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In terms of seniority, Monica is actually a new lapis lazuli, while Roy has more than ten years of experience in lapis lazuli.

Such a term of office is quite incredible for the Unarmed League, which frequently changes its members.

When faced with related questions, Roy also gave a very informal "answer" about the secret to his long-term success—for example, suggesting that Platinum relax a bit and that Monica not always have such a serious face.

Now it's time for him to reveal the truth behind his long life.

That means knowing how to read between the lines and assess the situation.

Sometimes, rigidly following orders is not the best option. In Roy's eyes, the best option is to make flexible judgments that can prevent one from suffering too much loss or losing one's life.

Archers wearing night-vision goggles and light blue clothing appeared on the high ground of surrounding buildings or in the shadows of streets and alleys.

The Unarmored Alliance Third Squad, which had been deployed in advance to seal off the area—a special operations team personally trained by Monica—locked onto the target.

Draw the bow, nock the arrow, and release the string.

This is the combat order they received: focus fire on the original target, the weak knight.

Blue Gold Roy's face turned ashen.

"Ugh."

Thomas opened his mouth and sighed.

But the sound had not yet reached the ears of the two lapis lazuli. The lapis lazuli could only see his slowly opening mouth and his drooping head.

Countless arrows shot towards Tomat's location from all directions. This was an attack from Originium Arts, which incorporated a brittle physical structure. Even if it struck a military-grade protective plate directly, it could easily penetrate it.

Time seemed to slow down, especially when compared to what Tomat was doing.

He lifted his foot and stepped onto the park's paving stones.

Waves rose from the ground, and the air twisted with the visible shockwave.

It was as if a shield without blind spots had been formed, deflecting the trajectory of all the arrows and grazing past them—not simply deflecting them directly meant that those arrows contained enough force to take a life.

Tomat caught the arrows that were "floating" around him.

Then it was thrown towards the location of the aura.

Without the Originium Arts, even the crude movement trajectory was insufficient to keep the arrow moving in a straight line.

Imagine what would happen if an amateur threw a knife.

They might fly towards their target while circling, and the sharp parts might not even pierce the target, but instead slap it directly.

The metal arrows that Tomat threw were in that state.

Without the boost from Originium Arts or experience in throwing arrows, this object, simply imbued with kinetic energy, struck a member of the third squad with the following result—

A few arrows that maintained a straight line of motion struck their bodies.

However, those people were not knocked down directly; they felt as if they had been pushed by something at the point of impact.

Standing still, they didn't feel much pain; they just instinctively lowered their heads and looked at their bodies.

There is nothing there.

Only an empty chest or abdominal cavity, or half of it exposed to the air, like an anatomical diagram, with blood overflowing and internal organs throbbing in the ribcage.

The small arrow ripped away large chunks of flesh and organs the moment it hit its mark.

It was as if he had been directly hit by a heavy gun loaded with Originium.

The arrows, which did not fly in a straight line but instead spun around in their path, passed through the bodies of some people as if they had no physical form.

Their attention was drawn to the explosive force of Tomat's stomp, and they didn't notice what was happening to their own bodies.

"What happened...?!"

A member of the third squad suddenly found that his vision was tilted to one side.

It's like "sliding" down an escalator while standing sideways on it.

He felt himself fall to the ground.

But as he was about to hurriedly get up, he saw a figure standing beside him holding a bow.

The body, from one shoulder to the other hip, appeared to have been sliced ​​off by a sharp paper cutter, leaving no trace of the torso.

Then he realized the real reason why his vision had been tilted.

His body fell with a dull thud.

The stench of blood permeated the empty park.

Film's night vision ability wasn't particularly helpful to Monica at this point.

She witnessed firsthand how her men were slaughtered in the darkness of night.

Now, Tomat picked up the iron rod that was forcibly made from several arrows and placed it flat in his raised right palm.

Then, he blew a breath onto the end.

The direction of the breath was towards the location where Monica had hesitated for less than 0.1 seconds.

Once the iron rod slips from your hand, it's as light as a piece of paper.

However, its tip burst into flames halfway through its journey, turning into molten iron that glowed red-hot.

"Bang!!!!!"

The flower of flesh and blood blooms.

Freshness gushed forth like a pillar.

But it didn't come from Monica's frail body.

She was moved from her original position a split second before she was hit, and Roy's outstretched arm took her place.

The forearm, still bearing the hand, tumbled a few times in the air before landing on the ground.

The entire upper arm was pulverized into dust the moment it hit the target.

The iron rod struck the ground further away, leaving a small but bottomless crater.

"what!!!!!!"

"It fucking hurts so much!!!!"

Roy stood there shouting, his other hand tightly clutching his shoulder blade, from which blood was seeping out.

Thomas looked at the young man with some surprise, but did not take any further action.

"I...I guess I've taken that arrow, right? How about it, can you let us go now?"

Monica, who had been pushed away, had not yet stood up; she was just staring blankly at the marks left by the iron rod.

Roy then brought up the "proposal" that Monica had previously rejected outright.

Thomas smiled.

He turned his back to Monica, who still possessed the ability to fight.

But her bow had already slipped from her hands.

"Get out of here, stop doing this dead-end job."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter 86 Some Changes

"Brother... to put it bluntly, which you might not like to hear, killing so many members of the Unarmored Alliance is a rather troublesome matter..."

Roy's severed arm was bandaged up with the straps on his clothes.

Despite his face being covered in pain and cold sweat, and pale from previous blood loss, he still reminded Thomas in a somewhat flippant tone.

"Huh? You came all this way to kill me. Wouldn't it be incredibly rude of me not to kill you in return?"

Tomat's joke was more deadly than the arrows of the Unarmored.

"If there's always another wave after I kill one batch, you can test my patience to see which wave it takes."

Thomas deliberately paused, delivering a gentle threat to the two scoundrels who had completely lost their will to resist:

"If you guess right, I'll reunite you all."

He pointed at Monica, and the poor Felin shuddered as if electrocuted the moment he was pointed at, then pointed at Roy.

“You’ve come here to kill, and then you want to threaten me with ‘what will happen if I kill someone’... But I don’t need you to remind me of the consequences of killing, and don’t treat me like a ‘law-abiding good person who adheres to the principle of not killing’—does killing someone mean losing in terms of principles? I don’t have such pretentious concerns.”

"Regardless of the reason, the number of murders is far greater than the number of guys I just killed in 'self-defense,' and I know the consequences very well."

Thomas calmly recounted the fundamental differences between himself and the two assassins before him.

Yet they made no attempt to conceal the shared fate between them:

"But you've killed a lot of people too, haven't you? Don't worry, no matter how big the difference is in the number of people we've killed, we'll meet in the same hell after we die."

Thomas knew that he and the two people in front of him were "villains" who had killed ordinary people for reasons other than survival.

But precisely because of this, such "turning a blind eye" is not necessarily a sign of mutual appreciation.

One reason was that he was adhering to the conditions previously set, while the other was that he disdained killing such a guy.

Break their teeth, shatter their pride, and implant an irreversible fear to prevent them from repeating their mistakes—unless they regain the courage to draw their swords against each other.

"If you don't want to wait for me ahead of time, then you should cherish the life you were given a second chance at."

The figure of the vegetable knight disappeared, but the pressure in their hearts and the shadow hanging over their minds did not disappear.

Just like the lingering smell of blood that still permeates this place.

"Ha...hahaha...I've escaped with my life..."

For Roy, laughter has become a normal part of life.

Even after experiencing such immense panic, he forced himself to laugh to calm himself down.

"...Roy, I have an idea."

Monica, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"How about we kill all the people in the way on the board, destroy the Unarmored Alliance list, and then go back to a normal life without having to carry out these crazy orders?"

"Um...wasn't this what we were planning to do anyway?"