The Queen of Death Return
The Chosen

As an ordinary human, he could cross the limit of his level of 500, even close to 600. He must have gone through a very tough fight. But ... It seems like it's only up to here on her journey.

"My name is Chandra Murya! The strongest warrior from the south!" The man started to get ready to draw the sword with both hands.

I did not feel the strong aura of the man, he seemed to deliberately not give off his full strength.

Is he so confident in his abilities? My judgment on him has declined. He's just a muscle-brain warrior

*wing!

The sword was successfully plucked out perfectly without inflicting any significant damage.

What's?!

The man raised his sword up and shouted, "Yeaaaaaaaah!"

How come?! He did not use aura or any other sort of skill.

"It's very interesting, I didn't think it would be this easy" said the man.

Her name is Chandra, huh? He's from the southern continent, I have to watch him.

"It's a scam!" Suddenly Edgar headed to the place where Chandra was raising a sword. "I am definitely stronger than this lowly human!"

Miss Hart was silent with a small smile. Edgar became impatient and was about to pull Miss Hart's clothes.

*bugh!

Chandra kicked Edgar to the side of the arena.

What an incredible power. I'm sure he kicked it without using the slightest aura. This man has a very strong physique.

"You bastard!" Edgar jumped while pulling the large sword from his back.

"Take this, you fool." Chandra threw the sword he pulled towards Edgar.

Edgar caught the sword immediately, but instantly his body fell to the arena floor very hard.

"W-what happened? This sword is very heavy" said Edgar stammering, it was in his chest.

The sword pressed against his chest, it seemed like his bones had already broken because it was not strong enough to withstand the weight of the sword.

"I'll explain to you the ones whose heads are empty!" chandra shouted while grinning.

This bastard is very good at making people hate him.

"This sword." Chandra walked towards Edgar's place, lifting the sword from his body. "This sword will not be able to be pulled even if it uses your frail full strength. This sword has its own personality, it chooses whether you are worthy or not to lift it."

*scrak!

Chandra again thrust the sword into the arena floor.

"I hope your little brains can understand what I'm saying." He again grinned, staring low at the other participants. "I didn't expect this tournament to be boring as many participants had no skills."

Chanda turned her head towards Miss Hart who was behind her. "Queen Daisy, I have one request for being the first to draw this sword."

"Hoh, say," answered Queen Daisy from the top balcony of the arena.

"Prime Minister, Alissa Hart. I want her-"

*wing!

Someone pulled the sword that Chandra had just slammed into the arena floor. It was also what made Chandra stop his words.

"You're pretty much talking to the guy who was silent like a fool when you saw my fight with the traitor Glenn." A woman raised her sword with her right hand, she turned her head back right towards Chandra.

The woman looks familiar. Black aura, typical covered clothes of an assassin.

Him, right ... Miss Eline?

"They'll set me free if they win this tournament. But after seeing this incredible sword reward, I'm more and more interested in taking out all of you." Miss Elina exuded her killing aura all over the place.

What does he mean? Was he arrested for something? I don't remember anything to do with this. But this must be about Master Glenn.

Chandra looks at the woman. "I'm sorry, Queen Daisy, I'm pulling my words. There's something much more interesting right now." He looked towards us.

"My nails, don't be impatient, man," said Queen Daisy.

It seemed like Chandra was examining the people who were likely able to pull out the sword. I also felt that there were some strong figures between us.

Chanda and Eline walked towards Miss Hart's place and stood next to her.

Thirty minutes later.

The entire team drew the sword. As a result, only seven of them were able to draw the sword completely.

I walked towards where the sword was stuck. The entire participant looked at me cynically, not least the seven people behind me. They take me for granted.

"My name is Wither." No one cares about me.

My hand prepares to hold the handle of the sword, prepares to pull.

I began to slowly draw the sword, but it did not move at all.

I think I should use my aura. As Chandra said, it seems like it would be useless to use a full aura.

I started using most of my aura. A strange feeling appeared in my body, it felt like this sword had absorbed my Mana.

My body was slightly wobbly due to the Mana that was suddenly reduced, my aura was also affected by it. My aura disappeared instantly.

Damnit damnit! This sword has not even moved at all!

*srink

The sword slowly moved to scratch the arena floor.

It worked! I must give everything now!

"Girlieaaaaaaa!" I unconsciously shouted out loud.

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*srink!

I managed to pull the sword.

And finally!

My gaze suddenly blurred, my head instantly dizzy.

My mana is running out, this is so embarrassing. I can't give up!

I tried to keep my consciousness, plugging my sword into the arena floor as a stack. My right hand still held up the sword I just pulled out earlier.

"It's very tiring" I said with a breath of breath.

"We already have eight participants who will be taking part in the fight now! We'll be heading to the show soon!" shouted the host.

What's?! I haven't even recovered my strength yet!

"Huh?"

After seeing someone coming to the arena, my worries began to subside. A woman in all-white covered clothes walked towards our place.

She was Saintess who came from a small town near the palace, her name was ... Sylvia Reizt's. His healing abilities are outstanding, making him the best Support/Healer in the Maphas Witch Kingdom.

Among the participants who managed to escape, only my condition was the worst. They seemed to be able to control the Mana that the sword would absorb. I doubt I can beat them later.

Miss Sylvia has arrived at our place. He approached me who was sitting limp on the arena floor.

"You've tried hard, let me help you, sir," Miss Sylvia said in a soft voice.

Her face is so pretty, I can't see her hair because it's covered with cloth.

"Master?" Miss Sylvia brought her face closer to me.

"Ah, please, Miss."

I was carried away by the atmosphere. This can't happen again, there's Miss Hart here!

Miss Sylvia stretched out her hands to me, I grabbed her straight away so she could heal me.

Here it is, its very famous ability. He can do magic without slapping.

Instantly the holy energy flowed throughout my body, replenishing my Mana that was about to run out, restoring my stamina completely.

It felt very comfortable, all completely recovered completely.

"Done. How's your condition?"

"This is so incredible. Thank you, Miss Saintess," I replied as I moved my shoulders.

I can fight to the maximum now. My target is .. I'll bring the sword!

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