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

"Ha... ha, gu...,"

With a thick trunk on his back, the family line of wands was young - Hazar Envilleo sat down to collapse with Gacri.

- I got it.

He succeeded in bringing that man, who is part of the magician Maygas, to Enrokak Stijje.

"Hehe..., Pain..."

Most importantly, the consideration - the price for continuing to attract Barbados - is enormous. By the time I got here, I had wounds that were never shallow. I have already used the leaves of Arsilegna. My consciousness is blurred because I bled too much.

(Damn...... you're on track, that bat bastard......)

Anyway, I did what I could. There was only one person I could pull, but that Barbadorf is hands-on. The effect should be more desirable than hitting more than one elephant.

(Crush each other at best, you motherfuckers...)

A little distracting was that there was a boy confronting Enrokak. When I was old, I wonder if I wouldn't be so different from Ergo. It's pitiful that I took the form of getting involved, but honestly I couldn't afford to pay that much attention. I just have to ask him to mourn his bad luck. Either way, there may not be a future at the time I was facing that Enrokak......

(Goddamn it... Damn it, it's lame, damn it)

Will Duane appreciate it? I also feel like they were telling me not to get careless wounds. As a blur, I wasn't sure anymore.

(Oh... I'm tired, I'm..., Digos... ergo..., and, please... hey)

Bashun, and the sound of letting the shepherds know rings.

"Oh no!? As the three vicious faces stare at each other, this is... '

035, Hazar Envilleo's name disappeared.

"Tsu, Hazar is competing from the family line of wands! Hazar, who showed up earlier in front of Lugo and Enrokak and soon disappeared, is falling off! hey, what happened!?

'Hmm... because he seemed to have a deep hand, too. It must have been the limit. I'm a young warrior, but I thought you'd fought well before.'

"Because the Barbadorians persisted in chasing me around."

Satisfied, Duen nods.

(You did your part first, Hazar)

Though significantly inferior to Ergo in combat skill, Duen finds himself more commendable than Ergo at the point of complying with the orders he was able to make. No matter how many arms you stand, you can't seem to keep your instructions. Like Enrokak once was.

(... Digos... later, it's you)

Cold eyes look into the black water mirror.

(Don't let this brother down...?

Rather, the driftshield that removed two pebbles from the nostalgia,

"Shh!"

Enrokak and Barbadorf, throw towards both.

Enrokaku plays flat by the heavenly coat of headwind without being slightly moving;

"Oops!?

Barbadorf turns himself in a hurry.

And the shield was kicking the ground at the same time as the throw. Towards the man of this demon warrior, Maygus.

"Nah."

Barbadorf opens his big eyes even more. You must have been surprised at the speed.

The boy, who instantly ran the shortest distance, fired a right straight at the outlaw in black, who had not yet held it back.

"Ha ha!?

Those who can react like Dino and Enrocak are not what they are. That's why it's a must win, a golden pattern. Unable to react naturally, Barbadorf dances to the universe with his fist on his cheek.

"Cleaning Miscellaneous Fish, Good Luck"

And suddenly behind the drift protection, the black giant. If you bend over, the auspicious wind passes right over your head. The identity is the right fist wrapped around the airflow. An unconventional wind pressure defied the boy's dark hair.

"You're welcome, I don't know!

It was a drifting shield trying to turn into a counterattack without looking back,

Right in front of you. Witness the sight of Barbadorf, who should have punched him out, holding it back as he cleverly backwards.

"Ouch. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit. Gah, ha, ha!

Maygus, the magician who ran his eyes blood, waved his arms wide like he was throwing something. Da, Liu Xiao interrupts the counterattack on Enrokak. Jump as you roll to the side.

Bachin, and a dry sound slaps his ear.

The water thrust through the position where the drift shield was until just before landed on Enrokak's face, which stood directly behind him.

To the sight, the drift shield peels off his eyes.

Chunks of water. A thin film of clarity and clarity clung to Enrokaku's face.

"Shit, did you hit the black pig? Fine, just die first."

Spit out a bloody spit and Barbadorf laughs.

The water, as if it were willing, will not leave close to the face of the giant. It's definitely suffocating, but...

"Anger!

A flash of temper and a tremendous fierce wind are emitted in a circumferential fashion around Enrokak. The water that was attached to his face was lightly scattered with no drop left. Giants spit abominably.

"Pep, I don't have a hobby where a man would be happy to hang me with juice."

"Ooh ho. I'd rather have a woman anyway if I were to buckle up. I used a good breeze. Wow, that doesn't look good on you, black pig."

Lifeguard throws a mockery at the man in black who laughs as he shakes his head.

"I can't even tell you what your water attributes are. Jet Injection, Ben, you bastard."

As the boy waved his right fist, a raw, warm splash dripped into the earth. The fist that beat Barbadorf is wet. Perhaps this man did something to reduce the power of the beating. The reason why you can't fall with that skinny, drifting fist is impossible otherwise.

The three stare at each other with an invincible grin. In the face we all just think of as villains.

Should it be unique to the heavenly banquet, or a tripartite, messy battle.

Next to the start of a flashy riot, a large black water mirror installed in front of the audience was splitting the scene from the center and mirroring another struggle.

"We can't miss these three awesome clashes, but we were captured earlier on, when is this struggle finally settled...!

……

As for Belgrette, he is busy because he has been staring at both struggles since earlier.

"That one too... I wonder if I know you"

"Yeah, yeah. In the back of the inn I'm looking after..."

"Heh."

Nodding in the voice of the gentleman in the next seat, the girl knight watches the battlefield.

"Gu......, nooo"

On his shoulder knees, Gonder Shrimp, the Misty Ice Mage, was exhaling roughly.

The black courtesy clothes are torn everywhere and the red seeps out. Its dark color makes it inconspicuous, but because of its wet feel, it may be bleeding more than you think - reticence.

"Sticky for a long time, miscellaneous fish."

Looking down marginally from a few miles away is Kaza Farnes, a man who calls himself the brother of Dj Farr, the leader of the magician Maygas. Not yet engraved on the body.

The man, manipulating an unheard of nature of slashing attributes, shook it in his hand and pounded it.

It was just a branch of a tree. To the extent that it breaks if you put a little effort into it, like what a child would use to sneak around.

- But.

"It's over. Come on."

If Kaza Farnese waves a twig, the noisy wind-cut sound rips the sky apart.

(such as your own hands, dead branches… the power to turn your hands and what you touch into sharp blades…)

From previous struggles, Gonder had so judged his opponent's abilities.

And its sharpness is so boring. The moment I received it with the little shield of ice I created, the shield was torn apart as if it were butter. The excessive force of the blade has also caused injury to the arm.

Kaza Farnese's own swordsmanship was remarkable, as was his ability. Undoubtedly, it is comparable to the upper knight class of the Royal Palace.

Light attitudes and despicable behavior are back-bellied, honest, backless strength. As a warrior, definitely an opponent a few steps above himself.

(... if it is...!

Pain and get up.

(Then you can't let Lord Lugo chase you...!

to prevent his wear and tear. Regardless, that's not all. To clear Myol's thoughts, to hold himself as a warrior. Never again, you can't run away.

"Oh, my God, those eyes are good. I haven't given up yet, have I? It's hot and painful, lose it."

Kick the ground gently, flip a black cloak, and the magician Maygus looms.

Wounded and fatigued colorful gonder, intact Kaza Farnes. Techniques also prevail over the latter.

In time, Gonder had a reason why he had to convolve this foe at once.

Kaza Farnez is intact. That means that we still have the Arsilegna leaves -. If we don't give him time to recover and defeat him once and for all, Gonder, who is finally running out of leaves, will do his best faster.

Arsilegna, which can also be a trump card for the weak, but it was also the basis for making the victory of the strong more rocky.

――――

For a short time - training with the two of them at the inn is reminiscent of Gonder's brain.

Kaza Farnese's sword moves are certainly strong. But if you're not as sharp as the fist of driftshield, you're not as fast. It's like the sword of Belgrette, and it doesn't carry any delicacy with it.

(If you think so -)

Concentrate. Don't miss it. It flies to prune lives, its flashes. Only to that blow, which is bound to come, will you focus your consciousness--

"Die, Olah!

Released, just a flash. But a big wave of stop-conscious blow. A double-breasted slaughter swung down from the top - Gonder's portable ice buckler strikes down on the side track.

The man in black is stunned.

(Sure, paring... you called it a spin)

As such,

"... of, miscellaneous fish -!"

It gets hot. It's outnumbered by the person who was insulting it, lacking calm.

Magician Maygus pointed his left bare hand - his five fingers and stood up to bow and pull. Even without the brilliance of steel, its arms dwell on a fine sword and no different sharpness. Dead branches to the right, handless to the left. But if it depends on this man's abilities, they turn into two blades, a real sword and an unobscured blade.

(- but...!

If it was duplicitous, I experienced it in a workout with Belgrette. longer range and a more supple sword flash. Even if it's just a burning blade, Gonder already 'knows' the quality duplex.

"Death."

(- Right here!

And strike it off.

Gonder was' circled 'with a small shield to the right, a sharp arrow thrust by anger.

"Nah... to,"

Outlaw groans.

- This is the first and last opportunity.

A stop blow that insulted Gonder as being understated. Above it, the gap of birth.

If we don't finish with this counter-attack, we're done. If we stay only to cause half-hearted wounds, we will be healed and alerted, and this man will never see a gap again.

The Misty Ice Magician steps forcefully into Kaza Farnese, where both arms were played and glossed.

"Sha-!"

The side head of the man, who was about to fall back to pull himself, was struck by a lateral giraffe with his left arm - an ice buckler.

"Ha ha...!

At that moment when the movement stopped in the pain, the right back fist twisted from body to body - a shield bash - snaps Kaza Farnese's head off.

Light crushing sound.

"Guru."

The black hem flicks. Skinny body leans. My knee breaks.

Kaza Farness collapses as she zeros her blood reflexes.

(Wins -)

Because of the success of the intended counterattack, or because of the exciting action of the leaves of Arsilegna. Is that both?

Only slightly, Gonder's reaction was to be delayed.

(-, no, it's not over!

A man in black who flutters, flashing his cape hem, and backwards. There is no sign of coming off the ring wrapped around its neck. It was shallow. It still doesn't fall.

I noticed, it was a gonder packing time to move on to the chase right away,

"..., what!?

The right knee, which took a step forward, complained of severe pain.

I look down on something and I'm stunned.

(hey...?

His knee was slashed and torn, and he was sprinkling blood.

(Fool...... when did you get it!?

In front of you, the agonized outlaw.

Did you remove the fine branches that you were carrying, and nothing is gripped in their right hand? My left hand is grasping my chest from the top of my feather-woven cloak.

(... grab my cape...?

Wrap up a man's skinny body, big black cape. Follow the motion and a long hem that flicks with the bass. dripping from its edge, the red Shizuku.

The ability to turn what you have into a blade...

"Grr!"

At the same time as he understood what had struck him by the slaughter, Gonder happened to kneel.

(Unconscious......!

I was touching it. That part that turned into a sharp blade. of a flipped cape, with its hem. Just stepped in, at that moment.

Flirting but retreating, Kaza Farnese looks down at Gonder without falling, however.

"Ooh... the mutton fish... go away... my teeth... they must have broken..."

"... make me laugh, don't make me..."

One or two teeth, what is it? Words that spit by humans who thoroughly hurt Myol. The man who hurt the woman's face so much will pull it out. I can't get enough of all the magicians "Maygus" jaws shattered.

He was a fog ice magician burning in anger so much, but against his will, the war situation sucks extremely bad.

(Restraint…… damaged……)

Gonder himself is not in a position to move quickly with pain.

In this gap, Kaza Farnes will recover...

"... kill"

But the man in black, who shrugged, healed - without taking out the leaves of Arsilegna,

"Kill, uh, kill..."

He started wandering around the area with bumps and squeaks, circling his bloody eyeballs.

"Are you kidding me..."

That's how he picks up the two long branches and sets them up in his hands. Looks like he was looking for an excellent 'weapon' for his reach. but

(... why... not recover...?

It was puzzling.

Take a counter-attack. Still insulting Gonder? Don't you allow yourself to recover because your downward opponent has taken a deep toll on you? At the time we met, we couldn't even see how it was wearing off. I've used all three of them, and I don't think so.

I don't know why, but...

(If he doesn't have the heart to recover...)

There's still light.

Whipped to his mutilated and painful knee, the Misty Ice Mage rose.

The great sickle of water produced by Barbadorf tears the sky apart as it wraps up drifting shields and enrokakus. But the boy turns his body against him, and the giant takes it by hand with his windswept arm.

"Ooh...?

"It's hot water."

The moment, the stopping giant and the murderer. There, a drift shield that narrowed its aim toward the giant fired an upper-middle kick from the side. Now that we are focusing the wind on our arms, we will not be inhibited by the heavenly garment of headwinds.

"Ooh."

But the giant amateur can only skew the trunk and clean the karate kick. Lighter than you can imagine from its heavy flesh.

At the same time, Enrokak turns to counterattack.

Black, large left back fist to the face of the drifting shield. A right leg thicker than a half-baked round is protruded towards Barbados.

a boy who bends his head and takes it off;

"Guh!"

Though prevented, the man from Maygas, a demonic fighter who can float slightly into too much power.

Enrokak's giant had as overwhelming a reach as he could handle both of them at the same time and with ease.

How many times will that be? Each of the three keeps his place in time.

"No... if I were you, I'd be ashamed and want to die. Where was the momentum yesterday?"

Speaking out in a tone of heartfelt ridicule, Lifeguard turns to 'there'.

"Huh."

Enrokaku, who laughed with his nose, also threw his gaze at 'there' so that he could be caught.

"Oh? What are you looking at, motherfucker..."

That is - shoulders up and down, toward Barbadorf exhaling roughly.

"I've been getting a lot of momentum into it, and in less than five minutes - you know, you're a poor chicken gal bastard who's been itching for us, and all you've got to do is laugh. Thirty thousand customers are laughing by now, aren't they?

Each seems to be a random battle between enemies and not giving way to each other. The equilibrium had begun to collapse in about a few minutes.

"Don't throw it up, you fucking kid..."

But the amount of sweat floating on Barbados' forehead is unusual. That's also an impossible story, the Demon Martial Artist "Maygus" man was still feeling the heavy pressure on him that he had never tasted before.

A training ground where the art of striking a special hit flies. I've been through that a lot. But in addition to that...

Stream-protecting muscle strength. Enrocak's overwhelming body. primitive violence that does not require chanting, which is rolled out of them. A series of lethal attacks that can be carried out without putting aside the like of the Divine Chant "Oracle". This current situation where all of the simple fist feet can be a deadly blow to skinny Barbados.

Then, driftshields and enrokakus can each resist each other's blows by using tough flesh. Only Barbadorf is pregnant with the possibility of being knocked down by a single blow no matter what he eats.

(You're kidding, it wouldn't be fair... Both primitive monkeys... human beings use magic)

That's not all.

Even in terms of simple health, Barbados still does not reach two. Most of all, these two are just out of standard - that wasn't even an excuse in this iron fire right now.

(Are you kidding me... the outside world is full of bait)

Eating up his teeth, the man stares at his enemies - two monsters.

(I'm not kidding, I don't want to lose... this is the kind of guy who loses...!

In addition, there was a strong stare at the current protection. Somehow, this opponent hasn't even shown a bare gesture to use the divine chant Oracle yet. If you try Barbadorf, I just think you're being licked.

- There.

"Hey."

The boy, who took the gaze of the magician "Maygas" head-on, narrows his eyes and says away.

"- What are you looking at, momiagedemekin third-rate bastard? I'll kill you."

Flew, stone again.

That's not for Barbados either, towards Enrokak.

At a moment when the giant is distracted by defense, the shield approaches Barbados in one go.

(Porky, over and over again -)

Set yourself up and shoot off the technique you were chanting.

"I didn't think the same hand would work, you fucking kid!

Colorless transparent, straight water shooting. The sharp secret of a human neck blowing lightly is lightly avoided by a side-blown drift shield. On the contrary, he kicked the earth with a recoil of landing, and the boy accelerated even more...

"I avoided it, did you think!?

Barbadolph will run his eyes bloody and strip out his inconsistent dentition.

Shoot the surgery and pull the palm of the hand, which was left scratched, to the chest. Following that behavior, a thin stream of water that was flying drawing a straight line - curved.

Flexible, orbital blade of discharge.

The noticed flow protection reacts.

"Late!

Let it stay put and fly straight to the side.

The flow of water, which can no longer be regarded as a sword boasting more than a dozen mile rulers, was avoided through diving. Slight, disconnected brunettes dance the universe. The excess water blade scrapes the trunks of the trees one after the other, cutting off the branches and flying away.

"Did you think we'd get close, ah!? I'm not gonna carve him from the outside. Whoa!

Barbadorf, in momentum, manipulates the bending water discharge and continues to squeeze it away. The difference in paper makes the boy laugh at this.

"Ooh, that's sticky, Hihi."

But it's only a matter of time, says the man in black.

If it rains, let it get wet. Absolutely impossible, such as continuing to escape the water being poured. From yesterday's momentary exchange across the city, I expected to do this extent.

- But.

"Hmm..."

A black giant watching lightly over the stone throw leaks a low sound like he was impressed.

……

Barbados, too, finally begins to look directly at the facts.

- I can't hit it.

No matter how you let the water flow, flex it, and wiggle it, the flow shield will shrink. I'll be sure to pack the distance while I do.

(Koitz......)

- I can't hit it. Why, it doesn't hit.

How many times? The moment we dived through the discharge, the flow protection accelerated rapidly. It is nothing more than a testament to my decision to be able to pack a pause at once.

"Don't lick me...... hey!

Shitty, creepy, swinging water streams - rough enough to be irregularly rough and hard to read in orbit - also avoided the drift shield altogether with only a body tilting behavior.

- Why can't I hit it? Why is this so easy?

Water flow depicting an anomalous orbit. That technique, which should be extremely difficult to avoid, does not even come into contact with a direct hit. It's like knowing everything in advance.

That narrowed the time - the battle area finally moved to zero distance.

Distance to reach if touched.

When.

A fist foot like that stick Mace, an unknown distance from whenever it flies. The sitting boy's eyes just quietly look to Barbados. It's like, a beast watching an opportunity to jump.

(Koitsu, ha-ha)

Driven by a rush, Barbadorf switches his technique to a long sword of water and slashes it down into a hanging.

Shh, and a light sound. Even the annoying bug struck out with his hands, fisting his hips...

(Koitsu......, get used to fighting water attributes -)

At the same time I understood why I didn't hit him, the hard blow crushed Barbados' nose column.