Chapter 71 She, who was blessed by the sword. Unbearable pain.

The match continues as Shakti ordered her monsters to attack, gone were the formations and tactics, right now, Shakti's sole order was to overwhelm Ais with her superior number.

The monster roared as they charged at the sole mortal who was standing in the middle of the stage, Ais still didn't move from her spot.

"I think it was something like this..." Ais muttered as she willed her mana.

A huge mana dome formed enveloping the whole stage.

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August who was watching in the sideline had his mouth wide open, his shock slowly morph into awe, and then excitement. Ais just performed the technique of Mashima Toga. She had formed a mana dome of her own.

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Toga who had by now recovered from his fight with August was also watching in the stands. His eyes opened as he stared at the mortal who was blessed by the sword. 'What an unfair world.' He thought. He had spent multiple years creating that technique, only for two brats to recreate it like it was nothing.

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Denki had his mouth wide open as she watched Ais perform his master's technique. Seeing her do it made him realize just how far back he was in the pecking order. He knew Ais was strong, he wasn't stupid... But seeing her perform something that took him years to do made him feel small.

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The world around Ais became all so clear, she could feel everything inside the dome, she could see how the monsters move, how their muscles twitch, how their claw scratch the ground as they charge towards her, hoe Shakti was loading her spear with mana preparing to charge in along with her tames.

The feeling was exhilarating, Ais felt like she was seeing the world for the first time. A smirk slowly formed on her statue-like face, and as the monsters got closer, it formed into a predatory grin.

Chills ran up Shakti's spine when she saw the smile on Ais's face. It was the first time she ever saw the sword princess make that kind of expression. Gone was the stoic and blank stare, it was replaced with a somewhat feral look.

There was a bad feeling deep in Shakti's gut, one she chose to ignore, she needs to win this no matter what, so she swallowed the bubbling unease, and pushed on.

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But what happened next was a massacre, in a blink of an eye, Ais slaughtered every monster that was charging at her. Blood splattered everywhere, as Ais mowed down everything in her path.

In a matter of minutes, only Shakti, and her two trolls remained. She was bloodied as she tried to defend Ais assault.

Right now they were exchanging blows at the middle of the stage with Ais being the one who holds the advantage.

*Roar!*

One of the trolls was charging at her with its club raised high in the air. "Tsk." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. The trolls were a pain in her ass, their regenerative ability made it annoying for Ais. And Shakti was always there to make sure that she couldn't deal the finishing blow.

Ais jumped back to dodge the club that came slamming at her, and with immaculate timing, Shakti delivered a stab at the small window that she had.

Ais blocked the spear, but the other troll was now in her space. It slammed its club at Ais side, but it only hit air as the sword princess jumped up. She then stabbed her rapier at the troll's left eye, twisting her sword as the blood spattered all over her.

The troll roared and flailed in pain. Ais pulled her blade out and jumped down, just in time to dodge the other troll who slammed its club straight to the face of its comrade.

The head splashed as it popped like an overblown balloon. It turned to dust shortly as the blow killed it.

This is what Shakti was worried about, Trolls are generally stupid, and they don't care about their surroundings when they attack which makes it harder for her to control them.

But Shakti didn't have the time to contemplate as Ais was already charging right at her. She moved her spear to block the incoming attack, but Ais turned to her right, straight to the other troll who was confused from killing its own kind.

Shakti clicked her tongue and gave chase, she knew that if Ais finished off her other troll then she wouldn't have a chance against her in a straight up duel.

She whistled, snapping the troll out of its stupor, it turned around and found Ais charging at it. It gave a mighty roar and ran towards her with murder in its eyes.

It raised its club up in the air with the intention to slam it down towards the puny being that was charging at it.

But alas, Ais was faster... She ran past the troll and slashed at its achilles tendons. The troll fell on its knees, and Ais took advantage of it and delivered the final blow with a slash at the back of its nape, straight at its monster core.

Shakti stopped on her track as she watched her last monster turn to dust. The crowd went wild as the last of the one hundred monsters was slain. All one hundred were killed by only one mortal, and right now that mortal has her eyes on the monster's tamer.

The fight had now turned into a one on one.

Ais turned to her, she was a bloody mess, but the blood that clings to her wasn't hers. It belonged to all the monsters that she slayed. Shakti took her stance, she knows that Ais had now solely focused on her.

After the loss of her monsters, the fight ended shortly after... Ais completely overwhelmed Shakti in terms of speed and offensive capabilities. Shakti was able to stand her ground, but it didn't last long.

Shakti was knocked unconscious as Ais got behind her using a faint, and then delivered a devastating blow using the pummel of her rapier at the back of Shakti's head.

The crowd cheered at the winner as Ais stood over the unconscious body of Shakti. With this the first match of the semifinals had come to an end with Ais as the winner and she would move on to the finals of the bracket B tournament.

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Ibri Achaa marched to the stage, he was disappointed that her captain lost but that didn't show on his face. "What a match!" The crowd cheered loudly showing Ibri that they also agree. "With it, Ais Wallenstein had now moved on to the finals! She had continued her dominance with this win, beating Shakti Varma and her one hundred monsters, showing us that even outnumbering, she still is a dominating force to be reckoned with!"

"And now... We will move on to the second and last match of the semifinals of the bracket B tournament!" Ibri voice was pulling the crowd, he was really good at it as Ganesha gave a nod of approval inside the VIP room. "With the winner facing Ais Wallenstein in the FINALS!!!"

"Now... Without farther ado. Allow me the honor and the privilege to introduce our next FIGHTERS!!!" The crowd erupted in screams of excitement. They were hype for the next fight. "To my LEFT!!! He had shown us his enormous strength in the first round. With every blow he makes the ground shake under his mighty war hammer. The brute force of Dia familia. THE MOUNTAIN!!! HOTHOR!!! CLEGANE!!!"

The crowd applauded as Hothor marched on stage with a huge grin on his face, he was a mountain of a man, one who gave his alias justice. His huge war hammer on his shoulder, his every step felt like that of a giant as it thuds and shakes the ground.

"HAHAHA!!!" he was laughing as he stood in the middle of the stage and he dropped his hammer to the ground, cracking it by its sheer weight alone.

"He sure is big!!! But can his size stop our next fighter?" Ibri continued with his introduction. "To my RIGHT!!! The seemingly unstoppable force! He had shown great prowess when it comes to his deadly spear! He is deemed by many as death incarnate! The captain of Heracles Familia! GÁE BULG!!! AUGUST!!! KAISER!!!"

The crowd started to feel tense, the first experience they had in witnessing August's fight was still vividly engraved in their minds. They felt a bit worried about what he would do this time.

And they were right!

August marched to the stage with his mana and aura at full throttle. He was pumped after witnessing Ais's fight.

He arrived at the middle and twirld his spear as he placed it snuggly on top of his shoulders.

Ibri nods seeing that the two fighters were rearing to go. "Now then... Without further delay, let the match... BEGIN!!!"

"August... I see that you're quite excited!" Hothor spoke as he picked up his hammer.

"You could say that..." August answered and took his stance.

"HAHAHA!!! Then let us give the crowd a show!" Hothor bellowed out a hearty laugh which August responded with a smile.

"A show huh?" August mutters. 'I doubt it.' he thought. Sure Hothor was physically stronger than him, but he was used to fighting someone with his style. In his mind, no brute force fighter was scarier than his god.

And Hothor was just a downgraded version of Heracles in his mind.

"By the way..." August spoke which caught Hothors attention. "Nothing personal here bud." he said as he smiled politely.

And in the next second he vanished out of Hothor's sight, Hothor felt a chill that was imploring him to look down, there he saw August crouching with his spear poised to strike.

The mountain quickly slammed his hammer down, a loud thunderous boom echoed all throughout the arena. It cracked the whole stage as Hothor attacked with everything he had.

But it only hit the ground, August was gone from that spot. He was behind Hothor, his spear was rising from the ground up.

Like an uppercut August delivered his blow, it connected and made every male on the crowd wince and whimper.

August attacked Hothor from behind and targeted his family jewel. Hitting it with the base of his spear with his full physical prowess.

Hothor's eyes bulged as it threatened to pop out of its socket, his mouth had the O shape as he screamed silently. His hand let go of his hammer as it crashed to the ground, he fell on his knees while grabbing his nuts.

Seconds later the whites of his eyes show as saliva started to bubble on his mouth as he crashed to the ground unconscious and in an embarrassing position.

August seeing this started to feel bad, but there were no rules about what he did, and with Hothor towering above him, that spot became so much easier to hit.

"A-August wins by Knockout!" Ibri announced as he too was feeling the phantom pain that was his family jewel. "H-He will move on to the finals and face Ais Wallenstein!"

The crowd didn't know how to react to what they had witnessed. Every male was looking at August like he was a demon and at Hothor with pity.

August meanwhile exited the stage with a slightly guilty look on his face.

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Heracles watched the match with his mouth wide open and his brow twitching. What August did made him feel second hand embarrassment as all the gods in the room are looking at him dryly.

"HAHAHAHAA!!!" Buddha was laughing his ass off at his side, he was wiping tears off his eyes. He never witnessed a fight between two high level adventurers ending that way. "Fuck Heracles! Did you teach him that? Maybe we should give him a different alias. August the nut cracker Kaiser! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"...." Heracles didn't answer, more like he couldn't. He taught August efficiency, and going for the weak spot in fighting, but never that.

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Dia felt betrayed, her expectations for this fight was high as Hothor was one of the strongest members of her familia. But to end like that, she felt like she swallowed an extremely bitter bug.

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Denki and Froke had an awkward look on their face, they didn't know how to react to that. Should they be happy that August won?

Denki view August as a monster, but now he views him as a demon after that. And now he has one more thing to worry about when they spar. He paled when he thought that August may do the same thing to him at their training. 'He won't do that to me... Wouldn't he?'

He felt shivers just thinking about it. All he knows is that he'll watch out for that in every sparring match they'll have in the future.

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Chapter 71 is done now, how do you guys like the story so far?

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(Extra)

Hothor was lying face first on the floor while holding his family jewel. His mind was blank as all he could think of was the unbearable pain. He felt like dying was the better option right now.

"H-He hit me on my dick... W-why did he hit me on my dick?" he mutters as his mind slowly succumb to the pain. And everything went white.