Labyrinth Restaurant

Sounding inside the venue are cracking cheers, screams, and yells.

No longer was Gardo's spirit in a situation where a person's voice tapped his skin as an air vibration, but maintaining maximum concentration, leaving the sound far behind, in the poles of silence.

Imminent in front of you is a giant fist.

Gard dodges it on a piece of paper.

Waving a giant rock-like fist, not a metaphor, is an opponent, the Demonic Athlete. Oddly enough, it's a match between those who specialize in fights on the sidelines, but there was more to the physique of the two than an adult and a child.

Gardo's opponent, the Giants, is about six meters tall.

At the start of the game, he said it was about a little over two meters, but it quickly got that big.

Moreover, we can see rationality based on solid theories from the giant's movements. Apparently, he's finishing some kind of martial arts, and he's familiar with the art of using his powers and physique effectively. It was obvious that it wasn't just an amateur for the figure.

As Gargalion did in the qualifying round, the Titans have a very rare pedigree trait among the Demons: they can immensely enlarge their bodies by absorbing their own magic powers and surrounding environments.

There are rules that disqualify you if you destroy a stage or venue, so you do the huge thing only with your own magic, and you stay about six meters in size as a result, but if you're still normal, you'll be too much to deal with one human being.

"Yikes."

But unfortunately for this giant player, Gard was not normal.

It's been more than five minutes since the start of the game and we haven't hit a single blow yet. They were completely out of motion.

It would still have been nice if the attack just didn't hit me, but Gard's blow works wonders when it comes to tripling the height difference and more than ten times the difference to weight.

I mean, what's the logic, you're hitting and kicking using techniques like armor throughs and osmosis in places like fisting, so the giant's hard, thick bones and muscles make little sense either. Gardo doesn't look good on a big face or a big mess of character, and he's mastered a lot of delicate technology.

No matter how tough the Titans are, they just can't do it if they suffer the kind of damage that gets their guts punched right over and over again.

Besides, if you guard your body, now you're attacking me with a crushing blow to the pinky toe of the foot where the pain is concentrated, or as if you're trying to peel off raw toenails of the foot, there's no forgiveness.

In the end, giant players surrendered about nine minutes after the start of the game, and Gard's victory was decided.

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"" "Good luck!

"Oops, tired"

The young men who were indoors bowed at the same time to Gard, who returned to the gallery after the game. Gardo responds by gently raising one hand.

"Alan... I took vengeance"

"Um, I hope you don't say it like it's dead... oh, I bought you some cold juice. Go ahead"

"Oh, don't be shy."

Gardo drank up the offered orange juice in one breath.

Alan was fighting the giants who fought Gardo today in the game the day before, poking his legs with ticks and swords as he fled with all his might, but eventually he was grabbed in the torso and thrown off the scene and lost.

Alan was anxious to watch the game earlier due to the fact that he had failed miserably the day before, but it was such a complete win that he seemed stupid to worry if he finished.

"Whatever, now you're in the finals."

"Right."

Today's game is the semifinals. If you win the next final, you're a champion.

"Have you decided what to ask for in the prize?

"No, you didn't think about it because you were originally just going to give it an arm test"

The winning prize is' The right to fulfill any wish (to the best of my ability to the Demon King) '.

That said we were almost within reach, but Gard didn't have any particular wishes like this. I haven't had any problems with the money, and the honor is even more unwavering in this tournament than it was originally.

"Hmm... well, think about it by tomorrow"

"It's swallowing."

"In the first place, I'm not sure I can win yet."

At the end of Gardo's gaze is a magic monitor provided in the modem room. Apparently, the next game is about to start. Because the winner of this match will be the opponent of the final. We need to make careful observations from now on.

What they are not good at and what they are good at.

Tactics. Tactics. Character. Technology. Weapon.

There were countless places to look.

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The other semifinals also seem to be a human-to-demon match, just like the previous game.

Man is an old wizard with a silver wand.

Several wizards had also competed in this tournament, but the majority had lost early in a game that forced one-on-one melee without harnessing their flair.

Winning until the semifinals means that this old man's magic has reached enough range to overshadow that disadvantage, or he may be fixing martial arts other than magic to a high standard.

The left hand holds the wand and the right hand remains hidden in the robe, whether it is also ready for a concealed weapon. Even without a large weapon in size, a knife or a stick or a chain again? There can be Sen., who doesn't actually have anything and is a bluff to invite the other person's gaps.

The warriors of the opposite demonic tribe are almost no different from humans if they say it only by their physique. No, if it's just the back length, it's about one head minute (...) lower than a normal adult.

But there will never be anyone who mistakenly sees that figure as human.

The demon clan was a neckless knight (Durahan) with his head by his side. The eye on the head held by the side looks at the opponent without alarm and stands ready to poke a small sword (Gladys) in the other hand at any time.

The Neck Knightless are rarer than the Giants and rarely see themselves in the demonic realm, but they are a powerful race that combines the immortality of vampires with advanced combat techniques.

Even if it looks like this, it's a clean organism, unlike zombies and skeletons, and the head and torso are connected through a dedicated subspace.

Blue and white phosphorescence is constantly emitted from its cross section, and its light has the effect of disturbing the equilibrium of the mind simply by looking at it. If you are a weak-minded person, you can disturb the concentration somewhat, even if you are strong, just by looking nearby and panicking.

By the way, this neckless knightless girlfriend (...), who usually works in the way of the Demon King's Castle's office, usually wears a yarn cover to suppress phosphorescence because it interrupts her in everyday life, and she doesn't usually wear armor. The reason is because it's big and not cute on top of the disturbing smell. It's a wack that you don't have to be armed all four or six times, just because you're a knight in a race name.

In fact, this neckless woman, now in the game, is pretending to be calm, but because of the cool beauty with her sliced eyes impressive, or because of the concentration of cheer from men, both human and demonic, she can be an inner wolf from earlier.

Even with his neck apart, a man is vulnerable to beauty. It's that it was worth it to have decided to make out in a temper.

This girlfriend, she has quite a lot of work to do, but her personal life was typical of not working. There are only determined facial rashes in the workplace. There are many married men on top, and this time there may be circumstances behind their appearance at this tournament in search of a meet.

As a result, he was actually most surprised that he was too motivated to come to the semifinals if he realized it. Swordsmanship, which continued somewhat inert for the customs and diet of the old Demon King Army days, is also sometimes useful.

If I could just keep being an athlete and get a handsome guy of my choice from the audience, that's fine, but if not, I was thinking of winning and asking the Demon King to mediate the pageant (I'm not after the Demon King himself. Because I'm scared around).

The two won't make it slight when the gong at the start of the game rings.

The jittery tension grew and the audience was quiet at some point.

The battle ends in an instant.

Everyone in the venue was so sure, no matter who didn't speak the word as one person.

If the game moves earlier, this is Jing.

The audience shared the illusion that Nodo couldn't breathe for a minute or two.

and so the wizard old man moved first.

He pulled out the hand he had hidden in his robe and quickly threw something he was holding.

but a woman with no neck knight also paid off that throw with a sword at the rate of boulder reflexes, trying to strike back with the momentum as it was...... couldn't.

"Holy shit, what the fuck!?"

What a netting it was that entangled her entire body to seal her movements. It was the net thrown in a rounded state that spread painfully with the shock of trying to pay it off.

Besides, it's not a normal material, it seems to be some kind of metalworked product, and you can see the same silver metallic gloss as the old man's wand. Trying to cut it with a small sword doesn't work without gaining momentum in a situation where you can't shake it properly. The more you move, the more you seem to get tangled up in your body.

"Whoa, I'm sorry"

"Oh, or give it back! Ha ha."

How dare the old man snatch that head with the gap of a woman who was jumping out of the net. At some point the tip of the long cane that I had in my left hand until earlier was like a net for worm removal, and I snapped a leopard away from the head that the woman had in her hand.

All I had to do was walk slowly to the edge of the stage to leave the torso behind, and gently unloaded only the head of the woman I put in the net as it was.

By the rules, defeat occurs when a part of your body falls off the spot. I mean, this is settled.

Thus the second game of the semifinals was not so bad a victory for the wizard old man.

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"Your grandfather is the finalist."

"Oh, you're kind of a bad old man"

Gard and Alan, who watched the whole thing over the monitor, muttered their thoughts about the game earlier.

"I'm not sure if you're strong or weak."

I've never heard of martial arts with nets.

If they are strong, they can do it when they work out measures and get excited, but if they don't know anything about this, they're not sure what to do.

Looking at the monitor again, the old man was about to pick up the head of a woman once she was unloading and rolling, with a cane with a netted tip earlier.

My head went into the net, and I tried to lift it...... all of a sudden, the old man's movements stopped. Take the cane away from your hand and the woman's head has fallen to the ground again, but the old man won't let it be slight with his hips held down. From his face he is dazzled and sweaty, with a sad look on his face.

"No way, that grandpa...... now you've done your hips?

That's no way.

It was just a tight hips.

A human (although not human) head weighs quite a bit (about 10% of your weight) and it can be quite possibly strained on your hips if you hold it in a weird way. This time it's like picking up a lighter boring ball with a bug removal net, so the handles would have felt more weight than they actually did for the weight on the tip.

Inside the monitor, the torso of a woman finally out of the net, realizing the status quo, lends a shoulder to the old man to support her, and the paramedics and healers waiting outside the stage are rushing over. Not very much, but it doesn't look like it's going to heal in a day or two.

"... that means, what's the final?

"Someone else rolls up... I don't think there's a boulder where the finals are undefeated... right?

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Sukyu, Gardo has earned his honor as the winner of the Martial Arts Games.

with a very uncooked, incomplete burning mood.