Yomigaeri no Maou

"Colour-in!!

A spear is thrust into Lulu with the voice of a wild man.

Lulu avoided the blow by shifting the orbit with his sword as he confirmed the blow firmly with his eyes.

But the man didn't think that the blow alone would stop him, either.

I don't have to think of Lulu as just a junior adventurer, a seemingly rather luxurious looking boy, but that's what I would say is necessary qualities as an intermediate adventurer to challenge the battle with all due caution.

A muscular bearded man who wields his spear like a storm in front of him but does not show fatigue.

I had seen him several times at the Adventurers Union (Guild).

On the contrary, we have had conversations.

I remember him behaving so casually and kindly towards Lulu and Illis compared to the other adventurers that I feel somewhat happy that he is fighting in the arena of the fighting tournament this way.

Again, comparing power to acquaintance seems to give you a different joy than defeating a strong man you don't know.

Lulu opened his mouth with his sword resting without alarm in an attempt to show it to his opponent.

"Can't an adventurer who's gotten to intermediate superiority be too serious about anything at all, even though he's like me, who's just a junior inferior?

In response to Lulu, who said so in a joke mix, Nero-Milos, the man in front of him, the spear man of the intermediate superior adventurer, says with a fierce and lavish grin on his face.

"Ha ha! I don't know what to say, you piece of food. I knew it. That means you're a very capable man!

I thought this man would be exalted in the battlefield, too, to that appearance, which seems to be quite enjoyable.

Though, I'm always a man of high tension for what he's worth.

He is also a muscled combat fanatic that the reason he became an adventurer is also because he is waiting to fight the strong.

In fact, its prowess is missing one of the intermediate top adventurers, enough to be told that sooner or later it's definitely going to be advanced.

You can say that the main weapons are spears and physical strengthening magic, and almost a fleshman fighting in one of them.

But to some extent nevertheless, I didn't think this man was discerning Lulu's prowess.

I didn't think for a moment that maybe he was kind or that's why, but that's unlikely because it's not just for the Lulu's that this guy is kind, it's also for other junior adventurers.

I have also witnessed many times where I do things almost like volunteering a course that brings together my family (clan) and those who didn't belong well to the party to tap into the adventurer Iroja.

I thought it was probably a favor that Lulu didn't brag about it, thinking he was somewhat strong.

"I don't know if I can live up to your expectations... but as you can guess, you're not weak. Don't you cry when you lose? Nero."

Laugh and answer such Lulu's words as well.

"I'm telling you! Apparently, it can't have prevented as many attacks as it did earlier. And this, and the mighty, is what they desire! Come on, let's go, Lulu! Nooo!!

With that said, Nero begins to wield that erected spear endlessly.

From his earlier blow, he seemed to be good at poking, but it's not like that either.

He tries to sneak off at Lulu's feet.

Naturally, it's easy to imagine being allowed to crash out of the air with a second blow if you fly and avoid it, so Lulu responded by going back a lot without doing that.

He was a craftsman who could do it because he had also spotted the spear reach, and Nero laughed at the same time as he was impressed by that lululu's disconnect.

But Nero never let the offense loose.

At first glance, unlike Lulu, Nero, who is of high height and muscular flesh, seems dull in his movements, where he is a considerable heavyweight warrior, including the armor he is wearing, as well as the spear.

But reality is different from such an imagination, he works quite brilliantly.

Nero steps in to chase the pulled back lululu, from where he doesn't even need time to snuggle until he gets in between spears, and shrugs off to cut back from the opposite as he is.

The movement had the unexpected nature of behind speed and consciousness that could never be avoided by a concurrent adventurer.

However, Lulu had enormous combat experience that lasted all the way from the Demon King era and the benefit of increased vision due to body strengthening magic that activated just a few.

It had the potential to capture Nero's disease-like movements accurately and only to allow an immediate response.

Avoid Nero's cutting back spears by deflecting his body, and Lulu attached a sword to Nero's spears so that they would not be switched again.

Nero, however, nevertheless thought it was in his interest in terms of power, to cut back again, and he put his strength into blowing the hold by Lulu's sword.

But there was a clear miscalculation there.

"... what!?

A spear that should have put its strength into Lulu's sword and couldn't leave.

This means nothing more than that Lulu's arm strength beats Nero's rigidity.

Nero, surprised by that, for a moment, stops thinking.

And there was no way Lulu could have missed such a gap in consciousness that he was indulging in his experience as the demon king of war.

Lulu leaps into Nero's nostalgia with his sword attached to his spear.

The leg strength had already been enhanced by physical strengthening magic, and Nero carried Lulu to his nostrils before returning to me.

Lulu was appearing in front of Nero when he noticed.

To that boy smiling invincibly, Nero saw himself sinking into defeat in the future a few moments later.

In fact, it's Nero, who didn't even know what was done.

But the next moment, Lulu's sword, which ran like a flash, instantly pruned Nero's consciousness and sank to the ground.

The giant man collapses with a roar on the cobblestone, and cheers from the audience on the other side of the junction watching it.

If you look at them, the settlement that has now been made in front of you is nothing more than that the dwarf has defeated the giant, and that is what makes the most exciting event, or madness, happening in the fight.

"Awesome, you!" "I will support you in this fight!" "Go up to the final!

Such a cheer from the audience releases many for Lulu.

There was some admiration for letting go, but some cannot be said to be so.

This is because there are also approved bets at the Fighting Games, and the first round of the Qualifying Round has aspects that can be described as a pre-intelligence-gathering period for this purpose.

In this match, who wins, finds their best player in the qualifying round and buys a wager.

As such, they seem weak at first sight, but strong in fact, so the contestants want to welcome them as big holes.

Of course, not everyone bets, but because of the way they enjoy it, they can praise the craziness of Lulu this time.

Lulu thinks indescribably of its reality and decides to go looking for his next prey as he waves.

As a matter of fact, all four badges have already been collected, including my own, where I got Nero's badge.

They saw Lulu and convinced him he was weak, because other junior adventurers were attacking him and looking back.

So there's one more badge requirement for Lulu.

Maybe the last one can fight the stronger one.

With that in mind, Lulu runs through the city waving at the audience that cheers him on.

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"What the... what the heck!!

Three magician flashy boys and girls are running to stay away from something (...) at all costs, exactly as they are described, such as as as a shedding.

Probably a junior adventurer, poor ministers and young ladies.

What the hell is behind them like that?

An audience outside the junction stares at the streets all over the city, the battlefield of qualifying, thinking so, but there's nothing there.

What the hell are they trying to escape from?

In the first place, they were contestants in the tournament because they were wearing badges on their chests, and more than that, it should have been someone who was likewise a contestant in the tournament who could be considered an enemy.

But even so, the way it escapes is unusual.

It's rare to say that no matter how strong you meet someone, you run away in such a frightened manner.

That's what I came across, unless that's what I mean.

The audience, wondering, can't keep an eye on them.

Because I can't wait to see what they're so attached to.

It was surprisingly one girl who, after a while, appeared where they had stopped their legs, reaching the limits of their strength, not so old as they were.

There's no such thing as a strange philosophy, a luxurious, quiet look, such a girl who can be called a lady.

The smile that floats has an object, such a girl who never seems to need to escape in a shape that looks as if she has preceded a dragon because she has preceded her.

If there is only one thing to mention, is that she is exceptionally beautiful?

Silver hair shaking in the wind saggy to stroke her bare skin even as if it were a doll, what accidental quirks worked, the creation of an overly realistic face, and red drawn seductive lips that terribly accentuate her impression like that.

It was not a normal beauty.

It was a magical thing that swallowed and fascinated everything, even charismatic.

Could it be that the three magician-style girls fled frightened by that amazing beauty of hers?

The audience thinks about that.

And I shook my head that that couldn't be happening.

This is the venue for the martial arts tournament and we are in the middle of a qualifying round.

It is not a place for beautiful women to compete for their beauty.

It's not beauty here, it's strength that's worth it, and you don't have to run away because of how much beauty you've been presented with before you.

We will also honor our strength here over our beauty, he said.

And I think.

If so, does that beautiful girl mean that that silver-haired daughter is far stronger than those three girls who are now sifting their legs and relative as they seem to escape?

I wonder if you're strong enough to give me that much fear.

Then show me that.

Here and now.

Show us that strength.

The audience thought that.

And that enthusiasm fills the place and changes the air.

The three girls looking at the silver-haired girl in fright also seemed belly-up that there was no other way here than to fight out of strength.

Set up a magical medium wand and start chanting each with eyes ready to be sad.

The most basic magical chant for a magician.

It is an extremely easy to understand and easy sorcery of spherical and flying attributes.

Instead, however, all waste was avoided, so it was the basic magic that should be said to surpass all other magic in all of the activation speed, difficulty of control, and magic conversion rates.

The three boys and girls each release their separate attributes towards a silver-haired girl.

The boy burns red, solidifies the flame.

One girl has a ball of compressed water that shines blue.

And the last girl has a spherical wind that's going to tear everything apart.

Each sorcery, perhaps with the effect of being placed in an extreme state, killed to the silver-haired girl with the highest magic conversion efficiency and precise control in their lives.

No matter how elementary magic is, its destructive power can easily be made possible, such as killing a human being.

If you take a direct hit, you won't be safe unless you're strengthening yourself.

Even if you were strengthening your body, it can't be intact.

That much destructive power was the reason I called the sorcerer in charge of firepower.

And the magic that killed the silver-haired girl does hit that girl, filling the area with water vapor and sand smoke along with the sound of the explosion to completely block her sight.

It was a phenomenon caused by the sand blown up by the magic of the wind and by the collision of water magic and fire magic.

"... Now...!!

When one of the trio of magicians muttered so much and was convinced of victory.

The veil that blocked my vision was blown away by something.

Before such a question arose as to what had happened and who had paid, the fact given before the boys and girls could only be described as despair.

"... Is this it?

The girl who murmured so in Rin's voice - Iris stood there smiling unharmed and in front of them.