Bullfighting arena, second match, all contestants come on stage.
The huge arena was packed with people.
In a corner, Cyrus stood there with a cold face, holding a long sword in his hand, waiting for the game to begin.
In addition to Cyrus, Edward Weibull, who is tall and strong, slightly fat, and has a thin crescent beard, also stands out.
At this moment, he was gnawing on a huge beast leg in one hand, and holding his weapon in the other.
Although he looks extremely strong, his face looks dull.
There was a long string of snot hanging from his nose, which made him look extremely stupid.
"Dear audience friends! Thank you for your persistent waiting! Next, let us begin the second competition in the bullfighting arena!"
"I declare that the competition begins now!"
“Boom!!!!”
As the sound of "beep" was heard, all the contestants in the arena started yelling and attacking the people around them.
"Hey! The champion of this competition is mine!"
"Boy, let's continue the fight we just had!"
"Go to hell, little devil!"
The entire arena was engulfed in a chorus of abuse.
All the contestants tried their best to defeat the other party.
The muscular men showed off their muscles to their heart's content.
In the arena, Cyrus twisted his body flexibly, kept walking on the edge of the ring, and occasionally used a sword to knock the attacking contestants into the pool.
There was nothing fancy about his movements; they were just the simplest ones.
However, even simple movements are full of ornamental value.
In contrast, Weevil in the center of the ring appeared extremely violent and ferocious.
Unlike the simple and stupid person at the beginning, after entering the battle, Weevil turned into a real beast.
Each of his strikes was full of power, easily knocking the attacking player away.
The knife in his hand kept swinging with a loud bang, killing the enemies one by one.
His ferocious and violent fighting style shattered the confidence of many contestants.
They moved away from Weibull in fear, trying to escape from him.
"Damn it! Where did this monster come from? This is a foul!"
"No, no, I don't want to die here!"
"No, don't come over here! Ah!"
Many players who originally thought that Weibull was a soft persimmon all screamed in fear.
However, no matter how much they regretted, they could not change the fact that they eventually became victims of Weeble's knife.
Under the brutal and terrifying power of Weevil, the place where Weevil was was completely cleared in just a moment.
"Damn it! Cyrus, you bastard, get out of my way!"
In an attempt to escape the arena, many contestants rushed towards Cyrus.
Because the place where Cyrus was standing was close to the exit.
"Get lost!"
"Go! Kill him!"
Cyrus looked coldly at the contestants rushing over, holding the sword horizontally in his hand.
"A bunch of rats!"
With a low and cold sneer, Cyrus stomped the ground hard, and rushed out with the sword in his hand.
"Thunder Destruction Sword!"
"boom!"
"ah!!!"
With a loud bang, all the contestants who rushed towards Cyrus flew backwards.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Cyrus kept walking and rushed towards Weevil with his sword in hand.
"You are so ruthless and have no respect for life. You don't deserve to live in this world!"
"ah!!"
"boom!"
In the moment when Wilbur was stunned, Cyrus's sword chopped fiercely at Wilbur's head.
But at that critical moment, Weeble raised his sword and blocked Cyrus's attack.
"Um, what are you doing? Are you attacking me?"
Weibull looked at Cyrus, who was looking at him gloomily, with a puzzled look on his face.
Cyrus looked at Wilbur with a gloomy expression, but he was extremely surprised in his heart.
He never expected that his full-strength attack could be blocked so easily by the opponent.
"hateful!"
Cyrus was unwilling to give up, so he turned over, then suddenly pulled back his sword and stabbed at Wilbur quickly.
However, his attack was still easily blocked by Weibull.
Cyrus, who refused to believe in evil, kept swinging his sword and attacking various parts of Weevil.
However, no matter how he attacked, his attacks were easily blocked by Weibull.
"Hey! Are you looking down on me?!"
Perhaps because of boredom, Weevil roared in dissatisfaction, suddenly raised his young knife, and swept it towards Cyrus fiercely.
"Bang!!"
With a loud bang, Cyrus was chopped down by Weevil's knife and flew backwards.
In mid-air, Cyrus looked in disbelief at the long sword that had been broken into two pieces, clenched his trembling fist, and looked at the blood flowing from his knuckles.
"This guy is a complete monster!"
Cyrus thought silently in his heart.
He quickly flipped his body in the air, steadied his body, and stomped his foot hard on the ring.
He thrust half of the sword into the ring to offset the force of the recoil.
After making a long, thin cut, Cyrus finally managed to steady himself.
Cyrus glanced at the pool behind him with an unpleasant expression, stood up and looked at Weeble in the distance.
"Why would such a guy come to participate in this competition where only criminals can participate! Moreover, how could such a guy be caught by the kingdom! "
Cyrus thought to himself, but did not give him too much time to think.
Weibull, who looked tall and bulky, appeared in front of Cyrus in an instant at an extremely fast speed, raised the knife in his hand high, and then chopped it fiercely at Cyrus below.
"hateful!"
"boom!"
Huge waves splashed high up, and smoke and dust filled the sky above the arena.
Cyrus, who narrowly avoided Weevil's attack, looked at the corner of the ring that was shattered by Weevil himself with an unpleasant expression, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"This guy's strength is too exaggerated!"
"He actually managed to cut the solid ring with just brute force. Is this something that everyone can do?"
Regardless of what Cyrus thought in his heart, Weevil, who had fallen into combat mode, no longer looked like an honest idiot.
After missing the first strike, his next strike was already aimed at Cyrus on the side.
"Damn it! I can't let you destroy the arena at will anymore!"
Cyrus roared and rushed forward with a half-broken sword in hand.
"boom!"
"Bang!"
However, there is a complete gap between ideas and reality.
The moment Cyrus received the knife from Webel, he felt a huge force coming at him, which directly injured his internal organs.
Blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and then the whole person flew backwards again and fell headfirst into the pool.
The whole battle started with Weibull's attack, but within a minute, the undefeated myth of the bullfighting arena fell from the altar and became just one of the ordinary people.
"roar!!!!"
Weevil, who chopped Cyrus away and made him fall into the pool, let out a huge roar.
His eyes had turned blood red, and endless violent aura burst out from his fat and tall body. (To be continued)