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 of

people forget the heat and she spoke shocking remarks, “I’m going to beat you. I got a quest to become a bow

“......”

when the reason for Jishuka picking the

the top, you need

saint was to fight and overcome a ‘legend of the current era’ like it

arrows and her bowstring remained tense. “I am challenging you because it is hard. Wouldn’t it be nice to knock you down and

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

called Kraugel made them naturally cooperate. It was as Jishuka expected. It

push you here and

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. The blessing increased her main stats by 10% and allowed her to create the

larger than the PvP stage and had a variety

will identify your

her win once. Yet in the past, Kraugel was in the same situation

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

“......”

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 arrows.

reality was different. Jishuka’s real move still remained. It was the ‘Intangible Arrow Enchanted with Divine Power’ that couldn’t

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

arrow. It was as expected.

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

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

“Split Open.”

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

“Kuack!”

“Kkuk...!”

participants were fatally wounded and coughed

once again drawn and pointed

who ‘goes beyond strength’ and shows ‘something that

coughing up blood while Jishuka’s heart had two

“Cough, I screwed up.”

to Incarnation of Fire

know he would grow to

a spiral and blocked the ability to read their trajectory. Even Kraugel couldn’t

Jishuka scolded Kraugel as he appeared right before her nose. Just then, Kraugel’s feet were caught

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

an archer. By the time the fallen players rose again and rushed to Kraugel, Jishuka was already running away from her