiers of the kingdom army was famous for not passing through swords and spears. But that armor was completely ineffective in front of the enemy's pistol.

"Come on! We're finished!" You're a soldier! "

As the enemy man reloaded his gacha, Machotte stood in front of the middle-aged soldier.

"Then shoot out my armor with that pistol!"

Machotte said that, and he armed himself with a steel rebar.

"You look like you're dying, right? Then I'll beat your heart out as you wish!"

The mad man stirred and pulled the trigger of his pistol.

Don't do it, kid!

There was no blood splattering from his body. The enemy man was terrified of the bullets rolling in front of him.

"Oh, you're kidding!" What kind of a guy doesn't have a gun! "

Don't... don't... don't... don't...

All the bullets he fired could not penetrate Machotte's skin and rolled down the spot. Machotte slowly walked forward and clenched his fist in front of him in horror.

"There are people in the world who can't do such small things!" and..... "

Matchotte shook her clenched fist vigorously.

"The warriors of the Second Magic Academy are counting on something like this!"

Bakievin...

Machotte's intense punch slammed the face of the mad man into the ground. The man's face was buried on the ground like a pre-harvest radish.

"... be ashamed! You've been a kid for a year!"

Matchotte said so, breathing into his steaming fist.

Then try to prevent my slashing with that armor!

A pitch-black slash suddenly flew up and slashed through Matchotte's chest, armed with steel bars.

"W-What a sharp slash!?"

Machotte stares in the direction of the slashing slash and a man in the same uniform slowly emerges from the darkness.

A man wearing poisoned blue and purple hair and a silk hat slammed his staff into the ground.

“How was it? Where's my puppet? It wasn't a big deal, was it?"

The man turned his staff around and gradually changed its shape into a single sword. Then, when the sword was wielded vigorously, the lacquer-black slash was released again, and this time, his thick arm like a log was cut in.