725 723 Quarterfinals (1/2)

The victorious Fran was slowly walking down the aisle back to the holding room. I'm shaking my body like that.

”Fran, are you okay?

”Mmm...”

Little damage has been taken from them. I either avoided the sword or received it physically invalid. Mindfulness used me and Sibula quite a bit during the fight, but they were offset from each other and neither of them worked.

Sibula certainly has split thoughts. I was attacking this one with constant vigilance during the intense fighting. That's so much so that I couldn't afford to turn my mind around to attack. Well, not bad if you think you could have sealed it.

No major wounds were sustained, Fran, but he continued to use Flashing Hua Xun Thunder for a long time and exercised his divine attributes himself. Because of this, it seems to be more draining than I imagined.

He has a face for the pain that stifles his whole body. Besides, they can't get out of fatigue using heels. If you sleep overnight, can you handle it?

I could see ahead of the heavenly break, but using the divine attribute is still too much recoil. I hope I can use it separately......

Besides, it's not just depletion. With a face that doesn't float, he is blushing his lips.

”What's up?

(ceded to win)

”Uh.”

Sibula tried to do something at the end, and I'm sure she stopped it. Rather than exhausted, he seemed reluctant to expose his wife's hands to the crowd.

If they are Reids' spies, they will have no choice. But as for Fran, he seems to have been given the win.

'It's a serious battle, but it's also a game there. I guess I didn't think it was the time to use my wife's hands. Even we don't want people to see our hands, do we?

Potential liberation and skill takers are not scheduled to be used in militant competitions. I don't know what to say, but it's the worst fight you can lose.

”Mmm...”

'Well, we won, without using each other's hands. So let's keep it good. All those people admitted to losing, didn't they?

Sibula was more of a battle freak than Fran. Must be pretty regrettable. Aren't you rolling around to regret by now?

Fran understood that too, and smiled all the time.

”Mmm.”

'More than that, we need to get ready for the next game'

First, watch the next game. It is a match between Aberb, the Apprentice of Ayworth, and Diaz, the Alliance Master.

”Phew.”

Back in the audience, Fran sits in the chair like he's sinking. Again, your body seems weak.

”Fran, if it's hard, you can go to sleep, okay?

”Go.”

Even though fatigue seeps through his face, his eyes are shimmering. Maybe the excitement of battle still doesn't hold. Shortly after we killed each other with full adrenaline.

'In the meantime, do you want something to eat?

”Curry. It's hard”

Food that's a little hard to eat in a place like this, but now would be a good time. The smell, if only I could scatter it with wind magic. Make it look like Fran put it out and take the grand curry out of my storage.

Still, you want to be dry? Unusual.

”Mm. Beginning”

As Fran shrugged, under his eyes, the second game was just about to start. Staring at the playing field with serious eyes while transporting the dry curry to your mouth at a constant rate.

Aberb is a skinny man with dark hair on white skin like a necromancer. Stay on the spotter and face Diaz. Is it an indication of leeway that you are laughing with nigga and disgust while putting your strong enemies in front?

”Dear Diaz of Dragonflies. I wanted to fight you once.”

”Huh? That would be an honor, but why not?

”I, the young man, bring down and humiliate the one whom that young, deserted teacher acknowledges! Hihihihihi! Just think, it hurts!

”Wow. That smile, it looks just like that idiot. Does the disciple look like a teacher?

”Hihihi! I'll melt you in that soaking face, Gucciagucha! Plus, there's another reason I wanted to fight you!

”Heh? What's that?

”Kuku. I'm the only one of my mentor's former buddies who's going to win!

So screamed the pervert - Tortoise Aberb took one test tube out of his nostrils.