Overgeared

The white skin and pure silver armor were the only pure white presence in hell. In the hall of malice and killing intent, only she was virtuous and just.

Tang tang! Tatatatang!

Demon Slayer Yura—she recreated this hateful hell as she fired a barrage that covered the sky. It was the birth of a cage that locked onto all players involved in target processing.

-Wow...

The event ended in just 23 seconds. Viewers replayed the event repeatedly from various angles and belatedly exclaimed. The entire world was thrilled. The legendary greatness that Grid showed as soon as he participated in the National Competition... Yura only proved it properly after several years. It was the fruit of her long efforts.

“......”

The cameras focused on Yura, who was breathing hard with her heart pounding. She remembered all the trials and anguish she had faced from the time she met Great Demon Amoract up to now.

Zibal’s hands were shaking as he stepped off Raiders. “You have been suffering for a while now... Congratulations.”

He was congratulating her but the tone and words were more like comfort. Why? Yura was feeling doubt when she suddenly realized that tears were flowing down her cheeks.

“Ah...” Why was she so desperate? Grid, Kraugel, Piaro, Mercedes...

Was she relieved and crying because she followed them late, they who had been the same legends but were far ahead?

“Thank you,” Yura responded with an awkward smile.

“Hey.” Zibal frowned at the sight. “Don’t cry when you’ve only won once. Next year, I’ll win.”

“...?” She wasn’t crying because she won. Yura wanted to explain but she closed her mouth. It was because she noticed that Zibal’s shoulders were shaking. “...I understand.”

Yes, it wasn’t only her. The other players, including Zibal standing in front of her with a somber expression, had been working hard for the past year. All of them deserved respect.

“I’m looking forward to next year. Let’s have a great competition at that time.”

A close up shot of a rarely smiling Yura. The viewers around the world were stunned silent for a moment by her beauty.

Subsequently, the second event, drawing the saint sword, started and flames sparked. She was different from Yura, who blackened the sky. Jishuka dominated the area with flames and heat.

“It is unexpected.” Kraugel touched his wrist that was feeling the recoil of deflecting an arrow and turned his gaze over the wall of fire. He could see the beautiful woman with a blazing bow—Jishuka. It was unexpected for her to compete in drawing the saint sword event since it had been announced a few days earlier that Kraugel would be participating. It was because the swordsmanship of a sword saint made the concept of distance meaningless. This was the worst thing for an archer.

-Why participate in a losing event?

were full of

was refreshing enough to make people forget the heat and she spoke shocking remarks, “I’m going to beat you. I got a quest to

“......”

the drawing the saint sword

top, you need an overwhelming difference in

of the bow saint was to fight and overcome a ‘legend of the current era’ like it was with the sword saint, Jishuka should’ve challenged Yura, not Kraugel. It should’ve also been before the

is hard. Wouldn’t it be nice to knock you down and become a bow saint? Be

shot became a signal. After she released the bowstring, the arrows created flames in the area while players from other countries appeared in unison to attack

However, the absolute strongman called Kraugel made them naturally cooperate. It was as Jishuka expected. It was also a source of

push you here and make you pay

had made great strides. Not only had she gained multiple levels, she acquired new skills and stats in the process of achieving the bow saint pre-conditions. Furthermore, when she

at the possibilities. She calculated that the stage of the sword draw, which was dozens of times larger than the PvP stage and had a variety of terrain features, was the only stage where

will identify your

to let her win once.

pride. Jishuka also valued pride. Forcing her colleagues to throw the match just to change classes?

“......”

closed his eyes. It was intended to seal the sight of the shimmering flames and to awaken a different sense. Kraugel slightly widened his stride and swung his sword, cutting down the fire arrow shot by Jishuka. There were two

Divine Power’ that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. Kraugel was recovering his sword to use Sword Curtain, only to find

analyzing data. A sword saint’s Sword Curtain completely neutralized projectiles. An archer couldn’t beat Kraugel when the Sword Curtain existed. It had to

Curtain, Kraugel was forced to avoid the arrow. It

avoided it? A real monster... I’m going to have to

Kraugel. Surrounded by dozens of people, Kraugel lowered his waist as much

“Split Open.”

the sharpest and most powerful sword energy in the world. All of the surrounding landscape was split apart. All the players who just arrived and attacked Kraugel

“Kuack!”

“Kkuk...!”

fatally wounded

was once again drawn and

beyond strength’ and shows ‘something that can’t happen’ or ‘something that shouldn’t

two holes

“Cough, I screwed up.”

Incarnation of Fire but her

he would grow to this

Jishuka continued to shoot. Her arrows flew in a spiral and blocked the ability to read their trajectory. Even Kraugel couldn’t block them. There were quite a

of a conscience than you,” Jishuka scolded Kraugel as he appeared right before her nose. Just then,

place. Against a shaky backdrop, Kraugel’s sword created dozens of flashes while Jishuka’s arrows were spectacular. The power of the arrows that pierced the stone barriers created by the White Tiger Sword often caused Kraugel

a swordsman succeeded in narrowing the distance to an archer. By the time the fallen players rose again and rushed