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

Arishi Shield, whose head was grabbed by Enrokak Stijje, is repeatedly struck by a wooden trunk. That was like a piling sight. The dull sound echoes many times, and the luminous pearl drips down to the roots of the tree.

'Isn't that enough, too!? White clothes people, aren't they close?!? And, we have to stop! More than that, he says he's dead...!

Duen, who serves as commentary, calmly said away everywhere to Scenomea, who has moved completely.

'Assuming you were there... there will be no stopping. Because Mr Lugo's ring hasn't come off. You have to take it off yourself.'

'Cause! You can't afford that anymore!? No more, Lugo, don't move at all......!

Zeilin perseveres in stopping the unintentionally risen Scenomea.

"Easy, little girl. This is the Heavenly Banquet."

"...... eh"

The maiden in charge of voice silenced, either barely pressured by the strange power of the floating 'culprit' on a daily basis.

'Even if you lose, can you protect yourself and safely escape the battlefield? It's also one of the qualities that warriors will test. "

From Zeilin's hair with her eyes on the mirror, the chirp rings a bell.

"I don't know if they have any luck with Enrokaku... but that little guy didn't have the power or the luck to do it - should I see it? What do you think, Duenfang '

Asked, the champion showed him a trick he thought he would devise. Also in the meantime, on the other side of the mirror, there is a storm of unilateral violence that can no longer be called combat.

"I was looking at this situation... and I thought of the line" Gee "in Kusanaga Na"

Hearing Duen's words so pale, neither Scenomea nor Zeilin said to his face,? "Floated.

"The Bitter House... Well, that sounds familiar... what the hell"

It is a desolation of 'exposing oneself to one hand fisting and assault technique after another, and continuing to be hit for a certain amount of time -. That's a sight to remember,' he said.

'Ha, ha. It... looks painful...'

Duen smiled nicely, looking back at Scenomea's face, who shrugged.

'It hurts. No defense is allowed, even though they keep hitting me. - Even if it's the state "purposeful."

…………

This is another execution show.

Screaming is also heard from the audience hungry for servant blood at the tragic sight conveyed through the black water mirror.

A brown-skinned gentleman dressed in charcoal grey courtesy - Assistant General Commander Orchester, Debias Loud Morganti - gazed over his shoulder and exhaled his sigh.

Did you say Enrokak Stijje, a former sword lineage?

Strong. It would be a strength that could even rival the top of the team. No doubt about that.

(... f. You're like a savage big monkey)

The primitive act of grabbing the other's head and hitting a tree like crazy. I can't even feel the character shard, it's just an assault. Even though it would be a human virtue to stand around using intelligence, technique, and tools.

That's fine, but as for Debias, I was just wondering how the beautiful girl was sitting next to me.

She continued to support him, exposed to atrocity, with joy and concern for a boy named Lugo, who was so obsessed with apathy, but now...

……

A little surprised.

Cleanliness, should I say?

This girl, who somehow made her feel elegant, looked directly at the sight of a boy who was supposed to be a friend being knocked down unilaterally, without screaming or distracting her.

With a resolute, strong look.

I'm prepared for the boy's death - not of. From the eyes of its beautiful light icy "Ice Blue", the colour of hope has not been lost.

"He... I wonder if there's any way"

Debias scoffs at herself when I say a lot of stupid things. Nothing, nothing. It's over. Unless you're secretly even using defensive techniques. But that boy doesn't have the talent for the Divine Chant "Oracle". That's why I compete only with my flesh that I've worked out. But a heavenly banquet is never a martial arts festival that can be won by itself. but.

"... I believe in Lugo"

Debias finally realizes here. You can't be flat out with a friend - or lover - beaten unilaterally in front of you. The girl's secretly gripping right hand was whitening and trembling.

"Lugo, I was so angry. Angry Lugo is... really, terribly strong."

"... well"

It's not logical or anything. But I'm just a little jealous of him for turning all that trust to me. To such a beautiful woman - and so is this, because there was no such thing as a person around Debias who deserved to be believed so innocently.

It's loud at first, and the sound of a blow goes off.

'Huh...! Not here. Just a blow to the push! Strike Lugo hard to the trunk of the tree - ah... now Enrokak has let go of his hand..., the falling Lugo player...! This is just... it would have been settled'

If you saw this painting, you would know so, no matter who it is.

But perhaps.

The 30,000 people who are looking at this tragedy right now think. Even Debias thinks.

(..., over. Kelli's on now. If it's "normal," it should be -)

Since when? What makes me shudder unexpectedly when I see someone else's fight?

(... his ring... still not coming off...?... no,)

Oh, and he's down and down, but the collar won't come off. Along the way, he also stopped showing bare gestures of resistance. Those two are supposed to be conflicting events that can't coexist. Because if you lose consciousness, the ring will come off itself.

(... if so, no way... he 's-... oh, my God)

A possibility floats. Debias' eyes, which he has seen rotten, such as in battle and in the life and death of men, were stained with intriguing colors, not on top of this.

…………

Looking down at the brunette boy who collapsed into depression, Enrokak scratches his cheeks with polypoli.

To be honest, I was just a little surprised. The other guy is bloody and says he's supposed to be working so hard, he can't even come off the ring without his head crushing. Is that because of the tough flesh that far surpasses ordinary people? The ring wrapped around the depressed boy's neck has been found to be still viable, etc.

It's easiest to stick a stop like this and remove this collar.

……

But as for Enrokak, I had already lost interest.

"Excellent technique in a privileged flesh..." I thought you were my kind. "

Considering that I have joined the martial arts festival only with my forged body, I no longer even feel pity through my anger. It can even be described as funny. So I've survived this far, so should I rate it as more of a big deal?

Well, I'm not even interested in collecting rings.

All I have to do is leave the bloody young man alone, and sooner or later I'll do my best, or someone else will hunt me. I don't care anymore. He said it was expensive because of it, but the fact that he saw the bottom of the boy had caused him to shrivel as if he had released his sperm.

More than that - and Enrokak turns his gaze around.

(... over there)

Trees disturbed by the water, one of them. Old tree trunk, bracketed about four miles high from the ground, a single mirror. "The Murderer," Zeilin Yuente's Blackwater Mirror.

Thirty thousand people must have witnessed the current struggle. And the witches. And the nobles. Duen too. And the 'Millennium Parliament', which includes the head of state.

(... what do you say? Isn't that "handsome"?

Veroli, and licks the blood coming from his lips.

So far, 'adjustment' is adequate. And then, to increase certainty, look for him.

Thoughtful, Enrokak begins to walk along the river.

"When I was a kid, I saw the Grander Oze game, and I thought it was awesome. Come on."

Even with the brightness. I heard that voice.

……

The black giant looks back.

Hit me in the trunk many times - a boy who was supposed to lay low without force, lying on his back. Throw your hands and feet out, literally in big letters.

The majority of his face was dyed by the Zhu, his eyes looking up at the bow and the sky. There is a thin smile on my mouth.

"Ah. You're a professional wrestler, Grander Oze. Whether you get kicked or kicked, that's what you get hit by a corner post, but you're even gonna get it. Even if it's a show prowl, it's a reversal from over there."

……

"I'm a kowa hottie, and I've been playing Villain Heels for a long time and a lot of anti, but I'm impressed you've been child-friendly on some show. Even interviews are actually poorly spoken, with people who can't see the camera. I like that guy a lot."

Enrokak narrows his eyes and is surprised.

The meaning of the statement is unclear. Are you just running a pointless line of words under the influence of hitting your head over and over again?

But the boy gets up there with Gabari. It is not vain. With light-eyed eyes of the will, I look straight at Enrokak.

"I have such a plain spectrum of Oise Hiroshi" Ohiro Michi "... but with this Grim Crows, I can do the same."

"... what are you talking about, just now"

It's not paranoia. With some intent, this boy has words in his mouth.

"Oh, you don't get it, do you? In other words,"

I said it provocatively with focused and definite eyes.

"I've been hit with a wax all along the way, but I'm talking about being surprisingly bearable."

".................. ah?

You don't mind roaring low Enrokaku or anything, continue with a sunny face.

"Oh, misunderstanding... I'll tell you in your honor, I'm on my way to getting tired of it. I honestly think they did what they gave me the rush. I should have stopped. Headaches."

Once he fell asleep, he jumped in recoil and stood up. As if to insist that it's not working.

"No... Me too, I've been thinking about it all along, fighting you"

Like mocking yourself, laughing.

"Follow my movements while using defensive techniques. Maybe he's doing his defense and physical enhancement at the same time. He says technique is basically unavailable for different species, and he could be a jerk."

With his neck ringing and fingers ringing, the boy continues.

"But... you said that earlier."

"Excellent technique for a blessed flesh..." I thought you were my kind. '

"I mean, you didn't use enhancements from the beginning. This about my movements was really... simply physically capable. I was just fighting with physical abilities that were overwhelmingly superior to other humans and with the power of surgery. There was no seed or trick there."

To the boy who said he had finally arrived at the truth, Enrokak flauntingly returns.

"You bet, what are you talking about? Strengthen your body? Isn't that the kind of shit that the weak use to suffer? You think I need a monster like that?

Far taller upper back than a regular person. Lumpy developed musculoskeletal. I've been praised for being out of standard since I was a child, a natural flesh.

That's why I expected this boy. He said he had physical performance that was close to him, even small, and similar. As a matter of fact, physical stubbornness was an inferior that could not be handled.

The boy who heard Enrokak's reply laughed haha...

"- I mean, Temehe is just a regular chantsman, Maggie, who can move a little. Don't make me wary in vain, Cora."

Awesome shape. With a distorted face like another, the bloody boy spits and discards Zhu's mixed spit.

"Sweet, sweet. Mostly, my ring's not coming off. Where were you going without stabbing Todome? Ah?"

"I told you. You missed your expectations. I lost interest."

"Ha, that yellow deke eyeball is a wack to the pit. So this is what's gonna happen."

At the same time, an impact runs on Enrokak's jaw.

(Huh..., what, stone...?

The identity of what struck his jaw as strong "did" was just a pebble. Stone crushed by the boy. Striking straight from the top of the headwind heavenly coat, it flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow with a chipping crack.

(Hung, it's a big deal to break through my defense with just a stone -)

Giants throw up low.

"It's not a kid fight. Dead already."

To stab the stop, Enrokak stepped out on his big foot toward the boy. - but my knees shake and my gigantic body leans two or three steps further.

…… Heh..., the stomping, is profitable -)

In that gap. The boy was finishing up his approach.

"I'm in my jaw. You decided to come to the leg. It's not a kid fight, de amateur."

To Enrokak's cheeks, which lost balance in the trunk and lacked concentration. The boy's right leg, the toenail, which flew in depicting a semi-circular orbit, was knocked in.

"Gu...... haha!

Direct hit.

The feeling of striking the meat straight off, not over the wind wall.

Enlocac lacked maintenance of defensive technique by impact on the jaw, exposing the vegan flesh. A kick of driftshield thrust into it caused a blood splash from his lips.

"Damn, I thought you were a Dino demonstrator."

Drop your hips,

"I mean, aren't you Dek's boy just a little sturdy, huh?

Positive fist, left and right double hit to the belly.

Turn into a giant skewer.

"......, gohoo -!"

"Shh!"

Pick up the jaw tip of the downward giant with the right upper and lift it up. Thus fallen Enrokak suffers a relentless kicking storm.

"You wind, don't fuck with me. Don't sprinkle the stench, you piece of shit."

Enrokak's body, kicked and rolled, burst into the river in abundance. Stream protection also raises the water splash, while walking and chasing.

"No, I thought there was something wrong along the way. I ate the rush, and I thought," Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. "

(... this, when, is...)

(... Here... Th..., Seriously...)

- Is this what it is?

"Say. Are you disappointed? That's my line, bogus."

Kick up Enrokaku's giant so that even he can dribble. There is a splash of red and transparent. Blood from both sides drips to the river surface and diffuses as it swirls.

"So, he actually used physical enhancement..."

He succumbs in the river and grabs the head of the fallen Enrokak.

"Don't make me laugh, there's a third-rate wind. It's Temee's wind, it's not even at Leafia's feet. Well, it's a blow. It's not working for me. There's a half-moyashi bastard with only a deck. Let's do something about the smell first. Help me wash it, huh?

I slammed my grabbed head into the water relentlessly.

(... Damn, I don't know what you're doing, I am)

- It must be foolish. I have to keep my health warm, until I get attacked on purpose. But I'm not stopping anymore. Crush this shit completely, and I'll move on. I'll break your heart so you don't think you're going to get your hands on Sakuragiri again.

"- Something, that's enough. Very well. You're weak."

This guy is not like that Kirihata Ryozo Kiribata. It's no big deal.

Here - defeat. I can beat you. I can beat you. No problem, you can take them down, opponent.

On the boy's mouth, he had a grin like a pull.

"Liquid protection, kun......!

Sakuragiri just shrugs his name.

Is this a dream?

No more, that moment I thought.

Bloodthirsty, furious counterattack. The audience is also boiling down to an incredibly awesome reversal play.

unprecedented roughness. It no longer seems to be completely cut. Is this the strength of Arizona Current Protection, which has risen to the position of guerrilla soldier with one fist? He's overwhelming that giant with power and speed that he doesn't seem to be the same Japanese.

He's a little scared right now, but if we keep this up...

……

That's where I notice the anomaly.

The sight of a driftshield grabbing Enrokak's head and sinking into the water. It's a slightly scary diagram, but it's obviously strange.

Enrocaque sinking into the river doesn't make it faint.

No rumbling, no twitching. I don't even show a bare gesture to resist. But the ring wrapped around his neck, it's not coming off.

It's like. Earlier he continued to be attacked by Enrokak, like a drift shield.

"Duh, big reversal of rage - duh! Is this, is this the time to settle!? It's like a return of interest, Lugo's counterattack! Really rough, it's more like a fight than a fight......! These two clashes are too rough and too primitive! But this is also one of the flavors of the heavenly banquet! Is it!

It was a heated Scenomea communication,

…………

Belgrette sweats herself to hold her fist.

Reflux protection counterattack is assumed. I don't expect to lose or anything to that extent, and most importantly, Enrokak has pissed him off.

But.

"That's odd. I wonder if it's painful for you and Enrokaku."

The brown gentleman next door shrugs.

Yep. It's sunk in the water, Enrokaku, but it doesn't even show off. So while I'm at it, the ring doesn't come off and I'm wrapped around my neck. It tells the story of a giant not yet in crisis. The tranquility was so creepy.

As I told the gentleman earlier. I'm going to know the strength, the fear, of drift protection.

But.

Bergrette knows nothing about a man named Enrocaque Stije. I don't know what you're going to do or how powerful you are. That's the same as the drift protection you're fighting over there right now.

(…, and…)

He's feeling too much right now.

It seems too hostile to Enrokaku. I can feel a rush somewhere while I'm unilaterally attacking.

(Careful, Lugo......!

A narrative seat conversation arrives in the ear of a girl knight watching with concern.

'Duh, what do you think, Mr. Duen, this is already decided!?

"It's about time... it's over"

A squeezing Duen voice foresees a nearby future.

"And that means with the triumph of Lugo -"

'I would have to say that Mr Lugo's local power is, to be honest, something worthy of surprise. It was brilliant to let the heavenly coat of headwinds unravel. It is also commendable to have broken through the gap and turned to counterattack. "

But the commentator's champion separates words.

'Like that, I shouldn't have done it back with naive violence. You should have decided your eyes, crushed your testicles...... seriously, you should have gone "to a pawn". Mr Lugo is.'

'Holy crap, here's the thing......!? What, uh, huh!? That's...'

It is also natural for Scenomea to be upset. "You should have killed your opponent," Duen says in the dark at the martial arts festival, where killing is forbidden.

'It'll be over. - Enrokaku's chant.