70 Voice 12: Brachial Screen (2/2)

This is the dueling chamber. The outcome of the battle will be decided here.

What lay there was a large room. It was a large room, or should I say a courtyard rather than a room.

There was no ceiling, and if you looked up, you could see a sky full of stars. There was no stage, the ground was bare, and there were traces of blood all over the place.

Right now, two demons are fighting each other. They look like people, but they are two times bigger than people. Their skin is as black as iron, and they have two horns on their heads.

It may be a subhuman called an ogre. Like skalengecks, they are classified as demons.

The two demons were beating each other with their fists without any mercy.

They were not defending themselves, nor were they wearing armor. Even the dull sound of their tightly clenched fists as they slammed into each other's flesh was drowned out by the roar.

Blood splatters and the sound of bones breaking is heard. Kuro blood splatters. But there is no sign of stopping each other.

There seemed to be no great difference in strength between the two, and around them, similar looking demons were shouting like thunder, inspiring the two heroes.

Monica explained to me in a small voice.

The one they are fighting over is the sword that the enemy general had when he attacked Romburg. Powerful weapons are associated with status and are coveted by all.

I'm not really interested. I'm more interested in the demons who are beating each other.

Demons are famous for their strength. They are bigger than humans, have skin like steel, and their arms can kill with a single blow. And they have a culture of eating the strongest people they defeat. If you're a mercenary who's used to fighting, this is someone you definitely don't want to go head-to-head with.

The two fighting now may not be armed to the teeth, but even so, their fisticuffs were filled with tremendous murderous intent.

Their expressions were distorted like demons, and they embodied the strong-armed, weak-meat diet advocated by Rainer's army.

No killing. Everything in the Ryner army belongs to you, Lord Ryner.

What happens if I accidentally kill him?

”There will be no killing.

Monica said firmly again. But I think a human being would die if struck with that force. In fact, there is a strong smell of death in this dueling arena.

It was settled while I watched. The kick of the slightly larger individual on the right pierced the pigeon tail of the demon on the left, who wobbled and struck with great force. As expected, a species known for its strength and endurance could not withstand the same kind of attack, and the left demon rolls on the ground, spewing vomit and diarrhea with a tremendous sound.

It is still barely alive, but it is twitching and twitching and shows no signs of getting up. The victorious individual raises his voice in victory, and his friends who were cheering around him roar. It seems that the humanoid form is only in appearance.

As I cover my ears from the excessive cheering, Monica makes a mocking gesture to emphasize her bosom and says fearfully.

So, Mr. ............ end. I'm sorry to tell you this, but ...... living people are a popular prize.

Well, it seems that even guests cannot be given special treatment.

I wonder what Oliver was talking about when he said he would prepare hundreds of people.

”............ I don't care if it's Monica's blood.

”What?　...... Please forgive me.

You don't like it that much? I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you.

No killing, right?

”No. Absolutely not.

”Absolutely not,” Monica assures me with a tense expression.

If there's killing, I'll never participate, but if there's absolutely no killing, I might participate just to test my skills.

As I watched the duel, I had no idea how my strength compared to that of the demons.

The only way to find out is to face them in person. If I compare my strength with that of a demon, I will be able to understand the extent of my current physical ability. Even if I lose, I'm used to suffering pain.

It's said that if you know your enemy and know yourself, you won't risk a hundred battles. This is a good opportunity.

I don't want a living person that badly, but I think it's still better for me to have one than to be held captive by Lynel's army. I only suck blood, I don't eat people.

I took off my shirt, sad to tear it again, and walked to the middle of the room, putting my arms around myself and checking my condition.

Monica makes a small sound, but I ignore her. It's always better to test your strength with an injured opponent first.

The winner of this tournament, the demon, widens his eyes at my sudden appearance.

The ogre, covered in scars and with a huge body that looked up at me, was very intimidating. The thickness of his body, the thickness of his arms and legs, and the armor of his muscles were incomparable to my human appearance.

However, Albatos was too much for me, so I felt that I was only this much compared to him. Albatos and Epe have numbed my senses.

I don't know the difference in strength between them, but I think we should be careful because of the example of Celzard.

His glassy eyes are as red as mine, and even though it's just after a fistfight, there's a wariness burning deep within them.

I'm sure you're not the only one.

Show me your strength, champion.

Something is smoldering like a flame in the back of my brain. Maybe this is the battle instinct that makes vampires so evil.

Then the demon roared, and without any signal, he swung his fist down.