Cheat Majutsu de Unmei wo Nejifuseru

The coins dance through the universe, the nerves are sharpened and the scenery around them looks like slow motion.

As the coin falls to the ground and the hard sound echoes, I initiate sorcery.

"[Physical strengthening/polar" stirrups "]"

Activated witchcraft is the reach point of witchcraft that strengthens physical abilities [Body Strengthening/Polar "Kishimi"].

Remove the brain limiter to draw more power than the limit.

In addition, it is a powerful magic technique that concentrates only on the muscles running on it and over-extends and strengthens physical abilities.

Originally, the magic used in the last hand, or ultra-short showdown, is used from the beginning. If this rank difference doesn't work, I can't fight it.

From all over the body rises the light of magic and the light of protection that heals the broken body.

I'll set up my sword and wait for Cranell.

"Civilians, I've looked into you. You sound like a spear man. Are you a spear man? Are you a gladiator?"

"Sure, I'm a spear man. Sword arms are inferior to spears. But that's enough for your opponent."

Compared to a spear, my own arm is immature, and the sword itself is inferior to a spear in an interpersonal battle.

Most importantly, the sword is slightly more advantageous if it specializes in defense.

"I'll make them regret it soon enough."

Cranell packs the distance at an incredible speed.

There are few gaps and the counter is not easy to target.

"Yes!"

Receive the cut from the upper section of the cranels by shaking them up.

[Physical strengthening/polarity] That's why I was able to accept it as long as I could.

We'll stick together as it is. Even if conceptual attack and defense cannot be overridden, only muscle strength and speed are capable of filling in quite a few differences.

"That's a muscle strength I don't think rank one. I can see how unscrupulous the magic enhancements are. You're clever, civilians."

"It's an honor to compliment you. But can I just say,"

"Huh. I'll admit I'm clever. But I'm not all I've got yet."

Cranell's magic swells.

Yes, I took off my brain limiter and concentrated my magic on a single point, and finally, it only becomes the equivalent of a cranell that hasn't been fortified, just a little fortified with magic and it squashes me.

However………

"What!?

The moment Cranell puts his power into it, I pull out my strength, and then I angle my sword, and I let it flow, and I open my body.

That alone upsets Cranell at the front.

"First, one"

I rolled around behind my back and nearly touched Cranell's neck, stopping my sword inches.

The reason I stopped the inch is because I can't do any damage when I hit it.

In the battle against rank 2 seniors, a thin skin was damaged by a full-fledged attack, but making a big attack on Cranell opponents or breaking the balance with a hit shock would result in death.

This way, I can do nothing more than spiritual shaking.

"Civilians, this is not a game. It's a duel. You're licking inches."

"I'm putting on an archery. I just want you to thank me."

"You!"

Cranell wields his sword as he sifts his back fist.

I take a step back. Cranell's sword is a piece of paper, passing in front of his face, pushing him back to pay for that sword's back with his own sword.

Then Cranell's sword gained more momentum than he thought, his sword shook off, and again he lost his balance.

And now, he waved his sword down from the front and inched his sword in front of his forehead full of gaps.

"The second one. Good for you. If it's the same rank, this is the second time you've died."

"Hey, you!

Cranell restarts the attack in an exaggerated manner. It's a basically loyal attack.

I can see the level of basic abilities that he has built up by not building up a lot of training.

However, as long as [physical strengthening/polarity] persists, it is possible for me to do so without greed.

See Anne's there.

Watch my behavior closely. Looks like he's burning both Cranell's sword muscle and my technology to the eye.

What I'm showing you now is a soft sword. Do not push with force and wait for the enemy's sword, wrap it softly, and control the flow of power to create a gap.

Understanding the fulcrum of power and always creating a favorable attitude fills the muscle force difference.

Most importantly, without [physical strengthening/polarity], even if we create a favorable attitude, we will be pushed out.

And I make a gap in the lookout. Inviting is one-handed poking. Faithful to the basics, Cranell follows the gap accurately.

He shook his head with one hand toward his face, took an outstretched hand, and carried one. Cranell hasn't been able to react at all to a move that's too disturbing.

The opponent's body is flowing forward, regardless of muscle strength difference. I won't even tolerate the fact that a perfectly packed one carries a stomp.

It sounds flashy and Cranell's body hits the stone ring from his back.

He takes off his sword, little, no damage, but how surprised he was. Karan Karan and his sword roll as he makes a noise.

I tell him to stick a sword in his nose.

"Third bottle."

The audience is boiling.

Cranell dyes his face red in too much shame.

I laughed and showed him.

Then, fly backwards and distance, releasing [body strengthening/pole].

Time's up.

I have no more magic or protection.

Looking only at the results, Cranell is intact, and I've lost most of my magic and protection.

"You can pick up the sword. I'll wait for you."

I can hear a mockery leaking from the audience to Cranell.

Cranell gets up and grips his fist. Even though, the face that was red dyes even more red.

"Damn it, dude!!

He shouts at the sky.

Long, long shouts, the audience quietly returns.

But when the scream was over, he walked up to the sword, picked it up, and set it up, as if nothing had happened with his possession looking like it had fallen.

"My head's cold. You seem to be provoking me, but you don't. That would be your purpose."

"Come on, I wonder."

"Admit it, civilians, your sword arm is clear. Sure, stronger than me."

"Thanks for that. If you find that out, will you admit me as Anne's master?"

"I can't do that. I can't allow Annelotta to have a man like you. Besides, I admitted the sword arm, but I hate you."

First class swordsmen, therefore, if we meet, we understand the difference in strength.

Until now, Cranell has just hit me with anger and hatred, but now he has seen a slight respect.

No matter how bad his character, I guess he was a swordsman.

"You admit to losing with the arms of your sword and you still do it?

"I'm the one who wins even if I lose with the arm of the sword. Civilians, you stopped because it's no use guessing. Then it would be the idea that you should stop inching and invite upset. Originally, [Divine Spear] said that to win, you showed off in the entrance exam. We need to pinpoint those big moves and hit the steeple. But I don't give you that kind of gap. No, that's not even necessary. Just close your eyelids and you won't beat me. That's the difference in rank."

"Well, I guess so."

Exactly, Feirate's son. It's a sober analysis.

It would be impossible to deal with this man and steep the [Divine Spear].

Here, it was still easy to do, if you're going to be drastically elevated.

"I just need to keep sifting my sword without making gaps. That way, sooner or later, you'll be out of magic and you won't be able to make up for your physical abilities, and you won't be able to take it or take it. I'm sorry, but let me crush it."

"Well, if you fight as a swordsman, you'll do as I said. Have you noticed? When I took the third bottle. It was just two minutes ago. I'm not a swordsman anymore."

Yes, Anne's time to study is over now.

So all you have to do is smash it down as a magician.

I deform my sword into a ring and wrap it around my arm. Become a stick that doesn't even stand.

Is it because you recognized my prowess as a swordsman? Cranell doesn't look alarmed or chronic when he shows a blatant gap so far.

I'm just gonna run the shortest distance and pack the distance.

"Yes!"

And what was shown was Cranell's beautiful, straight down swing.

Without a weapon and without standing, I can't take it anymore or avoid it.

A screaming voice begins to spread from the audience.

However………

"I told you. I'm a magician."

The moment Kranel's Mithril sword touched my head, it melted.

The fluidized misrill then sticks to Cranell's face and flows into his nostrils and mouth. It's not easy to plug your nose or mouth, but more and more dive into your throat and back of your nose to fill the airway itself.

"Ngu, Ngu, Ngu"

Cranell panics without breathing and pulls the misrill, but the misrill of the fluid slips through the finger, and the misrill of the fluid into the back doesn't hold the finger.

As it is, you will lose your mind due to lack of acid.

"What the Seeker needs is insight. Damn, I showed him the misrill deformity, and you didn't think that the misrill you were using wouldn't be manipulated? That's your sweetness. The idea only belongs to the swordsman. Your battle is deceptive."

Yes, [Magic Silver Smelting] is not the only subject of my possession of Mithril. The moment you touch my body, even if it's an enemy weapon, I can manipulate it.

Additionally, iron, copper, gold, orihalcon, but I can operate.

Unless you have more metal manipulation skills than I do, every metal won't hurt me, and there is no swordsman in this world who excels in metal manipulation than I do. Hence [Swordsman Killing]. I was once feared by that alias.

The only exception is Anne's mythical weapon, like Kvar Beste. I just can't control what I don't know about the material.

"You always said I didn't have the strength to win, but that was a mistake. If there is a difference in rank, it is almost impossible to defeat it with a trauma, but it is not necessary to focus on the trauma. Thus, if you hold your breath, you can defeat him. No matter how much you rank, people can't live if you can't breathe. Of course, there are other means. You overrated your rank."

To make Anne and Kuna listen, raise their voices.

In fact, this is how Cranell suffers.

"Mm-hmm, uh-uh."

I feel an explosive increase in magic power from Cranell.

Finally, have you come up with a magical power to blow up a misrill?

"Ha, ho, ho"

The excessive infusion of magic had blown the misrills that were sticking to Cranell's face. Cranell's nose is crushed and his throat is slit.

"Well, I thought that was it, but don't hang in there unexpectedly."

I laugh. If this doesn't make you fall, let's just expose one more hand tag.

The light of protection began to heal the wound, but Cranell, who was about to become acid deficient, was desperately breathing in. Completely defenseless.

So Cranell didn't notice my move.

Pack the distance with seismic legs that step strongly into the ground. Rolling out of it is the palmar floor that twists the whole body and applies the force of the whole body's muscles in a spiral motion.

The moment my palm bottom touches Cranell's misrill chest, there is an explosion that rocks the atmosphere and Cranell's body is blown away as if it were a bullet.

Cranell's body stepped out of the ring and plunged into the audience wall.

"Yes."

The last time Cranell lost consciousness of the word.

"[Exhilarating," Quick and Clear "]"

I give the name of my moves strictly.

Motivation is the technique of impacting through the inside of an object.

Of course, that alone cannot harm the clannel protected by the protection.

The seed of magic is my magic power to shock and my temper.

When purifying the demon stone, I walk with the removed temper absorbed by the black balls. I used that temper.

This time, ten pieces of median demon stone were used. Because that's the perfect amount to zero his protection. If I use any more grudge, I'll just kill you with grudge.

Synthesize your temper with my magic powers and pour it into your body with impact.

The force of protection is consumed to resist the impatience flowing into the body, and the impact of the magically enhanced palm bottom destroys the body as it is.

I broke three ribs in my hand.

This is the real trump card for the vs. high rank.

It's coated with my magic, so if you just look from the outside, you won't be tempted.

"Don't feel bad."

I run all the way to Cranell's place, swinging my sword up.

He totally lost his cover. Evidence of this is that the light of protection has not risen to heal the broken ribs.

Wounds with lost protection cannot be healed if the protection is restored. Because the force of protection is the power to return to normal. Recognize the wounds that were already sustained when the reinforcement returned, that the reinforcement was originally in that state.

If you pass out or abstain from winning or losing a duel, this is the right time for an accident.

Here, if you get the upper hand, Anne's victory is certain.

I sympathize. But I'm not sweet enough to forgive my enemies.

I arrived at the position where the sword reaches, and I wave the sword down.

However………

"It's too much. We need to get there. It won't be a clean duel."

My sword, the red-haired girl... was taken by Senior Yuri with her sword.

"What imitation, Senior Yuri"

"You're right. The pursuit of a disoriented opponent was not praised as a knight, and thanks to the protection, the audience is unfamiliar with blood. You shouldn't look too shocked. Like you tried to do, cut off one arm."

Senior Yuri laughing.

"Right. I didn't realize I was losing my mind. Thank you for stopping me."

"Yeah, because you were losing your mind when you crashed into the wall. I'm in battle, and I can't help but notice."

"The referee! Oh, no referee, shall I declare otherwise?"

Senior Yuri grabs my right hand and puts it up.

"Winner, Sauge! That's the second big meal I've had since the other day!

In that word, the audience boils.

Disappointment and disappointment of the officials of Ferrathe. The anger of what lost the bet, the joyous voice of what won the bet.

Then, from the audience in a hurry, someone he knew changed his blood phase. He's a seriously injured man who lost his protection. If left alone, you could die.

I exhale long breaths. Senior Yuri's interruption hurt.

Let's do it because we've met our minimum goals. I showed Anne Cranell's sword muscle, and my movements set an example.

After taking Cranell's sword of love, the broken ribs after losing the protection cannot heal even where the protection has recovered. It takes a month to recover normally.

For a month, the blank caused by the sword not touching the summary will weaken Cranell.

"Sauges, Forgotten Things"

Senior Yuri throws me Cranell's sword, which he has lost.

"That's yours now."

"Thank you, Senior Yuri."

"You're welcome."

Senior Yuri disappears.

As always, that's where I don't know.

From out of my sight, I can't believe I accomplished both in time to shelter Cranell and in my ability to take my sword in an impossible position. I remember an unprecedented battle with her that was possible.