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

Jishuka’s smile was refreshing enough to make people forget the heat and she spoke shocking remarks, “I’m going to

“......”

the moment when the reason for Jishuka picking the drawing the saint sword event was revealed. However, Kraugel

top, you

change condition of the bow saint

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

had learned since coming to South Korea. Jishuka’s shot became a signal. After she released the bowstring, the arrows created

other 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 a

you here and

the Overgeared Kingdom, Jishuka 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 traveled to the East Continent to help Grid, she was unintentionally blessed by the red phoenix.

calculated that the stage of the sword draw, which was dozens of times larger than the PvP stage and had a variety of terrain

will identify your power

an easy path. It wasn’t to challenge Kraugel. She just had to ask Yura or Grid to let her win once.

was pride. Jishuka also valued pride. Forcing her colleagues to throw the match just to

“......”

awaken a different sense. Kraugel slightly widened his stride and swung his sword, cutting down the fire arrow shot by Jishuka. There

real move still remained. It was the ‘Intangible Arrow Enchanted with Divine Power’ that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. Kraugel

collecting and analyzing data. A sword saint’s Sword Curtain completely neutralized projectiles. An archer couldn’t beat Kraugel when

for Kraugel’s wrist. Rather than unfolding Sword Curtain, Kraugel was forced to avoid the arrow. It was as expected. Kraugel chose evasion. Jishuka’s

real monster... I’m going to have

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.”

of the surrounding landscape was split apart. All the players who just arrived and attacked Kraugel were also included. The concept

“Kuack!”

“Kkuk...!”

wounded and coughed up

was once again

beyond strength’ and shows ‘something

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

“Cough, I screwed up.”

and recovered thanks to Incarnation of Fire but her heart

know 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

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

spectacular. The power of the arrows that pierced the stone barriers created by the White Tiger Sword

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 players rose again and rushed to Kraugel, Jishuka was already running away