The magic that seemed to overwhelm many players in the qualifying round, Santana prevented without a scratch. From the audience, she also helped the community to react with fear to tremble, cheering and applauding for just surpassing the previous game.
Santana was lending a hand to a plum on her knees.
"Don't you dare, I didn't think the elves could move this far. The last magic also cooled the liver."
Plum grabbed and stood up in the hand honestly offered.
"I'll say it often. I didn't think you'd be able to protect me from the front, and no scratches. I'm gonna lose confidence."
When he stands up, Pram pays off the dust on his clothes and takes Santana's hand again and shakes it. Plum's face was somewhere clean for being prevented from doing all the magic he could.
"Winner Santana! A big round of applause again to the two who fought a brilliant battle!!
When the announcement prompted me, I again applauded the way we honored each other's good fight. When they thanked the audience, they returned to their respective modem rooms.
The stage was devastated by the magical explosion of Plum. As a result, frequent breaks will be taken, during which time the staff will carry out repairs. It was an unexpected break, but each of the two who refrained from the next game had their eyes meditated and concentrated in the modest room.
The two games so far had shown great excitement, and an unplanned break had been made, but I couldn't even feel the impact from the look on the faces of the two people who went up on stage. The two gaze has been bumping into each other since the moment they got up on stage, and they glance at each other as they go straight to the center of the stage.
"You've come up with this a lot."
Tobain said that to look down at Gargis.
"You're the one who always hid behind your father and you came out today. I'll only admit that courage."
Gargis didn't even care what Tobain told him, and he returned it that way. Tobain heard it and had a strong anger in his expression.
"Today's the day I'm gonna make you crawl."
Tobain said all that while suppressing his anger, he turned his back and distance himself from Gargis. Gargis shrugged his shoulder without saying anything back and went opposite Tobain to distance himself.
The announcer signals the start when he confirms that the two of them are at a distance.
"So, the final game of World War I. Gargis VS Tobain, start the game!!
Since the first fight in the two qualifying rounds, this game will be prolonged because they had a similar style of combat and their strength was real. Yeah, everybody expected that. That was the same for Aotearoa, but the anticipation was to be greatly overshadowed.
The two ran out with signals of initiation, hitting in the center as they were. Heavy and loud sounds echoed the venue as if a large rock and rock had been bumped. Much of the audience accidentally meditates on the sound and its impact, holding back their ears. Those who did not miss it were to know the consequences one step ahead.
"but Gargis......"
Tobain collapsed as he called Gargis's name at the end.
"What!? Is that settled?
The announcement was unable to grasp the situation for a moment. Gargis spreads his hands wide, and if you look at this situation, you know what I mean. and appealed to the entire venue.
"Keh, looks like a settlement! Winner Gargis!! It was an instant event but it is a victory for Gargis players!!
After the two of them bumped into each other, the venue was quiet but cheered back to trigger a voice communicating the announcement's settlement.
We were both thinking the same thing and aiming for a one-strike must-win, putting the power of the whole body into the first blow. Running out at the same speed, acceleration was only slightly above Tobain. However, Gargis was winning in terms of his good, slicing, choking, and physical use, and the moment he bumped into him, he punched and flushed Tobain's fist, releasing a counter blow to Tobain's chest.
In cheer, the medical team was transported to the infirmary rather than under the tickling Tobain. Gargis looked at it with a chilling glance.
"You haven't changed for a long time, that's why you don't always reach me."
That's what I said. Gargis had his left shoulder under control. It was Gargis who took Tobain's blow, but it was because he was inevitably plundering his shoulders.
Now the first round is over and the cards for the semifinals have been decided.
Match One: Rayshaw VS Gray
Match II: Santana VS Gargis
It showed the fall of Tobine, son of S-rank adventurer Carlos Martial Officer Ingard, who was said to be the winning candidate, which greatly overshadowed the expectations of many predictors.
Ingard, who was watching in the VIP audience, was not surprised that his own son lost.
"Again, not suitable for Gargis,"
Ingard had acknowledged the talent of his own son, but more than that of Gargis, who, in addition to his further talent, did not fail in his efforts.
"Hmm, this turned out pretty funny. The only thing left from the Knights is Santana. And Gray's next opponent is from the A-rank Adventurer's Rayshaw, which sounds like a decided win. Loudred, don't do much sorta."
Having heard the king's words, Loudred covers his face with his right hand.
"Come on, hey, that's fun. Ingard, what do you say? Who do you think will win?
Ingard often thinks about it and then starts talking about his predictions.
"Right, I think Lord Grey will win if we keep this up. Gargis, who defeated my son, and Santana, are also quite powerful, but I feel something bottomless from him. I'm sorry, but Lord Rayshaw is significantly inferior to the other three."
"Don't be more authentic when Ingard says it. Yeah, that's right, Rude. Looking forward to it."
Roudred was even more headached by the two words.