In the midst of this team battle, most of the onlookers sitting in the audience were attracted to... Well, in fact, there is not a majority, after all, about a third of the onlookers are some kind of cult... Oh no, members of the Society of Love. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They won't care about the rest of the people on the field~ As long as their 'idols' are powerful and beautiful enough, wouldn't it~

And some of the other viewers also paid sporadically to several other less conspicuous battles.

But in this ring, there is no doubt that the most eye-catching thing is the fight between the two giant beasts... The battle between the beautiful silver dragon and the fierce and monstrous Behemoth.

What worries most viewers is... The beautiful silver dragon was clearly not in good shape now, its original body full of majesty and beauty was already covered with scars, because even the sturdy dragon scales could not resist the terrifying claws of the Beamon beast.

The battle between them is like a vicious big cat bullying a beautiful bird.

Soon, though... The tide of battle was turned around.

Because the silver-haired little boy, whose sense of existence was almost non-existent compared to these two behemoths, erupted with unparalleled magic fluctuations... It was enough to shock the other people who were fighting, and they all left behind their opponents in front of them, and instead looked at him in horror at the fluctuations of mana.

"Na... The beast that keeps hurting Shanna..."The silver-haired little Stantarance took a deep breath, raised the ornate staff in his hand that glowed like the sun, and slowly spat out a sentence with an expressionless face.

“... Are you ready to be reduced to ashes?"

At the same time, the Beamon Behemoth, which kept roaring viciously at the already scarred silver dragon, slowly took a few steps back.

It felt threatened... It came from a small human standing on the back of the silver dragon, which it had never taken to heart, a deadly threat that could lead it to the world of death!

Fear arose in its heart... It continued to let out a low roar at the silver dragon, which was covered in scars, but still did not show a trace of cowardice or confusion in the dragon's characteristic pale golden vertical pupils.

"It turns out that the legendary Beamon Behemoth, which can almost be called the strongest creature on land, can also feel fear...", the silver-haired little Shota sneered, "but... It's too late to beg for mercy now..."

He slammed the glowing staff in his hand down.

"my Armstrong Kryptonite magic cannon!"

A fireball the size of an ordinary watermelon, but as scorching as the sun, shot out from the tip of the ornate staff, and the target was the Beamon Behemoth that had turned around and tried to escape.

Although the Beamon race is not for the ordinary... Even some high-level magic spells, such as dragon language, have very high resistance... But it was clear that this Armstrong Kryptonite Magic Cannon was not within the range of what it could successfully defend against... After all, kryptonite players can burst out with honey attack power...

If I get hit head-on... will die.

This was the conclusion of the Beamon beast's keen senses.

And, I'm afraid, as the human dwarf said, will be reduced to ashes and have no bones left.

So... It's good to run.

If you hadn't been hit head-on, you wouldn't have died... Right?

The next moment, a monstrous wave of flames erupted from the fireball like the scorching sun... Even the onlookers who were sitting in the audience, protected by the defensive magic barrier, felt the heat wave.

And this Armstrong Krypton Gold Magic Cannon, which was far more powerful than everyone expected, naturally interrupted all the battles on the field.

But without this instantaneous explosion of magic, it didn't hurt anyone... Or biology.

Yes, even with its original target, the fleeing Beamon Behemoth was not harmed in the slightest.

Because... Just when the terrifying magic fluctuations erupted from the silver-haired little Zhengtai, the middle-aged bald teacher sitting in the referee's seat had already made a move.

“... Beamon Behemoth, decision to exit. ”

After easily blocking this terrifying magic spell, the middle-aged bald teacher faintly said to the orc warrior Gru on the other side of the dueling arena who had been frightened back from his frenzied state by this terrifying magic: "Do you have any opinion on the ruling against your guardian beast? ”

"No," the originally bewildered orc warrior looked grateful, "Thank you, Mr. Oult. ”

"It's just a duty..."The middle-aged bald man named Oult shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "So now... The game continued. ”

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the dueling arena, and instantly sat back in the audience.

"So... Despicable humans... We also continue... Huh!"

The orc warrior with a look of joy on his face had just turned his head to declare war again on Hector, who had been smiling and staring at him... However, before he finished speaking, he had already hit the street.

Another 'Hector' appeared behind him and said lightly.

"Mr. Oult has already said that the game continues... And," he paused, and continued in a self-deprecating tone, "you already know I'm a 'vile human'... So why not be careful?"

Time rewinds three minutes again.

In the midst of the battle at this moment, Heck was very embarrassed by the fight with this orc warrior who had already entered the madness mode... Because he wasn't the kind of fighter who was just head-on.

Despite the fact that he has a certain ability to fight head-on ... But since he was a child, he has been constantly warned that as an assassin or a killer, he must never try to confront his enemies unless he has to!

So from the moment he stepped on this gladiatorial arena, he was already at an absolute disadvantage... And it is unavoidable, and it can only be accepted calmly.

Assassins have never been a class that chooses to fight fairly... They have only one goal, and that is to kill the target.

However, what he is facing at the moment is nothing more than an 'opponent'... It wasn't his 'goal'.

If he had done it the way he had done it... So none of the people in the Morning Radiant team can successfully participate... Before the battle, it is necessary to decide the victory or defeat of the battle, the life and death of the enemy and the enemy, this is what he has always been taught.

But he's been here for a long time... In other words, under the constraints of St. Finland's 'school rules', he had to become more 'settled'.

After all, his identity here is an ordinary 'student', not the 'strongest assassin' of the new generation of the Parr family!

But....this does not mean that he will change his values.

'Glorious' or 'mean', such adjectives mean nothing to him... All he cares about is whether the opponent in front of him is standing or lying down.

And this 'opponent' he is facing... It's his favorite genre.

Well-developed limbs, simple-minded, careless ... If it weren't for the fact that he still had a good teammate, he would have been defeated by his own and retired in the first place, right?

However, the orc warriors in the frenzy state are indeed troublesome... He was not good at frontal combat, and it was much more difficult for him to hide himself in front of the sharp instincts possessed by the orcs after he had gone completely berserk... So run away.

Anyway, you're fast, aren't you?

If you fight head-on... Your own chances of winning are actually better than your opponent's... But why do you do it?

As long as it slowly drags on until the end of its madness, then you can easily let it out, right?

My other 'teammates' don't look like they need their help... Except for the little girl disguised as a male silver-haired girl.

Thinking like this, Hector noticed the terrifying magic fluctuations coming from the direction where the silver-haired little Zhengtai was.

Looks like I'm wrong... Even that little girl, like the rest of her 'teammates', is a very powerful lawyer...