The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

Sarasa was fighting in a martial arts field where the excitement of my victory never cooled.

The opponent is [Warrior (Warrior)]. It's a man.

On your body, you would be an overwhelmingly disadvantaged opponent.

It further magically strengthens physical abilities and relentlessly punches them in.

[Scholar (Professor)] has challenged Sarasa to a melee.

"Sarasa, calm down!!

Cecil rises from the audience and cheers.

But not to worry, Sarasa was calm.

Do not solve the arrangement and wait for the opponent to approach.

I put my strength into my hand holding the stick.

The sword is swung down.

Fast.

[Muscle mass enhancement] Strike of [Warrior (Warrior)].

Besides, it looks like you can do swords there.

I'm making a good move in shape.

But Sarasa's movements were more sophisticated.

When you identify the muscles of the sword, you fly away to the side.

Then he jerked off the rolled out horizontal giraffe.

"What no!!

[Warrior] is astonished.

I can't help it.

Sarasa never moves fast.

It was prefetching movements, as if they knew what they were doing.

In doing so, dive into the nostalgia.

"Eh!!

I waved a stick.

Brilliant, hit the gold.

The men watching in the gallery simultaneously hid their crotches cuddly.

Sounds painful......!

"Guhaaaa!!

The man peels his eyes.

The crotch was suppressed and extinguished.

My gaze drops.

Relentless in the face, Sarasa punched the stick in.

The stick plunges into the nose of the [warrior].

There's no wound per se, but it must have had a brain-shaking impact.

"That's it."

The examiner's hand raises.

There is no winning or losing, but it is definitely Sarasa's win.

It didn't move badly either.

It would definitely be highly regarded.

"You did it, Sarasa!

Cecil turns in a high touch with her best friend who is back.

"Thanks to Russell. Thank you, Russell."

"I didn't do anything. Sarasa just got stronger."

I'm not flattered.

Sarasa got stronger.

I am starting to use the unfinished [Future View].

I had my recommendation and learned some magic, but she still had a tactic using [Futuristic].

Other magic will take on auxiliary roles.

But it's different from when we first met.

Is it the influence of Cecil?

I had no idea why Sarasa had changed so far.

It's my turn next.

"Good luck, Cecil"

Cecil slaps her chest to inspire herself.

Then, it hit the examinee who appeared from the side.

He's a good man.

Light Cecil blows away.

I fell straight into the aisle.

"Shh, excuse me. Are you all right, sir?

The man offers his hand.

"Oh. It's okay. I'm sorry. It was my carelessness. Never mind."

"Cecil, are you okay? Something weird went down."

He said, "It's okay!

With that said, Cecil doesn't quite try to get up.

"Cecil, you..."

"Up to Russell. It's okay. Yo!"

Finally Cecil gets up.

But I felt like I distorted my face for a moment.

"Cecil......"

"It's okay, it's okay. Then I'll go!

Cecil waved gently and went down to the martial arts with exasperation.

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Cecil's opponent is a nobleman who was in the group with me in the previous exam.

It's different from the person I blew up.

By the way, he went straight to the treatment center.

The occupation is [Wizard].

Strong enemy, but so is Cecil.

I've given you measures, so you won't lose.

How will you beat the examiner in good conscience?

"Are you all right, Cecil?"

Sarasa is worried on the side.

The anxiety was allayed.

All of a sudden he ate the nobleman's first blow.

Cecil blows flashly.

I manage to get up, but my footsteps are stuck.

No, before that, it's still not the usual Cecil move.

"Whoa! What's up, countryman? You don't have a stakeout!!

[Flame Shotgun]

A number of flaming bullets strike Cecil.

Wide-area flame attribute magic.

Although the power of one shot is small, it can be released into a wide area and has a high rate of bullets.

Still, with Cecil now, I can tell.

"Move around, Cecil!

I raise my voice.

But Cecil stopped.

Put your sword in front of you and try to pay off the flaming bullets that strike you.

But I can't judge them all.

Cecil's virtue is his agility.

I rather don't like to take it.

He still doesn't have the skill to stop and shoot off countless flamebullets.

Finally, he gets shot in the shoulder.

The balance broke.

If you hit one shot, there's no forgiveness.

Flaming bullets poured down like rain.

"Kuha!!

Cecil collapsed.

- No, it doesn't collapse.

"So ahhhhhhhhhh!!

Increase momentum and go counter-attack.

But weak. It's too late for that.

[Wizard] 's nobility sent me.

On the contrary, he eats a kick handful and Cecil sticks it from his head into the hard sand.

I made a dry noise and removed my proud sword.

I gave it to Cecil's father, and it's a sword I've worked out.

Reaching out, but picking it up with thin, dirty hands, was the opponent's nobility.

"What, what's the sword now...? And that's all you got? This is how you shake a sword."

The aristocrat swings down from the top.

It's an obvious shake.

Cecil also caught it with her eyes.

But my body doesn't move.

I tried to drag my right leg and managed to escape to the side.

Though he ended up empty-handed, the nobles laugh niggardly.

"You're hurting your leg, aren't you?

"- Huh!!

"Kekeke...... I knew it. This guy looks like he'll enjoy it. There you go."

The nobleman magically shot through his injured leg.

Despite the elementary magic, Cecil's face is distorted.

Exhausted, squatted intact.

"There -"

"Wait, examiner."

Raise your hand and control the examiner who tried to stop the exam.

"This guy's still getting up."

Aristocrats raise their mouths.

You were right.

Cecil gets up with her knees broken over and over again.

I looked at the man in front of me, scratching the sweat on my forehead.

"That would be nice. I can't believe you stopped the examiner."

"I'm a colored man. And I need to have more fun."

The aristocrats lick their lips with their bellows and tongues.

I couldn't get my hair in for a while and let go of the magic.

Decline the exit as if to drive a small animal into a cage.

And brutally, obstinately, he bullied out Cecil's right leg.

"- Huh!!

Cecil collapses.

There are no scars because of the way they look.

Because by the power of the Demon Gem, everything is converted into impact.

But the girl's face was distorted by a cup of bitterness.

"Cecil, no more..."

Sarasa covers her face with her hands.

Still, nobility didn't quit the show.

Sadistic, enjoy your stage.

And finally, Cecil lost consciousness.

The sword never returned to her until the end.

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"Hihaha! Ah, I'm sober."

The nobleman, who followed the militant field, laughed.

On the side, the same nobles were walking together like surroundings.

"But are you okay? She's one of those [villagers]."

"That's why it's good. I'm glad you're bullying him."

Wipe the saliva on your mouth, looking excited and cold.

"But she was a strong woman. I didn't end up screaming once. Not a word. 'Help me. I'll do whatever it takes' cause I stopped doing it."

"Ha ha!

"Ha... Aren't you actually sad?

"Hey......"

It was I who stood before the nobles.

The faces of the bonbongs, who were smiling until earlier, catch on.

Her face was pale.

But not the man who fought Cecil earlier.

I raised the corner of my mouth with a nibble.

"What the hell. Do you have a complaint, [villagers]"

"Have fun wearing a woman who's lost her weapon?

"That's fun. And it's more fun to see [Villager] 's face like that."

In the eyes of the nobleman, there was a wrinkle in my face between my brows.

Then I reach for my nose.

I guess I thought you'd take out a weapon as well.

The faces of the nobles draw for a moment.

But what I gave out was one glove.

Throw it into the bosom of the nobility.

"What imitation?

"I guess that's the flux of the aristocratic duel"

"Pu is...... Hahahahahahaha! How old are you, how old are you? In the country, is it still fashionable?

"I don't care. Remember that. The next game is between me and you. Don't stand on your feet, no...... Bite your legs and hips now."

I stare at the nobles like a beast.

Eventually, turning away, he walked to the back of the venue.