Ardis's sword is a one-sided attack on Kamran.
　It's not a bad idea to have a good time with the team.

　The attacks gradually began to concentrate on the lower half of his body.
　Occasionally interspersed with kicks, Aldis' sword was swung at the knees and snips.

　No matter how much of a sword with a crushed blade, the impact created by its weight and speed is not light.
　If the body was strengthened by magic power, that alone would have cut off Kamran's legs long ago.
　But fortunately or unfortunately, Ardis's sword strike, which does not use magic power, does not have that much power.
　There was no blood flowing, and Kamran's damage was slowly accumulating in invisible areas.

''Ah!''

　He must have been tired.
　Finally, his knees couldn't support his body and Kamran's waist fell down.

　Kamran tries to get up in a hurry.
　But Ardis' sword strikes his ankle hard.

''Ugh!''

　He was thrown out of position again and Camran rolled over.

'Personally, I have nothing against you, but--'

　Aldis brushes away Kamran's legs each time as he tries to stand up again and again, and Ardis tells him coldly.

'Let's have you sit there for the rest of the game as it is.

What ......?

　Kamran, who didn't immediately understand Aldis' words, finally realized his intentions as he was interrupted every time he tried to stand up.

　Whether he loses his weapon or takes an inch-deep blow to the kryptonite, the unseen judge probably won't acknowledge Aldis' victory forever.

　Then so be it.
　Let the never-ending matches go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

　The longer the match drags on, the more humiliation Kamran and his backer, the Marquis of Olguin, will suffer.
　How much will the prestige of the Marquis be damaged if he continues to be mocked in the public eye like this?
　Even if they didn't win the game, it was enough of an achievement for Ardis.

''You're being ...... mocked!

　That's right, Aldis replied immediately, only in his mind, and continued to silently interfere with Kamran's attempts to stand up.

　Every time the unarmed warrior tried to stand up, he was interrupted and once again got his ass handed to him.
　Meanwhile, a young sorcerer stood at his side, sword in hand, and continued to brush the warrior's legs off in a careless motion, as if he were clearing the weeds from his garden.

　Who would believe that this was the final match of the Kingdom's largest martial arts tournament, the Fuyou Cup (Lotus Cup)?

　Even a child can tell at a glance who is the stronger.
　Nevertheless, the judges do not try to decide the winner at all.
　It was natural for the audience to shout abuse and dissatisfaction.

　Ardis doesn't care about such a situation and continues to prevent Kamran from standing up.
　How many times did he do that?
　Finally, wounded and wounded, Kamran finally stopped trying to stand up.

What's the matter?　Do you admit defeat?

　Kamran stops responding to Aldis' words, which are deliberately provocative.

　Aldis used the belly of his sword to smack Kamran's head with a thump.
　It was a dumb scene.

　In the eyes of the spectators, the difference in ability would appear to be as wide as an adult and a child.

　Kamran no longer had the will to fight.
　Although there was no blood flowing, his legs should already be in tatters.
　No matter how much Aldis hadn't strengthened his body, and no matter how much Kamran was wearing protective gear, the number of times he was struck was the number of times.
　It's no wonder that his bones are broken.

　Now, just as Ardis began to think about how to end it, a dumbfounded man's voice could be heard.

'Give him a break with that much.

　It wasn't a voice from the bleachers.

　Aldis turned his attention to a voice that came from an unexpectedly close distance and saw an unfamiliar figure behind the judge standing there.
　It was a middle-aged man with a moustache.

'Oh, you're ......!

　The referee turned around and was visibly upset.
　Apparently it was someone who was in a higher position than the referee.

''This match is won by the Wizard of a Thousand Swords.

　The victory of Aldis was announced easily from his mouth, no matter what authority he had.
　Of course, as a referee, it's not something that can be easily accepted.

You are not allowed to do that. The decision of this match is left to the office, so please refrain from interfering with the decision, even if you are the assistant director.

　The moment the referee insisted on this, the atmosphere of the man who was called the aide changed drastically.
　With an intimidating light in his eyes, he glanced at the referee and told him in a wild tone of voice.

''You have the qualifications to be a referee?!

Huh!

　A referee, under pressure from an aide, lets out a short scream when he is close enough to the aide.

'What's the value of existence in a referee who can't make a fair decision?　Of course, judges are the children of men, too. You can't get rid of your desire to win against the people you've slept and eaten with. It's inevitable that this can't be helped when making delicate decisions. But if you don't make a decision based on that situation, that means you've abandoned your duty as a judge. How long has it been since he dropped his weapon?　How many times do you think a fatal blow to the kryptonite has gone in?　What's the point of continuing to fight when one side has lost the will to fight and can't even stand up?　How long do we continue the game?　Until one of them dies?　Since when did the Fuyo Cup (Lotus Cup) have to take the lives of your opponents to win!

　The aide's voice was loud.
　The voice echoed well in the arena, which had been quieted by the sudden presence of the intruder.

　While blaming the judges, the aide was clearly speaking to the spectators in the arena.
　The aide's words were true, but he also spoke for all the spectators who had been harboring their dissatisfaction with the judges and the organizers.

'That's ...... its ......'

　At a loss for words, the judge glanced at the guest's seat, but the Marquis of Olguin was nowhere to be seen.

The Marquis is not there. His Highness is very upset. His Highness is very upset, and it is his wish that I am sent here.

"Nah, ......!　S-, it's ......

　The judges are more dismayed than before, and the judges are exclaiming.
　Perhaps sensing the situation, the judge closed his mouth and slumped his shoulders.

''So that's it, O Wizard of a Thousand Swords. Give him a break with that much. Kamran was just following orders from above, too. You, a mercenary, may not understand this, but in the army, the orders of your superiors are absolute.

　Hearing those words, Aldis honestly distanced himself from Kamran.
　It's not that Aldis has anything against Kamran personally, and he was just beginning to think about how to end the curtain in the first place.
　If it wasn't an unfair decision, but rather a decision that would put Aldis in the place as the victor, then there was no complaint.

　After confirming that Ardis obeyed obediently, the aide nodded lightly, extended his right hand toward the sky, and declared at the top of his voice, ''The match is over!

''The match is over!　By the decree of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince decides the winner of the final match will be Ardis, the Wizard of the Thousand Swords!

　At that moment, Aldis was declared the winner of the Fuyo Cup (Lotus Cup).

　An explosion-like roar of cheers covered the entire arena from all directions and poured down on Aldis like a crush.
　This is the first time in history that a non-military person's name is engraved as the winner of the Fuyo Cup (Lotus Cup), and the cheers have never ceased.