97 Lesson 96

The next day, the Arena Storeroom

Athletes had already gathered in the modem. They are separated into two modest rooms, each of which is divided into rooms between those that do not hit in the first war. Tennessee Gray Santana Gargis was in the same room, with the remaining four in separate rooms.

Each player had no conversation because they could have fought later, but the three gazes of Tennessee Santana Gargis had gathered in Gray. The two Knights knew who they were, so Gargis was figuring out what Gray was up to during the D game.

When the greeting for the start of the second day was given, the announcement called the names of the two people in the first match. Tennessee nodded at each other as she glanced at Santana, and Tennessee headed to the stage.

The first game was less prominent from the previous reputation, but the strength of the two was antagonistic and it became a battle that could be called a good game. Rayshaw had different weapons available than those used in the qualifying round, and as a result, Rayshaw won out due to the difference in weapons used.

The second game was less prominent as a battle because Carlos was expected to win in due course in a match between winning candidate lead Carlos and mysterious masked man Gray.

Carlos thought it would be over as soon as the audience did, but he would speak out without remembering his impatience with the situation in which he was currently placed.

"Why me, like this!

At the beginning of the game, it looked like Gray was being pushed into a series of strikes by Carlos' great sword. But Gray was just asking for Carlos' movements, and Carlos, with a flash of gaps, was entangled with a great sword by the water magic wrapped around Gray's undained body and bounced out of his hand.

And the flaming magic of my specialty had also been offset by the water magic released from Andain. Carlos' sword was a multiplier of the physical abilities of what he had. Carlos' movements, which had been taken away from him, were halfway dull. And now that I've lost my weapon, all the flaming magic that serves as a help will also be prevented by Gray.

In offsetting his magic, Gray sprinkled water all around him by using magic of power beyond it. By the time Carlos gave up shooting magic was useless, his feet were flooded. And when Carlos realized it, the water gathered to Gray.

"Hey, what!?

As Carlos followed with his eyes the movement of the water as it gathered, there was the figure of Gray in the dragon created by the magic of the water.

"This stops it. Go, Water Dragon"

With Gray's words, a dragon of water struck Carlos.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Carlos had lost the support of the Great Sword, but he withstood the attack of the water dragon by shaking his original abilities and wearing the magic of the flames. But I couldn't move off the spot with all my endurance.

"This, about, makes it look bearable!!

Being a clan leader and S-rank adventurer, he endured only with the will that he couldn't just lose the first game of the final tournament.

"Good luck"

Gray was chasing the water dragon from behind, slashing him with an andain to the torso of Carlos's asthma, and unleashing a further blow of water magic there.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

That was Carlos' last cry.

Carlos, who had been blown off the spot, was losing his mind, and the medical team rushed over and started treating him. Carlos' damage was deeply and severely ill, but he was still holding his life back by the flesh he was working out.

"... Ha! Shit, Winner Gray!! No way, Carlos player, he was defeated in the first round!!

He was an announcer who was out of his mind about the unexpected results, but when he regained his sanity, he announced Gray's victory. And the venue was wrapped in the loudest cheer ever, skinning that voice. Gray pulled up to the modest room, Carlos was transported to the infirmary, and the announcement role tried to make a call for the next game, but didn't hold the applause and cheer for a while.

The third game was then to begin in an air that did not excite and cool. The game was also expected to be won by winning candidate Santana, but overturned that prediction and Elf's Wizard Plum was fighting well. She was responding to Santana's movements by using grant magic to improve her physical abilities. He flirts with Santana using many other kinds of magic.

But Santana was destroying each and every one of them with a fist blow. The plum I thought was dominant had fatigue on its face due to all my magic not working.

She thinks she's going to be jilli poor as it is. When she distance herself from Santana, she prepares for the massive explosion magic she used in the qualifying round. Santana was able to stop that chant, but she dared not do it and waited for the magic to be activated.

"That's the magic you used in the qualifiers. Good, use it!!

That's what he thought when he took his opponent's skilled moves and tried to defeat them, which would prove his power.

Plum's magic grew and the magic was unleashed where it reached its peak.

"Burst Bomb!!

The magic that left her hand struck Santana. No matter how strong Santana is, he can't stand the magic of this much power. That's what the audience, Plum, and other participants thought.

When the magic came into contact with Santana, it exploded with more power than it did during the qualifying period. The junction to protect the audience also screams from the billowing and trembling audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, calm down! The junction is a powerful one of them, and that's multiple sheets of it. No magic will reach the audience!!

A hasty operation announces.

The smoke had made it invisible onstage, but the plum blew the smoke with wind magic. There was a plum that unleashed magic and a figure of Santana covered in armor all over her body. Everyone is stunned by Santana, who looks different than he did at the start of the fight.

"It was quite powerful magic, but you couldn't seem to break through this armor."

of Santana. That was a highly demonic defense, usually stored in the armor but turned into armor that covered the entire body at the wearer's discretion.

Now it's my turn.

Santana delivers his armor to his hand and tries to move on to the attack, but it was stopped by Plum's voice.

"... I'm done. I don't have any more hands."

Plum used the last wind magic to squeeze his magic, so he was finally standing.