Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube

"Did I win?"

As Reiger blasted Gil into the inferno with a magic spell, making him disappear from sight, the people who had stood up in the spectator seats without realizing it couldn't help but think this.

After knowing that Reiger was a veteran Swordsman and a Magician capable of Tactical Level Magic, many spectators began to develop a psychological bias, all looking forward to Reiger clinching the victory and becoming the ultimate winner of the Battle Festival.

They didn't know Gil, and many hadn't even realized he was one of the Demon Swordsmen who had caused quite a stir three years ago—they just felt from Gil's demeanor that he was no good and therefore didn't want him to win.

In contrast, Reiger was young and handsome, with dual qualifications in swordsmanship and magic, both of which he excelled at, far beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. This naturally led many people to lean towards Reiger, hoping he would win.

It could be said that Reiger's popularity was now almost on par with Yuri's in the eyes of these spectators.

Consequently, the audience inevitably felt anticipation for the ultimate outcome.

Even the young nobles from the royal city, the ulterior-motived foreigners, and the siblings from the Fränzel family were looking forward to it and feeling tense.

"He should have won, right? Sister Mistis?"

Even Isu unconsciously forgot the "grudge" he had with Reiger, staring at the center of the arena while hardly hiding the tension in his voice.

"I don't know."

Mistis shook her head, also looking tense.

She hoped that Reiger would win.

Not just because Reiger represented Yuri's side, but also because this man was very possibly her future husband.

Initially, Mistis was quite pessimistic about her father arranging her marriage to Reiger, but after seeing Reiger's performance today, she suddenly felt... maybe it was not unacceptable?

In any case, Mistis definitely hoped that Reiger would win.

Yuri, still in the arena, wished even more that Reiger would just deal with Gil—perhaps then no accidents would happen.

She had already dispatched Ai En and Ian to lead the Fränzel's people into the spectator seats to dissipate the crowd, to little effect.

All the spectators were captivated by the fight between Reiger and Gil, and the protective barrier on the scene made many feel safe and thus unwilling to leave. Now, there were very few who were willing to vacate the premises.

Due to this, Yuri was secretly anxious, feeling that if things continued this way, something bad was bound to happen.

Therefore, Yuri really hoped Reiger could directly eliminate Gil, even if it meant breaking the rules and killing him.

But how easy could it be to deal with someone Reiger rated as a Lv.6 expert?

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Through the roar of the flames engulfing the whole arena, the furious howl of Gil soon trembled through the inferno.

"Boom!"

It wasn't long before the explosion erupted.

Gil, his body covered in burn marks and his skin even more ulcerated, relied on the strength of his arms boosted by blood-red magic power to fiercely swing his blade, managing to create a surge of turbulent airflow that dissipated the explosion.

"Ha— Ha—"

Gil was panting heavily, yet somehow he was still laughing there.

"So strong... so painful... so strong... so painful... so strong, so painful, so strong, so painful, painful, painful, painful...! It really hurts! Damn it!"

As he laughed, Gil suddenly turned furious, hysterically screaming at Reiger.

His crazed appearance was indeed frightening, causing many spectators to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Only Reiger, observing Gil who looked ragged but seemingly not seriously injured, furrowed his brows slightly.

"He really can take a beating."

Gil could indeed take a beating.

Struck twice by the "Arc-shaped Beam," and having been slashed by himself so many times, bleeding profusely, he still looked full of vigor, almost inhuman.

One should know that Reiger had already reached Lv. 5, and his accumulated potential was astonishing, unmatched by anyone. Additionally, with the developmental abilities of a "Magic Guide" to assist him, the power of his "Arc-shaped Beam" had far surpassed that of its original owner, namely Rephia.

And Rephia was known as a magic guide with the firepower of Lv. 5; therefore, Reiger's firepower should, in theory, be comparable even to Revilia, the strongest magic guide of Eulalia.

Such level of firepower, let alone being used against someone at Lv. 6, should have been sufficient even against a Lv. 7.

If he missed, that'd be another matter, but once hit, Reiger didn't believe a Lv. 7 could withstand his magic without injury.

Gil, however, had withstood it twice. He might not be unscathed, but he was far from losing his fighting ability. Describing him as "resilient" was completely appropriate.

However, Reiger could sense that Gil had not yet fallen not because he had strong defenses, but because his vitality was extremely vigorous.

In a nutshell, this man's health pool was very high. His two spells, even with perfect damage, were still insufficient to push him to a critical state in light of his abundant health pool.

Moreover, while this man seemed insane, his fighting instincts were genuinely sharp.

The two "Arc-shaped Beams" from Reiger, owing to their tracking ability, were unavoidable for him. But Reiger's slashes were nearly all dodged or at least the crucial points were avoided by Gil.

The first encounter, the sword slash aimed at his chest by Reiger, was made shallow because Gil instinctively sensed the danger and paused his charge momentarily.

Just now, by abandoning his defense and opting for a nearly damage-trading approach to slash Gil numerous times, the result was, due to the opponent's keen intuition, all the vital spots were evaded. The cuts he did land were only on the cheek, thigh, and flank, places of lesser importance. The only potentially threatening strike was the one close to a major artery, but it too deviated from the critical point and missed his artery.

That blood-red magic power was odd, too, not only making the opponent stronger as the fight went on but also seemingly possessing a bizarre effect that could manipulate the blood flow in another's body.

If it were not for Reiger's skill "Self-redemption," which rendered him completely immune to physical and mental interference, he might have been affected by this strange effect. At the least, he would have felt discomfort, and at worst, it could have potentially caused ruptures in his body, allowing his blood to be absorbed by the opponent.

"Who in the world is this person?"

Reiger, who didn't know about the events from three years ago, was completely unaware of the existence of the Demon Sword Technique and the Demon Swordsmen.

The original host was still tending fields in the countryside until the age of 15 when he ran away. By chance, he participated in the entrance examination for the Spurilla Academy and entered this prestigious institution. At 14, three years earlier, he knew very little about the outside world and was equally ignorant about the Demon Sword Technique and Demon Swordsmen.

This caused Reiger to know nothing of Gil's background, only feeling that this person was mysterious and very dangerous at the same time.

But that didn't hinder Reiger from dealing with the adversary.

He wasn't in the habit of not fighting back when attacked or not responding when insulted.

Since the other party wanted to kill him, he naturally wouldn't be polite and would just kill them in return.

However, just as Reiger was thinking this, the very next second, something happened that utterly enraged him.

"Swoosh!"

Gil suddenly turned around, carrying with him a blood-red Magic Power, transforming into a human-shaped cannonball, and thunderously charged in a direction.

The person standing in that direction was none other than Yuri.

"Miss!"

Marilyn reacted, and for the first time, her usually calm, expressionless face showed shock and horror. She drew her dual swords, preparing to shield Yuri.

"———!?"

Yuri had been watching Gil all along. Seeing him charge at her with astonishing speed, her complexion drastically changed.

Both wanted to react, but their speed of response was completely no match for Gil at this moment.

Gil, like a wounded beast, displayed a speed that was even faster than before.

"Let me replenish first!"

Gil shouted, his blade slicing through the air, aiming for Yuri's throat.

He was in pain right now, his entire body hurt, and he wasn't a match for Reiger.

If this continued, he definitely couldn't beat Reiger.

If he couldn't beat Reiger, then he wouldn't be able to drink his blood.

He wanted Reiger's blood, craved the blood of the strong.

With that in mind, better to find someone else to replenish with first. After drinking the other person's blood and becoming stronger, then he would challenge Reiger.

With such a thought, Gil didn't hesitate and directly charged toward Yuri who had just come into his line of sight.

However, this decision to attack Yuri was the biggest mistake this man named Gil Datis would make in his life.

"[Tempest]."

As such a voice arose on the field and entered everyone's ears, a storm arrived.

The raging wind howled across the arena, with a figure turning into the wind, sweeping along with it as it suddenly darted across half the field.

"Pfft!"

Gil's blade slashed down, bringing up a mass of deep red blood, which sprayed towards the sky.

This slash didn't reach Yuri's throat but instead landed on a hand that had suddenly appeared.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a kick carried by the howling wind hit Gil's chest hard, sending him flying.

"Pugh!"

Gil spat out a mouthful of blood violently, tumbling in midair, crashing into the spectator stands' surrounding wall, smashing it to pieces.

"Reiger!"

Yuri's complexion turned at once, and she let out a cry of alarm.

Reiger, his body engulfed in the raging wind, appeared right in front of Yuri, blocking Gil's slash with his hand.

"Drip..."

Drops of blood flowed down from Reiger's hand, while a ferocious wound appeared on his arm.

But Reiger ignored the pain and the wound.

He simply lifted his eyelids, his gaze fixating on Gil who was crawling out from the rubble, looking more terrifying than ever before.

"Blood... give me blood...!"

Gil was still struggling to stand, madly screaming.

In response, Reiger had only one thing to say.

"You want blood, is that it?"

No problem.

"I'm going to grind you into a bloody pulp right now!"