The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

If the organizers make their own provisions to open the tournament, it would be natural to ensure that the degree would be in their favor anyway.

And if that provision is basically fair and the organizers are unfavourable, then the organizers are just confident that they can win even on that condition.

Selecting hundreds of challengers regardless of nationality, all of whom are outnumbered by hundreds against each other.

Needless to say, it was an unfavourable condition, but it is a reversal of trust.

The trust poured on one girl by a state called Arcana was proven by her battle.

One hundred extras, wondering how much time it would take to finish at first, was already one of the last.

It was the first one who stumbled upon it, only a few who were able to injure his hand.

The warriors who came with the tactic of draining her and entrusting her to the later were also already defeated without being able to do anything.

"Battle of the Hundred, Squidward Sheba!

Finally, he is the last challenger.

Cry or laugh, this will settle everything.

The warriors, the snitches of the southern countries, had no choice but to entrust everything to him, who was only an ordinary man.

Even if not, the mirror, defeated in the eightieth war, believed in him.

Not on his own, but on his own.

Shiva Inoue.

"Silver Ghost Fist Run."

They name each other.

Bloody runs with returning blood and bleeding against the full Shiva.

An unfair battle, not even reciprocal in flattery.

Still, no one in the audience suspects that the run will win.

In the ninety-nine fights so far, nothing more than because the audience was fascinated by the runs.

Lan fought for the result, let's just say he was satisfied.

But it's quick to feel safe.

I knew the man in front of me was comparable in strength to Easter after holding something as heavy as the previous warriors.

Instead of killing him, we must show that we are stronger than him, not losing him.

I know that's not easy. But it is only by doing so that I can name my successor.

"I have a younger daughter, just like you"

"So? Do you want me to cut back, or beg for a win, or an excuse from now on when I lose"

"No, you're not."

Shiva, who carried a number of swords and lowered them to her waist and held them in her hand.

Before the game starts, he pulls it out of his sheath, one at a time, and pokes it into the stone stage.

"I don't hesitate to cut to you like that. That's all."

"Right."

As he responded to the deed, Lan slapped his ear.

From the other ear, a polarity and a small stick fall.

Turned into a giant stick. She put it up with both hands.

"Then let's not hesitate to do this one"

She, who has fought with her bare hands so far, uses the treasure as if she remembers.

Just looking at it, everyone was feeling the 'different than before' air.

……

In contrast, Shiva is slightly relieved and nervous.

It was a complicated mood for her to drift the king's style.

But even so.

"Begin!"

There was only one thing I could and should have done.

All I had to do was' grab a rock, but 'fight.

"Whoa, whoa!

Shiba exclaimed.

A girl in front of me, just a little older than my daughter, strikes me with a single sword in her hand.

"So no, oh!

Assault by a large upper section filled with too many gaps.

Normally, until now, we're about to hit it with that assault.

But now, that's unacceptable.

Because the opponent in front of you is a strong enemy, you cannot be thorough in winning.

"Gu!"

The sword Shiba had in his hand was just an iron sword.

In contrast, what Lan had was the Ruyi Golden Hoop stick, the strongest treasure ever made by the Great Tengu.

It was reinforced with a Qigong sword, stomped and thoroughly defended.

Naturally, the iron sword breaks and flies.

Although the golden hoop stick was scratched, it survived without breaking.

But the run was blowing up big.

I would never fall off-site on a boulder, but the wrists on both hands that supported the gold hoop stick were broken.

Of course it healed quickly, but still self-reinforcing runs were sweating cold.

"This power... Easter, Snae, you're more than a monster in the old world"

"Yes, this power is the power I have been given by God."

Shiva Inoue.

That which he gave God is even simpler power than a mirror.

That is, pure muscle strength.

It surpasses Run, a genius of evil blood, and Easter, who was blessed with stature on top of being a mad warrior.

On the contrary, Snae manipulates the divine descent, overtaking even his father, Majan-Haan.

Bipedal rhinos, bipedal pigs, and bipedal cows were bent among the monsters of the old world. Brave enough to grab and screw the neck of those beasts, grab and throw giants and intercept and chase them back.

That was enough to cause the iron sword in his hand to be broken like disposable.

"Don't think it's easy to win, just like your opponents have ever done!

As in World War I, the audience gushed.

There was a battle that seemed so boring so far, it clears up in the hundredth.

"Right...... okay, I'll respond to that readiness!

Yes, the hundredth battle.

The excuse that the next one is supportive is no longer acceptable.

If the opponent is weak, it's still because he's a strong enemy.

And fight with all your might (...) as a tribute to those who are prepared for it (...).

I dare to manipulate the elastic stick in my hand to its normal length.

He is a genius of evil blood, but therefore his manipulation is already in the realm of mastery.

spinning like a wind. That seemed to represent her aunt

"Oh, I'll let you go with all my might!

Shiba pulls out a new sword stabbed on the stage and pays the stone like a bloodbath.

Undressed like an amateur, stand on top with both hands.

Eat up your teeth and push forward with a face that cements your readiness and determination.

Unlike earlier, I also use muscle strength when moving forward.

That was enough to disappear from the eye of the audience, a third-party point of view, while at the mercy of power.

From there, wave the iron sword down with full force.

Too fast, stepped in in one step, a short-sighted attack.

But if it's a run, a blow that could have been avoided.

That's what Lan takes by eating up his teeth, just like Shiva, so that he doesn't lose his fear.

More arm strength than you, more muscle strength than you, more strength than you.

Taste it head-on and wound.

Internal bleeding erupts in the body. The muscles break, the skeleton crushes and rips the inside of the body.

The moment I felt that pain, I saw Shiba waving his fist, a pursuit, in front of me.

"It's late!"

But it's late. Slow connection from attack to attack.

Having finished his self-healing, Run knocked a counter-attack stick into his brain with his master's physical manipulation before that fist was struck out.

"but!"

It was such a blow that a spark would pop out of my eyes, my eyes closing in agony.

"Not yet!

Scared and lagging behind, he waves his shaken fist intact.

The aim hits the torso, not the face.

Yes, it was a hit.

"Hi......!

Run's voice was not uttered.

Because his lungs and trachea had been destroyed.

Shibo's fist is never small, but it's too small for that power to concentrate.

Instead of snapping Run's ribs and muscles, he was plunging into its interior.

Both fall back.

Shiva was bleeding out of her head. That amount is very high because it's a head bleed.

But the run is not the other way around. Extremely physical, there was a hole in his chest. It didn't penetrate exactly, but there was still a huge amount of bleeding from the chest, like a fountain.

That seems to have punctured the stone stage with paint, dyeing it so much that the previous tragedy looks just a tiny stain.

"Ugh... ooh!

Shiva explores support with both hands when she can't help herself, but only her back is on the ground.

After a few steps back without force, I grab the sword I once attached and stomp it on my cane.

And in a quiet venue, you see the person in front of you.

If you win with this, if you fall off your back with this, if you can kill her with this.

I had such expectations.

I had such aspirations.

There was no such reality.

Originally a fast, repairing run, after ninety-nine wars, the restorative effect of carrot effects still remains, and destruction, a mortal wound for ordinary people, will be restored once and for all.

The only thing I wouldn't go back to was the massive bleeding that spilled.

"This after you hit me in the head... that's the power God gave you"

Spit the blood that was left in his throat, and the run starts again.

In contrast, Shiva shakes off expectations and aspirations and pulls out the sword he was wanding.

"Not yet, you can taste it."

Don't think about winning opportunities or odds, just fighting strong enemies.

I laid down my sword with regret to see how hard that was.

"Whoa, whoa!

Literally at your disposal, but wielding continuously.

Amateur swordsmanship of good fortune to hit, not the power of the whole body.

A random series of attacks, where the blade of the sword may be capturing the opponent.

But the power is heavy.

There is internal bleeding on Run's arm, and his arm stains red and blue.

But it also flashes in an instant.

Naturally, it was proof that the evil blood in her was decreasing, and that she was letting wear and tear that no one had ever gained before.

There are more scratches on Run's treasure, and Shibo's iron sword keeps shrugging.

The blade of the iron sword was crushed and turned into just a nearly broken blunt instrument.

"So no. Oh!

Aiming at a machine whose sword is completely broken, Run makes a spike to his abdomen.

The tip of the golden hoop stick pierces the wasteless, meatless abs.

It didn't penetrate or penetrate, but it was still pounding heavily.

"Gu...... uhhhhhhhh!

When I said treasure, it was not a blade because it was a stick.

That's why I can grab it with my hands.

Grip the abdominal stick with its power, angle it to muscle strength, and lift the run.

While pulling the Ruyi stick aside, he punches him to the run with the other hand that let go of his sword.

Naturally, Run also had the option to get his hands off the Ruyi stick once.

But Run didn't choose that. Lan was kicking Shibo's face as he grabbed the Ruyi stick supported by Shiba with his hand, using it as an axis to dodge the attack.

"Ha!"

"Whoa... whoa!

The beaten hand was empty, and the other hand was grasping the stick of intent.

Run, who stepped on his defenseless head, was not as aggressive as he had earlier just said he had managed to hit a kick.

That's why Shiva had managed to stay and grab and grip Run's ankle as he stepped on his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The power beyond the people's knowledge gently destroys even the flesh of the fortified run.

But that's not the point. Lan has a body floating in the universe, which means Shiba is grabbing his leg.

And this is only a game.

Once Run's back is on, it will remain settled.

"Hmm!"

Run is the challenging side, and this is her unveiling match.

If so, don't let the audience watching the game think, 'Maybe now, Lan put his back on stage'.

Consequently, there is no relatively easy means to choose between being passive so that your back cannot be worn.

Above all, then you keep getting grabbed by them afterwards.

It's grabbed by Shiba's left hand, Run's left foot.

Unfortified just that area and kicked his own left foot with an ungrasped right foot.

What does that mean?

It means her left leg is ripped off and the run flies backwards even more as it is.

"Ku... did you run away"

Shiva only wielded her left leg with her grip, and Lan landed while regenerating her left leg while getting in position in the air.

"Silver Ghost Fist, Tartare Foot"

It's not the first experience for Lan to be grabbed by a kicked in the head leg.

Evil Immortal Fuukei, the most powerful enemy I once fought. When he was grabbing his kick leg, Toon was helped by cutting off his finger.

However, based on the reflection that nothing similar can be said, I considered the means of emergency evasion.

"Well, now, how is it getting fun"

Silver Ghost Fist, or Mad Warrior Strengths.

That means you can always continue to give the best performance until the evil blood runs out.

"Well... if it's not bad, it's better."

That would be best if we beat the run.

Shiba was about to throw away the wreckage of his gripping leg and take a breath as he bled out of his nose.

The audience was breathtaking when everyone saw the bloody battle.

I understood that Shiba exceeded Lan's physical ability to understand what principles, but he could not heal like Easter, nor was he invincible like a mirror.

And still, he felt something frozen in his spine at the figure of the man to fight.

There is no chance.

Still have to fight.

Just like the ninety-nine men who had fought Run before, the man was fighting with blood.

"Shall we continue?"

I was still pulling out my sword breathing with my mouth while I sensed that you were waiting for me.

"Oh, let's go on"

It could be dangerous as it is.

But still, you have to win.

Silver Ghost Fist Run had his greatest respect for the man worthy of the hundredth while confirming the remaining evil blood.

Still, the battle is not over.