Chapter 500 – Episode 500 – Semifinals!

◈-Sarman SIDE

Born into a knight’s family.

My father’s family is a family that has inherited the knights of the 2nd Knights for generations.

I, too, have been trained to be a knight since I was young, and I took pride in becoming a knight myself.

Recognized for my talent from an early age, I worked with other promising young knight candidates at the Locke family training center and… He also received training with Lady Graycia.

Miss Graycia.

A race of elves said to have been picked up and raised by Sir Linesallot during his mission his.

She has a beautiful appearance and is the one who admired Lord Rhinesallot more than anyone else and wanted to become a knight.

When I was young, seeing Lady Graycia like that, I had the idea that I would like to become a full-fledged knight with Lady Graycia someday.

At that time, I saw them not as members of the opposite sex, but as comrades trying to become the same knight.

But Lady Graycia grew stronger and more beautiful as the days went by.

Both as a knight and as a woman.

The voluptuous breasts and buttocks that get bigger as you grow.

And the white jade-like skin that is revealed due to the clothes chosen due to the nature of the magic field.

Someday I… It was only natural that other knight candidates’ motives also thought of Miss Graycia as an attractive female.

Of course, perhaps because he felt that kind of gaze, the gaze that Sir Linesallot was looking at us was very frightening.

In front of Lady Graycia, Lord Linesallot is a knight to be respected more than anyone else, but he is the father of one person.

There was no way they would take a good look at us revealing a male gaze toward our precious daughter, so we ended up using the training ground inside the knights, and seeing Lady Graycia was extremely rare.

As time goes by and other knights marry females of their own, I’m currently unmated with anyone to be 22 years old.

The reason is my stubbornness.

I have a goal.

It is to be bonded with Lady Graycia.

Lady Graycia, who is 3 years older than me.

At first, I thought it was just a flower growing on a distant cliff.

I thought that one day I would become another man’s female.

However, as time goes on, the thought of Lady Graycia grows, and even though Lady Graycia is 25 years old, she still has no partner.

The reason is that there is no male to subjugate Lady Graycia into a female.

So I thought

Let me be that male.

To prove your strength by defeating Lady Graycia.

But there are people who deserve recognition for that.

Sir Linesallot, the leader of the 2nd Order of Knights and the father of Lady Graycia.

Before betting on Lady Graycia, he must first get Lord Linesallot’s approval.

Sir Linesallot is a knight among knights.

In order to gain recognition from such a person, I thought that at least the title of winner of the martial arts competition was needed, so I participated in the martial arts competition.

However, the result was a defeat in the quarterfinals.

In addition, the news that Lady Graycia went on a journey to find a male with Lady Raifa of Tizanga was devastating to me.

Still, I didn’t give up hope.

Lady Graycia is strong.

A male who can satisfy such a lady will not appear so easily.

But that hope was dashed.

A few days ago.

While training for a martial arts competition, I heard the news from her colleague.

Lady Graycia has returned with Lady Raifa.

With men.

Lady Graycia became a female.

I didn’t even know who the opponent was.

But it was clear that he was strong enough to turn Lady Graycia into a female.

Ah, my efforts so far…

It was easy for me to just sit there lamenting, but my heart for Lady Graycia didn’t let me do that.

Bridan is a strong supporter.

Then… If so, let’s prove it.

Win the martial arts competition

I’m asking Lord Linesallot.

Ask for a duel with the man who turned Lady Graycia into a female.

And I’m going to duel with that man and show my strength to Lady Graycia.

By defeating the man, she proves that the superior man is me.

I know it’s a disjointed thought.

Even if I win the martial arts competition, I may not be able to compete with that man.

Even if it goes well and I win against that man, Miss Graycia can still choose that man instead of me.

Still… Even so, I couldn’t stop myself.

Then, I participated in the martial arts competition and came up to the semifinals again.

The skills Pina gained through her hard work made me reach this position more smoothly than last time.

My opponent in the 4th lecture was a man who acted like an eccentric who participated in this tournament for the first time.

Such a man used the martial arts of the 3rd Knights in the last match… This time, I was going to use the swordsmanship of our 2nd Knights.

That, too, is the family name of Lord Linesalot.

While writing the name of the Locke family.

It is an act that is completely unforgivable.

To use the name of the House of Locke, it is Lord Linesallot, Lady Gracia, or Master Alex.

Or, only men who are male of Lady Graycia and can use the Locke family’s swordsmanship are permitted to mention it.

The name that is allowed only in the place where I want to be.

The man in the grotesque costume in front of him spoke.

A man in a golden bucket, wearing only the golden lower half armor and wearing only a red cloak.

The mysterious golden warrior Roger.

I don’t know what skill it was, but a man who took out a sword from the air and assumed the stance of the 2nd Knights, and said he would deal with me with the swordsmanship of the House of Locke.

I couldn’t forgive

So, as soon as the match started, I attacked him.

At once with all one’s might.

To make him realize his own faults.

However.

Chae Chae Chae Chae!

“Keugh!”

Rather, it was me who was pushed.

【Great! Roger player! We’re meeting all of Sarman’s onslaught!]

【Not only that. The way I hit back is also the movement of the 2nd lyrics team. It’s like watching the 2nd Knights fight.]

On the outside, it will look like a competitive swordsman.

But I can tell by directly facing swords.

It’s overwhelming.

The difference in skill between him and mine was truly overwhelming.

It perfectly understands and responds to all my movements.

It was as if he mastered all the swordsmanship of the 2nd Knights.

The swordsmanship of the 2nd Knights is famous.

However, it is almost impossible to respond so perfectly just because it is well known.

Even if it was possible, in order to be able to do it, you had to have an understanding of swordsmanship comparable to that of Lord Linesalot.

That… The man in front of me was doing it.

You blocked all my attacks as if you were treating me like a child, and now you are preparing for a counterattack.

At this rate, you will lose completely.

Percussion!

I spread the distance and quickly drew magic.

“Wind Boost!”

My magic that I obtained through repeated efforts because I longed for Sir Linesalot.

I activated my magic, which I had further polished to become the male of Lady Graycia.

The opponent in front of me is not one to hide the number of trumps and relax.

I’ll do my best at once to make a gap for him even just a little bit!

Wrapped in the wind, I fired the fastest thrust I could at Roger.

Naked the upper body of the opponent.

No matter how confident you are in your body, it will be impossible to take my stab.

Getting caught up in my pace while dodging is my only way out.

That was the plan.

Kaaaaang!

“…What?”

The sword got stuck in Roger’s stomach.

The fastest thrust I’ve ever had.

It was blocked by Roger’s abs.

【I can’t believe it!!! Roger player! Double Sarman’s attack! I received it naked!]

【Tummy, not fingers… No, it might be possible to concentrate mana even with the whole body.]

I didn’t understand.

My sword got stuck in my stomach?

Is this man a monster?

I know you’re competing.

But I couldn’t stop asking.

“What… Did you do?”

“Iron Ingot.”

Iron ingot?

What is it?

“Then I’ll attack you this time.”

The moment Roger said that.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

A fierce storm enveloped Roger’s body and sword.

I know this storm.

I know this technique.

Nonsense.

I can’t.

This technology… Similar to Lord Gwain’s Hongryeonfist, Lord Linesalot’s signature skill.

A skill that wipes out the enemy by surrounding the body and sword with a storm.

It was Stormbreaker.

“Huh!”

Roger’s sword is swung at me.

But that sword will never touch me.

Before the sword touches me, I am blown away by the storm that sweeps around it.

【The wind! Storm! I blew away Sarman!]

【That’s Stormbreaker. I never thought I would see Sir Linesallot’s technique following Hongryeon Fist.]

Eyes roll

The world turns

I was blown away by the storm and fell to the ground.

Wow!

“Cuck!”

I felt it as I stretched out to the gods without even being able to properly perform the fall.

I just can’t win against Roger.

That’s a different level of strength.

The moment the storm hits.

The moment I felt the immense magical energy contained within the storm, I realized.

The difference in strength as a true male.

“Keeing…”

Before I knew it, I was in a pose of surrender.

◈-Lant SIDE

I thought it would be boring to show off only my sword skills, so I received Sarman’s sword, which uses Wind Boost, with my bare body.

Even if I didn’t use magic and just received it, my body was completely calm and there was no damage.

Sarman asked what kind of technique it was, so I got in the mood and answered iron ingots and decided to finish.

What comes to mind is the sword attack my father swung at me while shouting incomprehensible words like !@#$@#$!@#$.

I swung the sword at Sarmal, feeling that I was becoming a storm, and the strong wind wrapped around my sword and body.

If I hit my sword properly, it was cut in two, so the output of the wind wrapped around the sword was stronger, and Sarman was blown away.

And I was thinking about how to deal with Sarman when he unleashes his falling technique and charges at me again…

“Keeing…”

Sarman, who had fallen sprawled, was posing in a pose he had seen many times before.

【Aaaaa!!! A pose of surrender!!! It’s a pose of surrender, folks!!!! Sarman is doing a pose of surrender aaaaa!!!

[A pose of submission that is triggered by instinct regardless of one’s will when facing a truly strong person. I never expected to see you at this martial arts tournament.]

[Salman’s instinct! The instinct of the strongman who reached the semifinals of the last tournament!!! Roger was acknowledged as a strong player.

As a result, I made Sarman do a pose of submission in front of countless spectators.

Very… I feel sorry.

[Pose of surrender is, in other words, admitting defeat! 2nd match of the semi-finals! The mysterious golden warrior advances to the finals! I’m Roger aaaaa!!!

[I’m looking forward to the finals.]

[Mandatory squad! First, move Sarman to the treatment room!]

The medical staff are trying to move me and Sarman.

At the same time, I felt the expectant gaze of the crowd.

I was very sorry for Sarman.

But for now, let’s hold a victory ceremony that meets the expectations of these spectators!

I got rid of the sword in my hand and created 5 swords with my mana weapon and placed them around me in a circle.

Papa papa papa!

【Player Roger! I took out my sword again and drove it into the ground!]

【What kind of ceremony will we show this time?】

Spreading both arms violently, I supplied magic power to the mana weapon and created a strong wind around the sword, which eventually began to spin like a whirlpool.

【Swirl! A whirlpool has formed around the swords embedded in the ground!]

【If you can do something like that, you can only say that you have learned magic professionally, not just a skill.】

Faaaaang!

I fold my outstretched arms and clap my hands, making the whirlpools come closer to me.

Woo woo woo woo!

I was pushed by the winds of the whirlpools, and my body rose swiftly upward.

【Ah! Roger player! It floated into the sky again!]

【This time it’s a vortex created by magic.】

This time it rose to the top not simply to strike a pose in the air.

I flipped my body downwards at once and created a bind near the sole of my foot and kicked it.

I love you!

I descended at high speed to the center of the swirling vortices, and as soon as I landed at the center, I punched the floor.

Aaaaang!

With a roar, the vortexes disappeared along with the sword in the shock wave of my fist.

This concept is not a muscular pose, but an expression of wild power!

To finish, I clenched my fists, looked up at the sky, and shouted loudly.

“Ooooo!!!!”

“Waaaaa!!!”

“Kyaaaaa!!!”

Along with my shout, the audience’s enthusiastic cheers and bright yellow screams resonated throughout the arena.