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

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

“......”

was the moment when the reason for Jishuka picking the drawing the saint sword event

top, you

the bow saint was to fight and overcome a

hard. Wouldn’t it be nice to knock you down and become a bow saint? Be prepared. You will die if you look down

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

the other players hadn’t planned this in advance. However, the absolute strongman called Kraugel made them naturally cooperate.

thoroughly push you here and

the process of achieving the bow saint pre-conditions. Furthermore, when she traveled

at the possibilities. She calculated that the stage of the sword draw, which was dozens of times larger than the PvP stage

identify your power

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 became a sword

Forcing her colleagues to throw the match just to change classes? It was

“......”

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

Enchanted with Divine Power’ that couldn’t be seen with

A sword saint’s Sword Curtain completely neutralized projectiles.

an arrow again. This time, she aimed 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 arrow swept past Kraugel’s shoulder because he didn’t open Sword Curtain and

going to

dozens of people, Kraugel lowered his waist as much as possible and took the posture of drawing the

“Split Open.”

rose around 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...!”

participants were fatally wounded and

once again drawn and

shows ‘something that can’t happen’ or

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

“Cough, I screwed up.”

Incarnation of Fire but

would grow to this

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

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

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 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 from her position.