Becoming a magician in another world

Sam and the Tibetan moved at the same time.

"——Water God Fist"

"Amemiya Style - Jiao"

The moment Sam was entangled in water while strengthening his body with magic, the Tibetan slashed at an eye-popping speed.

In an instant, faster than Sam could react, blood gushed out of his shoulder.

"--ah"

"Great. Looks like I can keep up with the moves. Keep sharpening your spirit. Don't take your attention away from me even for a moment."

The Brewer kicked the ground without making a sound.

The eye can’t see – not the speed.

(I can see!)

I strengthened my five senses to the utmost and managed to see the winemaker.

"Amemiya-ryu - Weeping Branches"

“——Ah, Ku.”

A series of slashes released at an unusual speed attacked Sam.

Sam tried to fight back with the Water Fist. ——Failed. Sam's shoulders, cheeks, arms, and legs were cut off successively.

Just as he was about to create some distance, a slash flew in from the gap.

Spraying blood, Sam could only defend himself thoroughly.

Yusheng's slashing strikes of more than a hundred struck Sam and suddenly stopped.

"It's really hard. That body strengthening magic is really embarrassing."

"——You, did you say the technical name on purpose?" "You sounded broken. Do you have no free time left?"

“Don’t lick it!”

Start the attack with Sam.

A continuous attack of reinforced physical abilities and sharp water-entangled fists and feet.

Although it was an attack that sent Ryuya flying, the sword master remained calm and deflected the blow with his sword.

On the contrary, it bounces and slashes at the same time.

Blood once again flew out of the body that was supposed to be strengthened.

"Amazingly brilliant strengthening magic. No one has ever made me swing a sword so hard. No matter how tough it is, it's easy to cut it and cause damage if you have the technique. Even if it's not fatal, how long can you withstand it?"

(Oh no, the difference in physical ability is too big. This uncle is several times stronger than Lizawa-sama and Hualian-sama!)

"Sun, please grant us the grace to feed on your light.—"

Sam decided to give up melee combat and switch to magic.

Although I want to avoid using magic only on swordsmen, if the difference in physical ability is too great, it is better to fight in the field that I am good at.

but,

"I won't let you chant."

The blade approached Sam's brow.

Abolish chanting altogether and avoid chanting.

“——Damn it!”

He dodged one by one, because the Tibetan returned the knife to the side, and his cheek and ear were deeply cut. Blood splashed and pain came.

"Sam!"

Liz, who was supposed to watch silently, couldn't stand Sam's struggle anymore and shouted.

It's not without reason, I also feel like I'm being pushed.

It's okay, she waved her hand, which was also injured and covered in blood.

"A bit disappointed. Albert? Not using the skill to kill Frech?"

"......"

"I see. You don't want to kill me after this. - Sweet"

A flash of slashing blow was fired out.

Sam tried to dodge, but his legs didn't move as he thought, and the slash hit him directly, cutting him vertically from the shoulder to the chest.

Fortunately, I twisted my body reflexively, but if I had been slower, I would have been torn in half.

“——Ah…Ah, damn it.”

Because it was the deepest wound I had ever received, I could feel the blood flowing and my strength being taken away.

If this continues, we will become poor.

They will bleed to death before being beheaded by the Tibetans.

Sam casts recovery magic to try to escape the evil unfolding.

But it’s impossible for winemakers to just sit there and watch it.

The slashing blow hit Sam again.

Sam must devote all his magic power to strengthening his body and focus on avoidance and defense.

Every time his sword got close, it would carve wounds of varying sizes on his body. When he came to his senses, he saw that Sam was bleeding profusely, staining the gravel red.

"Fingers crossed, I know you're strong. I don't mean it, but I'm not cutting corners."

"Tell me, eh?"

"No matter how much magic power you have, no matter how powerful the magic is, if you don't use magic, you're just a boy who can do some physical skills. If you use skills, it's another matter. Although I've forced you to this point, you don't seem to be in that mood. So let's end it."

"Is it that easy to lose?"

"Then come on."

Provoked by the Tibetan's words, Sam strengthened his body further and kicked the ground.