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I don't know why we have a tacit understanding to stand in a column, and we are stared at by tens of thousands of people and the Pope and other magnates, which is a little embarrassing.

I always wonder if I'm going to put on some march or something, right?

And the atmosphere in the venue is getting quieter and quieter, and an angular uncle is walking here. He wears a different armor than the generals and guards he has seen before. It is golden, and it is very finely carved to look like the armor of an extraordinary magic weapon, and it also symbolizes that his identity is extraordinary, he looks like he is about thirty years old, his hair is not long or short, and he has the eyes of a battle-hardened warrior. It's a very reassuring image of a soldier, and if I have a man like this under my account, it will also make me feel very relieved. A man who gives people the impression that he can trust his life.

He was the head of the Templar Order, Blake Reilly. The man who once had the upper hand with my dear marshal Evil Dragon Denolosé in a heads-up.

Even if you are an enemy, you will feel a sense of pity when you see him.

[O monarchs who can stand here, first of all, I have high respect for you, you all have the potential to become the saviors of this continent, and I am full of expectations for you.] ]

He said loudly and loudly, speaking to us, and to everyone.

[It is a great honour to receive this appointment from His Holiness the Pope, and I will be the referee of all the games in this final venue, and I look forward to your victory with dignity, but if there are any opportunistic people who want to take advantage of this moment, may you be able to hide it from my eyes!] ]

I couldn't help but swallow, this man must be a person with extraordinary experience, so far it seems that the human posture I have maintained with the Demon Resistant Holy Magic Stone is unassailable, except for the physical function that is different from ordinary people, there is nothing special.

But I still don't dare to act rashly, because in the base camp of the human race, under the noses of the elites of the human race, as a demon king, I want to become a brave man or something.

It should be one of the few limits in this world that can be reached.

If this is a game, you should unlock an achievement for me at this point.

【World-class Fancy Death Champion】

[So!] Let's start the competition and put all of your best foot forward. ]

Blake Reilly announced loudly, which also means that today's game has officially begun.

Six of the eight left the dojo, leaving me with another man and referee Blake Reilly.

Because today's first competition was between me and this unknown man.

[Let me say it first, I will never agree with your way of fighting.] ]

[A despicable villain like you is not worthy of the Holy Sword!] ]

The brown-haired man was going to taunt me before the game even started.

Looking at the bracket, his name is Robert Buren

It should be an ordinary explorer in a certain village, and this kind of explorer from the grassroots seems to be very popular.

The people in the dojo were uproaring, and those who had watched my game yesterday started shouting in unison.

[Excellent!] Down with this disgrace among the swordsmen! ]

[Let him taste what the real kendo is!] ]

At first, it was just a few people who were talking about it, and then people who hadn't watched my game and didn't have much idea about my game started to talk about it.

But after a while, as if I had been infected by some virus, most of the people in the entire venue began to collapse in their perception of me in a worse and worse way.

The boy with his short hair standing on end, looking more like a civilian explorer, was looking at me with a disdainful, burning look.

The eyes are full of immaturity and righteousness, like a pure and innocent look that has not experienced the banter of the world, and it seems that it is really a standard partner of justice. I don't know when the atmosphere has changed to what kind of decent person he wants to defeat me.

I'm the main character of this book, right? What's the matter with this person's melody posture?

If you don't describe him euphemistically, you're just a naïve and ignorant person.

People who have been brainwashed by the so-called belief in the so-called right and wrong are just standing in a position where most people feel comfortable and playing the role of a hero, and they can criticize people they don't know without any scruples.

Well, although it is true that my behavior is enough to be criticized, but this kind of person who only wants to rely on other people's gossip and in order to satisfy his own vanity without a little consciousness, but paralyzes himself and thinks that he is carrying out justice.

It's like the people in the world who don't know me at all but don't know why they follow the rumors and slander me, and use these stories that they don't know who made them as reasons to bully me. Unleashed whitewashed malice on me without any scruples, and even their own hearts did not consciously take it for granted.

It made me feel a sense of familiarity.

Now, I have to take it upon myself to accept these brainless abuses, well, who will let me do it myself?

That's right, a group of viewers at the conference are now trying their best to abuse me with all kinds of lines, although there are many sensible watchers, but if there is a comment about my current style, it should be said that it has been a thousand miles away.

Amplifying the shortcomings and mistakes of others can be said to be an innate talent of human beings.

Compared with yesterday's scattered crowds, there are more onlookers today, and I, who was hated by others, have finally faced the most vocal condemnation in my life.

Out of the corner of my eye, I swept to Cynthia Coai, who was watching me in the corner, and she seemed to sympathize with me with a sympathetic expression.

If I want to say that my current situation is like something, it is like the culprit who lost a game in a national stadium, and I am accepting the dissatisfaction of the audience.

Blake Reilly couldn't help but probe me, as if I had been on his list of suspicious subjects.

I'm already going on a difficult enough death, but now that this kid is so black, it's even more noticeable, which can't help but make me feel irritable.

But I answered him very calmly.

[Oh, that's right.] ]

But he's pretty smug now.

[Your insect carving skills don't do anything to me!] ]

He yelled at me like a very official and brave man.

With the referee's signal, the game began.

He was quite upright, and he rushed at me fearlessly.

Between one move and one formula, there is nothing eye-catching. If you want to evaluate his level.

It's just above the average for this tournament, and if he meets one of the three opponents I've met before, he'll probably be eliminated.

In other words, although this person is powerful, it is just luck that he has been able to make it all the way here.

Or maybe the opponents I've met before are too unlucky, and they probably all have a chance to make it to the quarterfinals.

[Do you think that this man's swordsmanship seems to have changed a lot compared to yesterday?] ]

[His basic sword style seems to be similar to that of Victor Robin?] ]

[But this sword style seems to add a lot of color to his hands, like an elegant waltz.] ]

[That's right, the momentum of this set of swordsmanship in his hand seems to be the sword style handed down by the real Victor Roya.] ]

The people on the stage were talking about the sword style I was using.

I've seen him play a trick, but I've probably memorized the rules.

And Victor Robin himself was watching this scene in amazement.

[I've only seen it once, but can I learn to surpass me?] ]

He looked at me in surprise and reluctance.

There was another sigh on the stage.

And my opponent, this righteous little friend, has been repeatedly whipped by me with a wooden sword many times because of the flaws.

He looked at me with menacing eyes, and I was still as lacking in interest as ever.

He retreated to rest for a while, his body should be said to be in a faint pain because of the blow of the wooden sword, it is reasonable that he should learn to be smarter, maybe change his thinking or something, but after he rested for a while, he still rushed towards me with a loud shout.

Still rushing over with the same moves, is this person relying on roaring?

As soon as the style changed, I rushed at him fiercely, a set of chilling swordsmanship towards his vital point, and he couldn't react to the change in style. Although my body was full of flaws, he couldn't reach my flaws before he was caught off guard, and I was knocked down with extremely fast swordsmanship.

He was at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously helped his face to protect the vital point.

But this kind of behavior is simply declaring my victory.

The wooden sword struck him mercilessly like a whip, making a loud whipping sound.

Smack

I struck him in the chest with a crisp sound, and he collapsed on the dojo, twisting his body in pain.

In the sword style just now, I hit him with a total of five swords, and the spiny slashes were concentrated on the joints, which had already weakened his body functions to the extreme.

Yes, these spectators are also talking. Isn't this the handiwork of the Black Sword Clan? And that swarthy little brother with some natural curls, Ballard Noi was also watching this scene in amazement, this set of sword styles was faster and more ruthless than his.

A man who can learn the moves of his opponent after watching it once, and can integrate it according to his own understanding, they are all shocked by such qualifications.

In fact, with the body of the demon king, I can see their moves very clearly and understand the routines, and although these tricks are used, they are also at the level of going out, and it is not difficult to learn these things, but I am more extreme, and I can quickly master them.

And the referee, Blake Reilly, also felt that this game without suspense was coming to an end and the result was about to be announced.

But the man still had the intention of getting up, muttering in his mouth.

[I haven't lost yet!] I haven't lost yet! ]

Like a zombie, it pounced on me, and the embarrassed posture was self-evident.

I could only turn around and hit him in the stomach with the hilt of my sword.

At this point, our righteous companion fell to the ground, because he was unconscious and could not stand up again.

[The winner is, Angus Allen!] ]

Although I was worried that he would get up again from the power of faith that I don't know where, the referee was very familiar with my victory, and he didn't stand up again so dramatically.

And the whole arena also resounded with familiar boos, and it seems that copying other people's moves as a means of victory is not very popular.

It's a righteous little partner, who loses very imposingly, but he can be weak, but he looks like he is still honored.

I was content with this unwelcome boo and left the scene in style.

[Didn't this person learn the moves of an opponent he had only seen once?] ]

John Charlemagne VI asked the priest Cynthia Pitiful.

[Well, that's true, I thought he was just a lot stronger than ordinary people in terms of physical functions, but I didn't expect his learning ability to be so strong.] ]

Cynthia Poor High Priest was also amazed by this.

[With such talent and qualifications, if Brother Duyuk were still in the world, he would feel unattainable and ashamed.] ]

Buffett Furci couldn't help but join the conversation, and he said that the Duyuk brother mentioned was the seventh generation of braves, the hero king [Duyuk Kepan].

[What's more, if this person is really a person who bears the fate of a brave man, this kind of talent can only be ashamed of the existence of even the third generation of brave and second generation brave people.] ]

John Charlemagne VI stroked his beard and pondered.

[You also understand the current situation.,The talent we have is really exhausted.,We can only hope that the new generation can appear some monsters that can maintain balance.,In addition to the most tricky new generation of demon kings in history, there is also the existence of Miria Einqingte.,It's really bad for us to continue like this.] ]

John Charlemagne VI seems to have a headache at the thought of these two men.

[But if this boy can become a brave man, he will grow up to be the strongest brave man ever, this young man must be a blessing from heaven, and his potential is estimated to be unmatched by even the four generations of demon kings.] ]

John Charlemagne VI seemed very pleased with the booing teenager.

[But if it were and pitiful... If you compare it to the sister of the priest, it's very different, and I think if the opponent is that little girl, this boy will be very dangerous. ]

Warren Buffett Forge doesn't seem to be comfortable with Cynthia Pity's identity, and unconsciously wants to call her by the name she used to be when she was a partner.

[Even if it's Ai her, she will find it tricky when she meets this teenager, it seems that I really accidentally let my sister in. ]

The priest also began to feel suspense about the victory.

[Hahaha, it seems that the olives of the new era are oriented towards us, although I think your sister seems to have a better chance of winning so far, but I still think that the winner of this conference will be this boy, and I am happy to gamble on him.] ]

His Holiness seemed to be looking forward to the future of the two of them. Looking forward to what kind of battles the monsters of the next generation will stage.