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

A people who live in a harsh desert; therefore, there is no alarm.

- The man's talent was, without a doubt, real.

Earlier 'hit' was Hyunnupapio Beg.

The power of the current shield, which was predicted from the impression of being heard and actually confronted by his compatriot, Barbados.

The man from the demon warrior "Maygus" felt this little opponent like a beast.

The feeling is right, and hence there is no alarm. Hyonupapio was grasping the best choice in the realm of the moment, without differing.

If your opponent is a beast.

You can't be alarmed - you're on the "eating side."

Fire to open. A blast of fireworks makes even the earth faintly tremble.

- It arrives if you touch it, in close time.

Where does the blow that is carried out to kill the opponent end up flying to?

For a few moments the finish of the fireworks won't go away either.

Hyunnupapio twisted his long torso to fold it and stepped in lower than the back length of the drift shield.

If you mow your consciousness in one blow and disable your enemies. Aim for - the head.

The reading is centered, and a stormy fist passes just above the head of the succumbing magician Maygus. The right fist of the drifting shield ends in underdevelopment, tearing only the atmosphere.

It should be noted that there was no chills running on Hyunnupapio's spine as close as if he felt the pressure of an auspicious arm crushing everything.

(- Medicine, Hihi)

There is only one thought.

(If you kill a lot, you give me a lot of pills. That's what Dj Foul said)

The red light shined brightly on Hyunnupapio's right arm.

"The Flaming Sickle Blade" Farayo Nayom ".

The slaughter of the flames that elect a curved blade is a stunt of pearls that has clasped many necks before. A glimmer of resentment that has slaughtered a hostile human being, equally, walking in the desert.

It's like a spring. Stretched out of a succumbing position, Hyonupapio flashed a sharp blade as the momentum remained. The pointy flame goes to the stray neck with sucking accuracy. Aim for the gap between the ring wrapped around the neck and the mandible.

- The feeling of ripping the neck and cutting off the meat.

He doesn't dare to finish with a blow, knocking him in as far as his neck, tearing his neck apart little by little like a sliced, dull scarecrow. Cut a thousand bakes.

I enjoy the process of gasping for pain, bloodstained, desperately stained eyes disappearing without power -

It should have been.

"..., what? Ah?"

The flame blade does not convey the feeling of a sweet fracture.

I visited, kah, and a hard hand. That's as if a badly cut scarecrow got hooked.

The trajectory of pruning was inhibited by the boy's raised left arm. Precisely by the gray hand that covered its arms. The epidermis, filled with plain scales, don't just pass through teeth, such as Hyonupapio's flames.

(.................. bah,)

Stupid.

Ever since I met this man. For less than five minutes, the flaming blade of the whole spirit manifested by concentrating and practicing.

You should be able to prevent it with the same protective equipment.

In the first place, he reacted to my speed.

But that would be because Hyunnupapio was full of talent. Immediately corrected the thoughts that were on the verge of confusion and switched without hesitation.

The opponent just emptied his right fist and used his left arm as a shield. I still have my left arm.

(- Death, heh!

Left with red fever on the rampage. Atmospheric scorching swinging red light.

The moment I was sure I'd won, the man's world blew up.

Hyonupapio Beg continued to select and execute the best means in this short battle without mistake until the end.

Just.

The current wall, no matter what means he exhausted, was an insurmountable wall from the beginning, just to say.

The kick up to the right released by the stream protection was meshing Hyunnupapio's jaw with the gut, crushing it, and jumping straight up his neck. As if fleeing that outrage, the shattered teeth bounce and fly with the blood splash.

――……

Without any emotion.

Flushing guard dropped Hyunnupapio's body as he leaned down on his back.

In large letters, the man of Magic Fighter "Maygas" sinks. His whole body cramped into small pieces, and blood bubbles were spilling out of his crushed jaw.

"- Hey."

It must have come off in one blow and was up.

It came down in a string and grabbed it unconstitutionally. The string held in his hand began to emit a pale and blue light as he echoed.

Testimony of the participants in the heavenly banquet. It came off Hyunu Papio's neck, it was a ring.

"I see... now you get a collar, does that mean? -So."

The end of the mouth hangs in distortion. A fierce grin that exfoliated the dog's teeth, reminiscent of the beast freed from the cage.

"- So you mean to start...!

A total of 30,000.

That many people were silent for a few moments, as shown together.

And. Understand the meaning of the sight you witnessed and detonate it simultaneously. An earthquake-minded cheer engulfed The Garden of the Infinite. In fact, the stony spectator seats are vibrating as the guests step on their feet.

"No, Yikes..., Yikes - Yikes!? Nah, what a 124, Lugo Aliumi! That staggering happened instantly too! He slashed and dropped Hyunupapio Beg, a constituent of Maygas, a demon martial artist who is seen as a winning candidate, in one blow. Ah -!

Scenomea stands halfway and screams. The audience became more enthusiastic, as they stood together.

'Listen, you big cheer! My communications are going to be scratched off! So much blow! That's not by witchcraft either...... what a kick flash! I, I couldn't see! I saw Lugo lift his legs high...... Hyunnupapio was down and realized it was the first time he hit a kick...... it was over!

The 'reflection' of the black water mirror switches and a special seat appears from the center to the left half.

There's a witch looking in the mirror like a shudder. She was suddenly shy of being shown earlier, but now she's just hardened with a surprise face. The governor sitting nearby was also nailed to the mirror with a frown root.

"Saeri in the special seat and the governor next door... they're all staring in the mirror with a stunned look on their faces -! Wanted to be a momentary tragedy...... Mr. Zeilin, what's the record!?

"... in three seconds."

Even the transcendent groaned incredibly, and the loud cheer made even more noise.

"... three,... and... ouch."

Finally, the voice of Scenomea is swallowed up and the vortex of fanaticism is enlarged.

"... Huh!

Belgrette unconsciously held her fist for a long time.

Exactly a blow special.

I knew it. If you're a shield, you're sure to do it. Still, I can't help but tremble.

(..., wow, Lugo is...)

We met that day, strange boy.

Save the Belgrettes' crisis countless times and steadily achieve results. Show strength in front of more than two hundred people and become guerrillas. And now, it's driving 30,000 people crazy.

(............... really)

"No, no. You're surprised, this is... It's not something you can see inside."

The gentleman in the example sitting next to him also applauded with a half laugh.

'Sa, come on, what a shocking opening...... now white clothes are rushing over to the fallen Hyunu Papio players. I can't even move Pickle, is it a dangerous condition'

In fact, it was a blow that didn't seem strange even if he was dying instantly.

Whenever I see the skill of drift protection, I wonder how much I was relieving myself in a duel with myself, and Belgrette feels complicated.

'... Well, it's true, Lugo sank his opponent in just three seconds... but whether this is to be certified as a first blow is another story - isn't it, Mr. Duen?'

'Yeah. Although, I think it's pretty much definitive this time'

Immediately after the opening, the instant kill play by kicking.

The shocking impression is also made, but the fact that the opponent is the magician "Maygas" is significant. A group that was regarded as the winning candidate's meritocracy, yet behaved as they please in the city, with a prominent unscrupulous attitude. Hyunu Papio is one of them. Many will have fallen back on the look of 'villains' defeated by a bitter blow.

Furthermore, the point is that Lifeguard has won the Divine Chant "Oracle" - without the use of witchcraft.

This country called Lefe, which sees art as God's mercy and also has a severe Gaicellius faith. The overwhelming unscrupulous force reminiscent of the hero is too much to buy popular pleasure. Half of the fanatics should be sending praises for not using the technique more than they did for instant killing - Duen explained.

'Speaking of which... I'm a Lugo player who's had just one blow, one instant to put down his opponent, but there doesn't seem to be any indication that someone is going to set me up from around...'

'That goes for it, too. Don't let them show you all that stuff.'

A little transcendental Zeilin laughs at Kanrakara.

'I see... But the... faster than Mr. Duane's nine seconds, three seconds...'

"Huff. You don't have to worry about it. It's a pleasure to have a new record."

A man's nickely grin appears in a black water mirror.

The smile was a colourless expression, laughing but not laughing - feeling something cold somewhere.

…………

It is not a strength or a vanity.

Just cold. As if, fine dust isn't interested either.

Belgrette felt that way.

(Shit...)

A single blow sank his enemies, but he struck his tongue with his heart and dropped his gaze on his right arm. Not too black, not too white. The colour of the skin exposed from the short sleeves can be considered very common Japanese.

(Right, you got clammy......, the forest is dimmer than I expected, and I should have made it a black long sleeve)

It's the heat of the summer. Naturally, the shield was wrapped around a simple short-sleeved top bought in the capital. The color is light brown. Comfortable and airy, it is one of my favorites. but

(Assuming there are other participants and the same level of guys in the Demon Martial Artist "Maygas"... if I miss the paperwork, it's going to be a hassle)

So it's "Black Long Sleeve." In standing around in dark places, this works. The darkness makes it hard to see your fists. When I was in Japan, when I fought in the alley of a dim shopping district, that was even advantageous if I wore a black school run.

By the way, some black gloves are unpleasant, but the idea of preparing that much in this hot weather didn't come up beforehand, so I can't help it.

"Phew, you look uncomfortable while I instantly finish you off with this blow."

White clothes talking after Hyunu Papio's treatment.

"No... Ah. Can I ask you for this?"

As I recall, Qiushi offered the ring he was holding onto his white clothes. A white-colored judge with a good physique gives a slightly puzzled look.

"... is that good? I'll take care of it if I ask... but if I lose it, I can't be held responsible. I suggest you pack it in that bag."

"No, that's okay."

"Right."

Give me the ring, and the drift guard returns the heel.

He walked along a narrow beast path and vanished into a dim forest.

- As Duen guessed sitting in the explanatory seat.

Three chanteers, Maggie, were lurking in the grasshopper near it, where Lifeguard and Hyonupapio clashed. They in robes watched as they lay low in the shadow of the grass leaves.

As a result of the clash between the two sides, slap the remaining one. Or make a gap in your engagement and shoot through both sides from behind. I was going to.

…………

But now I'm just gonna kill my breath and drop it off. Don't find it.

Beat down the Demon Fighter "Maygus" man with a single blow, and instead of trembling with joy, just drop off the boy's hindsight as he walks away with a cold face.

- I couldn't move.

"... what... he..."

He's a young man who's not even old yet. The back length is also small.

But intuitive. Even the three of us can't win, he said.

"It wasn't long before I got my hands on it... but it could have been a shame."

Another whispers as he wipes his cold sweat.

Immediately after the start, a moment of tragedy. How many seconds did that happen? That boy would definitely have earned his first blow. This martial arts festival cannot be caught off guard because such a mighty man pops up.

But I found him to be an unusual user. I could understand who I should avoid, who I shouldn't get my hands on unless I let them wear out to their limits.

What they got as information can be described as a great harvest.

"... All right. I'll tail you."

That young man is strong. A literal kick. I can no longer imagine what would happen if I unlocked the Divine Chant "Oracle" with that.

However, it was also clear that he was an amateur at the heavenly banquet. He doesn't even show a bare gesture of lurking, and has given the rings he earned to white clothes where there is no certainty of retention.

Are you going to continue to fight from the front?

Pretty barbaric though - that kind of struggle never lasts long. It drains quickly. In other words, the opportunity will soon come.

The three lurked their breath and started tracking them as they killed their footsteps. This is the basic tactic in heavenly banquets, as shown.

The boy dropped one early and the three men followed him for a while.

Until then, a deep green grass that never even swayed into the wind makes the sound of leaf rubbing.

"... let's go"

"Oh."

Black as if a shadow stood from the ground. Two black-crushed men assimilated to the darkness, began to act.

Those who chase and those who are pursued. I am in a position to be pursued if I realise that I intend to be pursued - it will also be one of the main avenues in the Heavenly Boom Feast.