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

refreshing enough to make people forget the heat and she spoke shocking remarks, “I’m

“......”

reason for Jishuka picking the drawing the

top, you need an overwhelming difference in

the bow saint was to fight and overcome a ‘legend of the

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

for appearance, die for appearance—it was one of the favorite sayings that Jishuka had learned since coming to South Korea. Jishuka’s shot became a signal. After she released the bowstring, the arrows created flames in the area while players from other countries appeared

called Kraugel made them naturally cooperate. It was as Jishuka expected. It was also a source of

will thoroughly push you here and make you

saint pre-conditions. Furthermore, when she traveled to the East Continent to help Grid, she was unintentionally blessed by the red

of times larger than the PvP stage and had a variety of terrain features, was the only stage

will identify your

to ask Yura or Grid to let her win once. Yet in

Forcing her colleagues to throw the match

“......”

a different sense. Kraugel slightly widened his stride and swung his sword, cutting down the fire arrow shot by Jishuka. There were two arrows. Viewers believed that

It was the ‘Intangible Arrow Enchanted with Divine Power’ that couldn’t be seen

noticed it in the process of collecting and analyzing data. A sword saint’s Sword Curtain completely neutralized projectiles. An

Kraugel was forced to avoid the arrow. It was as expected. Kraugel chose evasion. Jishuka’s arrow swept past Kraugel’s shoulder because

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

players were rushing through the flames toward Kraugel. Surrounded by dozens of people, Kraugel lowered his waist as much as possible and took the posture of drawing the

“Split Open.”

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

“Kuack!”

“Kkuk...!”

were fatally wounded

sword was once again drawn and

legend is someone who ‘goes beyond strength’ and shows ‘something that can’t

were coughing up blood while Jishuka’s heart had two holes perforated into it. Kraugel also proved Braham’s words about a

“Cough, I screwed up.”

to Incarnation of Fire but her

know he would grow to this

he had been stuck in the mountains for three years weren’t false. The combination of overwhelming talent, persistence, and hard work was simply a scam. 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 few wounds on his body. Yet in the process, he successfully defended against the Intangible Arrow Enchanted with Divine Power and finally narrowed the distance to

before her nose. Just then, Kraugel’s feet were caught in

shaky backdrop, Kraugel’s sword created dozens of flashes while Jishuka’s arrows were spectacular. The power

narrowing the distance to an archer. By the time the fallen players rose again and rushed to Kraugel, Jishuka was already running away from her position. There was a huge roar from the red phoenix and Kraugel couldn’t