735 733 Use your head to win (1/2)

It was Nighthardt, who kept hitting Hilt's ranged offense, but he immediately started fighting back.

”Shhh!

Nighthardt's arms, which shouted, change greatly without hanging for five seconds.

It was a roach sickle. Two arms to the front are turning into a giant roach thing. Drop it with dalari and it will be long enough to touch the ground sparingly.

Moreover, its shaping was more vicious than that of roaches present in nature. There are a number of short, thick thorny objects growing throughout, the blade side is very sharp, as if the knife were innumerable.

The green crust, which reflected the rays of sunshine, made us see that it would be as hard as metal.

After all, it seems that the body wasn't the only one that could be changed by worming.

When Nighthardt wraps his magic around both sickles, he swings continuously. At first glance, it looked like he attacked the dark clouds around him, but he didn't.

Apparently, they sensed Hilt's empty grip and intercepted him before he was attacked. In addition, the motion was connected to the attack.

From his arm, a magic blade was ejected and struck by a hilt.

”Shit.”

In order to avoid the attack, Hilt also has to move off the spot. I still didn't stop releasing an empty grip as I carved the steps and dodged Nighthardt's flying blade.

It became a development of ranged attacks against each other, but more than a dozen seconds later it stops attacking at the same time.

Both of them would have understood that even if they were attacking each other like this, it would not be obvious.

From the edges and edges of the stage, both bump into each other's gaze.

After a moment of silence, there is a loud cheer as if there was an explosion from the audience.

”Shh, wow! Too fast! We can't capture everything! But now I know there was a tremendous offense going on ~! Initially, I was wondering if Hiltoria, a rank A adventurer as Demitris' successor, would be in his favor, but Nighthardt, the instant blade, the leader of the mercenary regiment, hasn't lost either!

Nighthardt squeaks after the commentator screams.

”Phew. I'm not the captain anymore.”

”Heh? Did you get fired?

”Ha, I wonder if I will for once. I really wanted to quit before I got to this tournament, but everyone was so against it. Still, I've been forced out of office. I got word yesterday that everyone had accepted me, so I'm a freelance mercenary.”

The voice will be cancelled by cheer and the audience won't hear it. I can pick it up because it's me.

But aren't you the captain anymore? Why not? He said Hilt thought the same thing about me, and he's asking Nighthardt back.

”Why? I don't think you need to retire to compete in the tournament?

”Well, because I'm of good age, too. It means we have to give up our seats.”

”Nice try.”

I guess Hilt, who is trained by Demitris as his successor, sometimes wonders what Nighthardt says. He has a slightly distressed look and squeaks like that.

At first glance, it seems to be blooming in public discourse, but naturally that can't be all.

We find ourselves building up strength, aiming at each other's gaps.

”I don't want to use this any more because it gets a little rough... I have no choice.”

The first one to move was Nighthardt. seconds from whining, its back boggling and uplifting. And a big nani was showing up breaking through his clothes.

It was a wing. They look just like insect wings. The same goes for the previous Orihalcon armor, but he's got a big empty back so he won't get in the way when he grows these wings.

In addition, the torso, visible from gaps in the neck and armor, was also seen covered in green crusts. The lower body is also greatly enlarged, and the trousers, which should have been loosely sized, swell up into the bread.

But the biggest difference is the atmosphere. The intimidation has not just increased. Mixed with the sharp killings emanating from its body, it emitted something like a hunger that clearly preceded its prey.

That is what is haunting the signs of violence, like a brutal warcraft that whispers its tongue.

”Giggy...... shhhhhhhhhh!

”Huh!”

Hilt gave a look of surprise for a moment at the roar as if it were an unreasonable warcraft. I guess I was puzzled by the gap between Nighthardt, who was a gentleman, and what he looks like now, where beastiality prevails over humanity.

The audience is also breathtaking for the first time in its transformation.

The moment the silence wrapped the arena, Hilt was being slammed into the juncture.

Nighthardt approached Hilt at some point and attacked him with that sickle.

It was such a tremendous travel speed that the expression fast was not enough. When those watching noticed, they were moving from the edge of the stage to the edge.

Nighthardt's speed had reached such an area that it could not be captured by me or even Fran due to its complete worming.

”Ha ha...”

Hilt's left hand is dancing through the universe. It looks like it was unilaterally attacked, but it's not. If it's that Nighthardt attack, you should be able to break off your defenseless opponent.

The fact that it was done only with the left arm meant that it reacted slightly.

But there was no surprise at that, and Nighthardt moved again. When he appears in front of the hilt as if he had moved momentarily, he rolls his hands out.

Hilt doesn't move. Is it up to you this time?

No, Hilt wasn't unresponsive.

”Gishy!”

Nighthardt didn't touch anything, bounced backwards. How dare you hit the counter by chi against the speed of Nighthardt's cross-dimensional level?

I guess I was predicting Nighthardt's movements.

But I couldn't perfectly crush Nighthardt's offense. The tip of both sickles chooses the shoulder mouth of the hilt and overflows a lot of blood.