It's sunny today.
Let's have a beautiful morning sunshine when you log in.
Dear heaven.
There was a lot going on yesterday, but I'm sorry.
But forgive me for hunting Ibir Ant.
I will summon you as usual today.
The rest of the month, Helix, it's Obsidian.
Sure, today's the real contest, but let's go with our normal hearts.
Just do as you normally do.
Head out onto the street to the town of Lemt.
Somehow, but as we approached the town of Remt, we often saw players as well.
Does that mean there are many players who want to see the tournament live?
On the other hand, there are many wild dog hunting.
That doesn't seem to change that much.
Inside the town of Remt was unprecedented crowding.
I don't know how crowded the match venue will be.
I looked for the stall and it was very crowded everywhere.
I don't like this.
Keep breakfast in line nearby.
Do you want to eat it later in the pantry?
Head to the venue's new practice hall.
After all, the whole town feels like it's hot.
Even though there was one yesterday, the enthusiasm is even greater today.
He left the rest of the month at the horse rack and entered the venue after completing the reception at the entrance for the match players.
And the clerk put me through to the modem.
There are already 5 clients there.
It hurts the gaze of the players who deserve me for coming into the pantry.
I don't think I can see much where I tried [identifying] it.
Fill your belly and drink water with a meal you bought by sitting back on the wall.
No one seems to see me anymore. [M]
Three-fifths, players who would be contestants were gathering in the modest room.
Some players would be [identifying] each other.
Some players are as self-conscious as they are, so they open their eyes and don't get any better.
On the contrary, some players are meditating.
Some players are checking their gear.
I was observing what those players were doing.
Human observation.
That's fun again, too.
Sometimes you can see from your gear what kind of combat style each one is.
And they're all coming through the qualifying round.
I guess it's only natural they're troublesome opponents.
There are many players I've seen in the qualifying round so far.
There was also a mix of dwarves and elves I remember seeing.
The scores vary.
Some people are heavily equipped because of their protective equipment and lightweight outfits.
Unlike the qualifying round, today's primaries will be fought by those with different playing styles.
Interesting.
I just want to spend some time watching the game if I'm not going to be there myself.
Fun delusions were running through my brain in full bloom.
No.
It's just image training.
Soon it seemed that the modem had all the players.
And I saw a familiar appearance at the entrance and exit of the armoury.
It's Lady Guerta.
Still no surprise.
"It's time. Please all gather at the match venue."
Young officials guide the contestants out of the modem one after the other.
I left the booth last time. [M]
When I count, I'm the 16th.
Were you here in half of the main contestants or something?
The other half is probably in another understatement.
The appearance of the match venue had changed.
There must be only 4 sides.
For that matter, he seems to have devised a seat so that the audience can enter a lot.
Did you put together stone and build stages to create a temporary audience seat?
You put it together overnight?
Sometimes it's strange.
And cheers and applause.
Don't you want to eat?
Our contestants were left on a four-sided playing field.
I also saw the contestants coming from the other side of those with the modem room, guided by officials.
That's 32.
The applause didn't stop ringing until the contestants were aligned at the match venue.
The applause gradually dwindles.
At some point the guild chief stood in a position that looked like a VIP seat, looking around.
When the audience calms down, it seems that they are talking about something that seems to be a declaration of opening the meeting.
It doesn't come into my ear.
My consciousness had been fixed in the VIP table.
It is undoubtedly the Master sitting in the seat next to the Alliance Commander.
[Identification] If, but definitely a master.
My gaze matched mine.
Now, why, why did you lose your sight, Master?
Apparently, there was a declaration of opening.
The perimeter was a whirlpool of applause.
A young female employee I remember seeing directs me but stays with me.
Apparently it's going to be an opening game.
The same is true for the other three playing fields.
Touch the example crystal and let HPMP go full speed.
So, who's my opponent?
I was right on the diagonal.
That's big.
And that gear is heavy looking like a full plate.
I guess the basics are leather armor, but many of the surfaces are reinforced with metal plates.
Shields are big too.
From the ground to shoulder height.
The main thing is apparently Mace.
Heavy warrior.
I don't remember seeing it in the qualifying round, but I see many nearby players.
It is not far off the assumption.
Let's [identify] it.
???? Lv.8
Fighter standing by.
Lv.8.
It's not superficial.
My gear became leather armor and my defenses were raised to the bottom.
The main weapon is a rod.
Two tonfers in the sub. I have this to hide with a shield on my back.
Concealed nails that are sandwiched in the belt.
The outcome is obvious when it comes to a decent melee.
That's right.
I'm not going to fight properly from the start.
"Begin!"
The guild chief's voice echoed around strangely.
Come on, it's the beginning of the battle.
"Meditate!" "Brace!
Use your usual martial arts to select and execute spells immediately.
And I don't move that place.
The first spell is the key.
Strategies are not lost because tactics were laid down.
Who's your opponent?
He's walking this way.
I'm not going to do a dash.
Opponents reached the center of the playing field.
"Physical Enchant Wind!"
Select and execute the next spell immediately.
They don't look like they're going to set something up.
I'm getting closer.
Drop your hips and put your shield forward.
I put my body in half and stood up to hide behind my shield.
It's good to know in advance what you're going to set me up with.
"Mental Enchant Dark!"
"Physical Enchanted Earth!" "Shield Rush!
The imminent power of the giant was tremendous.
But you know what?
I watched some of the more amazing demons.
I'm thankful my body never got tense.
Still just martial arts.
He seemed to have dodged it and was taking damage.
The HP bar was nearly 10% shredded just because it was plundered.
That's just amazing.
I try to poke my ankle with the rod as I slightly run along the edge of the game field.
Direct hit.
But I'm not even scared.
That's well within the assumption, but it's still recessed.
Prepare for the next attack while lowering and avoiding Mace's attack.
Come on.
I'll do it.
One more shot, make the assault.
We should go after someone who just backs off.
"Shield Rush!
Coming.
It has not been avoided because the distance was close again this time.
Secured the other side position while enduring shoulder pain.
Dare to hit your body as it is.
It's not aimed at damage.
My aim was different. [M]
The opponent stood still, slightly disfigured by the body, but had jumped outside the playing field.
As planned.
"Get back inside the game field!
Officials of the referees, who refrain from doing so just outside the playing field, paid attention to their opponents.
Two more.
Two more times, if you put your opponent outside, you win.
It was good to see the match in qualifying where I picked up the win with the same hand.
Win by sharpening the HP bar of a heavyweight opponent like this?
I don't want to be such a hassle.
"Physical Enchant Earth!"
Now we can strengthen our defenses.
The next spell is also immediately selected and transferred to execution.
Opponents were also returning to the edge of the playing field when they were placed in the middle of the playing field.
Looks like you can still afford it.
There doesn't seem to be any immediate assault.
That's why I'm grateful.
Turn the place over to the opponent who comes to take control of the center of the playing field and retreat slightly in the direction of the corner of the playing field.
I'm not coming after you.
Have you noticed our intentions?
"Darkness Steer!"
Unleashes an attack spell of Dark Attributes.
It could bring about darkness, but what happens?
Unfortunately, no condition abnormalities occurred. Too bad.
Turn around the target while selecting and executing the next spell.
Whatever, keep your distance and take your time off.
The opponent turns to the right hand side with the mace.
For what reason?
Because if it's in the opposite direction, it becomes a shadow of a shield, and you can't see any signs of an attack.
The first act for an attack always appears to be something.
How quickly to see through the attack.
My choice is to flirt with someone with agility, so this is essential.
The opponent comes at a distance trying to hunt them down to Girizilli and Mace's range of attack.
It's like a moving fortress.
But there is no fear.
Assault, will you?
I can't help it if you won't.
"Confuse Blast!"
Release a spell where the distance is slightly clogged.
The opponent showed a move to avoid, but the time is near.
Looks like he ate it properly.
I select the next spell to execute.
Simultaneously turn to the right hand side of the opponent.
There was a gap in the rod that I could attack, so I put a poke in the back of my knee.
Exactly. There doesn't seem to be any metal reinforcement in there until the back of the joint.
Shit.
The ends of your lips are in the shape of laughs, aren't they?
The marker appears to indicate that he is in a state anomaly.
If you stare, you are in a state of confusion.
But it's not like I can't move.
I'm just waving my mace around in tears.
"Stone Barrett!"
Release the spell from a relatively close distance.
A decent eaten opponent breaks down.
I won't miss that gap.
I let him hit me again and bounced it off the spot.
You wouldn't even freak out if you stomped on it.
But when combined with the spell, it seemed to work out.
"Huh!?
The opponent, who rolled off-site, went straight back to the center of the playing field.
The opponent didn't seem to understand what had been done.
Looks like he's back from the mess because he left the premises.
I'll check their HP bar.
Not even 20% less.
No, it's only a little less than 10%.
How life-enhancing is that?
"Get back inside the game field!
The referee's official once again gave the opponent his attention.
This opponent loses another time when he's off the field.
Come on, what do we do?
Are you ready to storm me off-site?
Do you want to pack a distance in the tunnel and launch a melee attack?
"Earth Heels!
My HP bar went full speed with a healing spell that was over the spell chant.
Hmm.
I could spare a little over here.
No matter, I can't be alarmed.
If it's a melee fight, it could be reversed all at once.
He waited for his opponent to react as he dropped to the corner of the playing field while selecting and executing the next spell.
I was running out of gear that looked heavy.
Great!
It doesn't have to be funny.
"Brain smashing!
Until just now, Mace was passing through the space where my head was.
It was circumvented on the sidesteps, but it's not cool.
And for the first time, he showed his opponent the movement that revolved in the opposite direction.
I tried to get around to the shield.
Come on.
Come aboard the invitation!
"Shield Rush!
Again, here I am.
That's what a man has to do.
A large shield set aside was looming in front of me.
At the same time, I'm sliding to my opponent's feet.
Mow the opponent's left ankle with his left foot.
At the same time, he kicked into the back of his left foot with his right foot.
The momentum that has stormed me rolls as it is.
My body was taken with me.
Looks like he locked his opponent's left leg on his back.
And my weight was too light.
When we noticed, we were rolling over each other and out of the place.
Game over! Please stop the fight!
"Your current battle victory has increased your level of occupation!
"The race level has been increased with the current battle victory! Please add 1 point to any status value."
Leveling up at this time or something?
I thought about it for a while, staring at the virtual window.
Hmm.
Do you want to see the status value aligned to a multiple of 4?
Let's raise it from the dexterity value in order from the top.
Foundation Status
Dexterity value 16 ( 1)
Agility value 15
Intelligence value 20
Muscle strength value 15
Vitality 15
Mental Strength 20
"Bonus points will be added by 2 points. That brings us to 7 points."
"We have entered the second round of the main race! WWII will be scheduled for 10: 30 a.m. today on the E-Side of the New Squad."
"You will be awarded 2 points to Bonus Points for breakthrough in World War I. That brings us to 9 points."
The opponent's warrior appears to be weak off-site.
He rushed over as I stood up first and stood near the center of the game field.
Mutual thanks.
Opponents were looking for a handshake when they walked over to me.
The right hand offered.
Unexpectedly, I also offer my right hand and shake hands.
I wonder what it is.
I feel uncomfortable.
"It was a complete defeat. I'm Shelvi the Warrior."
"Huh?"
Shelvi.
Woman's name, isn't it?
With that said, that feeling I shook your hand seems oddly soft.
"Excuse me. Were you a woman?
"I knew you didn't notice."
When I said that, I took off my helmet and showed it to him.
Sure looks like a woman.
One or more heads over me, taller but a woman.
He has such a frivolous face that he seems to be able to act as a man if he prunes that long hair.
How about that?
It's very powerful.
Fine. You're being rude, aren't you?
"Excuse me, I'm Keith the Summoner."
"Summoner, right?
"Yeah, well."
"Is that true?
Got hit.
It would be a return of interest to your rude remarks earlier.
Niyaniya and I are being laughed at.
I just have to be afraid.
I knew it wouldn't work.
I don't feel like fighting a female opponent with my mouth.
Let's not talk about what I thought was masculine in my heart.
I wanted to watch some other games at the edge of the squad, but you couldn't forgive me.
Two of the other three games were still in the game.
Full speed of HPMP with the example crystal prompts me to return to the modem.
No, I was looking forward to watching the game.
I also see Lady Guerta as she leaves the practice field.
My defeated opponent, Shelvi, seems to be doing something for Lady Guerta.
Something like a carpet laying at my feet glowed pale.
"Repair the armor on the weapon. That's good."
"Yes, thank you"
Heh.
Can I repair my weapons and protective equipment with that?
"Mr. Keith, to the canteen."
"Oh, excuse me"
Do we go back to the barn quietly?
In the understatement, other contestants throw their gaze at us all at once.
And put your gaze back.
Scared.
Back the wall and lower your hips.
A flashing icon appeared in the lower right corner of the field of view.
Didn't happen earlier, did it?
If you maximize it, it is a combat log.
I thought it wasn't just for the game.
The battle logs for other matches are currently running in progress.
Apparently, it's something that's public to all players.
Hmm.
This is useful now.
But I'd like to see a raw move if I can.
I'd appreciate it if you delivered it in the video.
For once, it's a reflection in return for my own battle log.
Let's go from past logs.
Published logs don't even show my unique name.
Summoner, only indicated.
Look at the Fighter vs. Summoner logs as well as the battle logs of other matches.
I see.
Even though I won, they'll know what I showed them.
Well, we'll see each other there.
The trouble is I don't know who I'm going to fight next.
But I don't have much to worry about.
Whoever they are, it's no different that they're troublesome.
The only player who comes back to the modem is the one who won the first fight.
There should have been 16 players, but there are five of them here now.
The game of the players in the current game has just begun earlier.
Officials had been informed that the start time of WWII would be rolled up because it was progressing earlier than planned.
Speaking of which, I'm perfect for looking through the battle logs of other games.
I knew it was only a hassle.
It also has a star on the player who seems to suck at compatibility.
Pure combat system in the avant-garde, which are also unusually short game time players.
Except for the four games we're playing right now, there are two of us.
One of them was in this modest room.
Lamberjack.
It's supposed to be a production job, but the first battle has only one minute of combat logging.
The battle is fought only by an Axe attack.
I don't even use martial arts, so I don't have anything like data from what I saw on the log.
Your opponent is a warrior, but you're scared of seconds.
Fisherman.
This guy's supposed to be a fisherman in production, but he's winning.
Seal the opponent's movements with a net and poke with a ".
The game lasted about 3 minutes.
The guys I saw in the qualifying round, right?
I remember.
Lamberjack with an axe is the guy who was challenging his Dwarf opponent to a power battle with a bee.
Fisherman, who's not here, is also probably the guy I saw in the qualifying round.
There were two players back in the pantry.
Sixteen players left in the second round of the match will now be confirmed.
Strange tensions were beginning to drift through the modem at a subtle distance from each other.
Some people exchange their gaze, but many players are silently focused on something.
He's with me.
I guess you're looking at the battle logs for the other games.
For the time being, the tense atmosphere continued, but Alliance staff appeared to break it.
There are four of them.
One of them called me.
"Then Mr. Keith, this will be the second round of the main race. Are you ready?
"Yes."
Follow the staff as they are urged to stand up.
And to the playing field.
Opponents were on the other side of the diagonal before me.
He hardens himself with leather armor, just like me.
But the object is a bow and arrow.
There were two bowmen who came up to win among the battle logs I just saw.
Which one?
[Identify] Here's what I'm going to do.
???? Lv.7
Sorcerer on standby
Confirmed.
It's a player who used phantoms with light magic and was battling with bows and arrows.
There are no other sausalers with bows and arrows.
This player used bow martial arts as well as light magic as well as water magic.
The opponent in the first round of the main race was a treasure hunter, but we also know that you have avoided that attack considerably.
You must also be looking at the battle logs from my game earlier.
Well, what do we do?
Stand on the playing field.
each other.
Rituals.
"Begin!"
The battle began simultaneously on four playing fields.
"Meditate!" "Brace!
"Twin Shoots!
Use your usual martial arts.
And both the flying arrows were hitting me on the shoulder.
But no more damage.
Thanks for the new leather armor.
Select and execute the spell that was prepared.
And dash at them.
Opponents do not attempt to move from the starting position.
No, I was seeing you trying to keep an eye on the next arrow.
Perhaps they have spells too.
Will I use Illusion first?
Still, I don't mind.
This one only resists tunnels with counterspells.
I'm ready to eat the damage first.
"Resist Wright!
The center of the playing field was already past.
Place the rod in the lower stage while selecting and executing the next spell.
Come on, how do we get here?
"Illusion!"
I still use it.
The phantom looks like the opponent himself.
Is it with what I saw in the qualifying round?
Opponents of the same appearance rushed out of the corner of the playing field splitting left and right.
Either is real.
Either is a phantom.
But do you mind?
Approaching my opponent running to my left.
I bounced up the rod and punched it in my throat.
Direct hit.
And it's not affordable at all.
It's the phantom.
"Twin Shoots!
There was a dry sound on my back.
Apparently, the flying arrow hit the shield you're carrying.
The other one has a slight feel around the waist.
The HP bar hasn't been greatly reduced.
Dash towards the person who earned the distance.
No matter, it's the real one.
What's your next move?
It was a Confuse Blast in the first round.
Mirage, and confusion, before coming to sharpen HP with bows and arrows and water needles is combat style.
Damage caused by bows and arrows should be discarded.
"Resist Aqua!"
Arrows fly in, but it wasn't martial arts.
That one arrow only plundered my leather helmet.
I guess I have a spell for you.
Approaching the opponent over the center of the playing field again
"Water Shield!
Bingo.
The spell I've been chanting in front of my Resist Aqua is a water magic wall spell.
The aim is to earn distance.
Naturally, stick it in and approach the target.
But there are two shadows there.
An earlier phantom stands beside me.
It's still troublesome, this spell.
Show them how to split left and right again and try to dash.
Let them do it.
I threw the rod in my hand at my right opponent.
Rod passes his opponent.
Immediately dash towards your left opponent and approach.
Do you mind if I watch the arrow and let it go?
I let the kick go at my feet.
The kick is hit decently and the target falls.
That moment when I became defenseless.
Grab the opponent's right ankle.
I held him to my left side so that he could lift him straight up and secure his toes aside.
Use your left arm itself to twist your heel inward.
It's a heel hold in the standings.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I heard screams that were going to be voices and not voices.
He stepped on his opponent's left foot with his right foot so he wouldn't rotate his body trying to escape the twisted pain.
The place I stepped on was by my knees.
I'll add a crotch tear as I continue to heel hold.
This is a good spot.
I'll twist your heels relentlessly if you want to take the knife out on the subwepon.
"Iaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Is it an illusion?
I hear a girl screaming.
Huh?
Is that it?
'Stop, stop, stop, it hurts! What's this outfit? Stop fuckin' around, fuckin 'around. No, help me get fucked. Ugh!
Is that it?
Maybe you don't have to, girl?
I was hiding in my leather helmet and I didn't know.
My chest doesn't stand out either.
"No more, you rapist! Somebody help me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
The opponent doesn't look like he's pulling out a knife.
Looks like he's desperately trying to cover his groin with both hands.
You seem desperate, but it hurts more when you break out, doesn't it?
And what is this feeling?
Don't I look like a bad guy?
I don't blame you.
"Uh, do you surrender?
I spoke a little loosened the heel hold to too much.
He'll stare at me as soon as he can.
I heard him chanting a spell.
Oh, yeah.
Extreming his heel again, the chant broke and turned into a scream.
What the hell is this? It hurts. It hurts! And stop dressing like this, it hurts!
"Surrender, will you?
"What the fuck, you rapist! You're such an embarrassment to a woman! Die! '
Hey, what's up?
Your blood pressure's a little high.
I was loosening it again because it was extremely hard, but I wonder if it is necessary.
I feel like my heart is going to get hurt everywhere if I don't keep my heelhold extremely talkative.
Give-up, will you?
The story comes from that.
Game over! Please stop the fight!
"You have reached the quarterfinals of the main race! The quarterfinals will be held today at 11: 00 a.m. on the C-side of the new practice field."
"WWII Breakthroughs add 2 points to your bonus points. That brings us to 11 points."
After all, how long after the opponent's girlfriend admitted to surrender?
I don't really want to remember.
My heart is flat with a mouth shot.
I did win, but I can't help it.
The opponent of the first round was also a woman, but she never felt so depressed.
This second round was a terrible one.
After she surrendered, she cried out in front of me.
And I got booed from the whole venue.
Huh?
Am I the bad guy?
Plus I was surprised to see my opponent's girlfriend take off her leather helmet and wipe her tears.
Amazing beauty, I guess.
If only I hadn't cried.
That's why my liking falls sharply.
The surrounding booming was even higher.
I'm not about to say hello anymore.
When I gave him a hand on the field, he ran back to the booth.
There are just three players in the modem who plan to play the game from now on.
My gaze hurts.
They may have deserved me purely, but it hurts terribly for me right now.
It's like looking at a criminal, isn't it? Gentlemen.
You must be paranoid.
Not very much, but it was nowhere to look back on the battle log.
The next time I came back to the armoury, I had an axe.
Probably Lamberjack.
And the other one came back.
This one is a standard dressed warrior.
Shields on swords and leather armor reinforced with metal plates.
Three players, who were in the modem instead of coming back, head to the playing field.
Three in a large modest room.
There was an unnatural atmosphere there, not trying to gaze at each other.
Kill time by looking at battle logs.
That said, I couldn't stay calm.
After a while, the players came back.
So you won.
A spear-held warrior.
I've been looking at that combat log just now, so I generally understand the style of combat.
This opponent is also troublesome if they are one-on-one.
And after a little while, the other one returns.
This one's a typical wizard.
One of the three people who left this depot with me is not coming back.
And looking at the public combat logs, it looks like the second round is all over.
Is it true that five of the eight players who reached the quarterfinals are here?
In other words, two of the eight players here will definitely play against each other.
The atmosphere is amazing.
I can't relax. I mean, a restraining room or a restraining room means half a thing, right?
"Sorry, we'll speed up the scheduled time of the game! Four of the quarterfinals will begin simultaneously!
"All contestants will be guided by an official at the match venue"
Each of the five officials who come to the modem will speak out to the players who will be in charge.
"You're Mr. Keith. I'll show you to the venue. Go ahead."
"Yes."
I stand up slowly on purpose.
Somehow, but I don't want to go to the game venue.
Booing, I guess there is.
Five players stood, including me, at the match venue.
A little late, three players come out of the other side of the modem where we were.
That number is three.
A fisherman carrying a net in his hand.
Elves bearing bows and arrows.
Dwarves like rock chunks.
Is this the top 8?
Is it my fault I'm the only one floating around?
There was no booming from the match venue.
He was greeted with applause.
Looking at the VIP seats, the guild chief and the master are watching the game side by side.
Tahei Tenshita did quite well.
If you're drinking, I can be serious and angry.
When the applause comes to a paragraph, each goes to a four-sided playing field.
So, who am I dealing with?
I was at the end of the diagonal.
Isn't that Lamberjack?
This sucks.
The battle logs for WWI and WWII are both really short.
That's the only way to find out that you're pushing it off with a blow power specialization and an attack.
There's only one spell I'm using.
Physical Enchant Fire only.
Would the battle against Dwarf seen in the qualifying round also be helpful?
I'm not tough like a dwarf, I don't have power.
Nothing more than using tangled hands.
But time won't wait for me.
The moment the game begins is almost there.
each other.
Rituals.
"Begin!"
It has begun.
"Meditate!" "Brace!
The other person comes dashing.
Simple and lucid.
The axe you have is so vicious that you don't think you have it with one hand.
If you look at it again, it's too big.
Select a spell to execute this one too.
And I dashed at them.
Why?
That's the only way to live.
Release the poke with the rod toward your right hand waving the axe wide.
It's going to blow us away even though it's a thrust with weight and a dashing momentum.
But it worked.
There is no blow to the axe.
Rebuild and shake again.
Don't be afraid.
Go through the right side of the opponent before they swing you down.
Run forward as you head for the axe.
I lowered my head and slid through my sides.
I slapped a kick in the back of my right knee and kicked it to push my back even more.
I'm not even scared.
No, it seems to be working just a little.
Slight but decreasing HP bar.
That's all.
The damage is good, so I wanted a gap.
I wanted to aim for my neck if it disfigured me, but the other guy is taller.
Then the power seems to be half as high.
Snowape-like?
No, it could be more than that.
"Physical Enchant Wind!"
Although the basic tactics are basically the same as in the first round of the main race.
This one's more troublesome.
Defense itself is low.
Leather armor is probably better equipped for me.
But that's the only place that's surpassed.
Attack is far up there.
I've bottomed up my agility, but my opponent just keeps packing the distance.
Can I earn enough time just to do a spell chant?
Moreover, while attacking the target at close range.
A hell of a time had begun.
"Physical Enchant Fire!"
Have you bottomed up your muscle strength levels as expected?
The blow of the axe looms again.
Dodge in the backstep.
Momentum to the opponent who comes forward. Now we stick this one in and slip through the sides.
That was repeated twice.
"Physical Enchant Earth!"
The opponent spread his legs and dropped his hips.
I won't let you through.
That's what I'm talking about.
I've packed the distance with Jirijiri.
That's troublesome again, though.
"Darkness Steer!"
The spell is a direct hit.
But I don't expect a state abnormality.
It dashed parallel to the edge of the playing field.
Who's there?
Darkness Steer doesn't appear to be suffering from any abnormalities. Too bad.
And it's following us, albeit slightly late.
It would be easier to hunt us down because we're in formation near the center of the game field.
The disadvantage over here remains the same.
But he was dashing me so I could get out of the side.
I repeat this three times.
Things go on with the momentum as if it were a jet coaster.
"Physical Enchant Fire!"
All right.
I could raise my muscle strength level to the bottom.
Now we can finally fight decently?
"Broken roots!
Martial arts.
The opponent waved an axe at the side beating with a stand that didn't let him through.
The opponent of WWII is sinking with only this blow.
Slide to your feet and manage to evade.
Try to stick your side with the rod as it is.
But for the next moment.
The right hand with the axe returns.
The end of the pattern approached my head.
I stopped poking at the rod and turned to take it reflexively.
Only one blow broke the rod.
That's not all I had to do, and I seem to have eaten a little on my head.
Shit.
I ate it beyond the damage I did with the spell.
Let go of the broken rod and you'll get the tonfer on your back.
Now, can we do something about this?
I don't feel confident from the start.
'Salary!'
Now the axe came down from the big upper section.
Is this martial arts too?
Avoid it on the sidesteps, but the axe pattern still strikes.
Get the tonfur crossed.
He added a counterattack with a kick and came forward.
The distance to fight is not the distance the axe can swing.
Closer.
The war situation was glued.
There are no effective hits against each other.
Damage builds up in the tunnel.
A spell?
This beating makes me fumble from one end to the other.
Not when it comes to disadvantages.
He was building up damage by hand while preventing the attack of the axe with a ton of fur.
The trouble with them is the shield.
He's getting hit with a shield and eating more damage than an axe.
For the first time, I drew a distance from the other person.
I keep my distance at the same time.
Looks like he started chanting a spell when he regained his axe and shield.
Then it's a spell.
Select a spell to execute.
Come on, how do we get here?
"Fire Heels!
Hmm.
Is it a healing spell?
"Root snare!"
Well.
My aim is clear.
Shall we get off the mound where we are fighting with an axe?
The other guy was suddenly rolling.
That's not visible. That's what happens if you're not on guard.
Attack the person who rolled over.
Drop knee on right arm with axe.
I punched him with a ton of fur on his wrist.
Many times.
Many times.
I let go of the axe when I had my head hit straight with my left elbow.
When I stepped on the axe pattern, I slapped every tonfer elbow into the back of the other person's head.
Looks like the opponent rolled over and kept his distance.
I grabbed the axe when I pinched the tonfer on my right hand side.
I can't lift it properly with one hand.
How dare you swing things around?
Still, if you manage to hold it, rotate your body to gain momentum.
Threw it out of the game floor as it was.
That's it.
The opponent pulls out the subwebpon and sets it up.
The reward is bamboo.
Sounds like a good choice.
Now it's our turn to go on offense.
A major threat would have been removed at the time the axe was taken away.
It was only for a moment that I thought that way.
Xu, I'm scared.
No, as soon as the weapon's lighter, there's more trouble over there.
In addition to that, the effective distances of the attacks are engaged with each other.
The kick still hits, but there's no sign of it rolling.
Somehow we exchange spell chants to counter it.
Ice magic spell, Delay worked.
This makes it easier to attack the opponent, but the power stays the same.
Thundermagic spell, paralysis seems to have been resisted.
I tried again but again it is invalid.
What do you care about being resistant to magic?
I also hit the light magic spell Confuse Blast from close range, but it doesn't look like I'm going into confusion.
And the opponent doesn't seem to have the effect of healing spells or the HP bar is dwindling as much.
It looks like a long-lasting war.
Looks like Tonfer's pretty scratched, too.
I'm making it quite impossible.
I don't know how far I can stand a protracted war.
"Fire Heels!
My HP bar also went over 90% now.
Enduring war, that's good.
Shall we go out?
The beating continued.
It would be more appropriate to describe him as beating if he were also attacked by Xu.
Even if the blade is blunt, the impact will echo even if it is a direct hit.
I don't know what this is, but I also ate a couple of attacks of rickets.
Income and expenses are aligned because we are putting in a healing spell, but we are not alarmed.
How much muscle strength do you have, this guy?
I wanted to do damage with the spell, but I couldn't use it.
At the same time that the chant begins, the opponent enters.
Because it creates nothing more than gaps.
It's a nice development to come in ready for damage.
That sucks.
Even though it's the best you can do to support where you're likely to be disadvantaged.
I'm about to laugh.
And a mistake was made.
It's a big mistake for each other.
I took the blow of the shock across the tonfer, but the blade of the shovel ate into the tonfer and I couldn't get it out.
Which is this unfortunate for?
I don't get lost.
Get your hands off the tonfer.
Who's your opponent?
Looks like he let go of his hand too.
That's all I was throwing down my shield.
This.
It's a totally fighting hunch.
My fist must have caught my jaw.
He also had a direct blow to his belly from the knee that he then released.
But right after that, my body was beaten to the ground.
Throwed.
Probably big outside pruning.
Coming straight to solidify.
Push with your elbows around your head ears before they take your arms off.
When I went to get my left arm, I inverted my body.
No.
My legs flew in.
Are you trying to hold my head on both legs?
Is this a triangle?
Try to pull your arm out and get away before it locks.
It comes into my nostalgia like that.
The next throwing move is the inner crotch.
This guy, for sure.
You're doing judo, right?
The strike continued.
I also used hidden nails and saw them, but gave them up along the way.
Because it's hard to cope with the opponent's tricks if you keep holding your fist.
Let go of the hidden nails and release a punch in the face.
Tackle to your right foot at the same time.
I threw him in my shoulder car where I stomped.
That moment.
The opponent showed his back.
Spin your arms around your neck from behind and set up a bare strangle.
I can.
My arm stopped at the moment the lock was extreme.
My left hand is going to be peeled off as I try to turn it to the back of my head.
I'm not entirely sure.
Shit, it's a shame.
Select a spell to execute.
But the spell chant fumbled.
My locked arm was peeled off with force and a head poke was hitting me directly in the face.
"Thée!"
Stand up to each other.
Release the right straight poke.
Exchanged quotes, body drops come as they are.
I jumped over my pruning leg and inverted my body, too.
Hold the opponent's hips with both hands.
Back throw.
But the other guy won't let go of my hand again.
Rolled over each other.
I'm the one who built an advantage first.
I was able to get a mount position and hit him.
This is the only reason I lost my position.
How much difference can there be in power?
He also set up ankle moves.
But this was also peeled off by force alone.
I don't mind eating the damage.
Can't we still do this?
What time do we have left?
I can no longer tell.
It's a repetition of beatings, throws and extremes from earlier.
All the effects of Physical Enchants have already expired.
In other words, more than 15 minutes have passed.
Exactly. This is tight.
I can afford the MP bar but I can't use the spell.
No, the spell chant was finally successful.
I wish I could help you with the reversal.
"Branch Bind!"
A branch leaf stretches out of my right hand to restrain my opponent.
What do you say?
When you check how the branches cover the entire body of the opponent, select and execute the following spell:
I tried to kick someone who couldn't move.
It was approaching this way, regardless of the tangled branches.
Such impotence.
Transition to sleeping moves with branches and leaves involved.
Already.
How can we settle this?
He manages to escape his opponent's hardening and rises again.
Another beating, throwing, extremes.
There's not as much HP bar reduction as I thought because of each other's protective gear.
The critical offensive continued.
Game over! Please stop the fight!
"Game time is over, judgment has defeated"
Soon the settlement seems to have come to a verdict.
There was an info ringing in my brain announcing defeat.