Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

The next thing I use - poison.

"... eh"

The poison is really plain. Eat the opponent's body slightly from the inside.

Continuous damage is likely to depend on it, but it doesn't last a minute in the first place with a normal [black demon mentor].

There is no apparent change in the appearance of Mr. Leraje rotting from the point of landing like the poison arrow he used.

It also has the effect that the subject's sense of physical manipulation gradually goes crazy, but many adventurer fans don't know the effect in the first place because their buddies defeat the demons before it works.

'Marc, the movement seemed slightly disturbed...?

"I wonder if you are weighing Leme's intentions more than black magic itself"

'Indeed, I am amazed at the aggressiveness of Lemé in the Games now'

You can fight my black magic. [M]

Detoxifying with white magic is also effective. If I do that, I will have to start over again with the magic, not the magic of continuous consumption, and the magic of consumption will increase.

But because we prioritize the continuation of white magic on Mr. Philip, we don't focus all our efforts on dealing with black magic.

"The way [Black Demon Instructor] seems to fight is by nature to be thoroughly supportive. If you can make your enemies feel depressed, you succeed, if you transfer your aim to yourself, you succeed greatly. It's easier to defeat enemies trying to break through than to defeat all enemies'

"Yep. A little different, but there were some examples in the tournament where those who protruded against Leme were held back by Berito's wall and were repelled as a result. I'm sure some of you in the audience know '

The qualifying footage was shown on the venue screen during free time and breaks between matches, as well as during the venue restoration.

'Marc is calm, isn't he? I try to read the sincerity behind my actions, without being forced to follow or ignore Leme's black magic. Those who can do this will be stronger.'

Now he's shrinking his distance from me when he stops.

'It's an amateur idea, but if you go in there, you can handle it? I also think, what about around there?

'If it were me or around Hellvore, you'd go in there and say it sounds fun, including what they do. I just can't recommend this. I knew it, you should use your head.'

If you are the first and third [brave], you will challenge any strong enemy, not just me, to make a frontal breakthrough, and no one will laugh at it.

"Haha. Well, it's important to choose the right response. '

"It doesn't mean Marc doesn't have enough strength. He still hasn't cut his white magic to Philip players. Maintain resistance (resist) to lemme, and your body is moving too '

"A lot of people give up stretching white magic to [the White Knight], but you mean he hasn't neglected it there either."

If so, it was still easy.

But Mr. Marc is not.

I see no compromise in the sword or in the white magic.

His gaze meets.

"... sorry, Philip"

The poison has been removed.

He applied the white magic of detoxification to himself.

The attack boost that was hanging on Mr. Phillip was solved.

[Vajra's Brave] is a swordsman with a particularly good defense. The addition of additional Attack Strength there made it strong enough to withstand Berito's attacks and crush Berito's defenses.

Since the enhancement was lifted, it would have been somewhat easier for Berito to fight.

At the same time, that means that Mr Marc is now fully fledged.

"I'm sorry, but I can't take much time."

"I guess so."

uneven audience ratings and self-ratings, and unenhanced partners.

One more reason to rush him.

Up to this point, it's my operation.

What a surprise for me the moment I think.

Because Mr. Marc threw away the big shield.

- The shield holder threw away the shield...? No, well.

'Oh, Marc, you've started adapting, too. This is great. If it's a dungeon offense, it's inconceivable that a shield holding throws a shield away. Because whoever is also responsible for protecting his people will abandon the point.'

'As I was out earlier, you mean this is a tag tournament. Considering that...... the big shield in a single ride with [Black Demon Instructor] only impairs his own mobility, so is that where he threw it away...'

'Right. You also want to hurry up and defeat Leme and turn to Philip's support. Have you decided that there are no horizontal spears for Verito, or do you believe that Philip won't let you? Either way, the settlement on this side is likely to be close'

As if to make Mr. Aerial's words a reality, Mr. Marc looms.

First shot. From the same orbit as the shake down, a flash of torso branched off to brace.

Attack reduction is applied to the aggressive, but there is resistance (resist) and the street is bad, causing the sword used in the defense to break. Not only that, but vision stirred. I was blown away.

I managed to kill the momentum as I rolled down the ground, and when I got in shape - I had him in front of me.

- Drop the shield, you're fast.

Not only that, of course, but it hangs speed enhancements on itself.

No, I was throwing away my sword, too.

That's fast.

A kick with the momentum of the disease approaches me.

Impact along with the sound of a broken bone, even trying to prevent it by crossing arms.

Clash against the field wall from the back.

I can't move my left arm. The right arm, he managed to gain strength in his hand, and he hadn't let go of his broken sword.

"- Eh."

The sword falls to the ground. Elbow to elbow.

He was picking up his sword and throwing it at me.

His fist, approaching with momentum, was aimed at my head.

At critical times, dodge it so that it jumps into the ground.

Fist punching with walls falling.

He chops off my right arm and pulls out the sword he was poking at the wall.

Mr. Marc kicked the ground.

I'll run for him, too. [M]

You still got something? Lost in his eyes for a moment. Scratch it off and put your sword over your head.

Black magic measures are complete. There is also white magic. I don't have a cane anymore. [M]

I have no physical ability to avoid his attacks.

There is no way to avoid it. Mr. Marc wins.

If it stays this way.

I hang black magic. Multiply the speed drop.

- To me (,).

Of the two rapidly shrinking that distance, a form that hangs a sudden stop on one side.

As much as my change of direction and acceleration deceleration, he would have expected it, too.

But can you imagine even hanging a debuff on yourself?

For me, it's a training method that goes on every day.

But for most humans, it's an unimaginable use.

My forehead is spass-cut and my cuttoe plunders my nose tip.

And that blade tore the ground.

"Come on."

I move again. [M] Step on his sword, jump.

But you don't have anything.

"You gave it to me."

I was just about to.

By him, the tip was lost from my right arm elbow.

Both exposed bones and meat are blurred because they are magical bodies (avatars). The meat is soon scattered into magic particles, but the bones have some respite by decomposition. The magic density is different.

of a sharp cross section. That's enough to pierce a bumpy human body.

"No way."

His words never lasted.

That throat was pierced by white bones at the end of my elbow.

He opened his eyes and was stunned for a few seconds, but eventually - he laughed.

With such a regrettable, sorry, honorable smile, he - exits.

My body rolled to the ground.

He was lifting his sword in that situation and cutting down from my right knee.

'... Yes, it was a breathtaking offense. The winner is Lemé.