Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger!

"Tch! This isn't working!" exclaimed Mauro.

Recognizing that he was only placing his team at a disadvantage, Mauro voluntarily ceased using his skill.

Fortunately for Damien, Mauro was not only sensible but also talented when it came to seeing the bigger picture.

Hence, he was spared from making a difficult decision.

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Heaving a sigh of relief, Damien was forced to use one of his trump cards–a few moments later to maintain a slight lead against the Colzen party.

The space around Damien's katana wildly distorted as a mix of red and black aura suddenly enveloped it, enhancing its cutting power tremendously.

Even though his skill, [(Semi-Passive) Sword Intent Lv.3 (Rare)], didn't directly enhance any of his attributes, it granted unparalleled sharpness to his weapon, enabling it to slice through materials tougher than the sword itself.

Gripping his absurdly sharp water-infused relic, Damien ferociously charged forth, viciously slashing his sword towards the Forest Troll Berserker's neck.

As a monstrous creature, the troll had sharp instincts.

Alarm bells rang inside the creature's head as it detected the imminent threat approaching from its left side.

The berserk troll then turned its head to look.

Realizing that it was nothing but a puny human, the troll roared in rage before viciously striking back, chopping its battle axes towards Damien.

Like a proud king, Damien sneered in disdain.

He simply continued charging towards the troll, fearlessly opting for a head-on clash.

A few milliseconds later, as the katana and the battle axes collided, there was no clanging sound, instead, a subtle clean slicing sound was heard.

Surprisingly, the formidable battle axes crafted from an unidentified material were effortlessly severed, along with a massive monstrous head, catching the Colzen party off guard with no time to react.

The Aslan crowd erupted into cheers as the Aslan Forest Troll Berserker's headless body plopped onto the simulated ground before disintegrating into blue mana bits and scattering to the four winds.

"D-Damien Martinez carries the entire match on his shoulders!! The Colzen party stands dumbfounded on the stage as Aslan's strongest ends the match in emphatic fashion!!"

The commentator's words couldn't have been more perfect.

Shye's party was indeed petrified, only realizing that they already lost after hearing the Aslan crowd's cheers.

With a frown and a heavy heart, Shye looked at the huge holographic screen, hoping to see how they lost.

On the screen, he saw how Damien's red and black aura-infused sword cleanly sliced through not only the battle axe but also the troll's head, killing it in an instant.

'The bastard does have some skills…' Shye thought as he looked in the direction of the Aslan representatives with a serious expression on his face only to be met by Damien's mocking face–his tongue hanging out of his mouth along with two raised middle fingers.

Shye felt an intense wave of anger flood his heart after seeing Damien's loathsome appearance.

He wanted to charge at him right then and there but again, something inside him prevented him from doing something uncool, allowing reason and logic to overpower his sudden urge to lunge at Damien and bash his face in.

Briefly closing his eyes, Shye took a deep breath before turning around to leave the stage–with an irked expression on his face of course.

It wasn't only him, even the other Colzen representatives weren't in a good mood, however, they had no choice but to accept it.

Although the Aslan representatives were able to tie the score 1-1, at least they were able to see one of Damien's trump cards, giving them time to think of countermeasures.

The bastard hasn't fought in representative versus representative matches yet so discovering one of his key abilities served as a decent consolation for their defeat.

Upon arriving at their ringside station, Shye and the other Colzen representatives were surprised.

There was a staff member present, telling them to temporarily return to their academy station.

Apparently, the system of the blue dome needed emergency maintenance, hence, a short break.

After one hour, the competition shall once again resume.

It was now around 5 PM so although it was a little early, the crowd decided to eat first.

As they vacated their seats, the enthusiastic audience eagerly conversed with their friends about the thrilling grand finals.

Everyone thought that Colzen would simply get steamrolled by Aslan so the current 1-1 scoreline was truly unexpected for them.

Some of the more fervent individuals even engaged in arguments with their friends who supported the opposing team, their chests heaving up and down in frustration.

Meanwhile, the Colzen representatives stood petrified.

In front of their academy station were around ten blacksmiths, although some of them were eliminated before the final stage, there were four notable ones.

All four blacksmiths advanced to the top 16, but only one captured Shye's attention, Meido Chan.

Eagerly conversing with the blacksmiths as they awaited the arrival of the Colzen representatives, the deans swiftly sprang into action upon noticing Shye and the others, with Dean Snowcrest and Dean Privett promptly organizing arrangements for their students.

Within mere minutes, the enthusiastic representatives were engaged in meetings with the blacksmiths eager to forge partnership deals with them, effectively dispelling the negative emotions stemming from their defeat in the second round.

As for Shye, he was over the moon.

In front of him was the blacksmith he admired the most, Meido Chan, who was responsible for crafting all the comfortable and trustworthy armor he had worn over the past four years.

He wanted to ask for her autograph.

However, he adamantly stopped himself from doing so because he knew that it would be detrimental to the partnership.

'Good thing I started investing points in intelligence…' Shye mused, realizing that the intelligence stat was truly worth every point investment.

"H-Hello, S-Shye C-C-Crowley, correct? I-I'm M-M-Meido Chan, a blacksmith. Do you know me? Oh…I guess you do…you're wearing my armor after all…Wait, ugh what am I saying?"

Hearing her stuttering like an absolute beginner, Shye couldn't help letting out a stifled laugh.

The contrast between her and Helena from the Gold Wing Spellcaster Shop was just too stark!

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