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?

viewers were full

heat and she spoke shocking remarks, “I’m going to beat you. I

“......”

Jishuka picking the drawing the saint sword event

top, you need an

were words that implied many things. Unless Jishuka’s talent went beyond Kraugel, she couldn’t beat Kraugel even after becoming a bow saint. If the class change condition of the bow saint was to fight and overcome a ‘legend of the current

back her bowstring. The flames revolving around her formed arrows and her bowstring remained tense. “I am challenging you because it is hard. Wouldn’t it be nice to knock you down and become a bow saint? Be

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 hadn’t planned this in advance. However, the absolute strongman called Kraugel made them naturally cooperate. It was as Jishuka expected. It was also

push you here and

multiple levels, she acquired new skills and stats in the process of achieving the bow saint pre-conditions. Furthermore, when she

looked 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,

will identify your

wasn’t to challenge Kraugel. She just had to ask Yura or Grid to let her win once. Yet in the past, Kraugel was in the same situation and hadn’t asked Grid. He beat Grid with pure skill and

pride. Forcing her colleagues to throw the match just to change classes? It was a shame that would

“......”

his stride and swung his sword, cutting down the fire arrow shot by

Divine Power’ that couldn’t be seen with the naked

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

to avoid the arrow. It was as expected. Kraugel chose evasion. Jishuka’s arrow swept past Kraugel’s shoulder because he didn’t open Sword Curtain

going to have

people, Kraugel lowered his waist as much as

“Split Open.”

Kraugel. It was the sharpest and most powerful sword energy in the world. All of the surrounding landscape was split apart. All the

“Kuack!”

“Kkuk...!”

fatally wounded and

Kraugel’s sword was once again

who ‘goes beyond strength’ and shows ‘something that

up blood while Jishuka’s heart had two holes perforated into it. Kraugel also

“Cough, I screwed up.”

Incarnation of Fire but her

he would grow to

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.

protagonist of a manhwa has more of a conscience than you,” Jishuka scolded Kraugel as he appeared right before her nose. Just then, Kraugel’s feet were caught in something. He hadn’t discovered the trap because his senses had been focused on the intangible

succession of arrows took 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 to

a fierce battle. However, it was safe to say that victory was decided from the moment when a swordsman succeeded in narrowing the distance to an archer. By the time the fallen