Isekai Cheat Magician

The battle increases in intensity.

of school students. As such, there would no longer be a problem in affirming that the highest level

Sparks scatter, ear-busting shocks run, and flame magic burns the ring.

Slashing like crossing from left to right. Mullah, who receives one with a sword blade and the other with a pattern, kicks the ground.

Three fireballs at the foot of the capio chasing him all the time if we don't let him get away.

Activation speed and power focus. From Capio, you can't even get ready to get shot through.

Damage at the price of packing the time. Capio immediately stops his leg and escapes outside the bounds of the 'fireball' burst.

"... run away without hesitation, huh? Wise eyes."

"Let me cut the bones. I can only refuse the meat for you."

From the looks of it, they'll think like one another. It's a huge audience.

However, from something that is more eye-catching than to some extent, it is an incorrect understanding of the situation.

Mullahs who always try not to maintain a medium distance from close range and continue to practice it skillfully.

I want to attack them with a series of attacks that I can't breathe on them, but Capeo hasn't been able to keep stuffing the mistake.

"Well. Hey, you know what I mean, right?

And if Mullah says, Capio laughs bitterly.

"Oh. With all your purpose accomplished, this one is barely allowed to fight at a good distance. It's brilliant."

A combined attack of voidless witchcraft and sword. Even if I look at it with the arm of a sword, I can't draw a vision from the capio to pull it out. In addition, there is an incomparable difference in terms of magic arms. Despite this, she hasn't shown the bottom yet. Capio has so much power.

To the boulder, Capeo thought he could only come as an international student bearing the prestige of the country.

Almost the same as him when I was a year old. Regardless of the difference in talent there will be. But efforts to keep it alive are essential.

Capio felt the breadth of the world.

"I understand very well that you can't open it if you're doing the same thing. If so, there is one thing to do."

The circumference of the capio distorts. Magic increases.

"Oops! Capio, don't challenge the melee! Can I assume I hit a different hand!?

A live girl screams.

Listening to that voice, Mullah laid her sword loosely down.

Zari, falls back as he steps on the ground, and Mullah works out her magic again. Her silky hair began to soak in the rising energy.

"Inspired by Capio players! Mireille also boosts her magic!

With the magic of the Picao condensing previously forcefully and supplely kicked the ground and cut into mullahs.

The sophisticated magic of Mullah, who had fought against it like a flowing counterattack.

I'm not saying luck is unnecessary, but luck alone makes it impossible to beat this far.

Every game, I may say, was definitely the strength of the player, the level the audience wanted, no more.

Competition from the front, in the ineffective rules of small workers. Looks great. Both the athletes and the audience's voltage are eel climbing.

But that didn't last long either.

The magic of the two begins to creep in as if they had physical power.

A handful of them are reaching the realm of Capio at the student level. To Mullah, the level of being alone or not in years or decades.

Even students who come into contact with magic on a daily basis can't make that kind of rounds to the power so far.

It's extra from the average person. If you live normally, it's no wonder you haven't seen it for the rest of your life.

From those who do not have the power to fight, a sight like a joke.

The magic and warfare emitted by those two people had been elevated to the point of silencing even the average person, as well as the students.

'Ko, this... the pressure keeps rising... the tension also passes here...'

Even the live voice gets smaller.

I guess that happened by accident. As a student, the air tenses before the highest-level bumps.

"Let's go......!

"Anytime."

A few moments after the voices were exchanged. Teasing, and I heard pebbles rolling from somewhere.

Like a swollen balloon bursts.

Both pop up in a straight line.

The two clashed as the momentum stood.

Capeo tapping his double sword to cross from both sides and a mullah swinging his sword up from the lower section.

Along with the tall sound,

Dancing through the universe, three blades.

Crushed from the middle, the fragments reflected the sunlight and sparkled.

The two clashes were unbearable.

Unexpectedly, the audience's eyes are taken away.

If it had been their own gain, it would not have been destruction, but survival.

The weapon broke.

But the game isn't over yet.

And everyone thought, then.

The Capio movement stops.

A cold feeling on one's neck.

Seeing, a sharp stone sword in the shape of a sabel was touching where the carotid artery of the capio was.

"Of earthly attributes, sword..."

"Unfortunately, I can prepare as many swords as I want in front of myself. Though not even famous swords."

Mullah shrugged her shoulders.

Make it instantly. A boulder cannot surpass a sword forged by a famous artisan with good materials.

but still, enough. Anyway, as long as the magic lasts, we can create it as many times as we want.

Mullah's voice often passed through the aftermath of an earlier sense of urgency or a quiet place.

"Right... here we go. Surrender."

Capio's words, which were then uttered, also went through as well as Mullah's dialogue.

As silence reigned, it was the girl in the commentary who first turned to me.

"Ko, surrender! Capio player surrender declaration! This battle is the victory of Mireille!

Description Girl's voice echoes the venue, toward the winning mullah and the losing capio, and toward the two who fought a fierce battle.

The most cheered.

The winning Mullah turns her back on Capio and walks out toward her formation.

Along the way, twirling the stone sword with the index finger put through the fist guard, the sword disappeared as if it had not been there from the beginning, as if by magic.

Mullah performance, fan service.

Standing in that land are all men of equal strength.

Again, I am cheered.

This cheer and favorable eye was directed not only at the two players who fought the first battle, but also at the players who were going to fight.

The layers of this school are thick. If it were also the semi-finals of the tournament, there would be a line of unashamed level users everywhere they put it out.

That's a well-known fact, so to speak, that anyone who knows a little bit about the situation will understand.

In other words, it is recognized by more than half the audience in this venue.

Indeed, it is inferior to two international students coming from Ellistein. That's for sure. That's enough to tell from an amateur's eyes.

But it's active. Speed and moves, and skillful game hauling. It's just inconspicuous because the team members are out of the picture, and strength shows. Because they mention more white stars than black stars.

No longer will such derogation by manipulation as before prevail.

School is strength supremacy. If you're strong, you're admitted. With all this power in this great arena, there is no question.

"All the time..."

That's why I can't forgive you.

I can't stand this cheer.

Everywhere, everywhere, that gets in the way.

"Yes... if only that wasn't there..."

amplify.

Negative emotions.

The intention is to kill.

Hatred.

There's resentment.

I can't control it.

No, I don't feel like it.

Someday. What makes reason no longer work is to suppress the absurdity of uncontrollable emotions.

"Do you want to?

And the voice of a man who's comfortable with his ears.

Yes, always, this voice reminds a woman of calm and tranquillity.

Now, this voice is the only one I can count on. I can contain uncontrolled emotions, the only one.

"The biggest card is that it's ready. All you have to do is decide."

The woman nods slowly at the voice she hears from next door.

If you do what this voice says, you'll be fine. It should clean up this abominable chain.

That's what the woman thought, she entrusted.

"Yes, I did. So be it."

"You cut all the bills, right?

When it comes to cutting the biggest card, the spare time no longer makes any sense.

After I cut this, there's nothing left in my hand. Then it would be natural to lay it to the fullest.

"Yes, everything."

"Fine. Do it right."

"Yes, I did. Now we start the show at the end of the next game"

"Yes."

A man walks away.

"Watch... I'll finish you off..."

The woman leaks so as she puts her teeth against her thumbnails.

The whine was swallowed up by loud voices filling the venue and melted away.

I couldn't help but notice that the mouth of the man who turned his back was elephant on the third moon.

'Come on! Let's keep coming! Semifinal one! It's a mid-level battle!

A tiger beast girl raised her voice before the incandescent air created by the vanguard battle cooled.

'You all would have known about this man's situation! But this is how I got rid of it with my own hands! You will surely show your struggle even here! Red Side! Actor!

There is also a lot of cheer for the act. It's a big difference from the paralysed applause of the first war.

An act with a masterpiece of short spear stands on the stage.

'It's this guy you're up against! No more explanations needed! A swordsman who has sunk all opponents within a minute, regardless of compatibility or otherwise, since WW3! The name of Ellistein's international student is not Dade! Blue Side! Tyler!

He was called by name, and Tai Chi also took the stage.

After watching Rin's game, Taiichi used any thoughts, just to win.

We took great care to add and subtract magic enhancements to avoid excessive damage, but we took it seriously to win.

No alarm intervened there, giving the opponent no clearance to follow at all.

In tactics, Lemia and Mullah repeated their presence and training to go up, and the experience of simulated warfare with Smeera, the head of the Ellistein Magic Kingdom Army, lived.

(nervousness... not too much)

Watch the act, and Taiichi squeals in his heart.

Was it what Rin was saying that tension, too much, would blunt your body and your thoughts, but moderate tension is rather necessary for good performance?

Yes, it's all for this time.

Scheduled harmony so far. From now on, the finish.

"Well, the time has finally come."

Taiichi smiles and talks to Acts.

Take that, and Acts laugh too.

"Yeah. I'll show you. How things have changed."

No feeling. Enough energy. []/(adj-na, n) impatient/impatient/

Best condition.

'Come on! Tyler reclaims one star! again the actress decides here all at once! Game two of fate, here we go!!

Back in cheer, a live voice echoed the venue.

The act spins the spear and stands, while Taiichi takes the sheath forward a little and lightly grips the pattern of the sword.

Born glued. The two of you don't make it slight on the spot.

A battle that doesn't start. However, a particular tension between the two pricked his skin and took his voice away from the audience.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

He repeatedly reads and removes his opponent's readings about what to do with his first hand.

That's a sight-only attack.

The taking of time.

Moved first.

It was an act.

"Huh!"

Exhale briefly and pack the distance at once.

From the standpoint of poking, outside the scope of Taiichi's sword, a spin that exploits the momentum of the jump. In the meantime, hold the short spear with both hands.

All of the power created by centrifugal force and acceleration was put on the cutting edge and beaten to the top like a blunt instrument.

momentary posture change. Not to poke or poke, but to beat him up. Suddenly Taiichi, who was shown it, laughed with pleasure, and when he pulled out his sword, intercepted the cutting edge of Acts' spear.

Shortly after the blowing air scatters in eight directions, the distance between the two leaves.

A meeting between a meter and a little short spear and a one-handed sword about seventy centimetres long at the cutting edge.

In time, the act naturally prevails. That's why Taiichi masterfully moves to pack the distance, and Acts doesn't stand around well again retreating to make it.

The power exerted by Taiichi has not changed since the Third World War. None of his opponents could have done this far.

That means Acts is beyond about the Tai Chi opponents.

"You've changed a lot, Acts! You're getting better!

"I've been trying out what I got from my training with you guys in a game, hey!

"Oops!

Shaken up spinning kick. This is the first time this game has been shown the act's hands-on karate fisting.

Taiichi, take the distance lightly.

A live girl is letting the excitement criticize this game, but even that sounds far away.

Of course, there's no hand in not pursuing.

Acto paid the spear, mediated the weapon and released the 'air hammer'.

A bullet of wind close to invisible. It quickly chased landing bullets, sand and dust rolled up on Taiji, who takes the distance.

I was wondering if I had hit anyone in the eye directly.

But.

A shadow bouncing off the top of that smoke.

"Huh!"

Acts are breathtaking.

I wasn't expecting it, but I still can't expect damage or anything to that extent. The precision would be to the extent of restraint.

"It's our turn next. Let me see what I can do with him."

Vungu.

Would the tremor have been heard by the audience as well?

The attribute of the fat is the same wind as the act.

So I knew they were going to attack the wind attribute.

Drinking down his spit, the act firmly drops its center of gravity, grips near the stone poke and tip of the spear with both hands, and stands in front of his body.

Because Acts, the wind mage, knew exactly what Taiichi was going to do.

"Let's start with the test one!

In the air, Taichi swings.

(That's a bastard sword about Tyler's height!

I don't know how I did it, but it looks like I created it with wind sorcery. How many of them do you see?

I'm not just sorry if I hit you directly. Avoid or prevent. I didn't have time to worry.

Bastard sword-shaped wind magic released from the right arm with a sideburn. Fly around the bottom of the pigeon tail of the act with no flanks, drawing a gentle arc.

Excellent control, won't come off -

The accuracy of Taiji's magic is quite good.

(Even that Leelyn and Mireille said that they do occasional control errors. But Tyler's not! I can't be passive wanting you to come off!!

As far as two of the international students have seen it, he says he has never seen this boy remove his magic before.

Well, there's a tease in being a hundred, but no matter what the act is, it's a story I don't know.

Avoid it. That's probably the best solution. If we defend ourselves thoroughly, we should be able to stand it. But I don't see how much damage I have to sweeten in exchange.

But Acts didn't want to run away. From Tyler, I didn't want to run away.

Acts dare to challenge unfavourable conditions. Not efficiency or reason. Follow my "really want to do this" desire honestly.

"Ahhh!

Depositing this moment is still a short spear in your hand.

I'm not Act's love spear, but I respond well to Act, who is tentative lord of whether he has acknowledged a move that allows him to stretch his chest if he's been polishing, and to that (...) short spear that makes me compete well with Tyler.

Wrap all the wind you can now at the tip of it.

And along the orbit of the looming bastard sword as it rotated.

Identify the cycle of rotation - get tangled. Bounced up a spear that wrapped the wind, bouncing the bastard sword.

I don't feel like I can do it again when they tell me to do it again, a diversion that was established because it's extreme concentration.

A bastard sword that has lost sight of its target lands behind an act that breathes with its shoulders and explodes.

Acts laughed as he received a blast from behind.

"Don't do it. That outrage was unexpected."

Taiichi landed and praised the act.

"Because you got me working out. Well, it was a bet."

I'll tell you what. Point the tip of the spear toward Pita and Tai Chi.

"That's more than anything. It's not like this yet, is it?

"Of course I am."

I'm looking forward to it.

Taiichi took the sword on his shoulder. Rearranged, it is the second round.