Chapter 309 - [21st Round] Finals

Greetings! Before you all are the 64 brave warriors permitted to join the tournament to earn the right to challenge our princess, whom we aptly nicknamed the Th.o.r.n.y Black Rose, for her hand in marriage! Let us welcome them!

Boooooo!

Boo!

Boooooo!

Combat in Fantasy, a place with few entertaining activities, was a welcomed event for locals.

However, applicants who came to gain the favor of the Sword Princess, whom the people loved madly, were greeted with boos and angry exclamations.

We were no different than some rogues trying to take away their favorite idol, whom they were crazy about, after all.

How dare those pitiful commoners

As soon as I get her hand Well see.

Those sc.u.m!

The unwelcomed royals and n.o.bles approached the arena, gritting their teeth and muttering curses.

It wasnt surprising that most of the applicants had high statures in life.

The minimum level for partic.i.p.ation was 300.

The top 0.1% strongest individuals were concentrated among the n.o.bility, knights, and wizards.

Commoners in jobs such as agriculture, handicrafts, and fis.h.i.+ng had few opportunities to level up.

They could gain experience by killing animals, but in fact, men who hunted animals all their lives wouldnt even reach level 20.

Everything is exactly as I remember.

The 4th and 5th curriculums differed only in detail.

The Sword Princess, who was actually a married woman and the mother of my son Chris, was now older and stronger.

However, the difficulty of the tournament didnt increase that much.

Boooooo!

Boooo!

Booooooooo!

Even the crowd booing the partic.i.p.ants was similar to the previous tournament.

Regardless of who won and lost, the audiences att.i.tude would remain the same, which only seemed fair. It would be bad when one was applauded, and the other was booed, after all.

In the 1st round, even my companions argued that I couldnt win. All in all, the atmosphere was invigorating.

The Sword Princess will be mine!

Haha! Stop joking around!

Behold, the power of my swordsmans.h.i.+p!

Its time to unleash my sealed power!

The contestants of the tournament finally clashed.

The fights werent that impressive because the rules forbade killing the opponent.

Soon enough, my turn came.

I present to you the 53rd partic.i.p.ant! He hails from the Vailo estate, located at the north of the already cold Northern Continent! Please welcome Count Vailos second son, Harpy Hunter Kyo, with thunderous applause!

Boooooo!

Booooooooo!

Boooo!

And his opponent, the 54th partic.i.p.ant whose origins can be traced back to Moskar! Sword King Parpar! Awesome nickname! Applaud him!

Booooooo!

Booo!

Contender No. 53 and I, the MAX-Cla.s.s Righteous Hero, went to the center of the arena as the audience warmly welcomed us.

I decided that I would deal with the opponents in a fair fight without using the power of the Demon Lord and the Hero.

As soon as we got close, my opponent immediately tried to provoke me.

By hunting harpies, I became stronger and even faster than the winds themselves! Try to keep up with my speed!

He seemed confident in his speed.

That was something that I was good at, too.

I answered him with the Righteous Heros smile.

Is that so? Lets have a fair fight and put our spines on the line.

Ah!

Show me this faster-than-the-winds speed of yours.

I-I g-give up!

He really was a windy man.

Contender #53 gave up without even giving me a chance to grab onto his spine.

d.a.m.n it!

That was unexpected.

Well Since Harpy Hunter Kyo has surrendered, Sword King Parpar advances to the next stage of the tournament! Hes really lucky to be able to save his strength for his next opponent!

Boooooo!

Booo!

Booooooooo!

The first day of the tournament ended.

I thought I would show them the power of the skills I learned from Master Mollan!

But I didnt even get the opportunity.

We had to spend the night under strict guard in a temporary accommodation provided by the Duke Q Swordsmans.h.i.+p Academy.

Partic.i.p.ants could take care of their injuries, have their equipment repaired free of charge, and prepare for tomorrows battles.

However, it was impossible to relax.

Because the battles took place not only in the arena.

Ouch! My stomach!

Is the soup poisoned?

Who did this?!

Some partic.i.p.ants complained of diarrhea.

As far as I knew, one of the chefs took a bribe and put a laxative in the soup, but the tournament judge dismissed their complaints, advising them to solve the situation themselves using appropriate skills.

As a result, three people withdrew from the tournament that night.

People whose level had exceeded 300 would tell others that at that level, diarrhea was no longer terrible since they could now control many processes of the body through the help of skills. However, if there were level 300 individuals, there were laxatives made from the excrement of level 300 monsters as well.

The next stages of the tournament went pretty quickly.

1/16 finals.

I give up!

1/8 finals.

I give up!

Quarterfinals.

I give up!

Hmmm

Semifinals.

Kh?!

I finally caught one!

I was glad that my friends, delighted by the Righteous Heros smile, decided not to interfere with my objective and gave up, but this confused the public.

This has to be some form of scam

How many times has this happened?

The Sword King Parpar is suspicious.

Hes almost definitely a crook

Fortunately, the suspicion subsided when I managed to grab one of the partic.i.p.ants by the spine before he could give up.

My reputation as the Perfect Hero shouldnt be spoiled.

When would these ignorant fantasy savages realize that admiration should be shown in moderation?

6th day.

The final stage had begun.

Greetings to all of you attending the final stage of our tournament! Today, we shall witness a legendary being, the Sword King Parpar, fight off against a mysterious swordsman named Porori, who hails from the distant Eastern Continent! Whoever emerges victorious from this battle shall earn the right to challenge our mistress, the beautiful rose, and the deadliest swordswoman across the lands of Fantasy!

Booooooooo!

Booooooo!

Booooooooooooo!

Under the thunderous ovation of the speaker and the audience, the MAX-Cla.s.s Righteous Hero and the insignificant Challenger A appeared and stood opposite each other.

Since he made it to the finals, I checked his stats out of courtesy.

Race: Human

Level: 451

Job: Brave (Everyone = Level 1)

Skills: Sword Mastery S, Dual Blade Mastery A, Dexterity A

Status: Concentration, Determination

So that was how he made it to the finals.

Brave.

If I encountered him during the first few days of my journey, I would never be able to defeat him.

But now?

He wouldnt even be suitable for my warm-up.

My name is Porori. Im the one who will soon conquer the Sword Princess. I dont know what tricks you used to get here, Sword King Parpar, but it wont work on me Tsk!

Oh?

I attacked Challenger A right in the middle of his fervent speech, but he dodged my surprise attack.

Even though I wasnt even using a sixteenth of my strength, I still didnt think he would be able to dodge.

However

Kh?!

There wouldnt be a second time.

I immediately grabbed his neck between his 6th and 7th vertebrae, not giving him time to recover.

I had no time to waste.

BOOM!

Holding his neck, I pinned Challenger A to the ground.

He had a pretty strong skull!

You surprised me.

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Kh

You are the first to hold against Sword King Parpar this long. You can be proud of that.

Challenger A, delighted by the MAX-Cla.s.s Righteous Heros praise, couldnt find the right words to reply with.

The fight is over! Everyone expected a fierce battle, but Porori, a swordsman from the east, couldnt cope with Sword King Parpars sudden onslaught and was almost immediately defeated, leaving Sword King Parpar as the victor! Please support him with deafening applause!

Oh

Hmm

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Among the spectators during the finals, the academy students who watch and learn from the experienced fighters gave me, the tournaments winner, a round of applause.

One of them was my son.

He seems surprised.

He probably caught and understood every move of the MAX-Cla.s.s Righteous Hero.

His talent was really impressive.

But that was only natural, considering he inherited my spine.

Awe: After the boring action scenes, the romantic part finally comes.

Hmm? Trainee Teacher doesnt like action?

I thought it was her style since she dreamt of becoming the heroes teacher.

Difficulty: I didnt say I dont like it. I just love romance a little more, but not enough for me to neglect my work!

Ill keep that in mind, Trainee Teacher!

Embarra.s.sment: And I think cadet Kang Han Soos way of fighting with a righteous smile on his face is good for both action and romance. A man fighting for a ladys heart is attractive in itself.

Im ready to fight for your heart, Trainee Teacher!

Um

What?

Sir Parpar, would you mind letting go of Porori? It seems that he no longer has any air left in his lungs.

Oops.

I completely forgot about him since I was distracted by my conversation with the beautiful Trainee Teacher.

BAM.

Challenger A fell to the ground, gasping for air desperately.

There was nothing I could do. It wasnt my fault that a level 451 fighter was that weak anyway.

Kha-kha!

My Brave friend.

Huh?! How did you know Kha-kha!

Relying on your profession alone is foolish.

The Sword Princess cant be defeated in such a primitive way, after all.

After our fair fight, I went to rest as I waited for the romantic part Trainee Teacher liked so much.

To save time, it would be nice to immediately ask for the hand of the Sword Princess, but the tournament had a specific schedule that I was instructed to follow.

It was extremely rare for challengers to win the tournament without injuries, after all.

Bruises, cuts, and broken bones were all common.

Only in childrens cartoons and books did the challengers limbs remain unharmed after fierce combat.

However, there were always exceptions.

The long-awaited event soon took place.

Behold! The beloved daughter of Duke Qureil, the Northern Continents epitome of beauty, the warrior who single-handedly slew 954 ogres, the Order of the Black Roses Head, one of the three strongest knights of the Northern Continent, Guardian of the Eastern and Northern Continents, Commander of the Eastern Legion, Deputy Commander of the Northern Legion, High Priest of Mollans Teachings, the Rank 2 Mollan Paladin, bearer of Mollan Medal of Honor, Guardian G.o.ddess of Moskara, Guardian of Kureil Manor, the Magic Sword Master, Snow Queen Elshas Friend, the Snow Mountain Conqueror, the Ice Princesss bailiff, the Ice Troll Slayer, the Spiked Black Rose Sword, the Legendary Princess reincarnated almost 2,000 years later! Countess Kaisa Kureil!

Wow!

Yesss! Aaaahhh!

Woooo!

The Sword Princess entered the arena to the enthusiastic cheers of the a.s.sembled spectators.

Her black combat suit, which looked like a combination of a womans dress and knightly armor, was impressive.

That was thanks to Duke Q for persuading his daughter from completely hiding her body under her armor.

Her golden hair was cut at shoulder height to keep it out of the way during battle.

A typical female knight.

But one shouldnt fall under the spell of this strong but beautiful woman.

Deep down, she was a crazy b.i.t.c.h who, through her own fault, appeared in a nightgown and tried to kill the Hero who had to save the world.

It was time for me to go out as well.

Behold! The man who wants to win the heart of Countess Kaisa Kureil. Sword King Parpar of Moskar!

Boooooo!

Boooooooooo!

Boooo!

The stupid crowd didnt even acknowledge the MAX-Cla.s.s Righteous Hero.

Their att.i.tude towards me wouldnt affect the outcome of the battle, but I decided to create a romantic atmosphere.

Addicted Spirit.

Heeheehee! My children! Support the Drug Hero with me!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop

As soon as the First Spirit called them, innumerable spirits appeared in the air.

Earth, fire, wind, water, soul.

From inferiors to kings.

They all filled the arena to cheer me up.

The Fantasy savages were speechless, but their silence didnt last long.

The Soul Spirit King went to work, setting mind control in motion.

The Sword King is so cool!

Good luck, Sir Parpar!

You will definitely win!

Long live Sword King Parpar!

I entered the arena to the cheers of the crowd, appearing before the Sword Princess.

Hi~

Do you call yourself the Sword King?

Yes, why?

As expected, my taunt worked.

The Sword Princesss face became flushed with anger as she glared at me. That nickname goes well with your barbaric face, Sir Parpar.

Huh?

What was this b.i.t.c.h talking about? Had she gone completely crazy?