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

'Come on, it's been an hour and a half since we started! There are currently seventy-four shepherds! There are one hundred and fifteen left... Mr. Duane.'

"Yes."

'Is it from around a little after an hour, I suddenly feel like more shepherds are starting to...'

'Right.' Cause it's about time we started losing focus. '

Participants who were physically and mentally enriched at the beginning, but due to repeated explorations and battles, fatigue builds up. More overlooks and clutter, and more encounters - Duen explained.

'On the contrary… it is also time for powerful participants to start exerting their local power'

The sound rings with Bashun, the name of one participant dawns, and eventually disappears.

"Oh hey, one more while we're talking about that! This... '

The "reflection" expands the scene.

A cliffside corner with lots of ups and downs. Looking down at a man who looks like he's fallen bent over is a red-haired young man who hasn't sustained one wound yet. Those red eyes are cold everywhere against color, and the mouth shapes a terrible grin.

"Oops......, I'm out! 106, Dino Gailroen! It's another unharmed victory!... Damn, nevertheless...!

Good man, huh?

To Zeilin, who broke it to make it brown, he said, 'No!' He returned, and Scenomea continued with a single breath.

'Strong...... right? Even from my amateur I feel overwhelmed......'

'Yes. He freely follows a vast flame of heat... like a limb. Most importantly, the chanting time is extremely short relative to the scale of the art.... rather than'

Cut the words, Duen thumbs under his chin as he thinks.

'Rather than...?

'No. I won't leave the speculation zone, so I will refrain now... you will soon find out'

I avoided any explicit remarks and slightly hoisted the edge of my mouth.

- That way, one participant after another disappears. As sieved, those who lack strength disappear, and the mighty prevail.

"079, it's the victory of Chav Dapperve! I've had several direct witchcraft strikes, but I can't shake them! What a simultaneous opponent of the two and destroy them, not even the one!

In the woods, a giant figure is shown overlooking two fallen chanteers, Maggie. His appearance in the deep green woods was reminiscent of a fierce pig, as his obese body was in shape by the time he was excessive.

He's bleeding out of his head, but he's got a creepy grin without looking like he cared.

'There's no bitterness in dealing with you two... two, you're strong. After all, are you the one who has competed in the past?'

"No. I'm the first warrior to show up."

It was Duen who gave the instant answer. I'm not lost in the mouth of it, just because I know all the information about the participants.

"Oh, really?"

'Rather, the two people who are falling are more regular. Whatever, the skill of beating their knowledge and experience head-on without anything like that...... Interesting'

The way Chav fought was luxury itself.

Into it unintentionally, even in an attempt to get some attack technique, beating the chunks of ice it produces. In the juxtaposed sorcerer, he ends up being blown away without the art of exchange. Its power, exactly as the pig's rampage. It was an easy diagram to understand.

In the next scene shown, the battle was in the middle of nowadays.

"Okay, you're hooked, you son of a bitch! This, this!

'That's good, Gadgad! convolute!'

"Blah, blah, blah, blah! Stop it! Stop it, damn it!

battle, may not be powerfully lacking to call it.

One big man caught in a deep pit was being petrified and operated by two men standing on top.

"Wah, okay surrender! surrender! '

Not surprisingly, a man in a pit puts his hand around his own neck and pulls the ring apart.

Shortly afterwards, one of the names displayed in the mirror of the audience vanished in an interlocking fashion.

"Hmm. These two victorious names... to Gadgad Keras, you're Larutz Buffet"

"I see.... somehow, the '

Boring way to fight, huh?

'Yes, no! That's not true at all!

Scenomea shakes her neck to the side in a panic to Zeilin, who makes tea from the side.

'It's a solid standing around. In a way, it may be said that it is fundamental to the heavenly banquet. Mr. Larutz has been praised for these tactics and won the Bravery Award for his last martial arts festival.'

Duen explains that lightly. Nevertheless, it was undeniable that the audience's exuberance was one thing now, something like that.

So I keep standing there, the sound of a shepherd named Bashun telling me that he's out. If the scene is switched, a picture of the big man stretching by himself is shown.

"Ko, is this... yeah?

Perhaps the bewilderment of Scenomea. It just shows a fallen man, no one else. The man's ring is off, but there's also no way someone's coming to retrieve it.

"Hmm... sniping from a distance... is it"

That's what Duen guesses.

This too, in a sense, is the way to go. Do not engage directly from the front and strike surprises from afar.

In the end, the scene shifted further without the winner ever coming to collect the ring, and one honored man was mirrored. Zoggedly neat on his slender lengths, his face also seems to be that of a performer who stars in the play.

'And this is... 074, Greefoot Martyhawk! A corner of the winning candidate, who has always done well in past heavenly banquets as well... erm...?

As bewildered, Scenomea's voice becomes butt blurred. Was the condition interesting? Chin, and - At the same time as the sound of the little bell, Zeilin's voice, who pushed and killed and laughed, got on the comm.

Before the opponent you defeated yourself. Greefoot Martyhawk was crying with all his faint faces distorted. He also drools out his nose and even his saliva, and he cries out, whoa.

'How... did I, this is... I don't even seem to be hurt enough to cry...'

"Everyone is surprised at first sight."

It wasn't Duen, the commentator, who answered, it was Zeilin.

"Greefoot does," grieves "the opponent in front of him. According to what I've heard, even before the meal, I think of the animals that served as ingredients and cry."

'Ha, ha. Kind hearted...... what is it?

Zeilin turned a mean grin to Scenomea, who gave him a slightly overwhelming look.

'Scenomea, for example. Did your lord ever break his love and cry all night?

'Ha, eh!? This, love... what are you talking about?'

"Ugh. I cried so much that my tears withered... have you ever felt soothing and sunny?

'Huh? Well... I've cried and thought it was neat... but no, that! Why are you telling me this?'

"That's exactly what Greefoot does."

That said, Zeilin pointed to the blackwater mirror with his little finger.

- There it is. The scene where Greefoot, who has just cried, is smiling sunny. When he nods loudly enough, his footsteps gently disappear into between the trees. As if the tears I shed were lies until then.

'Sorrow first, cry. Cry, cry, cry all over, and then the sunny comfort of visiting...... pleasure. Getting that comfort is what Griefoot is all about.'

"It's... the..."

"Ugh, are you distorted?

Zeilin looks in the mirror with a glance at what he doesn't understand at all,

'The act of crying... there will be many things in tears, but shaking his heart is - a sentiment of sorrow. If it's to grieve, to cry... he can even "create the situation with his own hands"

……

Create grief. Understanding what that meant, Scenomea changed her complexion and silenced.

Did Duenfang ever fight with him?

"Yes."

Once confronted by Duen at the Heavenly Boom Feast, Greefoot said he was' grieving '. If you win, Duen Akelone's fame will fall to the ground -.

Though Duen won as a result, and Griefoot said he was fully 'sad' that he had lost.

'Well, that also means it won't snap... either way, would it have been okay to try being a greefoot player...'

'But the attitude that came to win was real... and above all - it was a formidable enemy'

Scenomea stared unexpectedly at Duen. It was surprising that this elusive samurai evaluated his opponent so frankly.

"This time he will be here with his arms up even more and with all due respect. I don't know what kind of activity you're going to show...... I'm looking forward to it '

Nicole grinned, and the champion so tightened.

I should have carefully scratched the green leaves to avoid making any noise.

The moment I got out of the shade, I ran into a batch.

Not enough steps. Closer than I thought, facing each other.

He was a frozen, beautifully shaped young man. If that outfit was in a robe, not a travel costume, I might have misjudged it as a forest spirit or something. The man sighs in his heart that he is very different from what his wife or daughter tells him to be "like a bear," etc.

Anyway, now that we've come across this - this honorable man in front of us is also a participant in the martial arts festival, which washes blood with blood.

"Damn."

An encounter directly from the front. I was going to move carefully, but I couldn't deny that my behavior was getting cluttered from tiredness. Arsilegna leaves, too, one more left. I wanted to avoid fighting as much as I could, but I wouldn't be able to say so either.

"... come on, you seem to have to fight..."

The confronting young man also distorts his expression bitterly. It was such a beautiful voice that it included grief. With extraordinary beauty and companionship, even the bard must have a sawdust female guest.

At first glance, I can't see a scratchy wound on this young man. Have you stood around avoiding combat so well, or are you simply skillful?

As well as myself, he raises a bag from his shoulder without supplies.

I don't know how powerful this beautiful man is, but this one, which is wearing out, is more disadvantageous, the man analyzed.

…………

This heavenly banquet. Even in this unfavourable situation, the eye of reversal remains.

That is, the seizure of the leaves of Arsilegna.

This young man, who has not been injured, will still have leaves. It is forbidden to take the load from the person you defeated, but 'otherwise' it is valid. Preliminary explanations by Tyzen also saw those who bothered, but the man who is not the first to participate correctly understands what that means.

It's only natural, but it's hard to steal bags from wary opponents in combat. Also, unless it's even in the mirror, it's hard to tell if the load you took was what you got before you defeated your opponent or not. If you're stealing blushes, be grand in a place with a mirror, not a blind spot. Otherwise, they may be suspected of fraud.

(It's a funny story that you're grand in public to steal...)

Here, and fly your gaze behind the beautiful young man. A single black mirror was enclosed in the sprawling young tree, in the part where the trunk was branched.

Fortunately, this scene is now captured by the mirror. The robbery of the bag should also be put into perspective.

What thoughts did the young man across the street give to the man exploring the strategy?

"Before we begin, one thing, would you mind?"

"... what the hell, you colored man"

With a sad voice, the young man of beauty asks.

"Why are you attending the Heavenly Banquet? If you don't mind, I'd like to know why."

"... you're a weird guy..., okay. We're poor. I want to win a prize and make it easier for my wife and daughter."

Answer and get fit - and

"... is that..."

The young man held his head down and wept in his eyes.

- What is this guy?

The man is confused.

"So... if you don't win a prize and lose... that's sad. Your wife and daughter will be...... sad, won't they?...... hehe, haha"

Taunton - I thought something was wrong. You look seriously sad.

So, uh...

"... sorry. Sad. But unfortunately...... let me win. Your defeat promises to feed this Griefoot Martyhawk......!

Chicken, creepy.

I'm really sad, but I don't have any hesitation about that behavior that sets me up. It's like, I just can't wait.

(... wait. Greefoot...... you say? That name is -)

A beast that endured hunger, with the intensity of seeking flesh. From the back of a man named Greefoot, 'It' emerged.