Aldis's sword unilaterally attacks Kamran. Relentlessly, he clapped his arms, torso, and legs with a cling to Kamran trying to escape.
The attack gradually begins to concentrate on the lower body. Occasionally kicking, Aldis's sword was swung at his knees and sneak.
Despite how much the blade is crushed, the impact created by its weight and speed is not light. With magical strength, Kamran's legs would have been cut down long ago. But fortunately, unfortunately, or not using magic, Ardis's swords are not as powerful. With no blood flowing, Kamran's damage gradually accumulated in the invisible areas.
"Ah!"
There must have been fatigue. Finally, his knees could not support his body, and Kamran's hips fell.
Cam Ran tries to get up in a hurry. But Aldis's sword strikes his ankle.
"Guu!"
Cam Ran was overturned again and rolled over.
"Personally, I have no resentment-"
Aldis dissipated coldly as he dismissed Kamlan's legs as he tried to stand up many times.
"Let's sit until the game is over."
"What ...?"
Kamran, who couldn't immediately understand Aldis's words, finally realized his intention by being disturbed every time he tried to stand up.
An unseen judge will probably never acknowledge Aldis's victory, losing his weapons and trying to get a hit in the scrutiny.
Then that's fine. It's all about endless matches, where you can show a clear difference in power to everyone.
The longer the game lasts, the more shame Cam Rum and his supporter, Marquis Holguin, are. How the marquis' prestige would be hurt if kept mossy in this way. Even if he didn't win the match, it was a good result for Aldis.
"I'm doing moss ...?"
That's right, Aldis responded only in his heart, silently continuing to disturb Kamlan's attempt to stand up.
Each time a warrior without a weapon tries to get up, he gets in the way and gets his back again. On the other hand, the young magician on the side stands calmly with a sword in his hand and continues to sweep the warrior's legs in a casual movement, as if weeding the garden.
Fuyo Cup Who believes that this is the final battle of the kingdom's largest martial arts competition?
The sight that even children can tell at a glance which is stronger. Despite this, the referee never decides to win or lose. It was natural that complaints and abusive voices came out of the audience.
Aldis has been trying to prevent the rise of Cam Ranh without worrying about such a situation. It would have been repeated dozens of times. Eventually, Cam Ranh, who was completely disabled, stopped trying to get up.
"What happened? Do you admit losing?"
Kamran will not respond to Aldis's intentionally provocative words.
Aldis uses the belly of the sword to tap the Kamran head. It was a stupid landscape.
In the eyes of the spectators, the difference in ability will appear to be as wide as adults and children.
Kamlan no longer has the will to fight. He has no blood, but his legs are already ragged. No matter how much Aldis hasn't strengthened, and no matter how much Kamran wears armor, the number of strikes is the number of times. No wonder it's broken.
Now, as Aldis began to think about how to end it, he heard a voice of a stunned man.
"I'm sorry for that."
Not a voice from the audience seats.
When Aldis looked at the voice he heard from a close distance, he saw an unfamiliar figure behind the judge. A middle-aged man with a mustache.
"Oh, you ...!"
Dismay The judge turned behind and was visible. Apparently he is in a position above the referee.
"In this game, the thousand sword mage wins."
Aldis's victory is simply announced from what his authority is. Of course, he cannot be easily recognized as a judge.
"I don't want to be able to do anything on my own. The judgment of this match is left to the minister, so I'd like you to refrain from giving out even if you're an assistant."
The moment the referee asserts, the atmosphere of a man called an assistant changes completely. He drew a light of intimidation in his eyes, and glanced at the referee for a brutal tone.
"Are you qualified for refereeing?"
"Hit!"
The referee, under pressure from his aide, screams briefly.
Fuyo Cup "Is the referee who cannot make a fair decision worthwhile? Of course, the judge is a child. It will not be possible to erase the desire to win over fellows who have eaten and eat. In that case, it is inevitable that humans will affect it, but if you do not make a decision in the situation, it seems that you no longer have abandoned the referee's responsibilities. How many hours have passed since then and how many deadly blows have you made to the key points? "How long do I have to continue the match? Until one of them loses their lives? From when they won't win if they didn't take their opponent's life !?"
The voice of the aide is loud. The voice echoed well into the arena, which had calmed down due to the presence of an intruder who suddenly appeared.
Despite blaming the referee, the assistant clearly speaks to the audience in the arena. The aide's words were correct and at the same time spoke for the audience, who had accumulated dissatisfaction with the judges and organizers.
"Oh, that's ... that ..."
In short words, the referee glances at the seat, but there is no appearance of Marquis Holguin.
My wish, "If you are a marquis, please. I'm so hungry. He used me here."
"Nah ...! That's ..."
The referee screams more exasperated than before. Probably, the referee closed his mouth and dropped his shoulder.
"That's a thousand sword sorcerers, so excuse me. Kamran would have just obeyed the order from above. You may not know it for the mercenaries, but the command of the superior in the army is absolute. That's it. "
Hearing the word, Aldis obediently moves away from Kamran. Aldis didn't have any resentment on Kamran himself, and he was just beginning to think about how it had begun. There is no complaint if Aldis is the winner, rather than an unjust decision.
After confirming that Aldis obediently obeyed, the aide nodded lightly and extended his right hand into the sky, proclaiming it as far as his voice.
Clearly, "The match is over! The Crown Prince will decide the winner of the final match with the magician Aldis of Thousand Swords!"
Fuyo Cup At that moment, Aldis's victory was decided.
A loud cheer resembling an explosion covers the entire arena from all sides and crushes down to Aldis. The cheers continued indefinitely for the first time ever, in which the name of a non-military was engraved as the winner of the Fuyo Cup.