A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 240: The Elimination Rounds End, and the Essence of the Tournament

The Netherlands
This city is located in the center of an 'other world'.

In a massive arena, capable of holding 100,000 people and blessed with numerous magical powers.

Please look.

"With the foreign powerhouse 'Gou Chen' defeating the 'Human Path' examiner, the Elf Prince, the elimination rounds came to an astonishing end!"

Who is the strong? Who is the hero? Who is the king?

The 'clown' floating above the battlefield raises his hands; he is the 'host' of this competition.

"I believe you have all seen it for yourselves!"

"Now, let us offer our praise and applause to our heroes—"

As the clown announced his name, hundreds of thousands of spectators erupted in a deafening roar, some raising their arms and shouting until their faces were flushed, others clapping wildly, and still others shouting praises of the hero. Not a single person was idle.

"Beowulf!"

"Artoria!"

"Lord Ling! I have high hopes for you—"

"Bet on, bet on, who will be the final champion?"

Amidst a variety of titles, the strong contenders on the field captivated a large audience with their unique style.

As for the others? It's not that they weren't strong, but rather that their actions were too outrageous; or they had a grudge against the Netherlands, such as Attila the Hun.

"Warm-up complete,"

"Almost there, it's time to move on to the second phase."

The 'clown' floating in the air raised his hand and swept it downwards.

As his hands swept across the landscape, mountains, rivers, castles, and forests vanished; at the same time, figures appeared to grow larger out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield, which simulated various environments, was restored to a rocky arena, and many contestants of normal size appeared on the arena, able to interact with the audience up close.

then,

The audience erupted in a deafening roar ten times louder than before; the crowd was truly in a frenzy!

The praise and cheers, numbering in the tens of thousands, made the remaining contestants beam with joy, some raising their hands in greeting, others placing one hand on their chest: the victor rightfully enjoyed all of this.

The 'kings' and supernatural experts were much more reserved; they all knew very well that strength was the foundation of everything.

This competition,
It was a grand skill-training event.
Most ordinary contestants are around level D in skill.

He has almost no special abilities; he's just a regular swordsmanship and fighting skill.

Only a few 'elites' have C-level, and many strong individuals from the island nation are also at this level.

At this level, one possesses certain abilities, such as domineering presence or magical equipment, making them capable of single-handedly defeating a thousand riders.

The few special kings are naturally classified as B-level – they all have their own countries and are not coveting the Netherlands, but rather have come to witness the strength of the powerful or to dispel the confusion in their hearts.

Haki, swordsmanship, Devil Fruit abilities. Someone incorporated various powers when creating them.

The purpose of holding this competition

The purpose was actually to make 'Rei' become stronger in a logical way.

Even the 'clown' in the sky didn't expect that Rei would master 'Conqueror's Haki' in just the warm-up elimination rounds, far exceeding his expectations.

That's right, this 'host' is also someone's clone.

In that case,

Perhaps we could increase the difficulty a bit?
The 'strongman' that Akizuki Ritsu created himself could reach the B-level strength, but unfortunately, this kind of strongman has a weakness, which is that he has already 'set his form'.

It is extremely difficult for them to become stronger, because they are essentially advanced Homites formed by the fusion of millions of souls.

Only those supernatural beings who grow stronger step by step have a brighter future.

Therefore, this competition is also for many supernatural individuals:
A platform for breakthroughs.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

"They are heroes!!"

The cheers of 100,000 spectators created a rolling wave of sound, making it impossible for most people to hear what they were shouting.

Do not,
The audience themselves

I can't hear anything you're shouting!
"Ling, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Only the strong can converse within such sound waves.

Siegfried floated to the side of the dragon-slaying sword, which waggled like a little dog, and rubbed his hands together apologetically.

"Look, the audience is cheering for you—"

Bang! !

With an imposing punch, he slammed heavily into the Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword 'Balmongk'.

"shut up!"

It's one thing to use her body all the time, to sleep with other women every day.

In front of 100,000 people in the other world and over a billion people in the real world, she's being asked to fight a dragon? It's obvious that this is a true social death.

Ryou admires her own willpower for not going insane on the spot: it was precisely because of this that her soul underwent a dramatic transformation.

"I was so stupid to believe you."

"You can't say that. Didn't you feel good?"

"Lord Siegfried,"

While broadcasting the grand spectacle live, the "News King" also made sarcastic remarks.

Haven't you realized your mistake yet?

"Ms. Ling needs to be treated equally."

Instead of an apology.

"I"

Siegfried scratched his head.
He is a born 'king', he only needs to live his life his own way.

Treating people as equals is indeed a major challenge: if he knew how to get along with people, he wouldn't have harmed Brunhilde, leading to his assassination.

"Ryou, what should I do?"

"First of all, you are not allowed to depend on me again without my permission!"

"Huh? How could this be?"

This Siegfried is hopeless. News King ignored him and continued broadcasting about the other teams.

By saying this, Ling has actually already forgiven Siegfried.

That's all there is to it; without Siegfried, there would be no Ryu as we know it today.
Ling wasn't ungrateful, and she understood that this dragon-slaying hero often only thought with his lower body. It wasn't worth getting angry at such an idiot.

"shut up!"

"yes,"

This time, Ling really angered him so much that he threw away the Holy Sword, and Siegfried had no choice but to obediently float to the side: although it was unknown how long he could restrain himself.

"Hehehe, useless guy."

Dietrich, standing nearby, mocked Siegfried while fawning over Ling:
"Lord Ling, don't just reward him, I also—"

Bang!
His smiling face was instantly covered by a fist.

"You shut up too."

As the perverted prince, his nose bleeding profusely and his face contorted with satisfaction, collapsed, Rei helplessly closed her eyes.

why?
Why are both of my teammates freaks?!
Does she have some special constitution that attracts perverts?
"So many powerful individuals!"

On the arena, Wood Spirit No. 17 was in high spirits, his darting eyes secretly sizing up the others: there wasn't a single weakling.

How can we defeat them?
It's difficult for Homitz to become stronger, but it's not impossible.

Number 17 is a special case: becoming stronger by relying on external forces is also a way to become stronger.

The long spear in her hand was a weapon she obtained on the Treasure Road. It was sturdy, sharp, and also had an additional ability. For Number 17, the spear skills she learned from Sister Number 18 finally came in handy.

"Little Seventeen, would you like to learn swordsmanship with me?"

Seeing the 'innocent and excited' look on Wood Spirit No. 17's face, Mulan took the initiative to speak.

Since we're just killing time anyway, teaching this 'well-behaved' little tree spirit can both improve our combat strength and pass the time.

Yes, in Mulan's eyes, number 17 can be described as 'well-behaved': after all, after being defeated, he immediately slid to his knees and his attitude was as good as could be.

"Um, is that okay?"

On the 17th, I was overjoyed, surprised, and ecstatic.

How cool would it be to learn 'sword energy' and kill enemies with a wave of your hand!

"Wow, Mulan is so biased. Even though I, the king, am the one paying your salary, you don't get this kind of treatment!"

Attila, the 'King of the Huns' in the center of the two, immediately started to playfully join in the fun.

"Then show some of your 'kingly' demeanor,"

As expected, Mulan immediately retorted.

"First, stop plundering widows."

"That's impossible!"

"Such a grand event, it was truly worth the trip."

Pegasus was equally excited. Having witnessed the astonishing power of the 'King of the Hills' before, what would he witness next?

That's something to look forward to!

As for Machii Isao—

"There should be blacksmiths in this competition, right?"

He obtained a palm-sized piece of 'refined gold' through the money route.

Its strength was terrifying; even with his full-force strike, he couldn't leave a scratch on it: keep in mind that he used 'domineering aura'.

This is the strength of gold in the One Piece world. Even Zoro needs to use Haki to cover his longsword in black and hardness in order to cut through the golden armor made by the Golden Emperor.

The question is, who can forge something of such strength?
Even with a million-ton impact forging lathe, the lathe itself would likely be the first to deform and twist.

"young people,"

Amidst the cheers of 100,000 spectators, a dwarf warrior walked over.

"If it comes to forging weapons, who is better than us dwarven blacksmiths?"

No!

King of the Hills.

"You're willing to take action? What price do you require?"

"cost?"

The dwarf warrior grinned.
"As long as you don't let down the weapons I forge, that's enough."

Dwarves are natural blacksmiths; in Norse mythology, many artifacts and divine objects were forged by them.

The reason for forging is simply to make you happy.

"Rest assured, we will not let you down."

Machii Isao's solemn promise: for him, the sword is his faith, his life, and everything.

"Next up should be the arena match."

Matsumoto Jinpei looked around and saw that no one present was weaker than him.

Maybe I'll be eliminated in the first round soon?

"No,"

Beowulf, with three long swords at his waist, stood with his arms crossed.

"Matsumoto-sama, since you've participated in the tournament, you should strive for victory; that's what a real man does!"

Even if Beowulf had no interest in the throne of the Netherlands, once he stepped into the ring, there was no reason for him to hold back: to go all out and defeat his opponent was the greatest respect one could show.

"Been taught a lesson."

Jinpei Matsumoto nodded.

Indeed, only by giving it your all can you show respect for yourself and your opponent.

"Everyone is full of fighting spirit."

Artoria's emerald green eyes swept over the experts and powerful figures present, and she was half excited and half bewildered.

Excitement ignited her knightly blood: as the Queen of Great Britain, Artoria was also a veteran of countless battles and possessed a strong desire to win.

Unlike these strong individuals who strive to become stronger and uphold their will, Artoria, having lost everything, doesn't even know why she's fighting.

Perhaps she can find the answer in this competition?

(End of this chapter)