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

Flying chunks of wind as they roared, the drift shield moved heavily from body to body to avoidance. Avoid it with a single piece of paper, it will involve your hair and clothes.

On the other hand, Ji Foul, who had received many fists, had begun to avoid a bit of melee.

Warm fists. If he kept hitting lighter attacks, he was also a drifting guard who thought he'd be more angry and attacked, but this man seemed to have cooler combat thoughts than expected.

The body blow, which persisted in hitting him, is being read, and he is getting stuck with his feet.

On the contrary,

"Ha, I see. I got a good distance. I'm not going in there in time for you anymore."

There is a cunning light in its light. Looks like he was spotting a drift protection reach. It kept the intermediate distance and kept the intermission unattended.

"Did you think I was going to get mucky and get into it?" Pom, pom, pom, pom, pom. You thought it would work? Such a mon. "

Silent, one step. Liquid shield quickly steps in, while speeding a straight left jab toward Dj Foul's face. In a way, the arrow of Arichi Current Protection "The Fastest". 'Top' from the repeated 'bottom'. But this man turned away from the carving poke, which had no one besides his master or Ryozo Kirihata, and completely disappeared.

(! Koitz......)

Quick move without waste, almost no different from boxing Sweden. Keep jumping backwards, the black shadow keeps you in time. Modern Japanese karate players praised their enemies in their hearts for their considerable fighting taste.

"... oops. Crap. I'm done with martial arts gokko. You're finally back, Hertinier."

The abrupt word. Blunt Ji Foul's gaze does not look at drifting protection. directed over the shoulder and behind it.

Finally back. Hertinier.

――

Has my fellow demon warrior, Maygus, returned? It was a drifting shield that tends to look back on the side,

…………

No one was there.

Green earth covered in grass. Beyond that, deep and lush trees. There is no human figure in its landscape, where colorful nature interweaves.

……

No way, bluff. Are you going to falsely turn around that someone is here and make a gap? Do you think Ji Foul is behind this?

The moment you tried to keep fighting forward,

"Huh!?

The landscape in front of the drifting shield curved like through a fisheye lens.

I perceive the unspeakable chills and feel aggressive.

And

"... but - ha-ha!"

An awesome shock that strikes all over your body. As if stranded by something unseen, the drift shield dances through the universe in abundance. Jumping two turns and three turns and the earth, he lays down depressed, yet his face is raised.

But only one Dj Foul sits on the plain. There is no one else.

(sniping from afar, or -!?)

If you fall but quickly patronize your gaze, Dj Foul will be a jerk.

"Ooh, you've finally prevented it. Ha-ha-ha, but not that way. Where are you looking? Right in front of you, right in front of you."

……

Right in front of you. No need to think, no need to stare, nothing. No one. A little distance away from being blown away, Dj Foul is just standing there laughing.

Grrr, and distorted.

That Dj Foul stands up. The grasshoppers that colour the earth. between, as if they had been pinched with a transparent foreign object.

Quicker than you think, leave the spot as you roll. At the next moment, the sleeping ground of the drift shield crushed until a second ago. As the invisible heavy objects were, the earth explodes, and the dust and sand rumble.

"Ooh, I avoided it. I avoided it. Let's get out of here."

Voice of Maygus, an empty sounding demon martial artist.

Even if the earth smoke clears, there's still nothing there. On this occasion, there is no one but Lifeguard and Dj Foul -.

"Kukuk. I don't know what happened, that's a bummer. Which... I'll show you, Holle."

………………

The shield just peels off his eyes.

Did you increase the concentration - the blurry white light made you stand in front of the submerged ground, which became blurry and emerged.

It's - a giant, man-shaped upper body.

The height is four or five meters. Three or four meters around the torso alone. Each arm is thicker than the half-breed trees. The head has the impression that there is just a terribly small ball-shaped thing riding on it compared to the physical appearance, and no facial parts exist.

An immense, undressed human form that lights up thinly. A stream of wind that distorts the perimeter of its gigantic body.

(... this, this...)

Spirits and summoners of the wind, appearing in games and more. Or a giant golem in distorted form. It was that that floated behind the brains of a boy from modern Japan.

"This is my wind, Hertinier. You need to spend an hour or so chanting to show the truth, but you can see the performance."

Watching the incarnation of a wind far greater than his own, Magician "Maygas" laughs with his nose just remembering.

"You said it first." Until I come back, I have to deal with them straight away. "You took the liberty of mistakenly thinking you were talking about the others... but what I was waiting for was Hannah."

He points it out with his jaw, even with the immense demon god of the wind, and he lines it up pale.

"I was using him to hunt for the guys that would get close to us. There was a guy who would let him get away with it, and I was thinking about you coming out with a guy who would get so far out of it. Sometimes I get tired of it, and I can't even retrieve the ring."

Lifeguard reminds me of what Gonder told me.

"There were about thirty miles from him. He didn't realize this way.... but... you know, there's something nearby... someone who's not a person, it's like he's lurking... '

The identity. A huge chunk of wind. 'The attack technique itself', which moves by the remote manipulation of Dj Foul and combats his enemies.

"Oh... is it over? Is your chant over, kid? Well, where did you put it, Heltinier swallows it. If you don't have the means to fight it, then die in ruins."

White light goes out. The roar rises.

Even if you don't see him. A monster of the wind that did exist there distorted the atmosphere and leaped to drift protection.

'Wow, I can't see anything from this one, but there must be a wind onslaught! Lugo runs through the meadows! Ground rolling up dust and sand one after another, as you chase them!

'Hmm... should I also say that Mr Lugo is brilliant... The fact that the wind is shaped to be close to people, the sound of wind cuts, the space to slightly flex… I continue to rely on such information to avoid direct blows. But -'

Couldn't do it completely, the body of the drift guard blew to the side. Hold on as you step on the bump and jump back big. The ground just before breaks and the rubble dances.

Meanwhile, the leader of the manipulative magician, Maygas, loosely looks at the situation a little further away.

"Ooh? Here, Dj Foul, I took something out of my nostalgia... ahhh, this is...!

One blue, bright, large shake leaf.

"It's an arsilegna leaf! Leave Lugo's opponent to the Wind Monster and heal himself! It goes toward the wound, as if wiping your face!

Ts, wiping the blood from his nose, Dj Foul lets go of the leaves. Green leaves fly scattered in the aftermath of a rampant and mad Hale Tinier.

'It shouldn't be a lot of wear and tear, but healing the wounds that Lugo had suffered with one hand...! What a luxurious way to use it! It's provocative! This is a Lugo player, I want to be even more disadvantaged'

"In the meantime, the Dj Foul guy hasn't fought directly before. I'm going to leave you two more Arsilegna."

Disadvantaged after disadvantaged. Even from the audience, pessimistic voices begin to rise.

'What surprised me, though, was the skill of Dj Foul. I thought you were about the same age that the outlaws grew hair... but I didn't know you were a Kagi class user anymore.

Zeilin's voice seeps in a seemingly abominable color.

'Yeah. Honestly, I'm surprised too. People who can handle so much witchcraft after searching all over the festival… there won't be any.'

Duen's right.

(... that man..., I can't believe he was such a chantsman, Maggie)

Belgrette was also still watching the blackwater mirror in an incredible way.

There is a manipulation system in the Divine Chant "Oracle" that can also be called its use. 'Creation', 'openness', 'physical strengthening', 'auxiliary' … these are the four main things, but there are not many other special lineages in existence.

"Creation", which many are relatively adept at, but this shows that it mimics and embodies the existing "something". Belgrette water sword. Digos Thunder Festival Stick. Gonder's Ice Shield. All of this belongs to 'creation'.

Among them - the ultimate form, what is regarded as. That's exactly what's manifesting across the mirror right now.

Huge, demon god of the wind.

The Girl Knight has confronted the same kind of divine chant Oracle before. About two months ago now - when the assassination group "Awzi" targeted me for my life and I was relative to one of the assassins. Enemy chanter Magee, a man named Bon Dario summoned up, a huge red runoff to be called even with the fiery demon god. At that time, Belgrette broke it by striking the sword of the water, which was also her whole body.

(to Lugo...... eh)

There is no Divine Chant Oracle. I don't have the means to offset that huge chunk of surgery.

That fist pressure often fogs up some of the technique, but that's just the wrong digit. Much bigger than the boy's body, the attack technique itself. To the extent I punched my fist in, it's not something I can do about it. On the contrary, if you attack in a detour, they could take your hands and feet the other way around.

It's a story I often argue in tactical collusion with the exodus herself, Belgrette. The battle is compatible. It's like a junken, generally strong and weak can't talk. If you follow that logic - as a compatibility, I have to say this Dj Foul is the worst opponent for drift protection.

(What do you do, Lugo......!?

With anxiety in her chest, the girl could only watch.

"No, I didn't even hear your name. Don't you think it's unfair that you know me unilaterally? Say your name, kid."

Dokali lowers his hips to the first fallen tree sitting down, and Dj Foul asks in a transverse manner.

"... Lugo, Aliumi..., fifteen years old ooh!?

The monster of the wind swung his arm and tried to answer sparingly, but a remarkable blow blurred his cheek and the words broke off.

"So, Lugo. How do you know me? Why are you poking at me?

"On the contrary... I'm asking."

Playing the auspicious wind with his hands and retreating, the boy flies a chilling glance at the magician Maygus.

"It was... five days ago. Hey, you remember what you did in the alley of the capital?

"Ah? You're not returning the question, are you stupid? I'm the one asking, Lugo."

"Just answer me...... hey!?

While rolling, the drift shield throws a pebble away the moment you get on one knee.

"Chip!"

Ji Foul leaning on his neck. At the fast crush, he flies with his cheeks blushed. At the same time, the wind in front of him stopped the pitch and its movement. Seems like an independently moving wind monster, and that's an attack technique manipulated by Dj Foul. The user's consciousness turned toward the pebble, which interrupted the concentration and left him still.

But it's also a moment, and soon the current air starts to roar. It was also a testament to Dj Foul's efforts to regain calm.

"Was the concentration... sweet? (c) Complete. Because of that anger, vengeance... is that a woman too? Five days ago. And that blonde? You said Myol or something, was that your woman? Kuk."

It just makes me feel like a jerk.

"I'm not going down there, you blue stinking kid."

Invisible wind, rolling flashly. Something out of sight slammed the drift shield that stood up and set up.

"... ugh!

Cuts are engraved on the skin, and the wind causes a bloody breeze.

"It's weirder to have feelings for a woman. If you go out there, take a certain number home and give birth to one child after another. Let the clan thrive. That's all the tools. Of course, if you're gonna plant it, you're gonna have to go over to a superior woman."

"... is the magician Maygas an animal or something?"

"You're not?

What returned against the provocation was an unexpected question.

"Don't you think you're eating when you see superb meat with fat on it? Don't you want to see a pile of blinding gold coins? You don't think I'm offended when I see a woman dressed nicely and realizing the color?

Not false, he said. He says in a high voice.

"We're not like you guys... we're not going to be patient at all. You don't fake your own desires. Honestly, he's alive."

"You're an idiot... because that doesn't make the world, the rules -"

"I know what your rules are. This is not it. You guys are our bait, with no one exception. Feed each other, make your own rules and get used to each other. We don't have the strength to protect them from the strong. Ma... the weak are eaten by the strong. It flicks out as our shit. That's all. It's not that hard."

Conversation that, on the contrary, does not engage from the beginning. Values too decidedly different. Lifeguard laughs unwittingly with his nose, even as the wind chases him hard.

"... hmm. Well, even if you're eaten here by the mighty, you're not complaining."

"I'm the one who eats. I don't know when, I don't know who they're dealing with. Don't blow it while you're running, kid. You're not a strong man."

Horizontal storm. An invisible blow unleashed by Heltinier, which only seemed to be a mass of iron, swept away the defensive posture of drift protection.