While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

"" Yeah, yeah!

We spoke in unison to Mr Bussler's words.

"You can't do that... Because slime can't compete in anything at all..."

"It doesn't say you can't slime anywhere to qualify. It's possible by the rules!

"No, but... it's so rare at the time of the talking slime in the first place, you might be able to keep an eye on the weird guys... You're not exaggerating to the public that your identity is slime...?

"Well..."

Slime moved slightly. What do you mean, you're hanging your neck?

"I have decided to develop the Bussler Stream Slime Fist from the motion of the slime, but it would be nice to know that I am not much of a slime figure, that is, from a monster...... Even if you're walking around the city, you're subject to extermination..."

Again, it would be difficult to get into the tournament looking like a slime. Wouldn't you not get permission in the first place?

"Ah, but thirty million. 30 million, 30 million... I want 30 million gold..."

He's going to be so sorry!

"Hopefully, I want five gigabit gold..."

Whatever you want, inflate your forehead too much!

"Okay! Take off one of my skin here!

Lycra puts her hand on her chest and stands in front of Mr. Bussler.

"I'm going to the martial arts tournament with Mr. Bussler as my 'Lycra with Slime'! The world also has the profession of eagle mason and so on, and it shouldn't be so strange!

"Oh! Thank you!

Pippin 'Mr. Bussler snapped. This seems to be an expression of joy.

"Sure, then you're going to get permission to participate. It's better to fight with a bustler in a slime."

Flattorte also seems to appreciate the proposal.

"Yes, I'm just like a convenience to join, so I'm not going to join the fight directly. And when I fight for it, it's like we're both in it."

"No, I want the money, so if I were a pinch, Mr. Lycra would fight too"

Mr. Bussler, it's sec......

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That's why Lycra, along with Mr. Bussler's slime, is going to the martial arts tournament.

I'm like Lycra's guardian too, so I accompanied her. And Flattorte also followed me to see why I was concerned about Lycra.

Having trouble being attacked by an adventurer, Mr. Bussler decided to have it on Lycra's back.

"That kid, he's sliming it on," "Pet? You look cool.

Walking around town, you're getting a lot of attention...... Well, there's no one to act with the slime.

"Registration for martial arts competitions will take place in the local guild here. Go to your guild."

Mr. Bussler speaks in a low voice so as not to be heard around him. There's not a lot of precedent for talking slime.

"I understand. If I were you, I'd be able to participate."

Even the guild was seen with strange eyes, but registration seemed fine.

"Um, sometimes you get hurt a lot, young lady, but still, okay? But you're a dragon, so I'm sure you'll be okay around here."

"Yeah, I'll fight all over my body as a slime user."

"Use slime...... That's a profession I haven't heard of... Well, even if you're all right, wouldn't that slime hurt more or something...?

"This slime is a first-class product that I have grown over the years. It's not the same as their slime."

"Yeah, but... it's slime to say it... I'm not that strong because I'm not like a beast or anything..."

"That's not true. Don't worry."

The receptionist remained half-hearted the whole time, but permission was obtained.

And the tournament began.

This martial arts tournament also has a qualifier first. With so many participants, you won't be able to compete in the real tournament without winning three times.

Me and Flattorte sit in the audience at the idle qualifying venue.

"Your husband, by the way, how do you fight in a slime state? Don't you want to be able to kick and punch if you stay like that?

"Actually, I was curious about that, too."

Mr. Bussler hasn't even done anything like special training with Lycra in particular since he slimmed away. So we haven't even seen how we fight like slimes.

"Well, as much as he called himself Martial Arts Slime. So you can fight quite a bit. At least the martial artist didn't slime."

Slime Lycra's opponent in the first round was able to fight even if he wanted to have a good skinhead physique.

So was the martial arts tournament I got out of, but isn't it a high skinhead rate?

"Is my opponent a girl... and slime? If you're kidding, you should go home. If you bump into me, the heir of Elt Road's Vajra Fist, you'll break your bones."

I'm caught up in a mysterious unique noun, but I've never heard of it at all.

"I want to fight squarely as a slime user. Best wishes!

Lycra, as always, is polite. I bowed to the dust.

The referee said, "Here we go! scream."

Mr. Bussler's slime jumped from Lycra's arm.

"Take the depths of slime use!

Between the descriptions of Lycra, Mr. Bussler jumped and approached the enemy.

A part of his body stretched out and attacked underfoot of the enemy like a whip.

Was that a kind of striking move? The enemy is out of balance and about to fall.

There, another body of slime stretched like a whip strikes!

And your opponent floats in the universe. Attack again where you're about to fall! Attack again while undefendable!

"This is a shark move, after all!

As it was, the enemy underwent a lower attack until it was no longer combatable, and the first round of qualifying ended with Lycra's overwhelming victory over Slime.

Mr. Bussler felt like a hop step jump, which fit into Lycra's arm while increasing the bouncing distance.

The referee declares Lycra's victory.

"Master, can you say that you fought this squarely...?

Flattorte came in.

"... I'm doing everything I can to defeat my enemies, so I guess it's the right thing to do professionally?