As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

A crisp voice rang in his ears, and Anthony froze on the spot.

In mid-air, the silver-haired girl launched a sword reverberation in his ear in an defenseless posture!

This skill works best when the enemy is unprepared.

She had experimented with Elena and the little cat girl, as long as she was fully alert, the impact of skills would be much smaller.

Not to mention Barry, the master alchemist. There are many shields in the magic props. As long as he can defend against sound waves, he can easily block this trick.

"—quite a clever tactic."

The Headmaster with a heavy heart saw what the silver-haired girl did, and his complexion became a little better:

"This move should be her grandfather Bradley's famous sword skill. It seems that her level has grown again."

"not good!"

Anthony on the court is another feeling.

When he realized that his body was going stiff, he already knew something was wrong.

He raised the sword with all his strength, trying to protect his vitals:

It is a well-known fact that the silver-haired girl's attack power is weak.

As long as you protect your vitals, you won't be judged immediately!

Unfortunately, his idea was quickly shattered.

"Snapped!"

A sound of eggshell cracking came from his head.

The helmet Anthony was wearing burst from the middle and split in two!

"despair."

The silver-haired girl landed lightly behind him.

With his back facing him, he slowly put the sword back into its sheath.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

The shattered helmet fell to the ground, making two harsh impact sounds.

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There was silence in the auditorium.

Some people didn't know what happened because they didn't see the scene just now.

Even though the two were still confronting each other just now, why did one of them suddenly lose?

——The helmet being broken by someone is the standard evidence of defeat in a martial arts competition!

In just a split second, Anthony, whose voice of winning the championship was still higher than Sword Fairy, just failed like this?

Others were affected by the reverberation of the blade, and their brains couldn't react for a while:

The scope of this skill is very large, and an open place like the arena is the most suitable for sound transmission, so the auditorium is not spared, but the impact is far less strong than Anthony.

After they understood it, they all stood up immediately, waved their arms excitedly, and began to shout the silver-haired girl's name!

"—Egwene Garcia!"

"—Egwene Garcia!"

The entire arena was gradually filled with the silver-haired girl's name, and more and more people were calling her name!

Of course, there were also some people who used to call Sword Fairy, but they were quickly suppressed by other voices.

In the Kingdom of Poultan, many girls followed Egwen Garcia as a role model, and there were naturally many people who called themselves Sword Princesses everywhere.

And there will always be only one real sword girl in their hearts!

"Just now... what happened?"

Some people also applauded in confusion, and at the same time looked at each other in blank dismay:

"Hey, did you see that?"

They whispered to each other:

"No, but Sword Fairy seems to have won... and I heard that she only used one sword!"

"Really? Isn't Anthony very strong?"

"Who knows, maybe it's just a parallel import."

The last sentence was said by someone who was unhappy with Anthony.

Unlike the chaotic auditorium, the people in the VIP room have different expressions.

"—the Benson family has a good show to watch."

Those who hold this idea account for the majority.

With schadenfreude, they turned their heads to look at Anthony's grandfather—the current prime minister of the kingdom, Christopher, the head of the Benson family.

The latter's wrinkled face was numb, and no change could be seen.

"This old fox."

Many people secretly scolded the other party for pretending:

"It's better for Garcia's descendants to put forward a condition that prevents him from stepping down... Let's see how his old face can still pretend to be deep!"

"I... actually lost?"

Anthony said in disbelief.

He reached out and touched his head.

Putting down his hand, he looked at the broken brown hair in his palm, with a dazed expression:

——The helmet he wears looks like an ordinary item, but it is actually inlaid with a very powerful defensive spell;

This is not considered a violation, because it is only to prevent injuries. Anyway, if the helmet is hit hard, it will definitely be judged as a loss. No one stipulates that the player must be beaten to the point of bleeding.

But the sword just now sliced ​​through the helmet as easily as cutting tofu, and it was neatly divided into two!

This made him doubt whether he had bought parallel imports.

"Victory—the victory and defeat have been divided!"

The referee was also stunned for a long time.

The reason was simple: it was the first time he had seen someone cut through a steel helmet with a junk weapon without hurting the people inside.

As a senior referee, he is very familiar with the sword in the silver-haired girl's hand. It's basically a rotten item from a weapon shop on the street. You can buy one with a few silver coins!

"Hehe, this result is very surprising."

Someone in the VIP room deliberately said:

"I heard that someone started a bet some time ago, and the final ratio was 3 to 1. Anthony's odds are really... tsk tsk."

He shook his head and smacked his lips:

"I'm afraid someone will lose big this time."

"It's not just about losing money, we don't know what conditions that Miss Sword Fairy will propose."

Another lazy tone sounded:

"If the lion opens his mouth... I don't know if some guy with an astonishingly thick skin will renege on his debt?"

The person who spoke was the Duke of Fries. He and the Benson family had always been hostile to each other, so naturally he would not miss this opportunity to ridicule the other party.

"The bet just now can only be heard by the two people on the field. It's too easy to renege on it."

The third person laughed.

In this VIP room, there are quite a few people who dislike the Benson family.

"It's a matter between two children."

The headmaster of Stanford finally stood up and smoothed things over:

"Let us old guys stop talking... Oh, it seems it's my turn to play."

He straightened his hat and took out his crutches:

"Because of dealing with the tragedy last night, everyone should be very tired. You should go back to rest early. I have to make do with my old bones, alas!"

After speaking, his crutches glowed green.

A light air current rolled up in the VIP room, gently rolling him outside.

"It's the principal!"

"The head of the school has come out!"

Seeing the figure in the sky, the cheers in the arena gradually died down.

However, unlike what they had expected, the school principal was only suspended in mid-air after he came out, and had no intention of landing on the field.

——This old man!

The old Christopher Benson, who had been sitting firmly on the chair, turned dark, his muscles twitching non-stop:

This move is obviously to leave time for the two people in the field to complete the bet just now!

"Today I am convinced of you, Miss Garcia."

Anthony sighed and bowed deeply to the silver-haired girl:

"To be honest, I used to think that your [Invincible Sword] was just an exaggeration, but after actually experiencing it, I found that its power is far beyond the rumors."

"you flatter me."

Compared to that hypocrite Sirens, Egwen had a fairly good impression of him, so she didn't give him a bad impression.