Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

Time flies, Games day.

Phyllia's awake, so we'll have breakfast. Meals alternate, by the way. Arms are not very different.

"Didn't you make it look good?

"How many times did you think you'd died in the last two weeks...... I don't want to do it again."

Phyllia trembles deliberately and bluntly.

You are serious during your training...... it is nice to have a good turn on and off.

"Will you stop training after the tournament? Waste."

"We will not train in combat for a while and will strive to develop new magic"

"Heh. Fine, that sort of thing. It's been a while since I've thought about new magic."

"You still insist on magic."

"It's true."

Finish your breakfast and head to the Colosseum.

The journey to the Colosseum was full of people.

Did you find a business opportunity in the number of people, and the stalls are lined up in a narrow area? There was a complex smell mixed with the smell of several stalls all around.

Is it more popular than a bad festival?

"He's an amazing guy. Do humans like to see others fighting?

Feelia looks at the crowd and rounds her silver eyes.

He opened his mouth and was surprised.

"Many of those things. Elves are different?

"Elves basically don't like to fight."

Is that what it is?

Is that also where Filia's low awareness of the battle comes from?

I thought about that until I arrived at the Colosseum.

We arrive at the Colosseum and are put through to the athletes' lobby.

They're going to qualify first. B-rank seems to be joining us from the main race, so what we're here to say is C-rank or D-rank.

Dozens of people created a tingling atmosphere in the holding room. Seven of them are going to the finals.

I look around the whole room and value athletes.... I feel like I've seen it, no one is stronger than Phyllia.

By the way, Phyllia's strength now is enough to beat Broccina without any problems.

Is it something like whether it reaches A-rank critically if it's just strength?

It's still going to take a little while before it starts.

... you're free. It's also a waste of time.

"All right, let's do it together!

As everyone sat in the chair in a tingly atmosphere, I started muscle treading in the corner of the room.

As long as you have time, muscle tread. Muscle treasure does not betray.

By the way, Phyllia pretended to be someone else since I started muscle treading. He is rude.

"It's time to move if you're an athlete"

The attendant tells us we're moving to the venue.

The Colosseum, which was likely to accommodate a thousand units of people, was filled with people despite its size.

According to the MC, people from all over the country are pushing to watch this tournament.

"Then let me start explaining this tournament! First of all, we qualify. In the qualifying round, this one divides the players into several groups and asks them to fight within that group. The last one left is in the finals! And so this is what happens."

The MC puts up two fingers and looks at this one with chills.

"By the way, if you're in the final tournament, you'll be able to get a C-rank request. It looks like there are two more D-ranked players in this one, so I'd love for those guys to aim to make it to the final tournament!

Apparently it's just me and Feelia who are in the D-ranks. Well, isn't that possible or impossible?

Because people in this city go to other cities when they're D-ranked.

He thinks there's more certainty in making a request to the tunnels in other cities than competing in the real race at the Demon Fight Games.

But if you ask me, it's total nonsense.

I don't think I can be strong enough to defeat all the enemies in front of me anyway.

MC explains with a constant grin.

"In addition, the entry of those in the B-rank will come from the final tournament. Don't miss it as the final tournament will take you to the next level."

"Then……" said the MC, turning the page of the script in his hand, again in the explanation.

"As many of you know, let me explain once and for all, the Colosseum is blessed with the Goddess of War. As a result, combat will not cause death in this venue. It takes the form of passing out instead of dying. We have a wizard here who can use amazing restorative magic, so participants can fight with confidence!

"Well, then, it's the start of the battle tournament," the MC calls the names of the participants. There was also my name there.

"…… you will do Battle Royale with more than…. Everyone called is in the middle of the dome! Otherwise, please return to the holding room once."

Observe those who remain in the field.

With the exception of me, there are four men and two women.

From what I've seen, it looks weak, but you can't be alarmed.

Strong people are good at hiding the smell of strong people. Some may be hiding their strength.

I'll remove the limiter just in case.

My muscles just swelled apart.

"We will now play the first qualifying match....... Match, start!

The MC's voice echoed the Colosseum.