Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

There is a right straight that is emitted by the current protection.

If you were a Grim Crows person, you wouldn't even be able to recognize it - it was a blow that would have killed you.

If you want to conclude.

The fist struck Mercosur directly.

The point of impact is on the left cheek. The thick neck bounces to the side, and the shoulders wave heavily so that the impact propagates. In terms of game analogy, should we also describe it as a visible and easy-to-understand shot motion?

(― ― ― ha)

Among the karate boys, there is a certainty of overthrow and a sense of shoulder-piercing.

It comes out confidently, if you think about how much you use it. In the end, it was the same one-punch knockaway as the Yongsheng [Mage] who defeated us so far.

Immediately after the impact.

The left half of the visual field of the current protection was lost.

………… ………………

Sudden darkness. Leaning body. Two or three steps back naturally.

Face. Severe pain.

What's going on? Did you lose your face?

While staggering, he somehow turned his face upwards. In the dullness of penetration, your vision still recovers immediately.

Upper part of left cheek. It was only after a few seconds that I understood that I had been hit close to my eyes.

Don't even step on it. I don't even know how to stand up for myself. A terrifying body of nature. I just saw Mercosur's face sticking out his right arm in a foolish fashion.

(... ha? What...? What happened...)

I got it. I got it first, sure.

And it worked. Mercosur, who had eaten the right straight, was shaking his flesh as hard as his shoulders.

(That's it....)

Instead of falling, the opponent didn't even seem to have worked.

On the contrary, if you notice it, you are being struck.

"Ah, Aliumi..."

"Rugo..."

Edvin and Belgrette call out from behind.

"...... Fu"

She took a deep breath and patted the floor with her tongue and toes.

Apparently, I'm getting more tired than I expected. I can't defeat it with my fists, and I get the opposite, etc. I made the two of them watching behind uneasy.

Determine that my performance is falling below expectations.

Miscalculation, misunderstanding. Therefore, it could not be defeated, and this one worked because it was received from the unconscious.

At the same time as the exodus came to that conclusion.

Mercosia lowered her right arm and turned her neck slightly.

Stroke

And too natural.

The man walks towards the sanctuary. Without a moment's rest, I didn't think I'd be close enough to the enemy. It's like a walk.

――

Meanwhile, she waited in a slightly forward leaning position while also protecting her unguarded.

You're going to be surprised by that lack of vigilance. Don't miss out. Whatever attack is coming, we'll make sure it's done. Now it's time to take it down.

That's why the karate boy kept an eye on him.

I didn't even step in vigorously. I don't even raise my arms high. Mercosia, who seemed to be defenseless and had come to the front of the defense, struck her right fist with ease from a position almost equal to that of a stick.

Oh, my God. Handmade, handmade. That's how you get on with it. Are you licking it?

I blocked the blow with my left hand and sank it with my right sword, but it exploded.

"Ngh!?"

Goggles, funny sounds.

That right fist that shouldn't have any hips in it. I prevented it, but the body of the protective torrent ran backwards. My arm is numb.

(What the hell!? This punch...!)

Tska, Mercosia lightly filled her left arm. I also had no strength at all. It just looks like you're trying to stick your arm out.

"Ugh!"

However, it is judged to be dangerous to undergo. As soon as I rinsed it in Sweden, it flew to my right. Then left, right, left.

With no stamina or reservoirs, the bursts of fire spin faster. Besides, even if you shake the sky, the balance won't break. However, this protection continues to spread with footwork and a sense of distance. Has mysterious power, but if you don't hit it, it doesn't make sense.

(I see, if you think about it)

The opponent had no reason to be obsessed with pure unarmed fighting.

Same as Kinsol earlier. It's this Grimcrows fight that doesn't know what's going to happen just by touching it. If you apply some kind of magic to a fist that only appears to be handmade--

(That's right. If you know that,)

I misunderstood myself from the appearance of being close to the earthlings.

Straight to the right with a flying hammer. Ducked and idle, the Guardian slammed his left body into Mercosia's right flank with an extended recoil. Gnarly, it's got a heavy and definite hand. Gakun, when I break the opponent's knee. The sound of your breath leaking from up close.

(Huh, it's over!)

Hit. It's over. It's won.

- Didn't you think so?

The decision was momentary.

Without seeing the trend of the opponent immediately afterwards, the protective torrent did not jump much.

And into that space.

A few moments ago, Mercosur's right elbow was knocked out of a shelter.

――……

With no expression at all, the figure of a man who remained in an empty swinging position with his elbow beaten.

Unconsciously, the defender drinks spit.

"If I hadn't taken a step back, I would have gotten that..."

"Why don't you step on the same trampoline?" You seem to have the ability to learn. "

Mercosur murmured as she corrected her posture with an open mouth. Gurin, gurin, turn your shoulders in a burningly soft way.

"Shut up. You're making a mistake in your use of physical strengthening at best." No, well, I'll make you mistake it. "

Physical enhancement. As the name suggests, the Oracle is an oracle that enhances physical function. In principle, it is impossible to apply it permanently, and it is used to target this moment and fold it all at once. The same applies to defense. If you use it the moment the blow arrives, the surgeon can temporarily endure the fist of protection.

In other words, if you can skillfully switch between attack and defense, you can also win a melee battle against defense--

"I don't use it."

The voice that came from behind belonged to Belgrette.

"That man... doesn't use any Divine Rune Technique [Oracle], much more than strengthening his body..."

Unbelievable, such a moody voice.

Of course, I don't look back at my enemies.

While keeping an eye on Mercosur, we consider what it means to be in exile.

"Yeah... I can't see the [sway]..."

Julie agreed to that.

――――

Then what?

Why isn't this man falling? Why is such a powerful blow unleashed?

Anyway, if Belgrette and Julie can't sense the "sway", it's already confirmed.

This man doesn't use the Divine Rune Technique [Oracle] to strengthen his body.

It was only natural to think about it in the first place. "Swaying" is like a leaking aura when exercising the Divine Chanting "Oracle". It hides the chanting and triggering of attack magic from understanding, but the advantage of deliberately making the [shake] of physical enhancement such is weak.

If so.

(I knew it...!)

It's quicker to come up with an answer that only has one answer.



Once again, Mercosia, who has been at a carefree distance, unleashes a distinctive left hook.

Complete no-motion, no stomping, no sway, no hip rotation.

Bending over instantly, I dived into it, and the current protection flashed back to the right straight. The [matching] aimed at the end of the opponent's attack. It is not easy to escape with first-class warriors, of course, not by mistake or coincidence.

Therefore, direct strike.

Mercosur's left cheek bounces, and his shoulders are lifted by the power of it.

"Ugh!"

And the wanderer recognized it.

The lifted Mercosia's shoulders spun around. Like a willow blowing in the wind. Or to embody the word "arm-pushing" in warmth.

Using this rotational force of the shoulder blade, Mercosur's right straight was launched in a straight line.

"Nhhh!"

A shock that pierces through the center of your chest.

Freshly shaken with his right fist, Liu Shui could neither defend nor evade, and was battered and retreated.

However, while holding his breath, he stood still and was alert to the pursuit.

Mercosur, on the other hand, contrasts. He exhaled and stood quietly in a weak state. Just looking at it coldly.

"No, you son of a bitch..."

"...... Lugo......"

It would have been obvious to Edvin and Belgrette, who were watching from behind.

― ― Lyugo Ariumi lagged behind in a pure meat battle.

In the bare hands struggle, I was' pushed back '.

The surprise of the two of them.

………………

I'm short of breath. My chest hurts from a direct blow.

Certainly, the battles so far have exhausted the castle. I had just died from a double punch of burns and frostbite. I have pain in my body due to exposure to extreme temperature changes. Breathless. Not in the best condition.

But I didn't have to do that.

(This guy's technology......)

There was no longer any doubt. This man has mastered some kind of Earth combat technique. at an extremely high level.

Both in terms of power and speed, the Grim Crows is the best way to unleash their special power in the world. Mercosur has no such peculiarity, according to the impressions we have confronted. However, it is such an overwhelming [skill] that it also blocks the advantage of the Stream Protection.

"... it's sturdy, isn't it?"

Mercosia said nothing without changing her complexion and faintly turned her shoulders. Its behavior is very molluscic. My shoulder blades had a wide range of motion.

"You're the first one not to fall on my [strike] properly."



At this moment, the fuzzy guess got a clear answer.

"... I see, you... [Sistema]...!"

Although he was a karate boy who had seen various martial arts, this was the first time he had actually experienced them.

― ― Sistema.

Those who are interested in martial arts and martial arts may have heard of their names.

In the early 1990s, it was one of the Russian martial arts that came to light on the occasion of the collapse of the Soviet Union, and public history would enter a new category if compared to other martial arts.

However, the new and the shallow are not synonymous.

The technology handled by the master is extremely practical. With knives, spears, and even firearms, this martial arts technique is now being introduced by a variety of agencies, including Russian special forces.

As far as we know at the moment, it is spreading around the world, and there should have been dojos and classrooms in Japan.

"I thought it looked like that... but seriously." You're Russian, you bastard. "

The language is Japanese-Ilestanian speaking Mercosur, but I'm sure.

Someday I've thought about it. Why are all the Japanese people coming to this other world? Dr. Locke hypothesized to the question of such protection. There might be foreigners coming. It's just that we're not aware of it.

How did this Mercosian man come to the Grim Crows? What kind of circumstances are you participating in Orkestar?

I'm curious, but for the time being, there's nothing I can do but destroy this sistema.

When I heard the words of Mercosur, I saw a change in Mercosur's expression for the first time.

"...... I see, you are......"

A slightly open-eyed, surprised face. There is no doubt that it is a reaction to the presence of the hometown warrior.

"That's right, it's the same Earth." Shall we stop skirmishing and talk about it? "

The boy's reply was unexpected.

"...... I'm not like you." I'm not interested. "

Without saying whether it is or not. Mercosur takes a leisurely step out of both arms in the hip rest position, striking the right straight of the no-motion.

……

Somehow, as he reacted and hardened his defenses, a gong and hard impact spread through Faavnar's armor.

(Damn, I don't know the timing...!)

If you do something about the left hook that comes after you immediately, it will also be on the right. If you take it with a small hand, you will run a numbing shock.

Finally, the point of convergence has been reached.

Strike, the blow of the Sistema Stream, which is referred to as the Strike.

The fist, which is carried out from the ultimate weakness, contains the mass of the upper limb. Unlike karate and boxing, it does not use the spring of the body or the recoil of kicking the ground. Since there is no wasted force on the shoulders, arms, or even the fists, it is difficult to understand the precursor-reserve motion. In other words, it is difficult to deal with it. Even though weakened, the weight of the fist is heavy, as if a steel ball was strung on the tip of a string. If you are hit, you will be hit by a shock that you think you were hit with a blunt instrument.

Stand up, step in, and attack.

As a result of swinging the attack rather than firing, the body follows. Fluidly, without force. Therefore, the fabrication is fast.

Besides, even though it was supposed to be better at pure speed, my reaction would be delayed before I could see [Mimi] 's battle technique for the first time. As a result, the speed difference is filled.

And then,

Shit!

Losing and counterattacking left jab. The arrow that destroyed countless enemies from the time it was home and in the battle within this Ice Palace "Palace Shell On",

(Direct hit...!)

Geez, I can handle it. Mercosur's cheeks are pushed, distorted and tilted.

Hit it. Just like all the other enemies.

And yet,

――

The shoulders of the systemaers are being spun around. In its rotation, an impact is captured. And it changes the tip of the spear and is released. From the stupid shoulder, a left fist shot out like a turn of mind.

"Gu, gh!"

Somehow I took a step back to prevent it and was pushed back.

The right from the distance measurement is also not in time. I was interrupted by One-Two's counterattack. A blow that reflects its own power.

(Son of a bitch...!)

In time, about a dozen seconds. Unbelievable blows continue to reward.

Not only fists, but also kicks were staggered, and it was clear.

It's a shield that is supposed to strike me directly from time to time, but it doesn't damage Mercosia.

An attack on the upper body is the force of rotation from the chest to the shoulder blades.

Attacks on the lower body are knee flexion and the movement of raising one leg.

I'm not leaning my body to the point of being effective. With its willowy, flexible motion, it kills the power of the attack.

If attacked, it returns a more immediate parry of weakness.

If you wait, there are still a number of quick blows that swing the blackjack of weakness.

And there's no clear line between them.

Attack, defend, or vice versa. Instead of switching clearly, both of them are connected as a cotton jacket.

……

There was a fact that had to be admitted even if there was no response.

(This is the level......)

The dimensions are different.

The instant astonishment created a state of concentration.

The left fist of Mercosur was struck with a swedish sword, while the right back fist of the backblow was struck by the jaw of the shield.

――――

White consciousness.

Shit. Come on.

I desperately keep my ego in my cloudy thoughts. Pull your chin so you don't get struck anymore, and keep your arms on your back so that your defenses don't drop.

Basically, it was an unusual stance to have an emphasis on avoiding the opponent's attacks with Unguard.

Ugh, ahhh!

Rather than defeating the enemy, he continued to dare to push forward in order not to lose consciousness.

If you hit the right fist, the recoil will instantly fly the opponent's right fist. Power and speed that only returns the pressed amount. I get a direct hit, and my thoughts are fading again.

And if I was alert to the counterattack, I would come forward from the other side and hit them with a series of blows. It is also diverse and skillful, and is emitted at various angles and timings. All ammo is impossible to dodge. I will get a few shots after all.

Besides, unlike before, Mercosia's aim was set at a critical point in the human body. It accurately punches holes dotted on the midline and limbs.

This means that it was judged to be "targeted" during the torpedo attack.

A testament to the power gap.

Even though you should be outnumbered by your speed and strength, the opponent's technology completely nullifies it. A number of accurate and unmatched blows pushed the target past the critical point, without interfering with our durability.

(But you can't just try to hit me like an idiot, just aim at the counter...!)

I sewed up the gap, and I managed to get my right fist...

"Ahhhh!!!?"

And finally, the counter failed.

He no longer hits his opponent, but is beaten unilaterally.

Your health is starting to run out. I can't keep up anymore.

(Damn it, do something... do something to catch the current...!)

Thinking that his fist had hit him from a position where he did not receive a counterattack, Mercosur leaned his body's axis like a pushed warmth, and exhaled uniquely with a "hyuh". It is a clear parry of its power.

(Keep going... you're riding!)

Left jab. Fake and fake, right fist. Mercosur's mechanically sober eyes follow its motion with precision. The latter is recognized as the principal order.

Yeeeee!

Therefore, direct strike.

Both left and right fists are feint. The main order is left-hand high kick. Mercosur's right shoulder is struck by the tip of the left foot, which rises from the proximal side.

It was one of the reasons why it was so draining and difficult, but until now, the torrenting had reduced the frequency of kicks and responded with fists.

Therefore, a complete unexpected blow. It would have been impossible to offset the power.

(That's right...!)

- But...

It was a hard feeling like kicking a rubber tire.

Is the leg stretching from this state of adhesion interesting?

Karate houses, sea currents protection, and left-handed high. That was the only response the Grimcrows would get from a man who had received an instant death blow.

I stared unexpectedly at the protective leg that patted my shoulder.

(... this guy...?)

The plain and sturdy sound was stunned, but a certain suspicion crossed the brain of Liu Shui...

The instantly flying lower kick accurately stepped through the shaft foot and right knee. A joint kick that I haven't shown you before. So you still have a repertoire of moves. A fist that aimed at a critical area of the human body flew to the point where it collapsed. Among people, Xia Kun.

It's as if the stonemasons are polite and chill as they sharpen the rocks.

"But..."

I was attacked and leaned to a place where I had to chase after them.

Two or three shots.

I don't know if I'm getting a fist or a kick anymore.

…… …………

A number of precision strikes are sure to thwart the boy. I shaved steadily. No matter how hard I was hit, no matter the power difference, I was accurately shot through the sharp spot. Damage accumulates.

There is no longer any doubt.

- This man who calls himself Mercosur.

As a fighter, he was overwhelmingly above the protection of the ocean currents.