The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life

that when you’re unlucky, you can break your nose from falling on your back?

Baron Rollo was desperate.
It felt unfair to be put in Chris’s group, but having him as the first opponent…

‘We cannot even abstain.’

The moment he raises a white flag, the nobles of the alliance will turn their faces away from him.
Actually, as a 2-star swordsman from his family had participated, he hoped that the tournament would end with him being safe.

In his heart, he wanted to give up.
But knowing he could not do that, he suppressed his disappointment and warned the family.

“Max, keep this in mind.
You do not have to push yourself against Chris.
Our goal is not to tarnish the name of the alliance.
But there is no reason to put yourself in a dangerous situation trying to win.”

“Lord.
Trust me!”

“What do you mean?”

“From the moment I decided to participate in the competition, I trained hard to win.
I know that Chris is a great swordsman, and I even heard about how great he is, but he is also a 2-star swordsman like me.
So there is no reason for me to back away in fear.
In the meantime, I prepared everything in the hope of meeting him, so just trust me this once.”

Max.

He spoke proudly, and as he looked at Baron Rollo, he tried to show the spirit of a knight.

“Max…!”

He was shocked at the dignified nature the man was showing.
Listening to Max, it didn’t seem like Chris was invincible.

Baron Rollo said,

“I get it.
Do your best out there.
Do your best against Chris, and if you think of it as impossible, then withdraw without another thought.
I will pull up a white flag if I think you are in danger.”

“I understand.”

His emotions were melting.
He was a loyal servant, and his Lord cared for him.
He thought of a miracle.
If Max could defeat Chris, it would be a great chance to leap higher.

‘This is a chance.
It will leave a deep impression on the people.
Phew.
Max, you can do it.’

And he went up.

Round 1.

Believe in him, and like that…

Puak!

In just three seconds, Max fell with blood splashing.

Chris’s appearance was different from usual.
He looked at his opponent on stage with fierce eyes like a sharply forged sword.

‘I will be proving myself through this.’

Not just a normal victory but an overwhelming one.

Not hoping for one to win but to stomp on every opponent he faces.

Had he not been trained for this?

In the days of training that reminded him of Roman Dmitry, Chris was confident that he could win against anyone.

Confidence from reality.

The results were as expected.

Flutter.

“Start!”

Came the signal.

One second.

Max kicked the ground to move and narrowed the distance in an instant.
He began to raise his aura right away, not wanting to give Chris a chance to react.

Grrrrr.

Two seconds.

He swung the sword.

It was fast, and he believed that Chris wouldn’t be able to react.

Three seconds.

At that fleeting moment, Chris dug into the rushing aura.

Compared to Roman’s aura, it was an attack that wasn’t intimidating, and Chris blocked all the aura around him.

The opponent’s expression changed to shock.
Even if there was a chance of avoiding it, he didn’t think Chris would move ahead to block it.

And so, Chris’s sword raged.

Unable to escape from it, Max’s nose was crushed, and he coughed up blood.

Puak!

“Ack!”

It was an overwhelming result.

Even though the opponent was a 2-star swordsman, Chris ended the match within seconds.

“R-Round one is over.
Chris of the Dmitry family is done and has qualified for the next round!”

Baron Rollo was shocked.
He only had vain hopes, so he couldn’t help but be shocked at the reality.

‘No.
Is this the difference?!’

This was just the beginning.
The tournament progressed, and soon screams began to be heard.

“Kevin of the Dmitry family wins and advances to the next round!”

“Volcan of Dmitry…”

“Pooky of Dmitry….”

All four proceeded to the next round.
And the fights didn’t last more than ten seconds.
They showed dignified moves, and their opponents, who looked determined like Max, collapsed after facing reality.

The people were shocked.
They knew the people of Dmitry would be strong, but they didn’t expect such an overwhelming force.

“Wow.”

“Is this the class of Dmitry?”

“The rumors about the Southern Front were not false.
They are on a whole different level.”

Their hearts plummeted as they admitted it.
As initially feared, winning the group with a vigilant target was impossible.

Then, their interest was clear.

‘McBurney and Henderson.’

The moron and the unknown man.
People believed that those were the divisions in which Dmitry’s men could be defeated.

Tak!

So people focused on Henderson’s stage.