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

The qualifying two games after that felt similar, and Mr. Bussler repeated his tactic of attacking the lower section and letting it float and deciding to continue to make the offense in the meantime.

The opponents of WW3 and others already knew they were going to make this attack, so I knelt down from the start and prepared for the attack, but...

"Ugh... in slime, I don't know where my feet are in the first place! I can't even read the signs!

That's right...... By and large, do you have enough concepts? I hear Mr. Bussler hurt his back, so maybe he has legs.

With no defense left, that opponent has a light lower strong kick? was feeding on.

"What, that athlete..." "That's an unprecedented genre..." "Nova appearance?

People like martial arts tournament maniacs sitting in the audience were talking about that. Oh, my God, because it's the style of letting the person do it all slime without a fight at all. Probably not a martial artist.

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We rendezvoused later, but Mr. Bussler seemed quite thrilled and was moving that body. I just don't talk much in public though.

"'I got a solid slime-like attack today. I was able to get out before I could rest, without falling back. I want to keep up with this tomorrow,' Mr. Bussler said."

Lycra is in the process of interpreting.

"Is that a slime-like attack...... By the way, what about dinner? You can't have a normal meal if you look like slime, can you?

"'In preparation for tomorrow, I want to go to bed early today and get in condition. We can do everything we can, one fight at a time,' Mr. Bussler said earlier."

"It's a good word, but even if they say it in the shape of a slime, it's not as convincing as it sounds..."

Once that day, I left Mr. Bussler in slime condition at the inn and went out to dinner.

Mr. Bussler apparently absorbed nutrition from the dust in his room and the sand on the side of the road. If you feed it as a human being, it would only be abuse, but it wouldn't matter because the person is doing it. I think there is no resistance because the original is slime.

The outsider, I was not particularly nervous and slept very normally in the bed of the inn. I wasn't sure if Mr. Bussler was nervous enough to sleep, because he was slimy. You'll be used to the tournament, and I think you slept.

And on the day of the main election.

Thirty-two tournament fights. The audience is also full on this day. Most of them are the first people to see slime use today.

When Lycra, who is supposed to use slime, appeared, the venue was deflected today. "What, that..." "There's a slime..." "What if the slime doesn't knock you over in the main body or you're the one who's gonna be resurrected forever?

No, there's no such thing as a boss character.

Even in this day's tournament, Mr. Bussler was vicious. Anyway, he makes a projection that he doesn't know if it's a tentacle or a whip, launches a lower attack, and where the opponent is out of balance, he attacks intensively and KO.

If this were a qualifier, they'd absolutely hate it, but if you're into winning, that's the right tactic. If this is the case, you won't lose first.

It should be noted that behind that, Lycra has an Olympic athlete's sense of coaching as she arms up and watches Mr. Bussler still. No, I think it would be strange to coach Slime or something, but that kind of air was out there.

"After all, who is that girl?" "Are you a Dragon because you're growing horns?" "Then it wouldn't be stronger to fight for yourself?

You're right.

or so, Lycra would not have been willing to do an arms test at this martial arts tournament.

Perhaps if Lycra really meant it, she wouldn't win in a contest like this. What a dragon...

But that's the real tournament. Finally, there are players out there who can withstand Mr. Bussler's offense.

The opponent was a shorter Dwarf player.

"Hmm! The lower guard is not good at washing!

That dwarf is small, so it's really easy to prevent even if they're after your feet. Pattin ', pattin' on Mr. Bussler's attack like a whip with a hairy hand.

"Whoa, there's nothing Bussler can do about this either. Well, I wonder what Bussler will do."

Flattorte watches the game purely flat, as the name suggests.

Lycra had a face about what to do too, but it's only Mr. Bussler who fights.

Then the whip-like part of Mr. Bussler's slime stretched long at once and circled all the way right behind the dwarf.

So, I rolled out the lower kick from behind.

"No, there is!," Dwarf exclaimed, "but I know how you feel. You don't think your body will grow so much or anything......

All you have to do is attack where you're out of balance again with a series of lower kicks. Where Dwarf declared gibberish, the shark move ended.

"That slime use, it's outrageous..." "I haven't thought of anything but winning a battle..." "Ali by the rules, but a little..." "You're a ghost of battle..." "He looks cute, he's outrageous..."

Isn't Lycra's reputation getting worse? Well, it's not broadcast nationwide on TV, and I know the impact is known, but is this okay...

"Master, you seem concerned that Lycra's popularity is going to drop, but you don't have to worry about that."

Flattorte has spoken out to reassure me.

"Because I will fight as thoroughly as Flattorte goes to the martial arts tournament. I don't do anything out of hand to get popular, and I'd rather be glad to hear you say you're a ghost of battle."

"Ah..."

If you ask me, yes. Lycra is highly conscious anyway. The primary goal is to enhance yourself, and how others see you is second to none.

Even if Lycra really used the slime and gave an attack order to the slime, it would make them do the same.

"I knew it was the same dragon. Flattorte, you know Lycra very well."

When I put it this way, Flattorte turned a blind eye as if he couldn't do it.

"That lycra is just simple..."