Author: PhantasmalMira

Ardis’s swords continued its onslaught on Kamlan one-sidedly. Relentlessly clinging onto Kamlan who’s trying to escape, Ardis continued aiming only for his arm, abdomen or legs. His attacks started to focus on his lower body. Ardis would fit in a kick sometimes as his sword continued to swing aiming for the knees or the calves….

「The fuck is that! 」 In one of the nobles’ seating of the arena, one particular noble was red to the face with anger as he smashed the wineglass down into the floor. One of the highest authorities in the army, it is none other than Marquis Holguin who is also the Lotus Cup’s organizer…

Even though his tension was high, Ardis’s mind and thoughts were calm. He closed the distance in order to verify his suspicion earlier. His speed was unbelievable for someone not with the help of mana. Despite so, his opponents had an upper hand. No matter how fast Ardis was, Kamlan who was being strengthened with…

The final day of the Lotus Cup. The last remaining day of the tournament that was held every day, Ardis showed himself as one of the last participants in the arena. The audience seatings were packed, and there were even people forced to stand and watch. The annual big event. On top of it being…

The sudden and unexpected development caused even the angry voices directed to the judge to die down. The audience probably didn’t know what happened either. After all, it looked like the platoon captain who was attacking without stopping suddenly found himself up in the air. 「Eh? What happened? 」 「Don’t know. It was so sudden……,…

Ardis welcomed the lightning sharp halberd from the captain of the assault platoon from the front. 「Impressive――But! 」 Ardis stepped forward and used his own sword to deflect the trajectory. Diving straight into his bosom after seeing a gap, Ardis delivered a gut punch into his armor-less abdomen. Leaving aside if he was wearing a…