Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

Husmore City Arena.

"Next, I am the only one who will announce the braves who have entered the quarter-finals—Kress Zack..."

Hearing the clear and loud male voice without any hesitation, the voice of the host of the competition, as if with magical power, echoed throughout the arena.

When the names of Kress and others sounded, the entire arena fell into an inexplicable carnival.

And Kress himself is extremely calm and low-key...

He knew that his main goal this time was not necessarily to win the absolute championship of this competition, but he might encounter threats from certain forces in the text prompt instead.

Therefore, he doesn't need to be too involved in this competition...

Perhaps, choosing to fail and quit at the right time is the best choice.

Although Kress thought so, after the host announced the list of players for the Kress competition, the audience suddenly burst into unprecedented exclamation and cheers!
That was different from the previous cheers for the bloodthirsty battle, but...

A cheer that seems to be about the glory of the kingdom!
For the audience in the kingdom who watched this competition, who is the winner of this competition is actually just a chat after dinner.

Perhaps, there will be some fanatical audiences who will regard the champion as an idol and a goal to strive for.But the vast majority of the audience is still close to the normal state of mind.

However, if there is a neighboring hostile country—the empire, even free mercenaries who have nothing to do with the emperor, the government, the government, will arouse the hostility of the audience in the kingdom!

"If I have an extra piece of stinky pastry, even if I throw it to a subhuman slave, I will never let those despicable and ugly imperial pigs taste the sweetness!"

This is a proverb widely circulated in the kingdom...

Therefore, the winner of this game can only and must be a high-level adventurer of our kingdom!
……

At the competition meeting.

The audience in the Kingdom cheered for Kress at the top of his lungs, which made even Kress himself a little curious...

Looking from a distance, next to the name of Kress Zack on the energy board composed of spells cast by magician mages, there appeared——

Soshia!
"The drunkard swordsman?"

Under the mask, Kress's phantom eyes narrowed slightly. In his mind, that swordsman was nothing to be afraid of...

but……

Just relying on your own intuitive judgment is not the best choice.

Because, the alcoholic swordsman, among all the competitors present, was the only one who couldn't see through the level information...

……

Center of the arena.

The arena for the top eight contestants is different from the previous ordinary contestants.

The tall stone pillars standing all around disappeared, replaced by...

There are brilliant statues of gods that symbolize force and courage.

It is said that these are among the six gods believed by the "Holy Light Temple", one of the supreme gods who symbolize courage and war...

"So, are you my opponent? Mr. Soshia..."

Kress, who was first introduced by the host, slowly came to the center of the arena.

After slightly bowing the knight to the excited audience, Kress looked at Soshia and continued——

"Mr. Soshiah, you seem to be drunk."

This is not what Kress said nonsense, but the latter's disgusting smell of alcohol has already drifted to the side of Kress and the host of the competition...

As for the seemingly drunk swordsman Soshia, he seemed to have just woken up.

Amidst the booing and gimmicks of the audience in the kingdom, and under the quick introduction of the host who seemed to bite the bullet, Soshiya slowly stretched his waist...

"Oh?"

The drunken swordsman Soshia glanced at the opponent in front of him - a Mithril-ranked adventurer, but he suddenly noticed something different...

"...It turns out that it's Mr. Kress who is in the limelight."

Soshia scratched the back of his head slightly, as if he had never entered a fighting state from the beginning to the end.

"It turned out that I met the person I was most worried about. It seems that my luck is really not very good."

Soshia said to himself, the words seemed to be helplessly laughing at himself, but the whole person behaved more like he didn't take Kress to heart at all——

"...However, although it may be difficult to deal with, I... will still win!"

Soshiya said, and at the same time when he said the last sentence, the whole person seemed to start to become serious, and he didn't have the slightest drunkenness before...

Kress was not surprised by this change in Soshia, on the contrary, he was looking forward to it...

How many surprises can this "drunk" mysterious swordsman of the empire give himself?
……

"Today's first competition...officially begins!"

At the order of the host, the audience in the arena let out the most shocking and grand cheers...

There is no doubt that all the loud shouts are almost overwhelmingly inclined to call for victory on Kress' side.

but……

In a real battle, you can't win the battle just by relying on the cheers and shouts of the audience!
Kress and Soshia were originally two swordsmen with completely different styles, but at this moment, they both chose exactly the same confrontation method...

Both of them were quietly observing each other, and neither of them took the lead in attacking.

And the voices of the audience in the arena are also on this silent battlefield, and gradually tend to disappear...

They are not uninformed general audiences.

As frequent visitors to the arena, they have witnessed many battles between high-level adventurers and top gladiators...

Although there are many high-level gladiator duels, the moment when the host's whistle sounded, the most
For the fierce offensive...

but……

For the vast majority of adventurers and high-level knights, in a fierce decisive battle, there is no absolute certainty, and they will fall into the observation of the enemy.

And every such battle, without exception, is an extremely exciting and cool battle.

Therefore, the audience in this arena, they are not short of this hour and a half...

"Martial Skill: Ghost Slash!"

The sudden low-pitched male voice raised the atmosphere of the entire arena to the extreme again!

A flying slash that was so dark that it almost pierced the space suddenly appeared, and its target was directed at the seemingly defenseless Soshia.

The semicircular slash full of death breath, as if even the surrounding air was endowed with the meaning of death...

"What a terrifying sword skill..."

Soshia's faint self-talk was clearly heard by Kress...

"Martial Skill: Advanced Thrust!"

"Martial Skill: Phantom Step!"

……