Little Rich Girl Alice; Poor Misaki Ken'ya

A quarter of an hour later.

After an intense battle, the five children were utterly battered, collapsing to the ground one after another with their stamina and magicules exhausted.

Meanwhile, Mo Li stood where he was completely unharmed, not even a speck of dust staining his splendid clothes.

The two vastly different scenes formed a stark contrast.

By then, Hinata Sakaguchi, Rimuru, and the others below the stage were all too stunned for words.

This was practically... showing off his skills!

"Ahhh—my precious greatsword! You died such a tragic death!"

Suddenly, a wail like a ghost crying rang out from the arena. Looking closely, Misaki Ken'ya had somehow started bawling his eyes out.

Rimuru took one look and realized that Misaki Ken'ya's beloved holy sword had been snapped cleanly in two.

"...Uh..."

Rimuru's eyes were full of helplessness at the sight. She was not the only one; Izawa Shizue had seen it as well.

The two exchanged glances and saw the same helplessness in each other's eyes.

It had to be said that Mo Li's sparring session had simply been a display of skill!

Misaki Ken'ya's invincible sword techniques, which even Rimuru had to take seriously, looked as weak and powerless as a child wielding a sword in Mo Li's eyes.

Since he was supposed to guide and analyze their techniques, Mo Li had gone a tiny bit easy on him, allowing Misaki Ken'ya to exchange a few moves with him.

As for Gale's much-prized defense, Mo Li broke through it with a light swing of his sword. Two swords in total: one to break his defense, and one to defeat him.

As for little Alice's massive number of weapons, like the golden Gate of Babylon, not a single one touched Mo Li.

Mo Li saw through the speed of