Chapter 66 – Martial Arts Tournament Finals
“I finished it in another room…”
I lowered the holy mace with the holy knuckles ‘Splendid Means of Communication Mk2’ with a total of four crosses, one for each finger, and muttered that while looking down at the fallen demon.
Round of 32, Round of 16, Round of 8.
By successfully overcoming a total of three trials, he succeeded in advancing to the semifinals of the finals.
If you win only two more fights from now on, you will be able to win the long and long martial arts competition.
Instead of going straight back to my inn, I decided to watch Gav’s match, which was scheduled for the next game.
No matter what, the one with the highest chance of winning right now is that Gav, so I thought I’d do some research in advance.
‘I said it was the level of the Four Heavenly Kings.’
As Ozuma said, if he is a person of the Four Heavenly Kings level, he might be able to do it unexpectedly.
After all, I had a record of winning three of the four heavenly kings.
First, Mephisto, the haunted scarecrow, is a black magician who specializes in dealing with spirits and undead.
Of course, the overwhelming amount battle was my specialty, but unfortunately, the amount battle didn’t have much meaning against me, who was shooting wide-area skills.
In the case of Dorothea, who fought the second time, as explained before, it was due to lack of experience and pride.
From a young age, he was praised as a genius, and because he grew up receiving only praise, it turned out that he had good talent but failed to do so in practice.
If I hadn’t been the person I’d been stuck with many times, I wouldn’t have run away long ago?
And the third and final was Nick Iron, who fought yesterday.
Unlike the soft body, the body made of chrome was almost impervious to physical attacks and seemed to feel no pain. In addition, due to the mana absorbing device installed in his body, he could nullify or halve a lot of magic, so he was the Four Heavenly Kings who could only say that it was a foul play itself.
It’s a shame because I’m a wind sorcerer and I knew how to make magnets artificially.
… Coming back to the original topic,
‘Once it looked like a body type.’
In real life, what is difficult for a wizard to deal with is a avant-garde rather than the same wizard.
Since mages know each other’s attack methods and patterns well, if the aspect of the battle continues in a way that destroys them, in the case of the avant-garde class, it is mainstream to put mana on the body and charge first.
Because I know from experience that I shouldn’t give the wizard time to prepare something.
However, considering the fact that dragons are so good at handling mana that they are called masters of magic, it was difficult to conclude either way.
This is because there are so many mages in the world who have built up muscles to cover their lack of melee combat, including myself.
“Block A players enter!”
As I was sitting in the audience and looking down at the stadium, the host on the stage shouted that and pointed to one side.
It was a knight in red armor who stepped out of the deafening, hot shouts.
I couldn’t see her face, but she was probably a woman, judging by the long hair that flowed through her helm or the smooth curve of her waist.
“The red rose that bloomed on the stage! The unbreakable female swordsman! Ginger!”
Aaaaa!
Indeed, it is immensely popular.
It was clear that she was more interested in her, probably because she was one of the few female contestants in the contest.
In the case of Ozuma, who is the same female contestant and is a quarterfinalist, she usually wears a compression bandage on her chest because she looks pretty from the outside.
It was inevitable that a contestant named Ginger monopolized popularity.
Before long, it was the turn of Gav, the main reason I wanted to watch this match.
“Block player enters!”
If the demon called Ginger, which just came out, was popular with men, Gav, on the contrary, was enthusiastically cheered by men and women of all ages.
“Our eternal champion! The blue dragon that roams the sky! An invincible loser who has never stepped down from the throne in 50 years! This is Gabriel!”
“Gav! Gav! Gav!”
It seems that what I just said needs to be corrected.
Ginger’s popularity was also great, but it couldn’t be compared to that guy’s popularity.
Literally, the demons in the entire arena were shouting only one person’s name as one.
… Have you been a champion for 50 years before that?
That guy is also pretty toxic.
The two contestants stood on stage and shook hands.
Perhaps as if meeting each other, after a short silent bow toward each other, they spread a certain distance.
Eventually, after confirming that the two were ready, the referee raised the flag in his right hand above his head.
“The match begins!”
The moment he slammed the flag, both contestants moved simultaneously.
“Suck!”
It was Gav who took the lead first.
He rushed forward with light movements that did not suit his gigantic size, and struck Ginger’s breastplate with his bare hands.
Jjoong!
Despite the fact that the skin and the armor collided, there was a sound like metal colliding with each other.
Ginger, who was blown away by the impact, immediately straightened his posture and plunged the longsword in his hand into the ground.
Then, a bright red pillar rises from the arena.
At first, I didn’t know what it was, but after strengthening his eyesight with mana, it was blood.
The true identity of that female knight named Ginger was a vampire.
As the bloody flowers took over the stage, Gav immediately bent over him.
Then, a pair of skin-covered wings protruded from his back like bat wings.
Soar high in the sky
“You think you can barely avoid that much!”
However, Ginger climbs directly onto the blood column as if not to let go of him.
The plume of blood rising into the sky eventually tried to pierce the flying Gav.
However, Gav suddenly turned around and with one hand received the blood thorn that was trying to pierce his body.
“Suck!”
As the tendon caught in his left hand, the blood splinter, which looked very hard, was crushed and returned to a handful of blood.
Seeing that, Ginger swung her flamberge in succession, and Gav caught her blade with her other right hand.
He asked with a confident smile.
“Did you really think you could catch me with just this?”
“Keugh!”
When the attack of conversion goes in vain, Ginger hurriedly releases the magic that was made up of it.
Then her slender body began to fall freely to the ground, and seeing it, Gav folded his large wings and began to fall to the ground in the same way.
As her winged Gav pulled out her long nails and wielded her right arm, Ginger, barely parrying the attack with Flamberge’s blade, likewise plucked the bat wings from her back.
Just as dragons are masters of magic, vampires are also masters of transformation.
There was a time when he was called the King of the Undead because of his power that was incomparable to other undead, and his ability to transform into things like fog, bats, and wolves.
The two, who thought they were falling to the ground, spread their wings and began a full-scale air battle.
Unlike fighting on the ground, fighting in the air allowed for three-dimensional maneuvers, so it was quite interesting to see the two fight.
Every time the two collide in the air, dazzling lights bounce.
Unlike her Ginger in her red armor, her gorgeous blonde hair fluttering and plucking the thorns of her blood from her body, her Gav against her only enjoyed fighting with her naked body.
In a way, it was a very peculiar type.
It’s a dragon, but it fights using only pure physical abilities without using magic.
The messy dogfight of biting each other’s tails continued, and before long it was Ginger who plummeted to the ground first.
In contrast to Gav, who seemed to still be able to afford her stamina, she was clearly exhausted.
“…Monster, you’ve gotten stronger in the meantime.”
“Thank you for the compliment. I think you’re still a long way from defeating me.”
The two of them chatted lightly, and perhaps they read the atmosphere that it was the end of each other, and prepared for the final blow.
As she lay her flamberge’s undulating blade horizontally, drops of blood formed on it.
The blood that spread so quickly swallowed the entire blade.
Gav, on the other hand, watched the amount she did with her natural body, unprepared.
Yet,
Ginger moved first.
The moment she takes her foot off,
Spikes of blood gushing from her body, including the sword Ginger held in her hand, pressed Gav from nine directions.
It is a blow that can never be avoided.
Gav laughed amusedly at that, and held out her right fist, which she clenched lightly.
Took!
The back of her hand just touched the tip of the blade.
But just by that act, the Flamberge that Ginger was holding in her hand cracked and shattered all over her body.
Eight thorns protruding from her body were also shattered.
Ginger, whose armor had been punctured, despite her clear sword being drawn, looked at Gav blankly before collapsing behind her.
Thud!!
Compared to the development process, it was a fairly empty conclusion.
And I couldn’t help but be amazed by the technique Gav used earlier.
‘Fal-gyeong?’
Why is that here?
