Because the Holy Sword Selection Ceremony was a sham, none of the people queuing here succeeded.
Because of their skill in assisting to draw the sword, some people were sent directly for treatment, while others accidentally injured bystanders.
The team advanced very quickly; it felt like only a moment had passed before El found himself alone in front of him.
"Hmph, to fight the Demon King, to protect humanity, it's time for me to step forward as the hero!"
He watched the muscular man declare his victory without offering any comment.
Al had heard this saying many times before: there's a saying, "Don't open champagne halfway through the journey," but these people opened champagne right at the starting point.
He knew very well that this guy wouldn't need a minute to want to kill him for making those bold statements.
El was still mentally mocking the guy in front of him when the sword-drawing ceremony had begun once again.
"Let me show you my divine power!"
His muscles bulged, his hands touched the hilt of the sword, and he adjusted to a posture most suitable for explosive power.
"boom……"
El saw that white air emanated from the contestant's body, and a gust of air even blew up the hem of some people's clothes.
"That's interesting..."
This kind of posture is completely different from those who looked impressive but were actually no different from performing acrobatics.
Not only El, but everyone else in line, including the demons secretly observing with binoculars, all became serious.
He's an expert; I need to sit up and watch.
"Get up...ahhhhhh..."
The king was a little worried by their imposing presence.
"There shouldn't be any problems, right?"
"Rest assured, Your Majesty, we are monitoring the operation of the magic circle in real time. As long as the magic is stable, he has no chance of succeeding."
The two of them were still observing from the stands when the results were already in.
"Buzz..."
The final burst of power sent up a cloud of smoke, and all that could be seen was a figure standing there motionless.
Did we win?
The figure remained motionless; only intermittent sounds could be heard.
"Someone help me... I've twisted my back..."
"Huh, this?"
The wounded were immediately carried away. Although the outcome was slightly different from what they had imagined, it was at least good enough for the show.
"It's time for the next contestant... Wow, another young man, looks a bit thin."
Watching so many plays, especially witnessing the expert's defeat, gradually helped the king adjust his mindset.
He was eating watermelon while trying to give his opinion on the contestants.
For him, the following sword-drawing ceremony was probably similar to a stress-relieving video of fixing horseshoes or washing carpets.
The next sword-drawing ceremony is El's turn.
"Finally, it's our turn. Luckily, we didn't waste too much time. That guy's efforts weren't in vain."
His commotion was considerable; several demons who had been well-hidden and almost fooled me had revealed their presence.
El had already made up his mind: he would memorize their scents, and if he succeeded in drawing his sword, he would use the holy sword to openly and fairly kill the nearby demons.
If you fail to draw your sword, quietly leave this place and secretly eliminate those demons one by one to replenish your food reserves.
(Demon: So, we're all going to die anyway, right?)
"Begin drawing your sword."
El wasn't as nervous as the others because he wasn't that concerned about whether he could become a hero.
Even if he wasn't a hero, the stats he boosted by eating rice were already incredibly powerful.
He simply raised his hand and approached the holy sword as usual.
The instant his palm touched the sword hilt, something incredible happened!
"Buzz..."
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