Inferior Magic Swordsman: Using the Skill Board to Become the Strongest

"I'm the guy!

Speak louder and draw the attention of your enemies.

"The enemy was still gnawed at the sudden appearance of permeability.

In that gap, the penetration separated several nearby "enemies" from the upper and lower bodies.

When Dosha sounded damp, the remaining enemies regained me.

"Gee gah!!"

"The enemy regarded penetration as the top enemy of the crusade." The nagging chills at the enemy's intentions to kill.

"Ki, are you..."

I heard a high voice from behind me.

Turning around, a swordsman with a long sword was watching the permeation and solidifying.

He suddenly showed up with a weapon, so he must have been surprised.

Permea thinks so and speaks with as gentle a voice as possible.

"Can you protect yourself?

"Oh, oh."

"I'll take them all down as much as I can, so please take over the overflowing enemy."

"Ma, wait! You are..."

I didn't hear the knight's voice until the end, and the permeation hit the "enemy" with all my might.

Earlier, the feeling of slashing and abandoning the enemy showed that the permeation was never defeated by the enemy.

As Lid said his memory was "weakest."

Then why not multi to one?

How far would my powers work?

With that thought in mind, Toru waved the [Devil's Sword] with all his might.

- Shh.

[Demon Sword] tore the torso of the enemy without a sound.

"The blood sent out by the enemy's heart blows up momentum.

Blown up blood stirred in the air and turned into red smoke.

I can't stop just cleaving one.

Two, three, and the "enemy" that lies ahead were also turned into two.

Drop it. Something raw and warm came down on the permeable body.

Without confirming what it is, Turbo continues to wave the [Devil's Sword].

Did you think the penetration was inappropriate? "The enemy has set a target for the swordsman.

"The enemy has moved in an attempt to circle through the penetration.

"Whoa, whoa!!"

Here again.

Permeation inhibited the action of the enemy.

Slash, poke, snap, kick.

Avoidance, inversion, discrepancy.

Quickly cleaved from the close one, and the far one kicked the pebble on the ground.

The pebble hit him. "The enemy rolled on the spot with an ugly face.

The body moved as the transmission imagined, further beyond imagination.

Using only your willingness to fight as a motive, the permeable body defeats the "enemy".

When I waved the [Devil's Sword] at the "enemy" on the right, the "enemy" was hitting me from the left.

The permeable body calmly deals with the attack.

In anticipation of the moment when he shook up, the osmosis held down the "enemy" hand with his empty hand.

The penetration was not strong enough, but "the enemy's hands stopped perfectly in the upper stages.

If you attack before you gain momentum, you can complete it with a small amount of force. The perfect timing could be determined only by taking into account the penetration. Thanks to my skills.

"Without waiting for the enemy to react, the osmosis swirls. I mowed my neck off with [Demon Sword].

The permeable body twitches and burns.

"Ha!

In the middle of the fight, the permeation, laughed.

I couldn't help but have fun with my body moving the way I thought up to this point.

Permeation is now in his own hands, taking other lives.

But there was no resistance, no mercy.

This is the other world, Aalgardo.

"Surrounded by a flock of enemies, life is important. Even if you make such a fool of yourself, this life will be taken.

Now it's time to take your life or it's time to take it.

Slash him, poke him, snort him, kick him,

Take one life after another.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Breaking the limits of concentration.

Adrenaline creates pleasure.

More, more, the permeation laughed.

Laughing, "I kept knocking down my enemies.

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Estelle, an adventurer surrounded by a large group of goblins, did not know how to accept the sight in front of her.

In front of me, an unrecognizable boy is fighting a goblin.

The boy's strength was overwhelming.

A touch of armor sleeve if about goblin. Don't give anything away.

The request Estelle received this time in the Adventurer's Guild was a crusade of goblins coming out of the woods.

If you take down five, you can clear it, it's a standard request in the E-rank.

Among the crusade requests you can receive in the Adventurer's Guild, Goblin is less challenging than competing for first and second place.

It is a good opponent to say the weakest demon, but it is also a wall demon for those who experience crusades for the first time.

I have the habit of making herds and have a head with some wisdom going around.

If you lick it because it's smaller than a human, you get paid back.

Nevertheless, Estelle has some strength.

It was a demon that could be defeated with as much room as a goblin.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

The request was about the 'Crusade of the Five Goblins on the Street', but if I opened the lid, countless goblins occupied the streets.

I ran into a group, but I'm not just going to get hit. Estelle tried to escape as she slammed her inadvertently approaching goblin with a love sword.

But some goblins threw.

"Knock..."

The stone thrown hit his body and Estelle groaned small at the pain.

The damage was small, but powerful enough to take away health.

Estelle's escape slowed down gradually and she was surrounded lightly before reaching the city.

When I was surrounded by goblins, I was prepared to never return alive again.

Estelle is also an adventurer. I'm so ready to lose my life. I'm also going to fight you until that moment when your life burns out.

But still, my body trembled helplessly.

Goblin lifted the stick of his hand.

The next moment.

A boy who suddenly appeared instantly cut off the upper body of several goblins.

"- Become!?"

Normally, the crusade of a group of goblins can be carried out from E in the Adventurer rank. But when it comes to solo crusading this many groups, we need at least D-rank strength.

But when I became someone who was a D-rank adventurer and could move so much, Estelle didn't remember.

"This boy, what the hell..."

The sword-wielding movement is a beautiful word. It's like dancing, waving a sword.

There's not even any sign of a goblin attack or anything to plunder. Taking a blow to him is a difficult undertaking, even if it is not a goblin with low intelligence.

Estelle has pride in being alone or something as a swordsman.

But even Estelle couldn't imagine a future that would take one away from him.

So is his skill, but so is the sword he has in his hand.

With red texts floating all over the black, the sashimi paints a rare, gentle curve around here.

The sword boasted an unusual cleavage.

When the long sword was waved, he mutilated the goblin's torso without a sound.

Estelle's sword, by contrast, always sounds when slaughtered.

That's because Estelle's sword is the type of weapon that slaps with weight.

Even with the same "slaughter," in Estelle and the boy, it was as if the results were different.

"Huh!? - Shh!

Not if you're in love with what he looks like. Estelle slashed and dumped the goblin, inadvertently sneaked up to an intermission, along with the mood for tearing.

The goblin that Estelle slashed, its cross section is crushed. This is the normal scar.

The boy's sword, by contrast, is so beautifully amputated that the more cross sections he joins with each other, the more likely they are to stick together.

"... wow"

From Estelle's mouth, those were the only words that came out.

I couldn't find any other words to describe him.

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When I slashed and dumped the last "enemy" I was trying to escape to the woods, my penetrating concentration plumped out.

"Ha... ha... Phew"

Repeating his deep breath, he breathed quickly. Thanks to my skills.

Transmission has always been able to fight with all its strength because it has continued to heal the health drained by his skills.

Without this, the permeation must have been lightly shorted of breath and crushed by a large group of "enemies.

"I fought to be surrounded by enemies, but I never got the blow of my unconsciousness.

Thanks to the constant knowledge of the location of the enemy and the rapid processing of the information obtained.

"It was a skill I shook with speculation, but I was right to shake it"

One side around was just a sea of blood.

Blood and guts are all over the place and there's no foot trail.

When the wind blew, the smell of blood and organs rose to the top.

The word "innocuous" sounds familiar, but if the battle was lost, the permeable side would have been like this, so there would be no pity or anything else.

The permeator erases the [Devil's Sword] and wipes the blood of the "enemy" attached to his face.

So I remembered.

Speaking of which, there was someone there.

I totally forgot I had someone I helped because I was focused on the fight.

"Are you all right?