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After I got the right to enter the conference, the priest's eldest sister told me to come to the stadium tomorrow to report, so I found a random hotel to stay in, and slept until now.

I changed into a blue and white robe, which looked more energetic, and protective armor was forbidden due to the competition.

Except for the good sleep I got during my stay in Stan Kathu, I only slept sporadically after all the ups and downs, and it was no big deal to rely on the Demon King's exuberant energy. However, the feeling of being able to sleep comfortably is very pleasant for both humans and demons.

After the trouble opening ceremony.

The clichéd eulogy of the troublesome Pope John Charlemagne VI to the heroic king, as well as various criticisms of the demons and me as the demon king, and various visions for the future.

The Holy Sword Conference, the meeting of the brave. It's finally begun.

In the first competition, the venue was divided into two groups, and until the final eight-strong showdown, it was held in front of the center of Siondido, in front of the statue of the first brave man, and in front of many Terran nobles, representatives of various countries, as well as popes and priests.

The two venues are facing each other, and there is a wide platform made of white stones, and if the limbs touch beyond the platform, they will be eliminated. Or when you are hit on the platform to the point where you have no power to fight back, the referee will decide whether you win or lose. Players can also choose to surrender voluntarily.

Well, it's similar to the world's first martial arts club.

I was assigned to the host dojo, and after looking closely at the matchup, there was indeed a being named Cynthia Keai, and if I guessed correctly, she was the sister of the priest's eldest sister.

However, she was assigned to the West Dojo, and if the priestess's confident judgment was correct, I should have met her in the final.

There are only 5 female contestants in this conference, because it is a conference to determine the brave, and the profession or goal of the contestants must be to become a swordsman. Not to mention the existence of a female brave, there is no precedent in the first 7 generations. But there is no gender restriction in the Holy Sword Conference, so it is not impossible.

It's true that I never thought about it, and I didn't think about whether the brave man would be a woman or something. I am also skeptical of the priest's words, and among the purposes of this visit, becoming a brave man in this continent is indeed one of my primary goals, but if I can't find a real brave man because of this, it will be very much worth the loss.

It was indeed too reckless to come alone this time, and there were too few countermeasures to prepare, such as how to pass the test of the [Prophet's Staff] and how to hide from these old foxes of the Papal States, I could only rely on luck to carry on. And now how to find the real brave has become a difficult problem.

According to the law of cause and effect I mentioned before, the brave man is not expected to be defeated by me too easily, so if I can feel the obvious pressure of the opponent, it should be the brave.

As for the registration problem, I improvised a name for the eldest sister, because I could not report the prestige of Gaius Julius Caesar IV, and if I reported the name of the current world, it would also seem a little unconventional. So my current disguised identity in the Terran is called Angus Allen.

Now I am standing on the top of the dojo, the side of the dojo is separated by a white wall, and the white wall is full of all kinds of spectators, some of them are local people, some are adventurers on the mainland, and there seem to be some not simple guys who are silently watching.

The referee is a veteran in silver armor, maybe some kind of general or something, and his weather-beaten face is full of stories, so he should have enough experience to judge the situation in the game.

Weapons are required in the game, and there is only one kind, and that is the wooden sword,

The size is modeled after the [Sword of Hope's Yasuo], with a total length of about 1.4 meters, and the rudimentary shape of the sword is roughly carved.

And my first opponent finally walked up slowly, wearing a red turban, a very naturally curly black hair, and a dark-skinned teenager,

[May you surrender sooner, or I'll beat you to your knees and beg for mercy.] ]

The teenager confidently challenged me.

[Isn't he the Black Sword Clan of Tonorli?] ]

[Is this boy really unlucky?] The Black Sword Clan is the most brutal swordsmanship on this continent, and I don't think the suspense of this game is too big. ]

[He must be the son of the overlord Black Sword, Ballard Nock, Ballard Noi, right?] This iconic red scarf is there. ]

[What about the rules of the Black Sword Clan, today is really a blessing.] ]

Wow, do all the people on this continent have their own skills to set up flags?

It seems that there will be no shortage of rhythm masters in both the present world and the other world.

[Oh, that's right.] ]

I looked at this guy who looked like an entertainer with little interest.

[Hmph, let's let a hillbilly like you see the real martial arts!] ]

As soon as the referee signaled for the game to begin, he rushed straight up, and the wooden sword stabbed straight at my vital point.

Although I suppressed the power to 5%, but the dynamic vision and reaction power of this body is still amazingly high, the consciousness of dodging seems to have penetrated into my brain marrow, I can see his movements completely, and dodging can be completed by relying on the subconscious, even if the will changes the owner, the inertia of the body is still perfectly preserved.

[Euler Ola Ola Ola! ]

He came at me aggressively.

His sword style is indeed fierce, one after another, stabbing towards my vital point smoothly, and although he is full of flaws, but because the swordsmanship is too aggressive, unless he can counter a flaw in the defense, or shoot faster than him, otherwise the flaws in his body are like bait, and he will defeat you with faster means before you can shoot.

However, his sword style is still obviously immature, after all, it is in the level of the novice stage, and if ordinary people are attacked by such a sword routine, I am afraid that they will already mess up their hands and feet, resulting in defeat.

But I'm different, although I don't know anything about swordsmanship, but my body can react, I can dodge with my body, and if I can't dodge, I can block with a wooden sword. Although he was like a mess of swords one after another, he couldn't hurt me with a single move.

According to the art of war in the present world, one blow is vigorous, then it declines, and three times it is exhausted.

Sure enough, after a brief outburst, he was visibly out of breath, and his movements began to slow down, and he began to retreat after a vertical slash, trying to take a break before launching a second wave.

I don't want to give him that chance, though, because it doesn't matter if you play for a long time.

I threw the wooden sword and struck him in the right wrist, and his sword fell out of his hand.

He looked at me with a look of surprise and puzzlement, how could there be such a person, under the attack of a set of fierce sword skills, it was okay to be able to retreat, and the first move of the shot, he threw the sword.

The referee did not disagree, and there was no rule that a sword could not be thrown.

compared to the routine, I still lost to me, a countryman.

I really don't understand anything about swordsmanship, but not necessarily when it comes to physical skills.

His face was twisted in pain from the blow to his hand from the wooden sword. Out of human subconscious, he wanted to cover his injured hand to relieve the pain.

But as soon as I threw my sword, I caught his right hand that I had struck with my right hand, flipped his right arm around his back, and then grabbed his shoulder with my left hand crossed, and stepped on the leg below the bent knee of his left leg, and he fell to his knees, and my right hand was twisted and locked, and he let out a cry of pain

[Ahhh ]

I continued to stimulate the pain of his twisted right hand, and the referee didn't signal to stop, and the lock was recognized at the conference.

After a while, he seemed to understand that he couldn't break free, and began to beg for mercy.

[I admit defeat, I admit defeat!] Let go, let go! ]

I couldn't see his anguished face with his face away from mine, but his eager voice seemed to be overwhelmed.

[I declare that this match was won by Angus Allen!] ]

The referee shouted and motioned for me to stop the lock.

I let go of my hand, and he immediately fell to the ground and moaned with his arms covered.

I have a lot of more decent solutions, but since he mentioned kneeling and begging for mercy.

Then this kind of ending should be the most appropriate.

[The kid on the stage can't do it, although he is quite fierce, but he still doesn't seem to have realized the essence of the Black Sword Clan.] ]

[Hawkers, anyway, it's just a fight between some milky imps.,That's it.] ]

The audience was all talking, it is true that this curly-haired boy's swordsmanship seems too reckless in the eyes of others, and there is nothing remarkable about my routine of throwing a sword to win, and I was regarded as a fluke to win this game.

[Cut, damn it!] ]

He gave me a vicious glare and stepped down, apparently unconvinced by my winning tactics, believing that he had fallen for my tricks.

And I can only make a mocking expression of blaming me for winning so carelessly and looking at him.

After that, after watching the rookies pecking each other in the lounge for a long time, the preliminary round of the Holy Sword Conference ended, followed by the 32 into the top 16 matches.

There is a rest room for players to rest, and there are also top priests in the mainland who specialize in recovering the state, minor injuries and overwork can be healed immediately, helping players to recover their state in order to fully participate in the next game, because it is impossible to have excessive injury events and behaviors under the supervision of the referee, and if the player chooses to cause unnecessary injury to the opponent in the case of keeping his hand, the referee can judge the foul, and the game is not allowed to cause fatal behavior, and the referee is to maintain the fairness of the game, It is also necessary to protect the lives of the players.

I wasn't hurt or tired, so I just sat quietly on my bed in the players' lounge and waited.

After a long wait, I was called back to the dojo for the next match.

I returned to the dojo, and a young man with a good demeanor and a good look followed me to the dojo.

He is dressed in a white robe, looking heroic, quite a heroic posture of a chivalrous man, this kind of person should belong to the kind of people who can't find fault with it, and will make a group of girl, the ultimate present.

Sure enough, there was already a group of teenage aunts in the audience who exclaimed. I'm still pretty confident in my human face, but I don't seem to be very popular because I've been tired and unmotivated so far.

I feel like I'm back in the present world, as a salted fish foiling these boring freshness.

Although he was not like the curly-haired monster, he was sarcastic at the beginning, and he was still looking at me with a kind look, and he seemed to be at ease.

But in my heart now, I just feel inexplicably angry.

[Did you know?] The young man in white is a descendant of the four generations of brave men, Victor Roya. I remember his name was Victor Robin.]

[I've watched a lot of his previous games, not only is he super handsome, but his strength is also extraordinary. is worthy of being a descendant of a generation of brave men, I don't know what type of girl he likes. ]

[Who is the person he is playing against, it looks so gloomy and feels so annoying.] ]

[Ah, that guy, I've seen him play in the last game, and he threw his sword away as soon as he made a move, and although he won the last game, I think he's a fool.] ]

The girls in the audience were talking excitedly, and I had already been hurt by 10,000 points in my heart before I even started the game.

It looks so gloomy, it feels so nasty, it feels like a stupid person...

I don't know if it's because of my evaluation of being accompanied by this son, but if you want to talk about looks, I'm also quite confident, until just now.

All in all, now I'm going to take all my anger out on him.

Why do people hurt each other, I sighed with a sense of guilt.

[I'm Victor Robin.] The ambition is to be a brave man! Report the name, my sword will not hurt the nameless! ]

It's obviously such a second-class opening remark, why are the girls in the audience still screaming nymphomaniacs? And the uncles who were not optimistic about me in the first round don't know why they are now casting enthusiastic eyes on me, as if expecting me to defeat him,

As a representative of the salted fish, I must live up to my mission, and I really want to salute them now.

[Oh, that's right.] ]

I don't want to use more words for these people who are full of pressure.

After the second secondary school's speech, he was ignored by me, and his cheeks looked a little embarrassed.

And the girls have already begun to spit on me, such as marrying people must not marry such unmotivated men.

Lying down and not knowing what was going on, I became a negative teaching material for girls to measure their boyfriends.

What, I'm like a villain.

I'm really sorry for a man like me who is not motivated, gloomy, obnoxious, and stupid, and wants to open a harem or something in another world.

I want to go back to the arms of Her Majesty the Princess and Sister Dragon and hide now, and I feel the deep malice of the world towards me.

I was fighting him with a sword, not with the Curly-Haired Monster, and the battle between us was very slow, and he seemed to be one of the more cautious opponents, and I was just lazy and unmotivated.

His sword style tested me little by little, like an elegant march, like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon, sometimes the sword intent is high, murderous, and sometimes tactful and soft, which makes people relax. Compared to the curly-haired monster's attack, which was like a rainbow as soon as it came up, this sword style was more stable and more dangerous. Sure enough, it's not a general. But for me, it's just barely enough to play.

Although I don't understand his tricks, but with this agile physical fitness, dodging and blocking, it seems that I am at a disadvantage, and I have no power to fight back, but in fact, his continuous sword style, none of the moves can hurt me, I have been fighting with him for several rounds, he still can't find my flaws, the owner of this body has carried out devilish exercises before, and even after entrusting this body to me without any experience, he still has an extremely amazing subconscious judgment and reflexes. It's not something that such fledgling youngsters can break through.

The people in the audience were also anxious, either sweating for my dangerous shelter, or anxious about his delicate sword form that could hurt me just a fraction of a second. Now everyone in the audience is holding their breath for this competition, as if every next moment is likely to decide the winner.

And then in this atmosphere where everyone is watching and everyone is fascinated.

I threw my sword again.

He should have watched my last game, but he didn't expect this one, and because of my quick movements, he could only swing his sword upwards and pick up the flying sword that was directly towards his head.

And at the same time, for a moment, he had to leak a flaw.

I raised my hand and struck him on his unsuspecting wrist, the weakness of the human body could not be restrained, and as soon as his right hand was released, his sword fell to the ground.

He didn't give me any further chance, though, and quickly bent down to land a sweeping kick that I jumped up to dodge, and he threw another swift triple punch into my middle, and I slapped his fist with both hands and landed on the ground. It seems that he is still wary of my move, and his fist and foot kung fu are not bad.

Everyone in the audience watched dumbfounded, why did this person turn the sword skills conference into a fighting competition?

The wooden sword fell at his feet, but I didn't give him a chance to pick it up.

The charge was a bunch of punches, and he used both hands to block, but I was too fast.

If I was careless, I smashed my fist on the handsome face, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, landing with a face brake.

His mind was still full of stars, and after being punched, he had a black mark on his left eye, and he had a nosebleed in his nose, and he reluctantly stood up.

[Poor Poor Poor Weak Poor Poor! ]

Like some kind of hot-blooded comic, the ruthless me launched another burst of full, a set of chaotic punches like Pegasus meteors bombarding his body, punching to the flesh. He was already defenseless when I punched him in the face. Now he was eating such a set of combos, but after a while, he was firmly spread on the ground and refused to get up, and raised a hand to signal surrender. The long flowing hair is messy, the clothes are disheveled, and there is no longer the image of Prince Charming.

[I declare that this match was won by Angus Allen!] ]

The referee raised my hand and declared my victory.

[Why is this person like this?] Is this not a foul, the referee must be a black whistle. ]

[Hey, this man is really bad, how can he be a brave man like this.] ]

[Woo woo, Lord Robin is so pitiful, he would be defeated by such a person.] ]

The girls in the audience looked at me, and their eyes were finally like those girls in the world, hurting me with a look of disgust, it seems that whether it is the present world or another world, whether it is a demon king or a dead house, can't it change the fate of my salted fish?

[Kuhahahahaha What do you know? Fists are a man's romance! ]

I've become obsessed with the feeling of being a villain, and I'm shouting at them with self-defeat.

[Well said!] Real men are all about fists! ]

[The fist is his own brother!] ]

But on the contrary, I'm now very popular among the uncles.

All the uncles present were cheering for me, it was a bloody victory.

Mixed with the disgust of the girls and the cheers of the uncles.

Anyway, I'm already one of the top 16 and then the next opponent. It's time to go to the main venue for the quarterfinals, and then you will meet the magnates of this Terran, and maybe the real brave, Cynthia Keai.

I haven't had a chance to see her yet, but it's going to be at this pace.

So far, I have taken a tougher approach to all the fighters, and I have tested which of them is the real brave, although I have always thought that a person like Victor Robin who is full of positive melodies may be a brave man, but he does not choose to continue the fight under the attack that I have spare strength, but surrenders. Then it would be terrible to get rid of him.

At this time, I noticed that a blonde sister in the audience was smiling and watching me, it was Cynthia Poor, the head of the priest's eldest sister.