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

"Hey, we're finally in the semifinals. The first game has been an overwhelming magic pawn, Walthemian VS Minhotop."

The MC's voice echoes the Colosseum, setting up a wand with Walthemia as far as his chest.

Apparently the wand has the effect of increasing the power of magic. However, most people don't use it these days because it becomes difficult to move when they have a weapon.

They use demonic stones and other substances that are easy to pass through magic, and their size goes hand in hand with the weight there, so don't hold them. They change their movement considerably.

The opposing minhotop is unarmed.

I stare at the footage that has been shown. He's the one who's going to fight in the final. There's no harm in looking at it.

The start of the game was declared and the first person to move was Minhotop. Walls of dirt creep up around Walthemia.

"I suddenly set up a big move, Minhotop player....... Ooh! Walthemian destroys it with water magic! I chose defense instead of sceptre, Theory Street."

Nevertheless, both have short magic prep times. Isn't that almost zero?

Strong on boulders when it comes to the top of the B rank.

"I shaped the dragon with water, Walthemian, just in return for earlier. This... is an amazing concentration of magic! Miminhotop, you can't stand this."

The water dragon flies to Minhotop. Quite a speed.

But Minhotop moved sideways in a mild motion, and scolded it.

"Miminhotop player, choose to avoid here!

But the water dragon turns its neck.

His water eyes surely put the enemies to eat and break into sight.

"This is...... the water dragon is tracking!? I got a direct hit! This is... it's a knockdown! Winner, Walthemian! Miminhotop, this is a mindless defeat."

A changed direction water dragon devoured Minhotop's body.

It's amazing magic to even have tracking performance. If it was my first look, I might not be able to do it.

What better way to beat it than to beat it?

I still wanted to discuss it, but I stopped thinking and headed to the Colosseum.

"Continuing, Leonil, the user of the magic sword, versus Yuri, the barbarian without rules! I'm looking forward to it."

Who is a barbarian without rules? Something as bad as my commentary?

"You were one of the elves earlier, weren't you? I hope we can discuss it.

Leonil comes out his tongue and provokes this one.

But I can't move. I just think you have a bad personality, even though you can make a face.

If it had been me earlier, it would have been very high. Thanks to Phyllia, too.

I open my mouth to the unfavorable man in front of me.

"Don't talk, your mouth stinks"

"Ah? No kidding, the gorilla."

"The gorilla is better than you."

"... I've made up my mind, you're killing me!

There are pimples and blues on Leonil's face.

Damn, young people are easy to clean these days.

"We will have that much tongue battle. Come on, both of you are thriving, you're going to see a hot fight. Let's go -... start the second game!

"Whoa!

Leonil is flying wind magic.

I went straight ahead without avoiding it.

It's magic that the luxurious Phyllia has endured so many shots, there's no way I can't stand it.

"Shit, no!

Leonil rarely waves his sword and smashes many wind magic.

But nothing. My clothes weren't even torn.

I slowly approach and stand in front of Leonil.

"What the hell!... even this. Hey!

Leonil waved his sword at his mercy.

The sword wielded beats the strength of my body and breaks pounding from my belly.

This result is natural. If you want to scratch my body, bring me even Reaper.

"Is that it?

"……… What?

"Is that it?

I stare at Leonil in front of me, who doesn't know what's going on.

"Ah..., ah..."

"Then it's my turn."

My sword broke and I beat Leonil to death with all my strength.

Mekyo, there's a noise and Leonil blows up to the audience.

"Oh, my God! Yuri, you're still intact when you wave your sword down alive! On the contrary, I broke Leonil's sword! It's a non-standard, non-standard body! Yuri, it's finals!

Return to the holding room.

Finally, the finals are next. You will be fighting Walthemia.

Look inside the holding room and find Phyllia and sit next to her.

"... It's finally the finals"

"Right."

Exchange a couple of words with Phyllia, and I'll be heartless.

It was time for the final as it was.

"Coming"

"Come on in."

Aim is winning. That's all.

Stand in the center of the Colosseum. Walthemia is across the street.

My hair is going to poppy on that pressure.

That's good, I want to do it fast.

"Finally, it's the final game. The earliest explanation should also not be required. Walthemian vs. Yuri! In a few minutes from now, the strongest humanity will be determined below the B-rank!

Moderators live to heighten tension to match the stage called finals.

I don't care, but you're honestly subtle about being the strongest under the B-rank.

... Well, that's not what I'm thinking right now.

All I need to think about now is how to take down the girl in front of me.

"…… Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you. Let's make this a good fight."

"For your brother's sake, I will win"

Walthemia without breaking her faceless expression.

Poker Face is fine because it makes it hard for the other person to read their emotions.

But I can't. It really makes me laugh zero when fighting strong enemies.

"So... finals, here we go!

Approaching first. The Wizard must take the lead.

This is not the case when the user of muscle magic is the opponent, but muscle magic would not be possible with Waltemia's luxurious body.

With that in mind, a rough water flow like a tsunami occurs in front of Walthemia, ahead of my goal.

"If you're coming, come. That's it."

I am swallowed by an ultra-wide attack unleashed with great momentum.

Water keeps occurring for about a few dozen seconds, and stops.

The only thing left after that was the way I stood up for Jen-royalty.

"It was good magic inside."

The flow of water that I couldn't move took away more of my strength than I thought.

It was like turbulence after a typhoon.

"... shabu"

Walthemian magic forms a water dragon. Exactly. I can't just do magic over and over again.

I kick my legs quickly and again and distance myself from Walthemia once.

The created water dragon brings his head and flies over here with his torso twisted.

"Ho!"

I avoided it. Fly over.

My body goes up and down against gravity.

You don't jump, you fly.

By constantly kicking air with your feet, you allow it to continue to float in the universe. Exactly the gift of training.

But the water dragon also follows me to the sky.

The dragon ascending to heaven was wrapped around something resembling divinity. The audience is breathtaking without thinking about its sanctity.

But that has nothing to do with me.

I stopped kicking my foot where the Colosseum escaped to the sky enough to look good, and now stretched my arms up continuously to push the air out.

That would result in a super fast bump into the coming water dragon.

I stuck my foot in the water dragon.

Tear the dragon's body apart and land on the ground.

"…… then again"

Walthemia produced the water dragon again.

It's not as obvious as it is.

I royally stand directly in front of the impending water dragon.

The impending water dragon is entangled in life as if it were actually alive, and even the sound of a beat is likely to be heard.

This magic is certainly amazing.

- But a little too honest.

This is the third time I've seen it, I've caught this magic habit!

"Yes!"

I skilfully used the muscles in my body and bounced the water dragon back towards Walthemia.

"Hey, what happened -!? A water dragon has suddenly flipped a flag against Walthemian! No way, is it the reflex magic of Yuri players!?

No, it's muscular magic.

I correct the MC's words in my heart.

Walthemia, bewildered, has prevented the water dragon I bounced back with a water shield.

- But you're desperate to prevent it, and you're neglecting to be alert to me.

I stuck in Walthemia in an instant.

"!?

"Checkmate."

Grab Waltemia's arm with your left hand to keep her from escaping, and with your right hand tap in a blow all over her body.

Waltemia's body, which took my blow to the mole, blew up and never came up.

"I've also been stunned by too many events for a while. Defeat Yuri and Waltemia and win!

I won.

There was nothing in particular at the closing ceremony. The great man just gave me the words of labor.

Oh, and Babandongas said something to celebrate.

"I regret my sister didn't win, but it was a good game," he said.

Babandongas, a tough but good one.

As soon as the ceremony was over, I went back to the inn with Phyllia.

"I'm tired."

Phyllia jumps into bed. It's a dynamic jump in with stretched limbs.

Bohun, and the bed makes a sound.

"Ah, congratulations on winning -"

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

Phyllia says so, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm a little short.

Certainly Walthemia was strong, but it did not extend to Reaper.

"I'm many times more tired of closing ceremonies than fighting. Don't waste your time like that. I don't enjoy talking about great people."

"I agree with you in the second half though."

"What about the first half?

"I don't know what that means."

You know what that means.

"Ah, that's right. That thing you were doing at the tournament, that windy one."

"Oh, is it 'Wind God'? What's wrong with that one?

"Oh, shoot me, too. Sounds interesting."

"I don't like it. I'm so tired of that. Tame is long as a fool, and it's an incomplete move."

He looked disgusted....... you pussy.

But was it for the tame that you stood up before you shot the wind god?... Ah, that's funny right now.

"It's not all funny, is it?

Feelia laughs lightly at me with her nose.

He said he'd peek at my heart again. Then I have an idea.

"Phyllia, take a peek at my heart now."

That's how I got into paranoia. The opponent, of course, is Filia.

I do everything in my imagination to humiliate Phyllia.

Specifically, holding hands or staring at each other.

I can't even kiss a boulder. Though in paranoia, the irritation is too strong.

That's how I fantasized for a while. I turn to Phyllia.

with the expectation that he would probably be turning his face bright red.

This is a punishment for making fun of me.

"... Huh? Are you going to humiliate me with this? Heh."

Somehow they laughed at Niyaniya. Why?

"You're holding hands, aren't you? Aren't you ashamed?

I'm embarrassed, by the way.

"... Yuri is surprisingly pure even though she looks like that. It's kinda cute."

Phyllia turned a teasing, mean face at me.

They're making fun of me more and more, so...?

"Why does that happen! There wouldn't have been anything strange about it!

"That's right. Yuri is a very naughty girl."

"Stop that talking!

"Ah, Yuri."

"What is it?"

"Congratulations, winner"

"So why is that baby language from earlier!

In the end, the day was teased.

I wasn't being pure, I thought it was just me without Phyllia.