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

Straight-line flamethrowing bullets are hidden behind giant trees.

The flaming technique that flew in at high speeds hit a thick and tough trunk, one foggy after the other. Even though the firepowder scatters on the branches, the swings of the Red Lotus disappear without burning them. That appearance was also similar to a damp, non-lit fireworks.

Because it really doesn't burn. It's amazing. Hey, and so on, Lifeguard slightly peeks into his face and throws off pebbles. But it was held back by the standing trees, and the stone flew in the direction of the day after tomorrow as it jumped like a pinball.

Confronting enemies - the black-clad man quickly turns his fingertips as he strays into the shade of a tree.

"Do it."

As soon as he flipped himself behind the tree, a spark scattered over the nearby branches informing him of the landing.

"Shit."

A shootout of a detective drama, a modern Japanese boy punched his tongue.

A concurrent chanter, Maggie, can kill a second, but that's a story if you face each other from the front where there's nothing.

In a place as dim and full of obstacles as this forest, it is difficult to approach first.

I wish I could get close without finding it at the first stage, but it's not something that works that well either. If they find us, it will be a shootout of surgery - a long shot. At first, although the shield can also release stone crushes, that is not the only thing that can be resisted. The shooting still raises arms on the chanter Mage.

By instantly killing Hyunnupapio early in the opening, he was a drift shield who always wondered if he could get through, but he still didn't seem to do so well.

Now I had just walked through the woods and defeated the single big man I had just encountered, and the moment I tried to catch a breath, I was just being raided by a pair of black scumbags. They were two black clothes like assassins, but managed to knock one down, leaving one behind.

- But.

"..., ugh"

Karate houses exhale loudly as they scratch the sharply flying flaming god chant Oracle and move from shade to shade.

A depressed forest with no sign. High summer temperatures. Unexpected raids, forced streaks, unfavourable ranged combat.

Even though it was drift protection, the focus was beginning to shrink, albeit slightly.

More than thirty minutes from the opening artillery. The number of defeated is three. The time limit is seven hours. The number of participants is one hundred and eighty-nine.

(Damn, I'm going to be distracted. Don't be considerate ahead, this is-, ever!

At the end of his sight, he releases a stone reflexively toward a black shadow that flies out like a slip.

"Gu!"

Good thing it was luck or aim? The throw struck directly into his abdomen, and the blackcrumb moaned and stopped the movement. but shallow. All the while here, the drift shelter kicked the ground and popped out.

He breaks through the trees, jumps over the mud, and fleshes to Maggie, a black chanter with a stopped leg. In the blink of an eye, in time for the melee - I stepped into my distance.

"Chi -!"

Did you brace your belly, Blackcrumb took an interception stance.

He manifests a blazing sword in his right hand and flashes in a slaughter orbit. The drift guard took this with his left hand and tilted his arm so that it remained open outward. It takes the form of being flushed into the movement, and the man breaks down. Relax big, I stomped flashy.

"Hey...!?

Regardless of what was prevented, you must have been surprised how easily they disturbed you. The stunned black-crushed face, its jaw tip, is struck out by the remnants of a fist that flew straight from the side.

One beat late.

The man broke his knee with a cum and let go of consciousness in a front-seat position.

The ring that was wrapped around the neck of the black-crush slips into a string, as if to proclaim the triumph of drift protection.

"... ugh..."

Exhaled with remnants, the boy looked around.

The forest is restoring tranquility. Someone never attacks me either.

Is the battle over for now?

While retrieving the ring, Lifeguard looks again at the armor wrapped around his arm.

The color is gray. The epidermis of a monster of atrocity, surprisingly covered with a hard scale like a mesh, neither the blow of drift protection nor the technique of the chanter Magee.

Ever since I got this...

Bowgun arrows unleashed by the bandits. Digos thunder stick. Attack technique trained with Gonder and Belgrette. Hyunu papio flame blade. And now received, the black-crushed flaming sword.

It was a shield that had dared to prevent many of the attacks that had to be fought until now, but it finally gained confidence and confidence.

Hands and karate skills with Farvnar materials. Together, they also made it possible to "turn and receive" the divine chant "Oracle.

Now the range of tactics is also extraordinarily wide.

(Ok......)

I was just trying to move around biting that sense of reality.

"Oops..."

I kicked it into something. If you drop your gaze to your feet - a bag with no earthen color is rolling.

Is it the black-crushed possession that is falling while sitting right next to me? This is a bag that was given to all participants before the start, containing one meal of portable food and a water bottle, and three Arsilegna leaves. From this bag, in addition to that, two stringed rings had popped out.

It is not an exaggeration to say almost no rules when it comes to combat, but there are few detailed prohibitions in other parts.

Do not take possession of the person you defeated, because one of them.

This, in the end, is what Tyzen said in a prior explanation, which forbade him to take the leaves of Arsilegna. Herbs with strong fatigue recovery and hemostasis and analgesic effects, distributed to each person only in three sheets. Depending on the operation, it will also be possible for the weak to defeat the strong, the so-called recovery item.

In other words, the rule: 'You must not take a healing item from the person you defeated'.

Tyzen, who explained this, said in a meaningful way that he would take it for what it meant to be as he said...

Together, the organizer said, "No squid is not squid," etc. If you're confident you won't find out, it's 'yes' to take it.

But in this forest, black water mirrors - so to speak, fixed point cameras - are installed, and the state of the struggle is said to be broadcast live. I have no idea about the first exodus of participation, but this moment is also being seen by someone - Bergrette, Sakuragiri, and 30,000 people.

In addition to such an environment, I have been told that strict checks will be carried out on the use of arcilegna leaves. Have the leaves of the defeated participants not been taken? If it is decreasing, did the customer use it or not?

If a detailed confirmation is entered into these parts and it is determined that it is black on the organizer side, it will be immediately disqualified.

If you are confident of scratching the eyes of these surveillance, breaking the ban is also effective.

Most importantly, I didn't feel like doing such a troublesome imitation, and I didn't feel like I could.

Do not touch the rolling luggage for this reason, but after the occasion.

"Mmm..."

That's how I walked out, and what I cared about - the weight of the ring.

There are four rings earned by Stream Protection at the moment. One obtained by destroying Hyunnupapio is given to white clothes on the spot, so there are three in his possession.

It's not going to be tense if it becomes a string, and if you pack it in a bag, it's going to fit as much, but if it keeps increasing, it's going to weigh a lot. I want to avoid blunting my movements with that.

Besides, drift protection is only aimed at winning. I simply need to stay as the last one, so I don't even need to retrieve the ring.

(… once you collect it, you may be able to take other awards…)

I think to myself it is clear whether to collect it or not, but it is the nature of not being able to throw away what you do not use unexpectedly. He was caught looking at the 'limited time' letters in a convenience store and was a boy who tended not to be able to use rare items for sale if he played RPG.

So, fu, a shadow glistening forward entered my sight.

Lifeguard hides herself in the shadows of the trees and watches what happens.

A beast path that breaks the grass and extends. Ahead, the figure, hidden from the midst of the turbulent trees - in pure white costumes, pruned boy heads. Definitely. White clothes.

(Just in time)

If you give it to them, they say there's no guarantee of retention, but that doesn't matter. I'll keep the rings I earned.

Having decided so, Liquid Protection began to chase after the white clothes only quickly.

"Hey, come on...!

That he was a drift after the white clothes he saw in order to keep the ring he had earned, but his feet were fast.

There is no precipitation in the footsteps of the white outfit that scratches the grass. As a drift shield, I'm wary of enemy attacks, so I'm really late. There's no reason to call it off aloud.

As such, I often go down roadless paths.

White clothes finally stopped me.

The surrounding landscape is a dim forest shadowed by trees unchanged in phase. If you try to protect it, it looks the same everywhere.

I finally caught up with the standing white clothes and called out to the back.

"I'm sorry."

The other person looks back silently.

Boy, pure white ethnic costume on the head, gutted physique. They unify their appearance as if they had, but if you just keep an eye on them, their faces are different. This person had a feminine face somewhere.

"Ring, I'd like you to keep it."

When the shield is offered, the white clothes snort and reach...

A rapidly accelerating arm, palm bottom, was punching through the jaw of the flowing shield.

"..., eh...!?

I don't know what happened, I kneel on the spot. I was kicked in the face without getting my hair in, and I couldn't stop rolling.

"but...,"

Kusaki. Looking down at the big-handed driftshield, the white clothes laugh.

"... hehe, hehe. Ha ha! I can't stop laughing! Always this guy, easily hooked up!

……

So I finally realize. Crouching low, but a high voice for an adult man in that body.

The moment I saw this person, I thought. She has a feminine face, he said.

But it's not. It's not female 'targeted'.

"... woman...!

"Ooh. I talked about it with a lot of crap. Yes, Atai is a woman!

He kicked me where I tried to wake myself up groaning, and also the drift protection rolled.

"What do you say, intense?!? Atai's kicking! Even a big man gets bored!

Two, three shots and he gets kicked in the foot, and he goes into a gobble and a servo.

"Ha-ha-ha! It's an easy mon! Don't you know what it is? Let me tell you something!

Convinced of the win, the bald-headed big woman began to speak satisfactorily.

"Huff. After entering the forest, first check the location of the blackwater mirror installation. Precisely, not captured by a mirror... not in anyone's eyes, looking for blind spots. There's a lot of shielding around and it's hard to find."

That's exactly where she laughs.

"If we even find a great place, it'll be easier later. I was wearing it under my traveling outfit. In this white outfit, I take my wig off. He pretends to be white, lures his prey here, and ends his alarm..."

scratch breeding grass leaves,

"It's an easy mon. It's" Anything, "and he always fools me."

That's what I said, and the woman who saw her as a shield...

"Huh!?

I peeled my eyes and solidified.

"I see. It's awesome to be a kid with that. Wouldn't you throw away too many women?"

As if nothing had happened, I saw him sitting around in a Hussein.

"Become... you little... why are you so flat and cancerous!

"Even if they say so. Didn't I just get a little kicked?"

In fact, it was a painful kick inside. Probably using physical enhancement. Hard metal is also applied to the tip of the shoe.

The same man might have been defeated, but there is a high physical strength in this world, the Arima Current Protection. Of course what hurts was painful, but it hasn't taken much damage. After deliberately rolling flashly from himself to reduce his power, he also guards the steeple.

"You'll find out soon enough like this. If the loser declares to be in white clothes or something, it's not Yippats."

"Ha... that's fine with me."

The big woman spits and throws away, kicking the ground at her feet while the beast about to advance.

"Atai is not about winning anything. I'm not interested in rewards either. Just..."

I can't even feel the dust of colour on the appearance of bellows and tongues. Except there were signs of beastly fierceness.

"I just can't wait to like butch a guy who misunderstands me as strong!

A woman rushing over releases a kick to the right with momentum. Arc in low kick orbit, targeted face kick.

"Ho."

The drift guard stays seated and takes this with the armor of his left arm and plays it. With the momentum of a knife to return, my left foot immediately flies. This one, too, flows with the right hand. As in re-baking, the process continues.

"I know you've been fooled! No exchanging! of a bastard getting bogged down by a woman......, look at the frightened tsara wow! I'll light the fire without tamans! Bisho, you're gonna get wet. Oh, my God!

It must be martial arts passed down somewhere. Its footsteps are sophisticated, heavy and quick, and are tapped alternately to the right and left. Lower kick with hips in twelve minutes.

- But.

"Yo, ho."

If it is "received," it is a family art for karate shields.

Right, left and successive kicking storms. As if it were a ordained martial arts, the boy prevents all of it with the armor of both arms. Stay seated - relaxed, extended.

"... Ko, when...!?

The rush and fatigue begin to float in the woman's face.

"Yo!"

After a moment of weakening of the offense, the drift shield immediately rose. Step forcefully on both feet and make sure your feet are on the ground. The damage that was hitting his jaw and sounding in his lower body was no longer fully healed.

Wipe the dirt on your cheeks with the back of your hands and make them laugh provocatively.

"Hey, Bisho, have you gotten wet? With cold sweat."

"Horrible, little monk!

Shit. The woman releases in the mood is the palm bottom on the right. Now snort at the tip of your nose and give in an instant. Swirl your body quickly as you crouch, paying off your opponent's foot with your flashing right leg.

"Nah!?

With her feet together, she was swept away, and the body of the eldest woman floated in the universe. At that moment, the drift shield turns behind.

- When I once fought Belgrette and Crearia, there was a battle where I laid them on the ground, and it became.

But this is a heavenly banquet.

Then you won't win. Yeah, and this woman won't give up easily again. Gatai and temperament like a beast.

Flashing a handkerchief to the neck of a woman with a butt cake and full of gaps.

"...,... gu, ah"

The big bald woman groaned briefly and was crushed to the side. The ring that was wrapped around his thick neck loses light, becomes just a string and unwraps it.

"Ha..."

Not in the blackwater mirror - winning a battle without a seer, Liquid Protection drew a fist of remnants.

An unintentional blow with a 'pseudomorphism' on white clothes, the back of neutrality. Exactly anything, eaten or eaten. It's a wild beast.

I guess a few of them have already been hooked and fed, considering what the woman said.

I'm not willing to win from the start. Disqualification is superior, the very purpose of beating a man up.

Aren't all contestants looking to win the pinnacle or prize money?

"I'm not willing to say anything to people's hobbies... but I'm paying a lot of money to get out, and I'll do it... Ooh, while..."

Though it was the steeple that protected it, the part that was just kicked complains of pain.

I was wondering if I should try the supplied Arsilegna leaves, but it's a limited edition three precious pieces. I also hear that it is extremely effective. It was decided that it should still be kept warm.

"This can't be alarming. No, seriously..."

Alone but recovering the ring the woman wore, the boy followed the scene.