Chapter 746
[(NoName vs Paul Röpke) Finally Successfully Achieving a Full Submission…]
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NoName.
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[Comments]
– No way, I thought NoName was going to submit Röpke! LOL
– I entered in shock from the title and left in shock too! LOL
– This is the first time I’ve seen a submission penalty in the National Exchange Tournament.
└ I remember someone successfully hitting a quarter submission a few years ago, yeah.
– Is NoName really a crazy person? LOL
– Please, just once for me.
└ You can’t escape from those limbs? Seriously?
– What was the submission even for? LOL
└ It wanted to do UFC that much~
– It was a quadruple, but when he suddenly mounted, the commentators were stunned. LOL
└ So it was a quadruple? No wonder there were so many magic circles.
└ Damn, looking back, it really was a quadruple! LOL
└ But 25% is still sweet, right?
– Just a romantic GOAT.
* * *
[Paul Röpke receives a full penalty! Isn’t that a pretty nice situation for NoName?]
[After fighting fiercely and chaotically, it ultimately ends in a submission! Ahhh…! Yes! That’s something you could call good.]
[NoName gives us a rare experience once more. This is what defines a superstar! The match has resumed!]
With the referee’s whistle, the momentary pause in time began to flow again.
“Cough, spit. Confidence is soaring sky-high.”
Röpke spat a thick phlegm and wiped his mouth.
Receiving a submission from a 130cm girl, and that too, a full penalty.
This will surely circulate as an embarrassing scene for a long time on the internet.
But the barrier situation is still 83% to 61%, so the outcome has not been decided yet.
Röpke’s coach suggested that quickly giving up when things look bleak is also an option, but…
‘Why should I? I should just start tearing it up from now.’
Röpke thought differently.
He exhaled a hot breath and spun his aura.
[2]
[1]
[Go!]
Röpke raised the turning speed even more.
It doesn’t matter if he’s a bit slower than NoName.
After all, there’s a difference in basic strength.
Booming sound—!
Röpke’s gauntlet collided with NoName’s sword, producing a tremendous noise.
Crack—
Röpke stepped in deep with one foot, adding power.
NoName skillfully maneuvered the sword, redirecting the attack off to the side and overcoming the response.
Clang-!
The crazed gleam in NoName’s eyes flashed by.
[Small Casting: Demon King’s Horn]
As the rising wing once more gripped his waist.
“You bastard!”
[Unique Magic: Rózeus Pontarius]
Röpke swung his gauntlet.
Bang-!
A burst of red light erupted.
An explosion the size of a person’s body occurred.
‘Once wasn’t enough; are you trying to do it twice?’
NoName raised her sword to barely block it.
Bang-!
‘You’ve definitely crossed the line!’
Röpke exploded with rage.
He distanced the center of gravity of his aura as far as possible and maximized his output.
His movements were so violent, it seemed he had disregarded the possibility of his fist missing completely.
And NoName—
“Alright, let’s fight.”
“!”
Abandoning her defensive stance as well, she opened her Aura Heart.
To those who believed they’d forgotten their fear, trapped within the confines of the barrier.
“Until death.”
Don’t misunderstand, NoName seemed to be saying that.
“Haha! So this is what a champion is!”
Swoosh—!
NoName knocked Röpke’s gauntlet aside with her sword.
However, the aura condensed in her other hand.
The red aura spread like a crescent moon, shaking the ground.
Boom-!
Röpke’s gauntlet plunged into the earth.
In the meantime, NoName surged in with the Imperial Palace Swordsmanship.
Another submission attempt ensued.
“You novice!”
“Ugh…!”
[Casting: Terra Physium]
[Casting: Arc Discharge]
Creak—!
Thousands of lightning streaks tore through the earth, overwhelming NoName.
“Hup!”
[Imperial Palace Swordsmanship 344th Form – Whirlwind Break]
A sudden turn in a very confined space.
The ice-black shadow sword slashed through the Arc Discharge in one blow, disrupting the magic circle.
An attack? That’ll do. But NoName’s judgment was.
[Casting: Black Aurora]
A high-risk high-return amplifier.
But what’s this?
“Oh?”
[Casting: Rózeus Aurora]
What NoName saw in her field of vision was a highly similar amplification magic to her own.
Just like the many imitators that appeared after Adella’s release.
The Black Aurora proved its usefulness and received enhancements.
“Phew.”
“Hmm.”
The previously steady breathing of both players ceased in that moment.
Crackle—!
The shockwave produced by the plasma spark spread like concentric circles.
[Casting: Rózeus Pontarius]
Röpke’s gauntlet surged forward.
An afterimage of light was sketched in the air.
A strike filled with destruction.
Boom—!
NoName’s sword once again managed to block it.
With the sound of an explosion, the shockwave rebounded off.
Röpke did not retreat this time.
He pressed on again, his forearm muscles extending.
Thud—
NoName stepped back slightly and twisted the end of her sword.
She disrupted the trajectory of the gauntlet, shaking Röpke’s balance in reverse.
“Wheh!”
Just as Röpke was trying to regain his center.
Swish—!
The blade sliced through the air, aiming straight for Röpke’s chest.
Clang—!
Shattered barrier fragments scattered in all directions.
“Gah…!”
Röpke gasped in pain but raised his output even further.
As if determined not to be driven back again.
Gathering his thoughts like that, blackness cloaked NoName’s face.
That’s not a girl; it’s a monster.
Bam bam bam bam bam—!
Fists striking the monster’s cheek, bullets flying in the river shot.
The solar plexus, the jaw, and finally a kick to the abdomen pushed him back.
Yet NoName bore through all those punches and charged back frantically.
Swish—!
Leaving behind a cold, icy mark across Röpke’s belly.
Kaaan—!
NoName lowered her stance to the extreme and heightened her speed.
This was already her seventh submission attempt.
“That crazy girl!”
“Haha, more, more!”
Over a hundred exchanges had passed.
The shockwaves from Röpke’s gauntlet slammed down, and once again, the sword cleaved through the explosion as Röpke tried to seize NoName, but she began to carve into his flesh.
The match was gradually flowing toward halftime, but neither fighter had the chance to check the time.
Boom—!
Shockwaves emanated from the direction Röpke swung his gauntlet.
‘No…!’
‘Is this all?’
NoName’s sword defended against the shockwave head-on.
[Casting: Adella]
The left sword and right sword alternately broke through Röpke’s barrier.
However, the ice shadow sword is just one.
Röpke’s eyes widened in amazement as if he was being made to see two swords as one.
Click—
[Adella – 20 Strikes]
A swordplay that could never feel familiar, no matter how often he witnessed it.
Röpke’s body was already stained with countless sword marks.
NoName finished the magic circle with her hand.
[Break]
Kwahhhhh—!
Röpke’s body was enveloped in black plasma.
‘Am I getting dried up…?’
Rolling across the ground multiple times, he belatedly recognized the truth.
But the reality that faced him after confronting the truth was unimaginably cruel.
The black paint peeled away, revealing NoName’s expression intact.
The upward curl at the corner of her mouth and her vibrant gaze were chilling.
Swish—!
“Grrr!”
With the strike that split across his shoulder, Röpke felt an excruciating pain as if his arm was coming apart.
‘No way…’
He initially denied it; no, he had no choice but to deny it.
Still in the first half.
His barrier had transitioned to an irrecoverable state.
He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of NoName’s magic yet.
He had already entered the realm of the demon.
‘It’s too late to realize. Let’s see how far you can struggle.’
NoName firmly gripped her sword.
She predicted when Röpke would go berserk and charge in.
If he was a true warrior, he would choose to advance; if he was a false warrior, he would choose to stop.
And at the crossroads of hesitation, Röpke—
[Casting: Momentum Adjustment]
“Waha! I chose suicide!”
Röpke was indeed a ‘true warrior,’ which brought NoName immeasurable joy.
She had always admired the brave knight captains of Kaizen from the past.
Even before overwhelming force, there were humans who swung swords to the death, seeing only a glimmer of possibility.
She despised the cowardly knight captains of Kaizen from back then.
They bought time to escape with the lives of weak soldiers ahead, justifying their need for sacrifice for the greater good.
She returned the former’s lives intact while mercilessly killing the latter.
The most despicable one disassembled their limbs and kept them alive for three days.
The reason she could let the enemies go back was likely that their worth was incredibly scarce.
Smirk—
For the first time in the match, NoName’s tenderness curled up.
“Your courage—”
Flashing—!
With a single leap, Röpke completely covered the summer sun.
He brought his clasped hands down in a strike.
NoName lifted her chin.
“My height, Sir.”
[Small Casting: Stellar Artaraho]
Swoosh—
In Röpke’s sight, NoName vanished in the blink of an eye.
Weeeeeee—
With a bizarre wire sound.
Thud—
“Ugh!”
Suddenly appearing behind him, NoName elbowed down on his spine.
Kaaan—!
“Cough!”
The colossal boy slammed down onto the stadium floor.
Soon after, five swords fell from the sky.
A beautiful star-shaped sword flow.
Röpke instinctively reached his fist toward the sky.
With the determination to shatter even that.
Kwahhhhh—!
[Round of 64 Group D Match 7]
[Time – 14:28]
[Paul Röpke (Austria)] [⚠ 18% (Irrecoverable) | ☠ 8% (Complete Destruction)]
[NoName (Republic of Korea)] [52% | 37%]
“Phew. As expected of a smart guy, huh? You don’t fall for it easily.”
Thud—
NoName landed gracefully, wiping her forehead with her arm.
[Detailed Results – Effective Hits / Total Hits]
[Paul Röpke (Austria): 46 hits / 108 total hits (42.6%)]
[NoName (Republic of Korea): 92 hits / 114 total hits (80.7%)]
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That night, after NoName claimed her first victory.
The door swung wide open in a dining room fragrant with the scent of meat.
In the bustling atmosphere, the boys and girls mingling all turned their heads in unison.
“Huh?”
“Wow, who is this?”
“Is NoName the one who invited her?”
“Yep. Over here!”
Paul Röpke.
The unfortunate man who started the National Exchange Tournament with a loss, merely because his opponent was NoName.
He furrowed his brow, causing his eyebrows to transform into an angry V shape.
“No way, NoName Wizard!”
“Hehe, yes?”
“Now I understand why my performance was the worst today… Was it all intentional?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb. I watched the replay. The attempts at submission were just bluffs, weren’t they?”
“Of course they were bluffs. Why would I do something so pointless like submissions?”
“Then why…?”
“If I didn’t do that, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to finish it in 15 minutes.”
“?”
NoName had analyzed that beneath his exterior, Paul Röpke was a very cautious type.
A player specialized in suffocating his opponent with intelligent plays rather than relying solely on raw power.
From the beginning, NoName was not interested in winning by submission.
“You fell for my provocation, didn’t you?”