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

WW2.

Rowan's opponent was [Wizard].

"My name is Livoria from The Serpent. Come on, my sweet snakes. Bite that man's intestines!

A witch named Livoria starts her magic.

What appeared was not something cute ("snake"), such as "snake".

A serpent wrapped in flames.

That's three.

Exhaling sharp noises and flames, I approach Rowan.

Probably originally intermediate flame attribute magic called [Flamespear].

It's magically controlled, visible to serpents, and manipulative.

That's a lot of control.

For that, let's praise it.

but -.

You had a bad opponent.

"Mmm!!

Rowan works out his magic.

No, it was more of a mess.

Moment after moment, the flaming snake swallows Rowan.

"I won......!

Livoria wins proudly.

Moment after moment, my inadvertently narrowed eyes opened slightly.

Flames are extinguished.

It was a big man who emerged from it.

He said he was swallowed by the flames, but he didn't suffer one burn.

In the meantime, the warfare that dwelt in my eyes had not faded slightly.

"What no!! Such is my magic!!

Livoria wasn't the only one who was surprised.

The venue became noisy.

"Oh, come on. I just wiped out the magic."

"He's [Warrior (Warrior)], isn't he?

"What the hell kind of magic did you use?

"It just seemed like I had worked out my magic..."

I don't know what the hell happened.

That's right.

Such a way of fighting is about Rowan, albeit Galvair Spacious.

Congenital disturbed magic circuit.

A tactic that forces you to inject magic into it, causing you to stir even the magic around you, rendering the magic powerless.

It took a while to make Rowan consciously master it, but he managed to make it to this game of representations.

Magic specialized in melee lines up [Warrior (Warrior)].

The weakness is simply a magical attack from a distance.

But Rowan's methods of warfare were a complete complement to that weakness.

Rowan kicks tan and ground.

I don't use any magic such as [muscle mass enhancement] [leg strength increase].

The speed, which relied solely on his basic abilities, drained enough of the enemy and the audience.

"" "" "Yes!!

In an instant, pack the distance from Livoria.

At the same time, towards its face, he rolled out his fist.

A freezing wind pressure strikes the girl.

I accidentally closed my eyes, but the fist punch at the heart never comes.

When I opened my lid, my fist, fitted with my hand armor, had stopped just on the brink.

"Huh? Why?

"Beating a woman is not a hobby."

Rowan can pull his fist in.

The nagging crushed his back, and Livoria put her petty ass on.

"We see it as a loss of will, this battle. Road One Ashart Victory!!

The referee wins.

Then they cheered at the same time.

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Praise is sent to the Adventurer School.

The struggle was praised.

The audience, who viewed it as a military school advantage, gradually began to support the adventurer school side.

Watching how it went was "strategist" Fambro sitting in a chair in the understatement.

And it was Sheila Singh Stark.

"Sorry. I was alarmed."

What I apologized for was Livoria losing an earlier game.

With a slightly tired look, sit in a chair.

Disappointed.

Fambro opens his mouth.

"Don't worry, Livoria. That's all we're supposed to do."

"Huh? That's..."

Livoria looks up.

In an attempt to disprove something, when I opened my mouth, it was Sheila who pinched it from the side.

"You mean your eyes were expecting this result?

"Oh......"

"Then I wish I had given you some advice"

"Am I going to give the opponents of the school of adventurers soaked in warm water a plan?

Glow the eyes behind the glasses.

Seeing his wrathfully shaken eyes, Livoria instantly mumbled.

"Don't worry. There are still two fights. If you win with me and Sheila, and Sheila comes out in an extension fight, we win."

"That's your scenario? No......"

I wonder if your eyes scenario......

Sheila's cold eyes pierce the fan bro.

Then, the "strategist" finally lifted his heavy hips.

When I catch my glasses, I smile lightly.

Nothing was said as it was, and he went out of the tent.

"Sheila, what do you think?

When Livoria asked, Sheila replied.

"Fine. Fambro will win"

"Yes -"

Livoria relieves.

But soon Sheila went on to say:

"But..."

I don't think it's that easy.

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Game three.

Sarasa's opponent is "strategist" Fambro Guiller Marcal.

Already the two stood on the battlefield, staring at each other.

"Sarasa, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, Cecil. Sarasa wins."

"But they're very strong. The name" Strategist "isn't Dade."

As for Fambro Guiller Marcal, I only knew his name and merit, too.

And its functions and its main abilities…….

Honestly, I think he's got a lot of talent.

But on top of that, I believed in Sarasa's victory.

"Confident, Russell. No, it's the usual thing... Well, even if I dropped the first fight, it's Russell at the end. Our purpose in the first place was to get Russell to meet his sister."

"What are you talking about, Cecil? It's my party. I will not tolerate one defeat."

"Huh? But..."

"All I think about is winning."

To that end, I dared to hit Fambro with Sarasa.

She would win.

No, Sarasa's not as weak as we all think she is already.

"Introduction!!

At the same time, Sarasa squeezes the bowstring.

In contrast, Fambro did not move a single step.

A painful silence flows.

"Hey, what?

"Neither of us is moving at all."

"It took a signal, didn't it?

"Hey! What's up? Fight!!"

The Adventurer School side won the first and second fights in a fancy way.

And the third battle we welcomed.

The paralyzed audience starts making noise against both who don't make it slight.

"What is this... Are you sure it's already started, Russell?

"Oh......"

I nod to Rowan's question.

"What do you mean?

Cecil turned her face to me.

"Literally. The battle between the two has already begun."

I can see it.

Two intense readings......

On the board of exemplary matches, there are two overlapping figures.

On that battlefield, it was Fambro who opened his mouth first.

At the end of his mouth, he's smiling.

"There was no madness in my eyes. I didn't know he had the same eyes as me."

"I couldn't believe it a bit either. I can't believe someone who's barely old has the same abilities as me."

Oh...... That's right.

Fambro is the same as Sarasa.

Early magic entrusted [Future Vision] to the [Scholar (Professor)].

"Same? No, Sarasa Vargard. Don't compare your incomplete [futuristic] to mine."

Fambro's eyes glow.

A vast amount of magic was poured out.

That was a sign that [Future View] was fully activated.

"Your [futuristic] view is not [futuristic]. From now on, I'll show you the perfect [future vision]."

Fambro moved.

Straight to Sarasa.

It doesn't mean it's extra fast.

Speaking of basic abilities, it would be something like the top inside.

Sarasa calmly releases an arrow.

But Fambro dodged lightly.

Besides, I don't slow down.

Rather accelerate.

"I see it! I see it! I see all your next arrows, for me!!

It's only blurry, unlike Sarasa, who has no vision of the future.

Fambro seems to have a complete arrow orbit in sight.

At critical times and distances, we evaded.

It's already in front of Sarasa.

"Come on!"

Sarasa throws away her bow.

I pulled out the stick I was putting on my hips.

"Oh? Now you're a stick? I wonder if you can beat me."

"Do it!!

Sarasa waves down the stick.

Fambro dodged lightly.

It should be noted that Sarasa wields a stick.

But not a single shot hits the enemy's [scholar].

Then, Fambro laughed.

"Again, I'm sure of it."

"What..."

"Your [futuristic view] only sees a very recent future. Precisely ten beats away."

"Are you saying you're not?

"Whatever. I can see a day ahead of me."

"- Huh!!

Sarasa, though inaccurate, should see the future a day or so away.

But I guess what Fambro is saying here is about the limit values you see in battle.

[Futuristic view] can be foreseen even 1,000 days away if there is time, magic, and a focused environment.

But in combat, it's hard to secure them.

An instantaneous future is a day away.

"I can cross the future you see. I mean, it makes sense to engage your attacks!

Fambro takes something out of his nostalgia.

It was Dagger who held it in his hand.

I guess that's what you get.

I teased Sarasa's stick.

Then, dive into a large gap.

"It's a treat. Ahhh!!

I shouted, waving a dagger.

but -.

Fambro's attack scratches the universe.

I was going to hit Sarasa's neck with a blade.

That's it.

And Sheila wins, and Sheila wins even in extended fights.

That's the future Fambro was looking at - it should have been.

But...

"Why? Why aren't you here? Sarasa Vargard Ohhh!!

Here......

I looked back.

For some reason, Sarasa was behind it.

Wave the stick.

I was sucked into the steeple of Fambro.

KIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

It wasn't such a tall noise.

But the audience I was watching - especially the man - heard such a hallucination.

Squeeze the crotch cuddly at the same time.

The female audience also put their hands on her mouth, slightly uplifting her cheeks.

Out!

It's Sarasa's special gold strike.

"Sounds painful..."

Rowan sympathizes with the enemy as he blues his face.

I can't help it.

Fambro was peeling his white eyes and blowing bubbles out of his mouth.

Around, falls in.

What a pity the pimple and spasmodic appearance.

"There is a battle!! Winner Sarasa Vargard!!

The referee's hand raises.

At the same time, he cheered.

"Awesome!!

"I've defeated that 'strategist' Fambro."

"Who is it, that girl!!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!!

Be praised.

On the other hand, Sarasa was taking a rough breath.

He hasn't really felt like he won yet.

He put his hand on his chest to calm his own mind and looked down at Fambro, who had become a loser.

I can reach out to him.

A beautiful blonde hit a bubbly young man.

Sarasa realizes haha.

What showed up was Sheila, who was supposed to play the next game.

"Ah. Excuse me. I'm leaving immediately."

"That's strong, you. I've never seen Fambro lose to a generation of people other than me. Please tell me. How did you break his [futuristic view]?

"Eh...... I'm not good at it. [Futuristic] doesn't exactly mean you see the future. I just see the current situation and the results derived from the information"

In other words, if something happens outside the information that the practitioner has, the future will continue to be updated.

Strategist reading - it's only magic with more specificity.

"For [Scholars (Professors)], information is life…. I understand that. So how did you get past the information on Fambro?"

"Maybe that's because I didn't use [Future View] from the start"

"You don't use [Futuristic]?

Sheila frowns.

"How to fight using the magic of [appraisal]. Let me... Sheila's brother taught me."

"[Appraisal] …"

"Your brother said it before we fought. Mr. Fambro can fully activate [Future View]. That's why I don't know how to fight (" futuristic ") [futuristic] with full startup. I've already won the intelligence battle."

"I see."

Sheila said without hesitation.

Hold up the fainted fan bro.

Back toward the tent.

"Um... About your brother. I mean Russell. Have you really forgotten?

…………

Sheila then stopped.

I thought it was something, but I walk out again.

Shut up and pulled up towards the tent.