He was the weakest and even persecuted, but after 100,000 years of training in the super-difficult l

They advanced to the final tournament and received a detailed explanation of the rules from the tournament management.

In order to forfeit the prize money in case of disqualification or loss due to foul play, the rules of this tournament allow the prize money to be earned in a lump sum after each player's win or loss in the tournament has been determined.

Abstentions are allowed at any time, inside or outside of a match, and the prize money is usually awarded up to the amount of the winnings.

But this final tournament is the highlight of the tournament, so to speak. However, this tournament is the highlight of the tournament, and it would not be exciting if a lot of players abandoned the tournament. Therefore, abstentions are not allowed in principle for those who have advanced to the final tournament.

However, the only thing that is forbidden is to abstain before the match, and not during the match, such as declaring surrender or going out of the hall of their own accord, so similar remedies are available in effect.

Now, I was watching the fights of the contestants of this tournament, as I was not busy until the match, but the finalists in the tournament were all inexperienced.

My interest was limited to a few, such as martial artists Zach Pauer and Bly.

What was surprising was the Zack vs. Of course, everything about Rikku and Zach is too different as martial artists. It's truly a match between a child and an adult. I was expecting Riku to surrender immediately, but he continued to fight until he lost consciousness, even though he was covered in wounds all over. Maybe it means that Riku had some pride as a martial artist. Well, Rikku is still young. Whether he grows or falls as a martial artist is up to him.

Anyway, I'll face Zack in the next two rounds. I'll have to fight him and convince him to become Lohse's royal guard before I can abstain from the fight.

I'm currently walking to the match venue for the first round of the final tournament.

I can still hear the whispering and unpleasant gossip from the surroundings. How can you want to evaluate others without getting tired of it?

Immediately after the preliminary finals, the teacher's representative, Sigga, who was leading Rikku and the others, accused me of cheating, but he couldn't admit it, and I guess it was out of spite. I'm going around spreading the word that I won the final of the qualifying round by using banned items, which is incompetent. Thanks to this, thankfully, rumors spread throughout the city, and I was declared a heel.

Finally, as if the tournament organizers could no longer overlook the situation, some of the rules were changed and the wearing of rings, bracelets, and other accessories, except for designated clothing, was banned.

It's not that I don't care about such a trend, but I'm more bothered by the fact that Rose is very tense about this issue.

We arrived at the venue and changed into the clothes designated by the tournament organizers in the changing room. In that case, I throw everything I'm wearing into the item box.

"Ho, this clothing is an item of limited ability?

It seems that the clothes you are asked to wear have the effect of randomly decreasing your strength, durability and agility by 5 to 15. But, no matter. It has virtually no effect on me at all.

Hmmm, would it be safe to go out in public without any ability restrictions at all?　Basically, there is a big difference between the weak and the strong in this world. I've done a lot of training on the road to Rouzahar, and I'm pretty sure that I won't go as far as to kill them as long as I know they are weak.

It's a good thing that you've got a good idea of what you're looking for.

The fact that the organizers of the tournament prepare such a garment suggests that they do not want to let me win. I thought about abstaining midway through, but I changed my mind. I'm going to win, no matter what. I am, you know, an innocent person.

When I stepped into the arena surrounded by spectators, the air was shaking with boos.

In contrast, the hall goes unnaturally quiet as my opponent, a spiky-haired man with a bad eye, enters the venue.

Hmmm, this spiky-headed guy doesn't seem to be well-liked in a different way than I am. I haven't seen this spiky-headed man in combat, but the fact that a recovery mage is standing by right next to the Enbudai suggests that he must have a very rough fighting style.

Hm?　The moderator has changed from that blonde woman to the man in black. Apparently, the management is all set for this.

'So, the fifth group of the final tournament, first of all, this man, the [most incompetent] gift holder, Kai Heinemann!　The most incompetent man in the world, not the world!　Despite various allegations of misuse of items, we made it to the final tournament!

Oversized boos rained down on me.

There's not much point in the timing of the event, and not much point in the presenter bashing the other players, who are likely to be in trouble later on. It's probably the feud between Lohse and Prince Gilbert that's behind it.

"Don't worry about it. The tournament management is no fool. The management has provided all the competitors' clothes for this scandal. There can be no more cheating!

They all cheered at once. The man in black nodded with satisfaction, and pointed his right hand at the thick-lipped spiky-headed man

Defeating incompetence is a player destruction rate of 70%. A flame-based gift holder and genuine crusher - Dick Balm. His strength is undeniably real!　

Now, how to break the vile incompetence this time!

An even louder shout of cheers echoed throughout the room as the man in black, as if he were making a claimed commentary.

Is it acceptable for a moderator to break a player? Apparently, these guys don't have the pride of being a moderator. Furthermore, the audience condones it. To be honest, these guys are the ones I detest the most.

Walking up to the center of Enbudai

So, you know, I've never met anyone who hates me more than I do.

The black twon-headed man - Dick Balm, too, with a thin smile, approaches me and expresses this impression.

'Really?　That was a good experience.

"You're not afraid of me?

Dick twitches his thick right eyebrow and glares at me, but asks, "What is it?

'To what?'

"This to me?　I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you, okay?

Hmm, I'm not sure about that. You'll never know unless you try. But your confidence is a little better this time.

Dick's strength is only discernible to me as less than a featherworm, but with a human opponent, the accuracy is questionable. Above all, status alone does not determine the value of a warrior. As long as the technique is remarkably good, it can sometimes break the knees of even the most powerful. That's what I learned from my soul in that dungeon for the weak.

Well done, small fry!　I'll raise you to the blood feast!　Hey, ref, hurry up and signal the start!

The black-clad presenter nodded broadly and stepped down from the Enbudai. Then a skin-headed man in formal attire, presumably a referee, comes up to the Enbudai. Then he crosses his arms.

"Fight!

Level your arms with a shout.

"Burn, you trash!

Dick rushes forward with such a cue that his arms and legs are covered in fire.

Easily duck a right fist thrust and avoid a low kick with minimal walking movement. He avoids a flame-clad left back fist lightly along his back.　

This is terrible. Even worse than the inexperienced Rikku, his technique is poor. Moreover, he doesn't even have the most important stamina for a martial artist. It's obvious that he hasn't trained well. This is not martial arts. This is not martial arts, this is street art.

It's hard to believe, but if the presenter's explanation is true, then this wooden dude has made many martial artists cripple themselves with this street art.

"Damn, why didn't it hit me!

Dick glowered at me, breathing on my shoulder.

That's because you're not a martial artist.

I make a point of truth that I do not need to answer.

I don't deny martial arts that utilize flame-based gifts and skills.

But that is only if it is incorporated into one of the martial arts. I'm not sure I would recognize a novice like this guy, who is simply swept up in the original gift, as a martial artist.

"I'm - I'm the headmaster of the Engaja Evil Burn School!

"Engaja ......?　I don't know of any school with such a tongue-in-cheek name. It just tells me that not everything about you is a martial artist.

I walk slowly toward him.

"Don't be silly, I--

I walked up to him with my own unique gait and grabbed his face with my left hand and lifted him up lightly.

"Nah!

I put the force of my left hand into the guy who is screaming at me.

"Geez!　Ow, ow!　Haha, why!

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your life easier, but I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your life easier. I ignore it and continue to put my left hand to work.

I know what this guy is capable of. It's not much different from the raggedy rascal who got involved with me before. Even without the [Glove of the Sealing God], if you treat the weak appropriately, they won't kill you.

''Don't worry. You can't crush your skull with this level of force. After all, I've been training to use fruit and animal bones every day lately, so I'm pretty confident in my ability.

If you look up at him with the corner of your mouth wide open

"Hihi!

Dick lets out a small scream, and his face turns up in horror.

"You know what?　What I am doing to you now is not martial arts or anything else. It's just an expression of power that can be achieved by an amateur like you. It's nothing more than worthless violence. But it's enough to crush you.

He clenches his right fist tightly and pulls back on his elbow.

"Well, damn--

"I'll give you one chance. Come back to the drawing board!

I spat at him and punched him all over.

He throws Dick, his whole body swollen, onto the floor of the enbudae.

"Referee,

The referees, who had been watching with their mouths half open and stunned, were urged to turn their eyes only to

"The winner, Kai Heinemann!

I declare loudly as I turn my right hand toward me.

We're done. I don't need a bit of this place anymore.

I jumped off the Enbudai and left the hall, which was still painfully quiet.