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

Present in each arm is a curved two-waving white.

The family of swords is the next main candidate, a serial strike by Ergo Stijje. A blow that swirls from body to body, a light blade that pours down uninterrupted by its repetition, little by little - but surely, breaks through Enrokaku's wrapped headwind heavenly coat.

"Oh, oh."

That's exactly the light that plugs in if there's a gap. Darkness in the "Thirteen Martial Family" - as if purifying Enrokaku, increases blinking. I put a crack in the wind wall, tearing Enrokaku's black skin and carving the wound.

(... Light attribute, I've never seen it before. This kid will do more than I thought -)

A blow to beat down. A flash that flies from left to right. Exchanged by intense light, they dazzle and do not enlighten the precise orbit. Then it boasted a speed to tremendous.

The white-tailed slaughter storm gives you an idea of what's in Enrokak.

(Keep it up..., I 'm-)

Two orbits overlapped.

Enrokak unwittingly narrows his eyes to a flash of increased intensity.

Then visit, the impact on the abdomen.

It was a double hit that drew the exact same trajectory.

A slight debacle in the heavenly garment of headwinds, which occurs when the first blow is struck. Fully break through the defense by plugging a second blow in the same orbit without getting into your hair. The blade was delivered to Enrokaku's body.

"Gu......"

Decent pain I have felt for a long time. Groans leak indefinitely.

(Cheng Cheng......, my edger, that's why)

Unlike the elephant miscellaneous fishes, who couldn't even make one scratch suffer so far. Is this also bloodline, the black giant distorts his thick lips into the shape of a laugh.

"Ah!? You're not laughing, Goraa!? Cunt!

Ergo's angry-filled scream. But there is no disturbance in the orbit of the blade to be wielded. A series of slashes erupted a blood splash from Enrokak's left shoulder.

- Steige's genealogy. A boy who resides in rare light attributes.

Not only is he waving his sword at the dark clouds, but he's making a trial and error while continuing to attack. As a result, we are breaking through the heavenly garment of headwinds.

(... here, keep it up...)

He continued to be exposed to heavy rain of unstoppable light, and Enrokak's giant began to lift a definite blur.

Oh, my God, you're shrinking to a tortoise!

Flash.

(It's no big deal, Oi...! This is Enrokaku...!

Also flashing.

Ergo continues to carve the slaughter without slowing down the fine dust either. Keep the light in the dark called Enrokaku.

I'm sure. This man is an old relic now.

It doesn't even extend to the current Stijje.

(But, well... is there anything on the boulder that was just called the strongest corner or something)

With all this attack on him, he still doesn't fall - he can't hurt the kind of wound that would be a decisive hit, not anywhere.

Simply, it's hard.

It's not just the heavenly coat of headwinds. Enrokak Stijje's flesh can finally be reached after breaking through the wind wall of the junction. That black muscle, which has been forged, is once again stubborn. Unbelievable as a person.

(But it's like Big Rock deletion "Mr. Cancer Saku". You're bored)

There is a practice of continuing to sharpen huge rocks with attack technique and fit them in the prescribed size. Remembering that workout, which he did several times, Ergo accidentally bit the yawn to death. No, keep your offensive hands loose.

(... Well)

To get out of this situation, there are - two options that Enrokaku can take.

Continue to outrun the attack in its iron wall defense and wait for Ergo to exhaust. Peek for opportunities and pinch a hand in the counterattack between consecutive strikes?

(... well,)

Boy of the sword, let's go.

(For now, I'll crush the former!

Remnants of light increased rotation.

Enrokaku stares.

"- Hey, Odysanity. What are you surprised about? I don't think so."

In addition, it increases rotation.

"I guess you didn't think it was all I could do until now!?

A storm of light with increased luminosity sharpens Enrokak Stijje. Retract that giant, regardless of the will of the big man.

(If this happens... there's only one option left, right?

Ergo has never failed to train while being born into a family of swords - praised for being a genius. I have never lacked a day's training since I've had the temper. Naturally the skill of the surgery, the most confident was physical strength. We can continue this offensive long enough.

The serial strike has already torn the wind of Enrokak, causing the blade to reach its flesh many times. It's scratching. If we keep this up - the giant surely falls faster than Ergo wears out.

(Holla... stop being such a pointless patient. Come on)

Exhaustion is unlikely. Enrokak will also be beginning to understand. If...

Watch. Focus so you don't miss the moment. Wait for that time as you continue to attack.

Give Enrokaku a moment to unravel the heavenly coat of headwinds and turn to fight back.

Attack system technique and defense system technique. Or the technique of the auxiliary system. It is considered impossible to deal with those different properties of witchcraft at the same time. Enrokaku's defense technique seems to block everything at first glance, but with it unfolding, he can't use offensive or auxiliary techniques.

If so - when moving to counterattack, you need to unlock the defense.

Ergo doesn't miss that moment. The moment when the heavenly coat of headwinds can be solved. The moment this man turns to fight back and the 'sway' of the attack occurs.

"… Ro…………………………………………"

Thick voice. A wild, fat voice leaks from a giant standing still leaving his defense to the wind.

"Ah!? I can't hear you, Cass. Speak clearly! I wouldn't ask if you were begging for your life!?

Glistening white light. Splashing blood tides.

For a second.

From Enrokak's giant body, the wind disappeared.

I've solved the defense.

――――

At the same time as recognizing. Bend. Accelerate.

A white blade, flashing to the right, slashed Enrokaku's body diagonally. Delayed by the sword speeds swept out, blood smoke dancing. The black giant, he did lean.

(Fucking hard, muscle idiot......!

The damage is shallow. I hope the defensive technique disappeared, but still this man's flesh itself is too stubborn. Though handy, it's far from fatal. Now, I can definitely scratch it. Ergo is not in a hurry and observes Enrokak nearby.

I don't see the 'shaking' of an attack. The counterattack hasn't come yet. I can get another blow in. Immediate interruption that does not require seconds to reach a conclusion so far.

Let your arms dance quickly and carve the blade in the left slashing orbit. Another beat late, a blood splash broke out of Enrokak's body.

……

Ergo frowns at the light 'too' attack.

(What? No matter how much usnoro it is, how can this be so easy -)

Not yet, no counterattack. Whether you wait for the moment, the time of the sushi passes, or you go beyond the realm of centimeters, even if a second passes. The counterattack is not coming - it was nowhere near.

Enrokak Stijje stood on the spot with his defensive technique unraveled and without turning to counterattack. Too grand. With a body full of blood.

And say it out loud.

"What's up, kid? Finished?"

"Ha... huh?

- What, this idiot?

Such a bloody bloody mess, what do I have to spare?

Don't you understand this situation that you don't even have to think about which is the dominant one? Unexpectedly, the giant throws his words at Ergo.

"Yes, they do. You just whined."

Thick lips through small piercings distort into fun.

I said, "I don't know if it's time to end this."

Heh, and the air leaked out of Ergo's nose.

"Right."

The light flashes.

"It's over, Cass."

Swing the blade at the defector, who neither redeploys his defense nor turns to counterattack.

- If you give up winning, say so from the start. I've been carefully slashing him. I think he's a fool.

The light blade leaves a vestige and presses for the neck to be chopped off.

That blow - faster.

A black, wild Enrokak's right arm was grabbing Ergo's head. The shaken slash of light is unwittingly inhibited by the left arm of the bare hand. Black and tough lower arms. One of its thin skins, only lets a little blood flow.

"... ugh!?

There is no 'swaying' of offensive technique there. The right hand I've touched is just an act of physically eagling my head. Slowly, the left arm shaking off the light blade went under Ergo's chin.

This man, he doesn't attack, he doesn't deploy defense - he just has his finger on Ergo's head. It is as if we were to lay down the fruit in our hands.

What the hell are you doing?

Understood, I can't.

"... cheerful, touch... hey, you dabble -"

A young man with an exasperated sword before emitting a flash of light.

Sound sounding from the inside. Buckwheat, wood-spirited shock.

At the same time, Ergo's vision rotated.

…… …………

Throwing moves, or the boy bites his teeth abominably.

A view reminiscent of my childhood when I was immature. A view of being thrown, done, and spinning. Ground coming up. That is how your body is beaten to the earth in a world where you can no longer tell above or below.

- But it's weird.

Despite the majestic turning of vision, on the body - on the feet, there is the feeling of the earth.

………… ……

What's wrong?

My neck...,

"Do it more than you think. I was wondering if I should just keep adjusting. It's so wacky, let me use it for a second. For one thing, the wound is sufficient to this extent. That's enough, Mr. Tired."

What? What do you mean? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Explain it, hey, Cass.

The giant's cloudy eyes had already not captured the appearance of Ergo nestled with his neck twisted. Its gaze overlooks its own body stained with fine scratches and blood.

"N ~... That's just dirty. Let's just let it flow a little bit."

As if the word was a signal. The Sword Boy -, finished the role but falls and falls.

After all, without waving an offensive technique at once. Winning only with pure arms, Enrokak Stijje walked out without even seeing his falling self through the end of the edge.

Bashun, and the sound of the participants announcing their falling off rings.

Those who looked unconsciously and lined up in the explanatory seats were uniformly rigid.

"Eh......"

"Mmmm..."

Scenomea, her stunned amateur daughter, frowning 'The Murderer' Zeilin.

And

…………

Watch the mirror silently, Duen Akelone.

166 - Ergo Stijje's name disappeared.

"Become..., what here, Ergo Stijje, the next main candidate to compete over the family of swords... in shedding...!

While upset, Scenomea painstakingly performs her duties.

"Lord Zeilin. Can you pick it up? '

'... no... I can't sense it. I'm glad you got hit in a place without a mirror. "

In response to Duen's query, Zeilin shook his neck small and sideways.

There is also a stirring coming up from the audience.

A family of swords, the central being of the "Thirteen Martial Family". Among them, the young man of expectation, Ergo, who is seen as the next master, cannot be impossible if he falls off at this stage.

(... ergo. No way......)

Duen punches his tongue in the heart.

It's hard to imagine lagging behind other participants or the magician Maygus. If so, with discretion...

I understood that he was burning a nasty antagonism at Enrocak, but there he was the next main candidate, even young. Work is work, personal feelings are another thing. So severed, I thought I would do all the tasks I could tell you.

But - they should have rated it 'young', not 'young'.

Did you fail to educate young people by being sword-headed, central, etc.?

With that in mind, Duen looks in the mirror with a cold eye.

(... it's Diegos. You're not going to let me down...?

"..., ha"

Take a sip of water, Sakuragiri breathes out something stuck inside her chest.

A series of awesome struggles.

In the end, earlier Dino Gailroen won that modern weapons suit over his opponent. I was also surprised that there existed a substitute that ignored such a level of civilization, but I also recognise once again the awesomeness of witchcraft that outweighs it...

By the way, he's in the middle of a search for Badaluye, where the faces of his white clothes flew away right now.

……

So the soldiers, who had refrained from doing anything, panicked, and Sakuragiri looked around restlessly.

A big red armored man with a serious face comes and gives ears to the governor of the next seat.

"Dear Sir. Ergo..."

"..., my God..."

The look on the face of the governor Kayer stains the colour of bitter tannins.

……

I couldn't see it as a mirror footage, but earlier, Ergo, who is competing from the sword lineage, just fell off. Is this temptation also related to...

……

So that sight pops into my sight. Among the rushing soldiers, one woman was clinging to a large male soldier. You seem to be badly disturbed and twitching something - that's Ergo's mother. Only once, I saw him in the castle.

At the same time as the unpleasant feeling runs, the conversation between the two soldiers coming this way reaches Sakuragiri's ear.

"You're unbelievable...... That Ergo... died instantly."

"I'm sorry about your mother. My neck could not have been twisted..."

"I did it, sounds like I'm pretty sure it was Enrokaku... naturally. Besides him, there's no one else who can imitate that."

"I honestly thought if Ergo... there was a difference in power from now on..."

(……………, eh)

Enrocak. That name again. Also, that guy.

……

Sakuragiri holds his head.

Enrokak Stijje is steadily winning and getting closer to winning. Getting closer to me......

No more, no...