It was at the same time that Ray stepped down to the ground and the red light rose. Ray, with his feet on softly and lightly, sees the light rising hazy.
"Will you eat that and still stand?"
Ray felt something akin to the fear that he was still down in the wake of the contribution. Actually, Dikuld didn't get that move himself, but Ray kept making mistakes.
Stronger emotions sprout than the fear that comes from such a mistake.
"It has to be."
That's exciting. An opponent who can't be finished with a move that boasts maximum power.
It's not like there hasn't been anyone like that before. From birth onwards there were many people around Ray, starting with their father, who were still unrivaled.
But I got an excuse.
Because it's an adult and a child. Because he's the Demon King. Because it's grade S. There were many reasons.
But I can't make that excuse for a Dikuld opponent. Children to each other. Pure humans to each other. It's not even a demon.
Not to mention that I am a reincarnator. Instead, it's Dikuld who can make excuses.
But Dikuld doesn't make such excuses. Then there's no excuse for Ray either. I just have to admit I lost.
Ray often says rabbits.
That's a word he only uses on his admitted opponents. Charstena, Anna, Gordo.
But Dikuld is the only one who admits he's a rabbit from the bottom of his heart.
Why is that?
There is only one reason. Because Dikuld is different from the others.
Because you're a rival? Because you're familiar with them?
No, it's not.
Because he was the only one who followed me without a single step to himself, the reincarnator.
So it was Dikuld that Ray recognized that talent the most in this world.
A rare talent. To call it a genius, a gift of a heavenly gift that is too enlarged. Ray is convinced that no one in this world, myself included, has been given more talent in fighting than Dikuld.
One-on-one serious battle with such an opponent. There's no way he can keep his excitement under control in the Battle Madness Reserve.
And with that strength in front of you, there's no way the excitement won't set you up for an explosion.
Ray laughs.
For feeling the excitement that I haven't felt in a long time.
And thank God I met someone like that.
Above all to enjoy this moment now.
"Let's go climax, Dick"
A gust of wind rushed through towards Ray laughing like that.
It is the wind pressure created by the movement of the dickle wrapped around the red and the pale at the same time. Ray opened his eyes to Dikuld, who appeared blowing up the crushed ground and stripping out the rough earth.
Beyond the limit, even the jump through was polished by Dikuld's physical abilities, which were high. If we were to represent his current physical abilities in numerical terms, we would approach 50,000. Ray's talent now is roughly seven or eight thousand, even if he puts in the rise due to dragonization.
In other words, there was an isolated difference between Ray and Dikuld today.
Ray felt the difference firmly. It just moved in front of me. Even though that was all, the wind stirred Ray as if he had even used magic.
Ray shuddered unexpectedly that he was too strong an enemy.
Dikurdo is just purely about strengthening physical abilities. But it's strong because it's simple. I can't even react with Ray right now.
"... 2 minutes left"
Dikuld muttered quietly, turning into an untouchable monster.
"In two minutes, I won't be able to move one thing. If you can stand it, Ray wins. Take Ray down and I'll win."
"... right"
Ray guessed that he used a limit breakthrough. One convinced that this would happen if his original high physical abilities multiplied, Ray unlocked them. Unlock for the second time today. I would have liked to have used it if I could, but I can't say that either.
An experience reduction that draws unlimited magic power as long as you have experience. But it wasn't really unlimited. Another hidden restriction exists. That's the replenishment pace.
Experience reduction is what creates magic. I can draw more magic than 100, no, from scratch. But it's not like my skills carry me to that burden. Ray's body, specifically, will be borne by the demon.
That burden never means too much. If it's about a little replenishment, it equals no burden. But zero to 100 is like stopping exercising intensely without cooling down. Ray's demon, which increases and reduces more than 100, is slightly eroded.
So Charstena, with similar skills, set a limit of once a week for herself. Besides, Ray has been taking damage to the demon for a long time.
So I really should have avoided using experience-reduction.
But he knew. He said his body would soon be reborn.
And he said now was the time to pass the impotence.
Above all, I wanted to live this time of year, even if I bet everything else in this moment.
The magic that was left only about the tears of a tin explodes. It's a storm of magic on the verge of a rampage. The magic of losing blowing control causes a small rampage, punching holes in the ground, and the swollen magic wraps around the rays.
"The Second Form of Demonic Costume"
Mixed with water scales and red magic, oddly the same purple light as Dikuld, illuminates the rays.
A demonic costume wrapped around the flesh, and a hardness that builds up high density magic on scales and nails to the extreme.
Complete body of defense specialization.
"Demon King"
The figure was no longer a person. The light, which can also be taken as a purple creep, accelerated the inhumanity of dragonization.
Thank you, Dick.
You push me until you use this move.
Let's decide now which one is stronger, my hardest or yours.
"Come on, if you can break this defense, break it."
"On the contrary, you can withstand my attacks or not."
Both mean the same thing. But even crap meant something fatally different to the two of us who would make it a battle.
They argued that their best was stronger.
And the lid is cut.
The last clash of the legendary militant tournament finals. However, only 14 people and one person were able to see the settlement.
That's why this battle became a legend.
Dogahhhhh
That was the sound of the beginning.
The shock rushes through so much that it accidentally falls behind, that the next moment some of the worn out arena blows up. And there's no screaming gap, and now the ground, the road, the house, blows into the wood dust.
The battle between the two had not already taken place inside the arena. Everything in the city is on stage. Chasing with your eyes is also a difficult speed, with one clash and one destruction sounding after another. We no longer know where and what is being done. Only traces of battle, however, remain in the city, and only sounds and shocks are transmitted.
"That idiot apprentice..."
Carambel exclaimed at the damage that had reached the city. And his hand is put forward softly from his side, trying to jump out unexpectedly in the middle of a scream, and he can be stopped.
"Let go of me, please." "If you let me do it like this, it's hard to process it after."
It was the chief of the knighthood who was supposed to have to stop him first when he tried to get into the stop.
"Well, calm down. The city's inhabitants have already been evacuated. Besides, can it be over without seeing such an interesting battle settlement!
"Stop it, Knights Commander."
Carambel was strongly determined at this time to take the Knights Captain's seat.
Dogavan.
The building, which was on the verge of collapsing the arena, blew up big again. Two people came in from there: Ray and Dickold.
Ray shredded and blew the ground.
As Dikuld follows.
"This! Blow me up!
Ray, who was being bounced by Dikuld's sword like a pinball, shouted as he killed Ba and Stand Up Momentum.
"Why are you so hard?"
"That's the kind of move you can't help it."
"If that's the case, so am I."
Who would think the legendary battle between the two was such a childish thing?
"I don't want to treat you like a ball anymore."
"Oh, I was still hiding those moves."
They seem to really enjoy themselves even though they argue like that. It's as if I went back to my childhood.
"Huh, attractive men have a lot to hide."
"Absolutely a lie." Before that, Alice found a book with a girl's nakedness that the Knights Commander was sneaking up on, and she said, 'A man to hide sucks'!
To the sudden exposure, the Knights chief panicked, "Why did you do it?" And Alice turns her eyes on the Knights captain like she sees garbage, then puts her eyes off.
And the Charstenas also turn their gaze like they see garbage.
Perhaps the chief of the Knights suffered the most serious illness of the day. Ray sympathizes with such a captain.
"Then, you idiot, you're not exposing a man's secrets here! Your house and this knight captain wanted to bring a woman into a job where she didn't care! I've been collecting tips to make sure your wife doesn't find out! The woman in that book was naked and she was blowing her work tired."
"But no more, don't..."
But that didn't give the Knights Commander his name, and it didn't give him cover.
The Knights captain, severely damaged by the sight of the extra strong filth, fell to his knees. By the way, I don't have a wife.
"Oh, yeah. The captain was a pervert.
He was a pervert.
He was a pervert.
Pervert.
Pervert......
In a blow to Todome, the Knights captain threw up blood.
"Ooh!
"It's late!
"That's light!
Differences in ability narrowed down to differences that can still be followed due to improved physical ability due to limit breakthroughs. In addition to that, it's a defense that won't let Dikuld's attacks go through. The whereabouts of the battle were beginning to lean towards Ray.
"Ha, I thought the mosquito had stopped."
"Oh my God!
That's not gonna work for me.
Ray was provoking Dikuld. Actually, it hurt plain, but still he was unhappy with this situation of his advantage.
You're a rival standing alongside me, aren't you?
More. Not enough. Be stronger.
On this occasion now, exceed the limits.
You the rabbit (...) should be able to do it.
Such thoughts were included in Ray's words.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha."
Ray's arm intersects the blow that Dikuld waved down with all his might on the provocation.
"So it doesn't work."
"Damn...!
A tail with the momentum of Ray's rotation hit Dikuld hard in the stomach. Bouncing over and over, Dikuld is slammed over the collapsed debris.
"Gu... damn..."
Dikuld bit his back teeth and punched the rubble with frustration. The dust rises with the debris.
Regrettably.
What, you lose?
.................. no.
There's a difference so far.
I don't want to lose to Ray.
But more than that...
I don't like being left behind any more.
"Wow."
That's a loser kid screaming. But it's not just a loser scream.
The scream of a man who never wants to lose, but who has someone who won't be left behind.
The strong thought forced him to cross the wall.
"Ahhhhhhhh"
Light of limit breakthrough swelling up with screaming. Its crimson luminescence beats the aura and dyes Dikuld red.
And take him to further heights.
"That's my rival."
Ray shouts that as a delight. And for the first time since I became a demon king form, I set myself up deep. Drop your hips so you can step in at any time. Hands in front. Burn the magic that wraps it up more violently and prepare it for completeness.
- Let's settle this.
Dikuld pulled one leg and placed his sword shoulder height so as to respond to the thought. Those eyes look straight at Ray.
There was a big time between them. But for both of us, the distance is gone in just a few moments.
This distance was between us for the two of us now.
The audience, with only 14 people, feels settled and breathes and watches. Everyone is put in an atmosphere of two people measuring when to increase concentration and increase tension.
A wind pours in from the gap between the two collapsed arenas. It strokes the ground injured in the battle between the two, carrying the smoke.
It was quiet.
No cursing or cheering. Neither can the conversation, not even the sound of people walking.
The only thing there is the sound of the wind entering between us as if we were letting it settle.
Just over a decade.
Only the quiet wind sounds pour into my ears.
Adhesive conditions that can be felt for hours for those on this spot.
It was - Dickird - who marked the end of it.
Exhaling thinly, Dikuld steps on the ground and fleshes to the ray in a crushing forward leaning position.
And he poked down a sword that he put up along his shoulder.
Dogah!!
The sword, which was no longer a mix of colors, was vigorously protruded into Ray's belly.
The two hardest and most aggressive go together.
The tip of the sword strips off the demon costume and reaches the dragon phosphor hidden within. And now smash the magic put in the dragon phosphorous.
Bakih.
That was the sound of the last fort cracking. The tip of the sword pierced the scale - it stopped.
"My victory..."
"Not yet."
Dikuld's roar blocking Ray's words as he tried to declare victory. Thoughts put into it, on arms, on feet, and on swords.
More instantaneous movement from zero distance sinks the two legs deep into the ground, turning them into forces without any extra momentum for their super acceleration.
Buckin '!
The last evil ascension broke through the scales.
"Ghoo!"
A sword protruded deep into his belly. It pierces Ray's belly and stops at the dragon phosphor behind him.
"I told you before. It's Ray's bad habit to be alarmed that you've won."
As Ray knew Dickold's habits, so did he know Ray's vices again.
Blood water coming out of my throat like crawling out. It drips pompously from Ray's mouth end.
"Lay off, Anna. Lay off, Lay off."
Seeing that sight, Charstena screams and tries to fly over. Anna stops it by closing her wings.
"Not yet, Shall! If he doesn't win, Shall..."
"But Ray, Ray!
A grieving shout of Charstena. The voice just reached both of us.
"Ray, admit you lost. Not any more..."
"Competition, not. But... I can't lose all this time"
Ray grabbed Dikuld's arm if he didn't surrender so that he could cover Dikuld, who urged him to surrender. And then open the mouth where the blood seeps. That doesn't mean uttering words.
Puffiness, like spitting something.
Khutu.
Inhale into its mouth as you breathe.
- Magic.
Magic wrapped around the flesh.
Magic stored on scales and nails.
"Shh, shh."
Seeing the magic trying to wrap itself in one, like taking in light, Dikuld cools his liver. The sweat shed in the battle pulled at once, and I felt my spine stroked cold.
And then, in the agony of having to run away, I try to unwave Ray's hand.
But that will be complete while I fight Ray's grip trying to stick my nails apart.
Defense diminished with it. Dikuld, who found his way there alive, even tried to wave his fist down...... Ray's attack was slightly faster.
Magic unleashed like rays. The red flash swallowed Dikuld. At that moment, a hand that never left me, no matter what I did, is puckered open.
And Dikuld was blown over the rubble where he was again.
That was Ray's move to mimic the dragon's brace. I just compressed and unleashed the magic collected by the magician, and it's not as powerful as a demon blast.
The intrusion was only to the extent of blowing it away, as was the brace of the water dragon, but in close proximity to each other's limits, it could have been a sufficient determinant.
But did you still not skip consciousness out of Dikuld's will?
Flirty and risen Dikuld.
Each other is full of creativity. Still trying to take a step, he - fell. On the spot, he bent his knee like a sudden loss of strength, spreading the wrapped light and falling.
"Time limit…"
Power beyond its limits is lost and carelessness crawls up from the tip of your hands and feet.
"Not yet..."
But it moves. At the price of exceeding the limit, you shouldn't be able to move, but your hands, your feet, your mouth moves.
He wanted to get up.
Limit sublimation.
Further above the limit breakthrough. Its effects are the mitigation of the cost of breaking the limits and the rise in its effects.
That's when he literally crossed the limit. The skills gained thereby eased the price.
But that doesn't make the damage done to you go away.
Already the limit. For a different reason than the price, he could not stand up.
Eventually, Dikuld stopped scratching his feet.
Enough.
I've had enough.
I did it all. I ran out of prepared hands and all the power I grabbed on this occasion. That's why I lost.
I have no regrets.
Besides...
- I smashed Ray's defense.
That satisfied Dikuld.
I'm still standing next to Ray.
Dikurdo wakes up with his trembling hands and becomes a buttcake wearer. And
"I lost. Surrender."
I admitted to losing.
This is still in the middle of a battle.
Next time, you can win again.
Me and Ray are rivals forever.
"Okay, now you're my step lead"
Soon Ray, pulling his sword out of his belly, approached Dikuld with a grin.
And I tried to give Dick a hand who sat up,
"Ammo!"
I made a big deal out of it.
"What are you doing? I'm not dressed as a winning habit."
"Open up."
Raising his face while keeping the wound under control, the scales emit light and disappear.
Ray was the limit again. So much so that the dragonization is released on its own. And the limit breakthrough like leftover incense gradually diminishes.
"Then now, my 7826 win"
"My 7825 win"
"" 3 draws ""
A decision between the two of us.
When was it decided? That was still rooted between the two of us.
That's crazy, the two laugh at each other.
The two of them remain the same. It's been the same for years.
He remained a kid who hated losing so much that he was just super.