128 A Guest Intrudes on The Festival

"Eleven huh?"

The purple hatted man asked as he looked around, smirking.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Interesting. The other seven seem pretty boring. Hehe."

The smirk vanished from his face as his expression turned cold.

He pulled back his fist and let it fly forward towards the group of 10 that were standing a few meters away.

Seven individuals had holes shot through their bodies by a strong and sharp gust of wind.

Now, including Mitsuna, only 4 remained to fight the sudden intruder.

Needless to say, the competitors weren't nearly as surprised as the viewers.

Through the camera, a fight between prodigies and legends was about to take place.

Mitsuna observed the situation as calmly as she could.

'The man is dangerous. Looks slightly unhinged too.'

Mitsuna gripped her sword tightly.

'His attack is fast. Extremely so. I didn't feel any mana being used so he didn't use any magic to kill those seven. Maybe an Esper?'

The grin returned to the man.

He turned around to face Mitsuna.

"You. You're the one, right?"

"What are you on about?"

The man's grin widened.

"Oh ho ho! It definitely is you!"

Mitsuna narrowed her eyes.

"Oh! What a joy, what a joy!"

He spun in place while pointing at the people in the area one by one.

"A scythe wielding General."

It was the man who won the A bracket.

"One of the main vanguards of the Western War working with the Akenn family."

It was the pink haired man.

"Get those fancy gathering clothes off, they won't help you here."

The man said as he waved his hand.

The wind blew, the pink haired man's mask was torn to pieces and his clothing ripped.

Now all he wore was his white shirt black pants and crown as his hair flew unrestrained.

He had a scar across the bridge of his nose and his eyes were dark red with sharp white pupils.

The pink haired man frowned as the purple capped man moved on.

"Ah yes. The current Sword Saint of the Old South."

It was Miranda the sword saint who Mitsuna had battled with some time ago.

The man moved on as his gaze settled on Mitsuna.

"And you. You, I find interesting."

The man stopped spinning as he tore off his shirt.

'Another pervert.' Mitsuna thought.

The man had scars littering his body.

He looked towards the sky with his hands raised up high as the wind blew his torn shirt away.

Lowering his hands, he got into a boxing position and yelled.

"Come! Come on! My name is Percy Louh, King of Kings, and our battle will be Legendary!"

Mitsuna made eye contact with the group behind the psychopathic man and lightly nodded, agreeing to cooperate in order to kill this man.

The man disappeared and reappeared next to Mitsuna as he threw a heavy punch toward her face.

Although she could see the movements, she could barely react.

All she could do at the time was slightly raise her sword to block some of the impact.

Mitsuna was sent flying, she slid on the ground after a bounce and reorientated herself.

Looking towards the man whose fist was slightly smoking due to the speed, she appraised him.

[Percy Louh

Title: Revolutionary, System Defier

Race: Human

Class: None

Level: ??? ]

'What the hell am I looking at?'

Mitsuna questioned as she saw the three others try to attack the man.

Appraising them and seeing as how she could still see the status of people over 100 levels above her, she froze for a moment.

Shaking her head, she looked back at the man only to see him pushing the three back with ease.

Mitsuna didn't waste any more mana on appraising him as she felt that any more would drain her mana quite a bit.

Mitsuna looked over her skills, this was not the time to focus on advancing her sword skills, this was a dangerous battle.

Mitsuna activated her skills.

'[Form Change: Dragon]'

Scales grew on her arms, chest and legs as horns protruded from her head and her pupils turned sharp.

[All Physical Stats have been Increased]

The System notification sounded out.

'[Ancient Dragonic Speech]'

"<Buff Allies>, <Debuff Enemies>."

The three that were being pushed back suddenly got a boon of energy as their attacks grew faster and more powerful.

The purple capped man however slowed down considerably while his power wained.

'[Chromatic Poison], [Silksong]'

Sharp threads started flowing out of Mitsuna's sword as they flowed in the air, undisturbed by wind.

Her blade and threads were coated in poison.

Lastly, Mitsuna used the final skill she thought would help in this situation before making her move.

'[Branded]'

Her pupils turned pure black. All she could focus on was the enemy in front of her.

The man, at this time, realized that he was being weakened by an external force and turned his head towards Mitsuna after kicking away the pink haired man and parrying Miranda.

And just like before, the man disappeared before reappearing next to Mitsuna with a punch ready to be thrown.

This time, however, Mitsuna was prepared.

She saw how Percy moved.

Although it seemed close to teleportation, it was actually just a strong jump.

The opponent would push his leg muscles to the limit while falling. This just shows his terrifying physical strength.

As the fist came in closer, it hit Mitsuna's sword.

But unlike last time, Mitsuna was not blown away.

No.

It was the complete opposite.

Mitsuna didn't move an inch, she saw how Percy moved and prepared herself while pushing her arm muscles to the limit.

She could feel a few small snaps in her arm that was holding the sword but she ignored it, instead dawning an emotionless stare as she looked Percy in the eyes.

A moment later, he retreated back a few meters while swinging his hand in the air, seemingly trying to get rid of the burning poison on his hand.

"Ow ow!"

He took a sharp breath in as he looked at Mitsuna and grinned.

"That burns."

Mitsuna got ready.

"Heheh. I knew you would be interesting."

Percy placed his hands in his pockets and took out some white knuckle dusters.

"Let's go! Come on! I'm ready!"

The other three were making their way over here, all Mitsuna had to do for now was damage him as much as she could.

The man dashed forward and released a punch.

Mitsuna cut the incoming shockwave with a heavy swing of her sword.

As she cut through, the threads attached to her sword weren't idle as the ground around Percy was cut to ribbons by those very threads.

Yet the knuckle dusters on Percy's hands were rather tough as they parried and destroyed some of the threads that made contact with them.

As such, Percy lost a thumb.

"Ow! Hey!"

He slightly backed off again as he held his hand in slight pain. Yet the grin on his face didn't leave.

"Finally. Everyone is in one place."

Next to Mitsuna, the other three had arrived.

"Let's go! Give me a fight to remember!"

Percy yelled as he dashed forwards.