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

The mysterious slime-user Lycra, who wasn't noticed at all until before the tournament (because it didn't exist in the first place), went on to win endangered and finally make it to the finals.

You also became popular as you won, "Lycra, come on -!" I can also hear you. Overall, there are many men's voices.

Apparently, not only does it mean she's an unrelenting slime user, but it also made sense that Lycra is a beautiful girl.

When this happens, it's cash, "That cool place is cool," "'cause you didn't do anything against the rules. If anyone complains about that, that's weirder," the shark moves were also affirmed. The anxiety that Lycra is badly told is gone.

After all, East and West now, cute means strong. If a person with the same appearance had used the same slime just to look at it now, his absolute reputation would be worse.

"The Bussler guy, I'm sure the semi-finals are confirmed, and I'm happy for you. You'll get a lot of money."

Flattorte buys something like fried chicken from the store and talks with a pinch.

"Oh, even semi-finals make money."

"But sometimes that relaxation can lead to a loss. When it comes to the finals, the enemy should be able to do quite a bit of it."

Until the finals, if it's a framing move at this rate, it's boring.

And it was time for the finals.

Lycra or Mr. Bussler's enemy was a full-body full-plate swordsman.

"The eagle calls for blood stained armor, the strongest swordsman in this state, Dom Remi! Degree of slime attack, helpless in front of this expensive armor! Oh, my God! Assuming it does, the armor is too heavy to float in a lower attack! Hence, it is impossible to float with a kick, kick where you are defenseless and make another series of attacks float!

The audience also says, "Well, I'll be fine if I don't" and "This is a pinch of slime." No, there's something else besides shark moves.

"Moreover, this martial arts tournament, the use of blades is forbidden, but any attack is possible besides the contestants themselves! In other words, the slime can be attacked with a steel sword, not a wood sword! What do you say, Pinch?

Whew... This, Mr. Bussler, will hurt you badly if you suck...

"Come on, what will Bussler do?"

"Mr. Bussler is only a martial artist, isn't he? Then you'll have to roll out punches and kicks to fight. I don't think the basics will change."

Something tells me that all the consecutive lower kicks are really noticeable, but it's finally up to me because I'm damaging my enemies with kicks, and that's where I'm supposed to be working out in my daily training.

"Even at the martial arts tournament I competed in, Mr. Bussler should have fought decently, about as much as he told me he wanted to be an apprentice, and I'm serious as a martial artist. Shut up about the money, though."

"So you can finally see Bussler's essence as a martial artist. Now, let me take a good look."

Yeah, I guess I haven't really even figured out my strengths until now.

It's a good opportunity to see how strong Mr. Bussler has become by becoming a Belzebub apprentice.

While an enemy swordsman named Domlemi waved a messy tongue, Lycra and Mr. Bussler would not speak in silence. Lycra remains as armed as ever.

You mean you've already decided what to do?

The referee announces the start of the game.

Mr. Bussler jumps a little and stops by the armored swordsman.

I'm not sure how to travel, but I'm packing my distance, so I'm willing.

Everyone spits and watches if it will be a fierce battle.

"Use the slime, I'm sorry, but your slime, I'm gonna cut you in two! Oh, my God!"

Armored swordsman Domlemi waves down his sword.

Pim.

Also, Mr. Bussler's slime jumped along with the sound of some weakness and avoided this.

No, this is not evasion.

Keep going, stick it in the armor.

"Assault! I'm still a martial artist!

I raised my voice unexpectedly, too.

But things were a little strange.

When the body of that slime shifts, it enters through a gap in the armor.

"That, that...? What, this..."

Eventually, around the time Slime's body was completely invisible, the Armored Knight suffered.

"Ugh... my breath... my breath... but..."

The Armored Knight fell as it was.

And from the gap in the armor, again, Mr. Bussler's slime emerged as he deformed his shape just fine.

While the referee was flabbergasted, he declared Lycra victorious. Accompanied by cheers from the venue.

"I see. Bussler probably snapped into the knight's face, making him breathless. It's a brilliant operation win."

Flattorte looked like she'd do it, but I wasn't convinced.

"Martial arts, it doesn't matter!

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Ten days later, returning to his human appearance, Mr. Bussler came to the house on the plateau, dressed like he would have done so. It also has some kind of expensive fur around its neck.

"No, that verse was taken care of by Mr. Lycra. Thanks to you, I made quite a bit of money. Oh, this is boring, but it's a sterling silver spoon set. If you don't mind, give it to me. Ha-ha-ha."

"As a martial artist, you're too secularly stained!

Lycra, on the other hand, is no different than usual and looks serious.

"Mr. Bussler, could you hang out with the special training again?

"Ah, but I also brought a fancy assortment of fruits, so how about some tea while you eat that? Let's do the special training in about five minutes."

No! Your expression's already pointing the way. You don't look like it!

"I have a motto." Seek gold, and you will have the strength. "

"Even if you say it sounds cool, it sucks!

If Lycra tries to apprentice Mr. Bussler, we'll do everything we can to stop him then...