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

His cheeks are stroked by the fresh breeze that blows in through the window, and the consciousness that was bowed back.

"Ah... I... what did you do..."

The murmured Myor Felstrem's voice was slightly faint.

This is a hospital room. What I'm waking up to is on a bed that's kept clean. On hand, the daily newspaper the nurse brought me.

I'm kind of not clear on my head. She said she just woke up.

Oh, yeah. I was reading the daily newspaper in my spare time... and I noticed that I was staring out the window.

An incredible exotic city landscape lined with unfamiliar, bizarre-shaped buildings.

Today is... the moon of Xingliao, the twenty-second. It's the day of the heavenly banquet. To my mind, the hundred thousand escs I paid as a participation fee also went to waste. Is Gonder struggling in The Garden of the Infinite by now? Lifeguard and Belgrette must have gone back to Raindeer... to Wangdu. I'm sure we'll never see each other again...

Secondly, my eyes turned to the shelf by the bed.

There's a bunch of fruit in a small cage. I couldn't see him because he was forbidden to see him, but the other day, the drift guards plugged him in.

A slightly stronger wind blows in,

"... ah,"

One large pear rolls off the cage. By the way, I roll down the floor.

"Ah......, no!

I gave myself up to pick it up, and there was a severe pain running all over my body.

"Ah, uh..."

Reminds me. The caustic pain revives what happened in that alley in my brain.

Cover your face.

His hands, his face, his bandages. The pain, the situation, pokes a miserable reality.

"Hi... gu..."

Ouch. Scary. Lonely.

In such an exotic land, there is only one. Do we have to focus on treatment for three weeks?

For drift protection. To Belgrette. To Gonder. To my sister. I want to see everyone...

'Anyway, well, we both know you're a good guy. I've never been wrong since I was a kid. Isn't that why?

While hearing the spiral of the river passing nearby. The current shield moves forward.

"I don't know what will happen to the heavenly banquet, but... I'm glad I got here."

Step by step, step by step, on the earth of grass leaves.

'Cause, Lugo and Belgrette, and Mr. Gonder. This is how I made friends. Whatever happens, I'll brag to my sister when I get home!

Exhausted and in pain.

"My arm said I could never afford a heavenly banquet... because I understood. That's impossible...... You could have been hurt worse if you appeared, and maybe God advised you not to" compete "...... '

Still, in that fist, the force rolls. The leg moves forward with nature.

Arrive.

I was wary, but I never encountered 'something I couldn't handle' that Gonder was concerned about. Were you lucky, or was it something you couldn't even sense for the unusable drift protection of the Divine Chant "Oracle"?

The evergreen square - as the name suggests, was an open green space. There is no obstacle and it is a bit of a game-field size.

Front front, about ten meters. Hip down with a big crotch on a decaying fallen tree, man in black.

Is it the hallmark of the magician Maygas and others, or the appearance of lean and thin shapes by the time of morbidity? upside-down pointed brunette. Both eyes as big and giddy as they popped out. This man was more pronounced in their characteristics, and their appearance was reminiscent of the Xuan. With a black cloak of woven length, you are like a reaper who is doomed.

I saw it at the opening ceremony, the way it looked. Burned to the retina, its face.

While I know for sure, I dare ask for protection.

"Dj Foul...... right?

He was the man who was turning his cloudy eyes toward drifting shelter, but when he spits, he shifts his gaze with a grand sigh.

Moments.

"I'm asking if Temehe is Dj Foul, Goraa! I'm not scurrying, bitch!

Rare for a boy, the anger that stripped him of his emotions wooded him.

"... huh? Hey, what's going on?"

Cursed, the magician Maygus finally stands up to lift his heavy hips.

"Suddenly you call people impolite and you dump them. - Okay, you're not being polite. What if you think you're a kid and you ignore them? What are you like? What kind of education do parents have? We'll kill them all together."

"Courtesy or education? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Are you gonna sur gag me? Fucking pinch. I asked you on purpose, just answer me. I mistakenly made someone else irreversible, so I don't know what to do with it. Just in case."

"He's a well-spoken kid. I'm not excited. So, what if I was Dj Foul?

"I'm here to beat you up"

"I see."

The ensuing Dj Foul behavior is a casual trick like releasing garbage. The size is about the size of a palm. Something like a cloudy sphere flies in for a drifting face at high speeds unsuitable for light behavior.

Tilt your neck and squeeze with minimal movement.

"-"

Bumps and nasty pain. The white lump that passed slightly wrapped the nagging flowing hair and cut it a thousand times.

Strong suction against appearance and rotation.

"Wind..."

Same attribute as Enrokak, who confronted him earlier. Techniques can be glimpsed from their sharpness, even if it is only casual. Must be an extremely skilled user.

"Wind, no. What are you doing? I don't even know what my attributes are when I think I'm being poked at by a name."

"Mmm, I don't care. I don't know what the hell it is, but it's just a bee's dick."

"Chip... it stinks. Did you miss the shot? Until I get back, I'm gonna have to deal with him right away."

She laughs with her nose at Ji Foul's blur.

"Coming back? Are you talking about your men? Are there about ten of them? At least six of them aren't coming back."

"Ah?"

"I beat them all up."

I've just left it to one Gonder to be exact, but it doesn't make a big difference. Half of the ten don't come back for sure. If you crush this man who will be the leader here, the rest of it is elephant.

"Hmmm... Whatever."

The figure of a forsaken reaper, jumps. The black cloak glistened as badly as the wings.

Leap using the power of the wind? Flying a distance of ten metres in one foot, Dj Foul stuck his toe in the belly of the stream guard as the momentum remained.

……

A flying kick using the Divine Chant "Oracle", unique to this world. If it had been a constant shield, it would have been easy. But the accumulated body of exhaustion does not react aggressively,

"Don't bother my hand, crumbs."

Continuous strikes that land. A tightly gripped left and right fist strikes down on the strengthened cheek of the drifting shield.

"Keh, man, even if I hit you, you're crusty and boring. Just die."

Continuous showers, fisting streaks. I'm used to hitting him. The rigidly developed 'Fist Dako' is nothing more than a sign that he treats his fists as weapons on a daily basis.

(Myol...... is......)

I was exposed to such violence. Badly used to it, fist bone beating. Though the struggling chanter Magee, she is a weak woman. I wonder how much pain and fear she has had.

"It's not sticky, kid. Just..."

Lifeguard 'picked' one of the fists that flew - this one.

Step forcefully into your left leg and take your body's center of gravity to the left to draw it. Twist your hips at the same time and make your right arm sick.

The two arms cross and draw a cross.

Dj Foul's right fist cut the sky without touching the drift guard, instead the boy's right fist struck the magician "Maygas" cheek.

"Oh, blah..."

In the form of being pushed back into his fist, Dj Foul retreats with a curl.

"Ha, that's not how I can take a cross counter. It's easy being an amateur Zako."

With his fingers ringing, he discards his driftshield in a tone that looked down on his heart.

Dj Foul is certainly used to it. I'm using my fist bones. It would be a sufficient threat to the ordinary people of this world.

But that's all.

"A punch just swinging a boom. I can stand as much as I want if I don't care. If it's no big deal to hit, it's easy to avoid. Easy to take the counter. I'm not used to Stegolo. Maybe that would have been enough."

If compared to Enrokak earlier, it is no longer equal to toys.

Dj Foul, who threw up a bloody spit, stares at him with a big eye.

"Oh, the... Maghre... don't throw it up, Oi"

The opposing flow shield looked cold and lifted the end of the mouth to a distortion.

"I know amateurs don't get it... but I didn't bother beating it out right now. I just 'matched' the counter. You're already dead once. Open a dozen seconds, KO loses."

"Oh?"

"It's Mr. Dj Foul. I... didn't come here to take your ring according to the rules of the Heavenly Banquet."

And the boy pronounces it in Shura's shape. The rage I've accumulated so far, I spit out all of it, but as much.

"You slept creepy well in a one-bread KO. I won't let you. Slowly dodging him around till he wants to die."

On the forehead of a man so declared, a blood vessel that rises visilily on his temples. Cramping testimony of fierceness, Dj Foul wields his fist silently.

Pan, I could play.

"Ha-ha-ha."

The opposite was the magician Maygus.

Counter to match the fist to 'Before Hit'. To Dj Foul's face as he tried to unleash a massive telephonic punch, Lifeguard was screwing a vertical hit lead blow to the right. Once again, it doesn't shake through and quickly pulls back at hand.

The fluttering Dj Foul lowered wide and wiped his mouth. Its lips are suspended in distortion.

"... Pep. The power of your fist doesn't seem to accompany you for throwing up a lot of cot?

"You were listening to people. Well... I'm not in a hurry, but he said he'd feel it soon. By the way, you've already died twice."

"Spit it out. I can see it's just lame and not powerful, kid."

Each other, with visible anger. Be quiet - both sides, get up.

Shoulder watermark…?

If frankly, it was a struggle somewhat lacking in force.

A tough boy who has dived through numerous struggles with no hands, the head of the demon warriors Maygus, who did all he could for the atrocities. Such a clash between the two meant that a flashy crossing was supposed to be a prominent battle -

"There have been occasions like Lugo, who rarely fights back against the beating Dj Foul..."

The passenger seats are also wrapped in a slightly confused air.

"Dj Foul doesn't really try to use offensive technique, and Lugo doesn't feel compelled to fist... in fact, it doesn't seem to work as well as the Dj Foul being hit"

Even compared to the battles that have been waged so far, the levels are oddly low. I have to think so. Struggle.

between melee fights. Or take a beating, or let the wind out in between. Dj Foul. Liquid shield wields a fist of counterattack while preventing it. Nor is that right like plugging in, with a noticeable belly punch with a left fist from the bottom. Although the hit Ji Foul stops the movement slightly, it does not lead to a massive blow and turns to a quick counterattack. Even in the same Battle of White Soldiers, there is no luxurious force unlike when Enrokak was there.

(Belly punch by left fist...... or)

Hmm, and Duen Akelone make thoughts go round.

"The heavenly banquet is also about four hours past the start. Both sides are tired and unable to help......? Lugo, in particular, has encountered an earlier major explosion and… also appears to be quite worn out. I guess I no longer have the power to unleash that awesome fist '

"Whatever the brunette boy is, the Dj Foul guy shouldn't have taken a fight from the start. From then on, it didn't even seem to have moved. I'm tired."

There was so little movement that there was almost no longer a focus on this man from the middle of nowhere.

Speaking of moveable movements, just after the heavenly banquet began. Before they were each dispersed in the direction of their thoughts, the magicians "Maygus" gathered around Ji Foul were in a circle to the extent that they were "doing something". It is unclear what he was doing because it was in the form of turning his back on a distant mirror, but was he giving instructions on how to move the martial arts festival and how to do the operation, etc., reasonable?

"Hmmm......"

The one who roared convincingly was Duen Akelone.

"Yes, what do you mean, Mr. Duane?"

Ask this man what he doesn't know. Scenomea, who I've come to understand, swings the story quickly.

"The art of Wind Peak" Kazamina "... is it?"

"What do you mean?

"It is a medium forest technique used to hide itself from external enemies. It interferes with the flow of the wind and the flow of the drifting soul heart, Prarna, blunting the other's senses. It's a technique that people who live with nature and make hunting their main business. '

"I see -... so Dj Foul says he has avoided the struggle without ever finding it. Is that it? But Lugo found me. '

'Cause it's just going to be "hard" to find until you get tired of it. It's a coincidence that you've been avoiding battle for nearly four hours in a place you've opened like that. "

"In other words... sometimes hiding and sometimes striking out are heavenly banquets. Are you motivated to keep hiding like that? It's a lick."

Zeilin doesn't even hide the colour of contempt.

So abruptly - Bashun, and the sound of the shepherd announcing that he had come out rings.

Faces of narrative seats that return gaze to the mirror in front of them, but Lifeguard and Dj Foul are still skirmishing. Other participants.

'Alas! The one who fell off here is - 078, Oddmar!

Zeilin manipulates the scene and switches quickly. From a slightly overlooking perspective, a middle-aged man nodded and held down his right leg was shown. He has been slaughtered with a thorough calf and is bleeding heavily.

There are no enemies around.

The ring was gripped by Oddmar's own left hand. I mean - he took the ring off with his own hands. He injured his leg and decided it was impossible to continue.

'... that... could this be... again?

Watching that happen, Scenomea frowns in surprise.

Yes, it's 'again'.

How many times? Several examples have been reported of participants inadvertently coming under some kind of raid and falling off without knowing why. This is not the first time everyone has ever seen it.

It would be reasonable to assume that other participants shot from a distance.

But there are many puzzling points. That all those attacked have not been deprived of the ring. Likewise, everyone is unaware of what the attack was. One testifies that he was suddenly blown away, even though he was walking attentively, and one tells him that he seemed to have been beaten by something he didn't see.

Raiders without appearance, showing no interest in the ring.

And now, a man with a slashed leg.

'Damn... where the hell did you come from... Shit, I don't know who it is, but it's my loss! Take it!

Bad, throw out the ring and sit back. But there's no sign that someone's coming to retrieve the ring. Oddmar looked around strangely.

Looking at the scene, Duane conceives.

When it comes to attributes that get an attack that is not visible,

(... wind, huh)

Duen, who comes to mind, asks Zeilin.

'Where is this place?

"Near the Great Old Divine Tree, Point F... Dark-haired boy and Dj Foul have a skirmish, not near the evergreen square."

".................., Hmm"

What the man leads to is the denial of earlier self-explanations.

Dj Foul kept dodging the fight for four hours. Even though the art of windy peaks, is it something that no one can find for so long? It is understandable that the difficulty is extremely high because Duen, as an assassin himself, acquires concealment.

This heavenly banquet will also have the highest number of participants ever. Though the number of people has now decreased, there must be many who pass by nearby, like Oddmar, who just fell off.

…………

Turn your eyes to that struggle.

Arisu Current Protection and Dj Foul are playing a plain fist reward. Regardless of the driftshield, which has only the means to do it empty-handed, why doesn't Dj Foul try to use much of the technique?

(Do not use, not...)

Can't use it.

A chunk of wind unleashed at the opening. Leap using the power to release. Only that degree of technique can afford to be used. Both simple offensive techniques.

Something, I'm focusing on another procedure. So I can only do the trick one hassle. And - if we apply the principle that simultaneous exercise of different kinds is not possible -

(Ji Foul has not used the wind peak technique since the beginning. This man is now... No, he's been activating some sort of 'attack technique' for hours.... then the identity is probably -)

What I recall is what Dj Foul said earlier.

"Chip... it stinks. Did you miss the shot? Until I get back, I'm gonna have to deal with him straight away."

(Cheng Cheng. Both sides are showing skirmishes hiding some thoughts... but it turns out what Dj Foul is after)

Duen dampens her lips with a thin tongue.

(... Mr. Lugo)

A boy who says he's a guerrilla from a neighboring country, who keeps letting Ji Foul bathe his fists that are lacking in power. Looking at the sight, the champion distorts his nigga and mouth.

(I'm sure you can't move as you think from fatigue...... if you can defeat it, you should defeat it with all your might within the present)

Either way, you're likely to see something interesting. But if the Demon Fighter "Maygas" wins, it will also raise the audience's dissatisfaction. Therefore, as one of the backers of boosting the heavenly banquet, I can't help but think.

(... the man is not like Enrokak. I don't 'mesh' with you. If we don't take him down within the moment... we might lose, Mr. Lugo)