A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 232 Knight King, King of the North

"Oh, everyone, look!"

"Even supernatural warriors from another world are no match for Ms. Pegasus."

The enormous arena was already teeming with battles, while the 'News King' camera in the sky was focused on a certain mountain forest.

The fierce battle was raging there.
No, using 'fierce battle' to describe it is an exaggeration.

"Ugh! It's so stuffy!"

"why why?!"

"I can't hit it, I just can't hit it—"

Several 'otherworldly warriors' clad in leather armor and wielding guns and swords were launching a fierce attack. Their spears flashed with cold light, like shooting stars chasing the moon; their swords slashed and created gusts of wind; when they landed on the ground, they left long cracks; and when they touched trees, they immediately felled them in a swift cut.

It can be said that his speed, power, and technique are all commendable.

However, beneath these soldiers' helmets were terrified faces that looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Because their opponent, the 'alien woman' with her eyes closed, dodged left and right with her hands behind her back, enduring the fierce attacks without even getting a speck of dirt on her clothes.

The scene looked like a 'performance' that had been rehearsed a thousand times: however, these warriors were certain that their attacks were full of killing intent and all-out effort!
"Don't be afraid."

His facial features were twisted into a ferocious expression.
The lead soldier tried to boost morale.

"This guy might just be fast at dodging, he doesn't really have any offense—pfft!"

In a flash, Pegasus Hope, who had rushed into the other's arms, slammed his shoulder into the other's armor.

"hair!"

The invisible 'qi' penetrated through the armor, and even the skin and muscles;
It ravaged the opponent's alveoli directly, causing the soldier to immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, even the blood he spat out did not splatter on Pegasus Hope: because Pegasus Hope flashed and arrived in front of another otherworldly warrior, and before the other's raised sword could fall, his shoulder 'gently' landed on the other's chest again.

hair,

Pfft

"what!"

"Cough cough."

A figure darted across the battlefield.

These otherworldly warriors coughed up blood and knelt on the ground, their faces contorted in pain.

"Your heart and lungs are injured; it's best not to fight for at least two weeks."

Behind the kneeling warriors of the otherworld is Pegasus Hope, with his hands behind his back: this pose is not 'helpless,' but rather unnecessary.

"Today's shame"

"let's go!"

"Cough cough, damn it—"

Aside from uttering a few harsh words, these people had no other options. As the other side said, their hearts and lungs were damaged by the impact of the "fighting spirit." If they continued to fight, whether they could win or not was another matter, but they would definitely suffer lifelong disabilities.

"Wonderful,"

Artoria, who was watching from the other side, was equally full of praise.

“A very strong sense of intuition.”

The so-called 'intuition' is the 'roundness' that Pegasus desires, which is also known as Observation Haki.

It was precisely because of his powerful Observation Haki that Pegasus was able to easily defeat these warriors even while giving them only one hand.

“Aya’s ‘intuition’ is also unparalleled.”

Tianma, instead of being smug, humbly replied:
"In a sparring match, you can perfectly dodge my 'shot'."

After a round of sincere mutual flattery, the three put away the ordinary gold coins and continued their journey.

It's spoils of war, after all; there's no reason not to take it.

On the other side of this area:
brush----

Click click click click click!!
The figure strode past, the third sword at his waist sweeping across, shattering the 'Combination Scorpions' renowned for their defense in Impel Down. Their sturdy exoskeletons, capable of withstanding artillery fire, couldn't even slightly slow the opponent's advance.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen scorpions, each the size of a tank, were torn to pieces.

"too strong!"

"That's awesome!"

The otherworldly warriors near the battlefield were all dumbfounded.

Even for the 'natives' of this world, this kind of battle was unheard of.

A peerless sword, its reputation is well-deserved!
"you,"

The tall and imposing Beowulf turned around, and with a flick of his waist, like a 'shaking blade,' he drew a perfect semi-circular arc on the ground with the blood and bodily fluids from his third sword.

Just as these soldiers were gritting their teeth and on guard, the king, who was wearing a fur cloak, gestured backward with his thumb.

"Sorry, I stole your prey."

"Go and search for money; everyone gets a share."

???

".ah?"

This stunned the soldiers who were preparing for battle.

"Since you participated in the hunt, you have the right to share the spoils, don't you?"

In this harsh, cold land, everyone must fight. Naturally, they can also enjoy the spoils of war; of course, the fattest and most delicious meat belongs to the strongest warriors.

"Your Majesty, I have discovered a piece of 'mithril'."

Young Vigraf pulled out a fist-sized piece of silvery-white metal from the pile of scorpion carcasses.

The so-called 'mithril' is actually a specialty product forged by the prince of the Silvershine Kingdom.

"I'll take these."

Matsumoto Jinpei then took a small box of gold coins:

This is the treasure chest on the giant scorpion he killed.

"Wait, Beowulf!"

Among the surprised warriors, one wearing chainmail and a cross helmet asked in a flustered manner.

Why would you share money with us, your competitors?

"Don't forget this is just the elimination round. In the subsequent arena battles, we will still be enemies!"

Haven't you considered strategies to reduce the number of enemies?
That's right!

Although this 'elimination tournament' seems to be a matter of reaching the finish line to win, and the opponents are theoretically only the mechanisms, traps, and monsters in the arena, why not eliminate the opponents in advance?
Many people have already begun hunting other participants on this battlefield.

"A strategy to reduce the number of opponents in the ring?"

Upon hearing this, the dignified Beowulf became enraged.

"Extremely boring!"

"Such petty tricks are like pants; they'll tear easily in the face of real power!"

"A real man should win every victory with honor and integrity!"

king,
It must be done openly and honestly.

"Take your share and head towards the finish line."

"Whether it's ten, a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand people! I will defeat you all on the stage with honor and fairness!"

After speaking, he turned around domineeringly, his cloak billowing as he revealed his muscular, chiseled buttocks.

"Well said!"

“This is the true king,”

"A man among men, a male among males!"

The soldiers were filled with fervor; such a powerful figure truly commanded utmost respect.

"king!"

"Please let us follow you!"

Compared to you, we are just greenhorns.

What a regal presence!

[Beowulf, truly worthy of being the King in the North.] [If he could wear trousers, he would be the perfect king.]

What kind of battle isn't a battle? What's the difference between the king's third sword and a fist? Just think of it as having an extra leg.

[Indeed, such a domineering king—if I were from that world, I would definitely follow Beowulf. As for the rest—]

They were all people who "did not look like rulers".

The news king's live broadcast room was filled with praise.

In comparison, at least this Beowulf unexpectedly exudes an aura of dominance.

Aside from the third sword, which challenges the common people's values, his demeanor, style, and strength are all quite remarkable.

"That's more like it,"

Even Director Fujita commented,
"It's normal for a great hero to have some quirks, as for the rest—"

The director, who was also watching the live stream, was somewhat disappointed. After all, the news anchor couldn't be in two places at once and could only broadcast live from one location at a time, so he couldn't collect information from other battlefields.

I wonder how the other 'Kings' are doing now?

Treasure route

"Oh, this wine glass? I know it!"

After taking the treasure chest off the back of a 'Brugli' and opening it, Attila examined it and gave his answer.

"This is the 'Infinity Cup,' and legend has it that the delicious wine inside will never be finished."

After saying that, he immediately threw his head back and drank it.

After you finish drinking, new wine automatically flows into the glass.

"That's it?"

Mulan, carrying a long sword, was greatly disappointed.
"Besides being an alcoholic, it's also suitable for a pleasure-seeking guy like you."

"Haha, little Mulan, you understand me best."

Attila the Hun accepted his subordinates' 'taunts' without batting an eye, and even seemed to take pride in them.

"Little Seventeen, you are not yet an adult and cannot drink alcohol."

After saying that, Attila tilted his head back and took another gulp.

"This treasure is mine."

"Okay, but next time I get a treasure, I want to have the right to choose first."

Wood Spirit #17 took the opportunity to make her own demands.

"Okay, what about Mulan?"

"I have no opinion,"

After speaking, the female knight-errant, disguised as a man and named 'Mulan', glanced at the Hun king.

"Drink up, and drown in wine and women."

"Hey, hey, hey, even though 'honest advice is hard to swallow,' isn't this a curse? It's already a curse, isn't it?"

Completely lacking any airs of a 'king,' this 'Hun king' loudly rebuked Mulan.

“Just stating the facts.”

Money route,

"Aaaaaah!! You vile bastard, I am the 'Wild Hunt'!"

The knight, charging angrily, hadn't even had time to swing his hair-thick two-handed axe when his battering ram-like boots came hurtling towards him.

Thump,

The next second, the famous 'Wild Hunt' Hartmut was sent flying backward.

"Hahaha, Wild Hunt? The Forest Man?"

"That's it, that's it—"

Before 'Wild Hunt' Hartmut could get up, he was kicked from behind and sent flying, rolling on the ground like a ball.

"Get the facts straight, Mr. Knight."

"You are nothing but an ant, an ant, do you understand?"

In fact, the armored knight in the center of these warriors is more like a 'figurine' in size.

But regardless, after being shrunk to this extent, he couldn't unleash his proud power, and as for immortality? It would only increase the time he would be humiliated.

"enough,"

Just among the few participating soldiers,
A clear, serious voice rang out as the Wild Hunt was kicked around like a ball.

"He who oppresses the poor dishonors his Creator, but he who shows mercy to the needy is the man whom the Lord created in his own image."

Amidst the clatter of armor, Artoria strode forward.

"Stop what you're doing, or else—"

Clang,

The female knight drew her ordinary longsword from her waist, her face serious.

"I will be your opponent."

At the same time, Machii Isao and Tenma Nozomi also came over.

“It’s them.”

The fearful gazes of these contestants

It fell on Machii Isao and Tenma Nozomi.

Because they had previously hidden on a nearby hill, they witnessed Machii Isao instantly defeating the monster and Tenma trying to 'trick' the other contestants.

Yes, it's 'them': for the same reason, Pegasus wanted that face to be androgynous, and coupled with his familiar manner with the other two women, to be categorized as female by others.

There is nothing inherently wrong with it.

"Hmph, what's it to you?"

"Let's go."

"I'm tired of playing it anyway!"

Faced with these three people, the contestants wisely left while uttering some harsh words.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!!"

Getting up from the ground, the Wild Hunt knight, wielding his 'pocket' long-handled axe, was filled with grief and rage and wanted to give chase, but reason told him that it was just self-deception.

Just like how he offended that 'clown'.
Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew ever closer, and a female knight dressed in a blue battle robe and white plate armor approached the Wild Hunt.

"What?"

"You want to fight me too?!"

Raising its weapon, the Wild Hunt attempted to defend its dignity.

But this posture is no more intimidating than an ant baring its fangs and claws: what awaits him is a finger falling from the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Roaring, Wild Hunt swung his axe upwards.

Pfft

The long-handled battle axe sank into the flesh.

"Ha, you know how powerful I am."

Before the words were even finished, a warm breath bloomed at the other person's fingertips.