Although, the big words have already been said in advance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, it was only after the battle that I realized it deeply.

This woman is really a monster!

Although the eyes can see her movements clearly, it is difficult to dodge.

That one ring after another, rolling and undulating, full of swordsmanship.

In other words, I could see her movements, but I couldn't.

Maybe it's because her swordsmanship routine is too deep, but it gives me more feelings. It's like the real monsters of the Go world that you've encountered in this world.

Integrating the stylish moves into the unintentional, it is no longer confined to the change of shape between the moves, but a state of mind of enlightenment, and in the battle with this kind of person, maybe the gap between you is not big, but he can always beat you, this is the victory of the state of mind.

So the sword skills for her, may have been depleted, she is no longer confined to the routine, but between the stops and stops of my movements, immediately towards my most dangerous and unwanted to be attacked, the movements are refined and sharp, obviously in terms of speed and reflexes I have to be better than her, but now I have been hit by her 7 swords, only in the first minute of the confrontation, I was hit by 7 swords.

In front of her, it will be very difficult to even stop.

If it had been a duel with a real sword, I would have been dead by now.

Although the margin for error given to the players in this game is still extremely high, because they don't want the people who can become brave to be eliminated so easily.

But now that she's in Blake Reilly's mind, her score should be overwhelmingly high, and if it goes on like this, I'll be judged a defeat directly.

Her sword was like a casual drizzle, and it was like a tiger's tail spring ice.

I didn't even realize what was going on, and I had already been hit by the Seven Paths.

There was a faint pain in the place where he had been hit by the sword, and his weakened body perception and ability to resist blows were no different from those of mortals.

I could only open up the distance with her with a backflip, but she still seemed to be very calm and didn't take advantage of the victory.

[You know how to cook, right?] ]

She asked me a question.

[You can do the laundry, right?] ]

Babbling questions.

[Well, barely, ask what you're doing.] ]

I looked a little agitated.

[Well, since I don't know any of that, it's nice to think about having a slave or something.] ]

She seems to be already thinking about what I'm for......

It's completely looked down upon......

[With such attainments, could it be that she has stepped into the artistic conception of the Heartless Sword?] ]

[No, it's unlikely...... At this age, he has stepped into the artistic conception of the heartless sword, and he is still a girl, which is too exaggerated. ]

[I say...... If it's just a pure sword fight, are you sure you can defeat her? ]

[I...... I'm not sure. ]

The swordsmen in the audience were also discussing, it seemed that in terms of pure sword style, is this girl's realm already the top in the mainland?

I finally understood Cynthia Pity's unwavering confidence in her.

Heartless Sword, a dream of swordsmen, the first person to enter such a realm was the second generation of bravery, Arthur Pendragon II. He is also the only one among the brave men of all generations who can enter this realm, because he is not a brave person.

Being able to enter the realm of the Heartless Sword has become the highest dream of swordsmen besides becoming a brave.

Above this there is a higher realm of useless swords, a realm that only Arthur Pendragon II entered, and perhaps a legend.

It is rumored that Arthur Pendragon II soared to a higher level of sword skills in the final battle with the first demon king, but he was still defeated by the strong strength of the first demon king, and he could only look up to the sky and roar.

Hating the sword is useless, hating the sword is useless.

With deep regret and unwillingness, he died at the hands of the first demon king.

The artistic conception of the useless sword is like this, but it can be said to be a legend of legends, a dream of dreams, which no one has ever reached except Arthur Pendragon II.

And the Heartless Sword is a real pursuit, this is a realm that only belongs to geniuses and masters. Some people can achieve it at the age of thirty or forty, some people can achieve it at the age of sixty or seventy, and some people, even if they are obsessed with it all their lives, it is difficult to achieve it.

This is the only way for ordinary people to chase the Son of Destiny brave.

Because of the special identity of the second generation of braves, it can be said that no one in the brave generation has ever been able to achieve this realm.

However, at the age of sixteen, he can step into the realm of the Heartless Sword, and he is still an exaggerated person like a woman.

The unheard, the unseen.

And she has a good chance of becoming a brave now.

This undoubtedly made all the swordsmen present envious, jealous and hateful.

Now they realize that maybe this girl is the real genius.

An unprecedented genius.

Although there is a clear hierarchy in this world, the people of this world do not have such a cognition. That is, they don't know what level they are or whatever.

But now they have a deep understanding that if this girl can grow up as a brave man, she will learn all the sword skills that are integrated into magic.

Four generations of demon kings are not a big deal at all.

As I mentioned before, I'm not a creature of the same level with and without magic, so if she learns all the magic skills of being a swordsman and understands the meaning of the Holy Sword and Evil Waves. It's definitely going to be a terrifying presence for me.

Sure enough, if the form is too smooth for the demons, the human side will definitely give birth to a powerful savior who matches me.

This is how God balances the world.

But they've been too careless in their power-giving now.

It's too much of a reliance on blindly giving humans great power.

It's so nice for me.

I'm deeply glad that I didn't choose to live a drunken life in the Demon Clan, waiting for the brave to come and cut my life, otherwise I would definitely have to be cut into SB at that time.

But the more tragic crisis at the moment is that I may not only lose the position of the demon king at the same time, but also lose the qualification of the brave, and at the same time become a salted fish who helps the girl wash her fat!!!

[Don't get too carried away.] ]

Despite the danger, I had no choice but to increase my demonic power to 15%

Although the artistic conception of her moves is far different from ordinary people, the agility and reflexes of her body are still the same as ordinary people.

Sure enough, just like when facing a gray-robed man, she still seemed a little helpless against opponents with too large disparities in strength.

I'm faster now than I was before, and my sword skills can be intercepted by me at the moment of initiation. Although she still seems to be in stride, and can calmly accept all my attacks with a sword that is a little slower than mine, it seems to be evenly matched now.

[What the hell is going on with this kid, is it still possible to speed up after it's already like this?] ]

[This kind of physical fitness is too strong, and the learning ability is also so strong, if he had received a good education before, what kind of monster would he be?] ]

[If this person can be cultivated well, he will probably become an even more terrifying monster, right?] ]

I don't know why, the audience's opinion of me seems to have changed a little, and I have changed from a person who seems to only play despicable dramas to a person with great qualifications, but I can't meet Bole, which makes people feel a little regretful.

I didn't think I had done anything that could be whitewashed, but they sighed at the waste of my talents, and began to understand my situation.

Or maybe because she is too dazzling, now she begins to sympathize with me, who is also talented but like a salted fish, and it is human nature to sympathize with the weaker side.

Hahaha, if someone knows that I'm actually hanging, I'm probably going to be beaten to death, right?

Although it is said that it is already evenly matched, there is one thing that I have overlooked.

This woman is not only exaggerated in her swordsmanship, but her physical skills are not simple at all.

I was only proud for a moment before she caught the flaw.

After a sword exchange, she suddenly burst into my side like a white horse, grabbed me by the throat with her left hand, lifted me up, and put her right hand on my waist, lifting me into the air.

Then, I used a move that I had only seen on TV.

It's not like a girl would do it at all.

Lock throat throwing.

I was thrown to the ground like a dead fish, and my consciousness was sent out of the clouds in an instant.

Because my waist was held up, when I landed on the ground, my posture was guided to a head-down position, and I fell the floor.

Now, looking at the clouds in the sky, I may be thinking.

Philosophy about who I am, where I came from, and where I'm going.

Blake Reilly looked at me and wondered if I should call the game over.

Because it is the final battle, the judgment has a higher margin for error than other games.

Although his expression was already very hesitant to end the one-sided match.

However, he seemed to have a little expectation for my performance, so he just came over and held out two fingers and asked me what it was.

I replied stupidly.

[Yay!] ]

[I declare that this game ......]

I pinched him, hoping he wouldn't stop.

[Well, it looks like you're still conscious, so the game continues!] ]

He stopped announcing again.

This man must have done it on purpose!

But I just lay on the ground and couldn't get up, and I'm pretty much a waste now.

Lying decadently, lying sadly, there is a posture that everyone in the world is drunk and sober.

Everyone looked at me in confusion, is this person stupid? What the hell do you want to do?

Cynthia Gallai also looked confused, and she tentatively attacked me.

[Mystery of the Term!] Salted fish spike! ]

I soared into the air like a carp and struck at her, the wooden sword striking straight in front of her.

Then she calmly flashed to the left, and with another kick to my empty left, I made a flip in mid-air and stood up.

I now know very well that what Blake Reilly has just given me is my last chance.

If I still can't think of a one-hit kill,

The name of the book can be changed to

"I Traveled to a Different World to Help the Girl Wash Fat"

Luckily, I've really figured it out now.

This is also the last game that will determine my life in another world.

But I rushed to her as if I had not repented.

Another battle of swords.

Although my offensive is faster than hers, I guess it won't be a while before she catches the flaw and fights again.

Blake Reilly also shook his head, looking like I didn't know how to grow, and I didn't seem to be interested at all.

In the minds of all the spectators, they may also feel that this one-sided game is over.

Until now, I haven't had a single trick to hurt her.

Everyone already felt that there was no suspense in this game.

But.

After a sword blade intersected, I suddenly burst into her like a white horse passing through a gap.

After clearly observing her stopping, I copied her trick exactly.

She also looked very surprised, unexpected.

This kind of trick that requires observation of the opponent's stopping movements, excellent judgment and reflexes, and free interspersing between sword postures has also been copied by me.

On top of that, she didn't expect it at all to be defeated by her moves.

Moreover, this move is faster and more lethal than my body's speed and dominance, and my reaction is faster.

And I, once again in the final, threw away the wooden sword.

I dropped the wooden sword as I parried, and rushed to her side.

The clenched fist of her right hand slammed into her cheek, and if it hit, she would have passed out.

But this punch missed.

It's not that I didn't hit her, but I hit her in the side myself.

And her eyes no longer looked calm, but instead there was a kind of surprise, the surprise that she would lose.

It wasn't that I missed it, and it wasn't that she dodged it.

It's that I didn't think of a more important question until this time, asking me to smash my fist in the face of a girl, it's too ghostly!

I relented and let go of this opportunity.

The fist swung to the side of her head, stirring up her flowing blonde hair.

All the time becomes very slow at this moment, or it becomes especially twilight.

Although the fist was missed, my consciousness clearly reminded me that I must not give up this opportunity.

Treat this fist as a feint, and I should be able to make a follow-up move!

My body was desperate to do something to save it.

And she didn't react because of the unexpected punch.

And then I don't know what the reason is, and why.

I came up with a move in a hurry.

It was to take the princess and pick her up.

My brain must be broken.

Where can I fix my brain if it's broken, wait online, urgently.

Everyone also watched this scene in amazement, not knowing why. It was still in the midst of a fierce competition, but why has it now become a picture that looks like flirting?

But the princess was unexpectedly a good locking skill, and the kinetic energy of her thighs and arms was firmly controlled by me.

She desperately tried to break free, but she was helpless.

At this point, my physique, which is more robust as a man, finally came in handy.

Throwing her off the floor like this and letting her out of bounds for a foul is my victory.

I don't know if there will be a book of martial arts cheats that teaches how to crack the princess hug.

But she was still vigorous just now, but now she can only be like a girl, her thighs swinging helplessly up and down, beating me with both hands.

Now in the eyes of others, the feeling of her can only be that she is so cute or something.

I don't know why, but my heart is very cool.

She gasped in my arms, and she reluctantly looked like a girl who was aggrieved and powerless.

Well, sure enough, I still have to feel like a real girl when I hold it in my arms.

And just like that, I walked to the sidelines, intending to throw her off the field.

Complete the reversal of this ghost beast.

She was gently tossed into the air by me, and she was greeted by the floor outside the arena.

It looks like the big picture is decided.

I already feel like I've won.

Thus completely forgotten.

If you really think of her as an ordinary girl, you would be very wrong.

She immediately fought back in the air.

Feet caught my head in an instant, and a nice backspin threw me out.

I was even more unexpected, because the center was restrained by her, and all of them were thrown off the field, and she successfully turned herself back into the field.

I'm now on the floor off the field.

Slowly realized, what happened?

Am I losing?