“Are they just going to let that slide?”
“Ah… In the end, it only resulted in a warning and the first half is over.”
“If that’s not a flagrant foul, then what exactly is? That situation just now was completely against sportsmanship!”
“It looked like the player NoName was grabbed by the collar by Suphian Hakim and tossed around. It’s disappointing to hear that they didn’t deem it intentional. There was quite a time gap to consider it a continuous action.”
“William Robinson, the GM, is out there protesting strongly, but for now, player NoName is coming off the training arena without contesting the referee’s decision.”
As Hakeem’s expression suggested, it was clear that he was venting his frustration on Na-me since the game wasn’t going well.
The spectators were all outraged.
If Na-me had reacted just a little slower, not only would there have been damage to the barrier, but it could have also resulted in a serious injury to the player.
During halftime, the community was on the verge of paralysis.
[Live Best]
[Suphian Hakim grabs NoName’s collar & referee’s biased decision]
(NoName being grabbed by the collar.gif)
(NoName being thrown to the ground.gif)
(NoName protesting to the referee.gif)
If you look closely, it’s not that he grabbed the clothes.
He tried to grab the collar but ended up choking and knocking him down.
[Comments]
– This crazy bastard has lost it.
– He was choking him? Damn.
– Is he just imitating what his parents did at home in the arena?
– So what if Saudi is rich? Their national character is worse than China or India.
– Instagram drama coming~
– Did the referee get bribed?
– Can’t help but smell mana money.
[The killing intent of NoName feels real]
(NoName walking down from the training arena.gif)
(Close-up shot of his face.gif)
(NoName completely ignoring the assistant referee and walking past.gif)
Is this facial expression something a 10-year-old could make?
I think he might seriously kill someone later…
[Comments]
– DDDDDDDD
– Wow, this is seriously terrifying, lol!
– If you didn’t know, it looks cute, but since it’s Na-me, it’s deadly.
– Keeping the killing intent tightly bottled up.
– For real, I’ve never seen a face this angry before.
– Just look at how tightly he’s biting his lips.
– Something’s climbing up to his throat right now, right? Is it going to burst soon?
– Na-me declared an outrageously serious game.
*
During halftime, the mood in the locker room was as cold as ice.
While Na-me gulped down bottled water, the tactical coaches brought in screens to review the content of the first half.
William Robinson, the GM, received the same warning from the referee and started giving tactical instructions.
“First off, leading it to a brawl was successful. However, we’re left with a lot of barriers since neither used wands.”
“How many exactly?”
“68.42 to 61.09. Since it’s highly likely to go into overtime, keep your calm despite their provocations and operate like in the first half; we can definitely win. But they’re the ones who are desperate. If Hakim recklessly charges in and speeds up the tempo? Don’t engage! But if you’re finding yourself tucked away in some corner, go hit him! With your best spells! Did you see Hakim’s state?”
“He looked very emotional.”
“Exactly! With that idiot’s mental state, he’ll never reach the quarterfinals. Na-me, seize this opportunity.”
William Robinson raised the tension along with motivation.
He presented a framework for game management while granting Na-me autonomy.
Deep in thought, Na-me threw the water bottle into the trash can.
“Phew…”
He interlocked his fingers and lowered his head in contemplation.
Then his golden eyes sparkled as he overturned all the director’s instructions in an instant.
“I don’t really want to go to overtime.”
“…Then?”
“I’ll finish it within 10 minutes.”
“Going at a high tempo comes with conditions. You need to cut below half within one minute of the second half starting. If you can’t, we’ll revert to the original tactics.”
“That seems easy.”
“Okay, let’s go, go, go!”
With the coaches cheering him on, Na-me stepped out into the training arena.
William Robinson wiped away the cold sweat and slowly stood up.
“Player NoName really doesn’t listen at all, haha…”
Coach’s remark made Robinson giggle.
“There’s a path only visible to the players who battled in the arena that day. Our role isn’t to block that path but to guide them as best we can in the right direction.”
Of course, he fully agreed that Na-me wasn’t listening.
*
Suphian Hakim’s dislikeable behavior continued afterward.
Halftime ended.
Just before coming up to the arena, Hakim opened a new bottle of water and drank, trying to get even just ten more seconds of rest than Na-me.
It was not a violation of the rules, but it was an act that made one frown.
[115th match of the National Exchange Tournament! Korea vs. Saudi Arabia, the second half of NoName’s Round of 16 begins!]
[NoName is really sharpening his sword, and… oh? NoName is running! NoName is charging forward!]
[Casting: Initial Motion Adjustment]
As soon as the second half began, Na-me charged toward Hakim like a bull.
Once again, Hakim, utilizing Ramal Hazard, summoned a sand shield, thinking it was a freebie.
When swords and shields collide, it breaks a hundred swords out of a hundred.
“No way…! NoName still hasn’t drawn his sword! He’s right in front of him now!”
The essence of the Cheonghwa Sword is that it’s a wand.
Na-me usually operated it by summoning the blade using magic circles at the wand’s tip.
And now, Na-me threw the wand high into the sky.
Whirr
The handle spun round and round.
[Engraving the Cheonghwa Sword: Skiabona]
Shooooosh—BAM!
The blade, extending up to 10 meters, was shot directly at Hakim.
With a common-sense-defying attack, Hakim instinctively dodged.
Ramal Hazard, the Cheonghwa Sword is stubbed into the sand at an angle.
“What the?”
“You should have blocked it instead of dodging!”
[Sloth: Medusa]
The sand began to harden like cement under Hakim’s feet.
“…!”
Not a hint of any magic was discernible, leaving Hakim with a very confused look on his face.
As he tried to retreat along with the sandy pile,
Thud-
Ramal Hazard was abruptly severed, breaking the magic circle.
In the meantime, NoName was already right in front of him.
[4th Circle Unique Magic: Stellar Atrahō – Supernova]
Clang—!
A massive sword split into eight pieces and plunged into the ground, encircling Hakim.
Na-me wrapped the wire flowing from the magic circle around the blade.
Crackle-crackle-
With a short breath, Na-me’s sword vanished.
Blue lightning crossed the arena, bursting Hakim’s side.
Kiiiiying—!
The sound of the wires clanging echoed, sending ripples through the stadium.
[Round of 16 Match 115]
[NoName (Korea)] [70% | 68%]
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [72% | 61% → 57%]
“Didn’t even realize you were taking a hit?”
Hakim lowered his head and checked where he was hit.
Droplets of hexagonal barriers fell away from his right side.
“If this was real combat, you’d be dead.”
Crackle-crackle-
Nine swords began to glow simultaneously.
Thirty-six lines engraved the connecting swords.
Na-me released the swords and gradually compressed the size of the circle.
With every blinding flash, the arena shook considerably.
[Wowww! NoName! What kind of magic is this?]
The commentary team writhing in pain like they’re seated on an electric chair.
[72% | 57% → 53%]
[72% | 53% → 49%]
[72% | 49% → 45%]
Crash—!
An invisible sword spit out thunder.
The barrier started vanishing at an incomprehensible rate.
[4th Circle Casting: Kazim Baraka]
Hakim attempted to set up a massive dome-shaped shield spell, but
[Sloth: Medusa]
Swish—
The mana instantaneously returned to a crude property, less than that of a 1st Circle spell.
He was puzzled about why this happened, and it was maddening.
“Wowwwww!”
Hakim stood tall in the center of the training arena, surveying the cheering crowd.
Why is everyone so happy?
The answer appeared on the scoreboard in no time.
[Time: 16:19]
[NoName (Korea)] [70% | 68%]
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [72% | 25% → 21%]
His unknown unique magic had completely obliterated 40% of Hakim’s barrier.
Hakim, wide-eyed, was denial of reality.
Then one of the Korean commentators clapped his hands, signaling he had figured something out.
[Player NoName has been rumored to be an avid gamer since long ago!]
[Huh?]
The caster was flustered by the sudden nonsense.
[This is it! I know of a character in Legacy of Legends, loved by people all over the world, who uses a similar technique!]
└ Wait, was what I just saw Asteria’s ultimate?
└ Supernova, wow!
└ How did you figure this out? LOL!
└ NoName ultimately never disclosed it, haha!
└ Did he draw aggro for this?
└ It’s definitely Supernova. ‘a.k.a. Supernova’ is written.
└ Did Na-me really become one with LoL…?!
└ Give back Na-me’s precious Asteria, Riot!
└ It’s called character/skill so it makes sense, right? Haha!?
└ The final evolution form of League of Legends.
[Oh, Suphian Hakim looks devastated! He appears to have made a mistake in casting his magic circle!]
Hakim attempted to cast a 3rd Circle spell, only to shatter it himself.
And Na-me wouldn’t allow mistakes to go unpunished.
[Casting: Flow Control]
[Casting: Glacis Ion Trap]
[Casting: Ignis Respicio]
[Casting: Arc Discharge]
With clashing quadruple casting that lacked synergy, he unleashed a barrage of attacks.
Sharp water lasers sliced through the ground, while ice whips lashed down at Hakim.
Fireballs rained down from the sky as Na-me wrapped electricity on his hands.
As the gap between the barriers widened, Hakim’s tactics became increasingly desperate.
[Hakim is mimicking the technique demonstrated by Giselle Fischer yesterday! But if he relies too much on luck…! NoName anticipates it and retreats his magic circle!]
[Is player NoName tap dancing over Hakim’s head or something!?]
Hakim’s bold external manifestation was no match for Na-me.
[Time: 21:38]
[NoName (Korea)] [70% | 61%]
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [65% | 12% → 11%]
[Casting: Heat Transfer – Convection]
Hakim, sensing defeat, closed his eyes.
His shoulders slumped, and the haphazard sand barely maintained its shape dropped to the ground.
[Release: Heat Transfer – Convection]
“How dare…”
“?”
“Are you really trying to give up?”
[Casting: Demon King’s Horn]
[Casting: Black Aurora]
[Engraving the Cheonghwa Sword – Skiabona]
Na-me canceled his magic and drew his sword.
[Just like that, NoName is! NoName is going to defeat the traditional powerhouse of Arabia, Saudi Arabia, and make it to the quarterfinals… or?]
[NoName canceled his magic?]
[Huh? Huhhh?]
Swoosh—
[Imperial Palace Swordsmanship 2nd Form – Sky Slash]
A clear scar emerged atop Hakim’s barrier.
Na-me continued to swing his sword.
Hakim, too, was busy with his falchion to repel the attacks.
Clang-Clang-Clang—!
No matter how physically superior Hakim might have been, it was impossible to block Na-me’s swordsmanship when his spirit was already broken.
Skiabona curved in deeper than an Arabian scimitar, targeting Hakim’s vital points.
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [65% → 59% | 11%]
It was nothing short of mockery, going beyond bad manners.
“ابن العاهرة (Hey, you bastard!)”
Na-me sprinted through the greatly widened gap of Hakim’s movements.
The sword tip jabbed his chin, snapping Hakim’s head back.
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [59% → 39% | 11%]
Na-me stomped on Hakim’s forehead on the ground, preventing him from getting up.
He stabbed precisely where the barriers were weakest—his throat and joints— and sliced them.
Gag…!
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [20% →⚠19%(Not Recoverable) |⚠11%(Not Recoverable)]
Hakim entered into a substantial pain threshold.
[Imperial Palace Swordsmanship 121st Form – Crow Pecking]
Inspired by the act of crows devouring carcasses, the medieval sword technique jabbed deep into Hakim’s abdomen.
Now, the pain he’d grown immune to resurfaced as he recalled the agony of first learning kendo.
“Aaaaaah, get away!”
Hakim pushed Na-me away and crawled along the ground, barely managing to rise.
[Time: 29:58]
[NoName (Korea)] [56% | 51%]
[Suphian Omar Hakim (Saudi Arabia)] [⚠11%(Not Recoverable) | ⚠11%(Not Recoverable)]
Neither the minute barrier nor the massive barrier remained unscathed.
Honestly, losing one side by a considerable margin would be more dignified than this.
“I was really just going to finish it off, but how bothersome.”
Na-me casually brushed off the dirt on his butt, flicking his sword.
“You I’m the one who’s going to overtime.”
