Black Summoner

- Gown/General Arena Match Stage

Another thing, the shockwave roar rocks the barrier. The explosion, after the explosion, also begins to appear in the audience those who block their ears. But it's not just the sound that's unusual, it's also the speed. Even the video equipment, a magic item developed by the quilt, did not capture Serra and Barr bumping into each other and remained only reflecting each other's remnants. Very unlikely.

"Shit!"

"Huh!"

Another crack runs onto the stage. The time that has elapsed since the beginning is extremely small, but there are already countless meetings. Both the armor that Selah equips and the leg armor that Barr can wear are beginning to appear, but Ning Lo should be commended for not destroying it so far in this level of battle. If it was normal, it would have been crushed by the first shot.

The two battles using 'martial arts' seem similar and fundamentally different. Selah, who is winning with her physique, uses her fists primarily, a tactic of war with precision, stability and even speed of attack in mind. Barr, on the other hand, has a big back length defeat, but takes advantage of the reach with his skillful leg moves and is destructive to the point of being brutal to a blow. Separate methods of warfare, significant discrepancies. But the battle between the two with red hair somehow meshes and the antagonism continues.

"Heh, heh! I can't believe I'm getting this hot... don't do it!

"It's up to you to be enthusiastic, but won't you stay out of this until I do?

Here, for the first time since the start of the game, the two appeared clearly on stage. Serra's right fist collides with Barr's right leg, keeping it in critical equilibrium. Serra laughs joyfully against the incandescent battle. By contrast, Barr remains a chilling look before the game.

- Pisces, beckoning!

Whether the two sides antagonize it or not, the stage to support it is different. Now the game was well on its way to collapse, as was the planned harmony.

"Oh, hang out a little longer. It's hard to get a chance to do everything you can... Rah!

Even as Serra, who breaks the equilibrium, blows the bar, the bar pushes the leg armor onto the stage and stops with a scattering of gullibility and sparks.

"Now, can we get this far in the prep movement? My body's warming up, too!

"Right. I'm doing great, too."

Serra inflates her chest with anticipation, but here I notice a change in Fufubar's leg armor.

(... the tip of the leg armor is sharpened by friction?

Now I think there was always a spark scattered at Barr's feet during a small hands-on meeting. It also seems like he was deliberately rubbing his leg armor against the stage with movement, offensive behavior, defensive behavior.

"Did you notice? I had just the right grinding wheel at my feet, so I let him use it for a second. So it's time to fight."

Somehow Barr stabs and lifts his nail tip onto the ground stage. It was a cube generated on stage that boasted many times the mass and size of the bar that was chosen. It was instantaneous, therefore, the audience is astonished that the square crater has been vacant and stunned twice by the appearance of a huge cube over the head of the bar.

"I thought I was looking at the surface of the stage with my toes just now...!

"Eat."

Barr releases his high, swinging leg on Serra's face. The swinging fastball approached Serra at an unexpected speed.

"This too......!

Serra's horizontally paid knife hits the cube, killing the power and bouncing it against the wall of the junction. The loss of boulders opens up vision. There are no obstacles or anything between Serra and Barr, only the stage spreads that has become unbroken. But at this time, Serra's "hazard detection" skills did feel a crisis from the front.

"Solemn Qingtong Piercing Hash"

Barr was releasing a kick to stick his toe out toward Serra. Aggressive evasive behavior. Serra shifts herself wide aside and tries to avoid something looming from front of her. Soon after, the pain passes through her cheeks, and Serra's blood finally drips off the red line.

(That's fast. Something similar to Gerard's empty jaw (Agate) with those legs? Clever. It's more like a spear attack than a slash.)

Wipe the blood on your cheeks with the back of your hands. Serra's idea of extrapolating the fur color of the attack from the feeling of pain is correct. But I can't be relieved because I put the first spear on it. The second and third spears of the same lineage continue to push forward. It is difficult to grasp the exact trajectory for what cannot be perceived as clarity by the naked eye. First, Serra decided to move forward somehow with a forward-looking look.

"... ch"

Then I avoid it so neatly that I get enough scratches to plunder it, so I guess it's not something I enjoyed as a bar. Terribly sharp. Having felt that way, Barr punches his tongue lightly and then stabs him in the leg on an affordable stage with a crack nearby, lifting the stage again, which became a cube. Leaps big while circling in that state. Direct strike of a distorted cube, including power by his own leg strength, against a forward and impending sera. The rotation of the acrobatic whirlwind leg enhances its power and transforms it into a vicious and mighty shooting iron.

- Zgaaaaahhhh!

The cube, which should have become a large hammer, is crushed and destroyed. The right straight from Serra's full power clashed from the front. The high hardness masses were smashed to pieces, smashed, and only the bars descending from the sky and the sera intercepting them on the ground.

"... you want to hurt!

"My dialogue, my...!

A blow between the two that intersects faster than words. Serra's fist deeply chooses Barr's left leg, and Barr's sharp leg wears Serra's left shoulder. Whether he was strong with both sides or hated to lose, he was strong without screaming a scream.

"- Eh!"

Barr dodges Serra's pursuit in the air, releasing a solemn piercing of restraint (peering hash) twice as he leaves. There is a slight change in the complexion of the bar that has landed at a distance. At the end of your gaze is your own left leg. It was dyed there with bright red blood. But it doesn't belong to Barr...

"You seal your left leg, but you can move like that in the air a lot. Lion-like or even winged?

- It was the blood that was attached to Serra's fist. Happy or unhappy, it seems that one of the solemn piercings (piercing hash) of the restraint for which control was insane penetrated Serra's abdomen, with blood seeping into Serra's black coat. But that was before. Serra acted as if nothing had happened, and the cheek wound she had received at the beginning was also beautifully blocked. A wound that, if normal, can be fatally injured can also instantaneously consolidate blood with "blood manipulation", an inherent skill if Serra is applied, and is restored by the potency of "natural healing".

"This is what I hear rumors about 'bloodstaining', you know... it's not a force you don't have. But, you know, you're gonna win this?

"No way. 'Cause it looks like you're still hiding something too!

"That's a really good idea. All right, let me see..."

Barr, who was a slightly boiling expression, silences in the middle of the word. Serra also leaned her neck unexpectedly.

"... ch. Bad between. Do you know which one's up there?"

"What is it?

"Oh, my God."

"What?"

He said he was surrendering.

The audience cheers subside and the arena is silenced.

"Oh, you know, Barr player? I heard the word" surrender "wrong..."

"How many times do I have to tell you? Just accept it."

"Hey, hey! Though we won't have the battle yet!

Serra hangs on to the sudden declaration of Barr's defeat. Naturally, I'm not convinced by the end of a game like this.

"Don't worry. I'll see you soon. Besides, the rules of this tournament don't mean anything to you, do they? That's not funny."

"Again? Say what..."

Gashangashan, Selah and Barr's weapons collapse to block words, and a tall sound rings. Each other's gains seemed to have reached their limits.

"Immediately. Brush your arms until then. Serra Baal."

The red-haired girl left the arena stage with that leg stained with Serra's blood.