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

Flashing violet lightning burns the space and punches through the man's jaw.

"Kaha..."

In a motion reminiscent of a doll with a broken thread, the man in the black cape is crumpled powerless. The ring that was wrapped around his neck fell apart as he followed.

"Mm."

A wave of lightning rods scattering white light. Let it disappear into the void, and Digos Akelone groans in a low voice.

Observe the surrounding scenery. There is no appearance of black water mirrors bracketed in the depressed and spreading deep green trees. I don't even feel the unique signs that the mirror emits. In other words, the current battle has not been seen by those in the audience.

(Assuming Duane's brother saw it, he would have flaunted his face)

Four hours from the start. For some reason I had just finally encountered a member of the demon warrior "Maygas" who was acting alone, but he sank in a flash of counterattack. I can't even direct you with this.

But.

(... Now, it's clear)

Actually confront and recognise again.

Indeed, the strength of the Demon Martial Artist "Maygas" is never low.

But it's pointless.

I can't deplete that monster for how many people I've sent to Enrokaku. I ordered Duen, and you should know a hundred things about that.

I mean, after all, this is an assessment.

That doesn't make sense. Can the youngsters fulfill the tasks assigned to them or not? To see the first of its kind, exams.

The reason for depleting Enrokaku, etc., is pre-construction. Duen still doesn't even consider fine dust, such as helping Sakuragiri Sukizaki.

Most of all, I guess that's natural.

Lost in divinity, just a woman who can be replaced. The witch's - those who consider the existence of Sakuragiri should be few within the 'Millennial Parliament'. I was trying to get Sakuragiri in, Kandari.

…………

Without making a sound, he lurks his breath, and Digos proceeds through the woods along the river.

'That's okay, Digos. I don't care if you take her side. "

The words of my second brother who rises.

I don't want to regret it anymore. I have the power.

The words of a floating boy.

(Well... what's left -)

As a whole, the water field where Enrokak was likely to stop came around. But I haven't encountered it yet. What happened to Ergo and Hazar? Have you already made contact with that monster?

As I pondered, I turned my foot to the brilliant East River, the last remaining candidate.

(... Saeri, wait)

Just to open up one girl, from ancient vices. The giant man scratches the trees and goes.

"Phew......, oh"

Feeling signs of a third party and exhaling in a whimsical breath, Dj Foul turns his eyes only towards you. Out of the trees came the big man dressed in pure white. It was white clothes for the judge.

"Gallery appearance? Well, since the beginning of the opening, I've been roaming around near me. The winning candidate is eye-catching and tweaky.... by the way. Maybe, Lugo."

Sitting relaxed on a fallen tree, Ji Fall asks with a boring look at the invisible wind and the bouncy protection fighting.

"It's not like you're waiting for me to hebble because of the scale of the big technique, long hours of exercise... I don't think so."

Rough breath but no stopping drift protection. A boy who is best at avoiding and can't help but grasp the thread of the counterattack. I wasn't expecting that response, but I laughed.

"I'm telling you, it's no use. If I don't mind, I can keep this Heltinier for half a day."

A roaring, invisible luxury arm. Liquid shield gives in and cleanses this.

"Ha... it's a great martial arts talent, Lugo. It's a worn habit, so you can avoid it."

Even as he sends the crossed praise of mockery, Dj Foul commands.

"But you're tired of it. You can crush it, Herty...?

A raw, warm flutter. The blood coming from my nose, as I recall, interrupted the words. He focuses his consciousness on surgery in an effort to wipe his tongue and crush the boy who desperately resists him.

Hertinier's giant arms, swirling to scratch the atmosphere. Vicious wind blow itself. But the boy confronting him dives. No. Play with your hands and flush.

(... co, itz...?

- That's crazy.

I started avoiding it well - not anywhere. Since earlier, it's obviously not hitting me anymore. Before the wind you're not supposed to see, it's gone to blow.

What the hell happened?

Though excellent physical use, we can't possibly cope with an invisible attack in this short time. Even if it isn't, the shield itself is already worn out. The foothold is, without a doubt, heavier than the first.

If so,

(Damn it! Hertinier's speed is better)

However, as I told the shield earlier, I still do not get out of focus due to exhaustion. Why are you...

So I notice that gaze.

Stream protection scratching the wind's onslaught. Those black eyes stare at Dj Foul. Peeping, observing, that gaze.

"... he's a tough kid. Screw you."

This is a place to be sure. To pinch Hertinier and herself, Dj Foul rose from the fallen tree,

……

So I finally noticed something strange.

My legs, my whole body - heavy. Tiredness as if your body had been switched to lead before you knew it. If you accidentally drop your gaze into the palm of your hand, your fingertips are thin and stained with blue and purple.

"Nah... ugh"

I don't see why you're in such a situation. Tremble, take out the leaves of Arsilegna with your hands that don't move well, and stick them into your mouth. Chew and swallow with momentum.

My legs fluttered, like I was dizzy.

(WHAT... WHAT HAPPENS, FUCKING...!?

"Ha. Can I eat Arsilegna?"

Stream protection laughs sparingly as he gently slams the attack of a completely motionless Heltinier.

"Ugh, you fucking kid......!

Remove yet another piece and swallow similarly in the mouth. The cause is unknown, but this should bring it back a little bit.

"Three. You used them."

What was abruptly thrown was the language of drift protection, which continues to fight with the wind.

"Ah?"

"It's an arcilegna leaf. You... you used three."

That's a confirmation.

So Dj Foul understood what they were going to say. Provisions for heavenly banquets. Pay only three sheets per person. It is forbidden to take it from the person you defeated, its means of recovery.

Like poking a gap in such thinking.

A stone flying at a tremendous speed hits Dj Foul's nose column. Sprinkling blood splashes, the leader of the Demon Fighter "Maygas" fell in.

"Whoa... and!

The shield is reversed, and the wind that roared with momentum is singled out on a piece of paper.

The wind monster Hertinier was alive and well, despite the flashy fall of Ji Foul, the operator. On the contrary, it distorts the space and stands as if to inhibit the pursuit of the Lord. This wind movement also stopped for a moment when Dj Foul was hit earlier, but now he was roaring to fill the gap.

Though it was the precision of movement that fell exceptionally, this windy demon still shows no sign of disappearing. Does the technique created after spending an hour chanting mean its persistence is also out of digits?

Whatever the opportunity. The drift guard scratches the slow breeze and fleshes to the fallen Dj Foul.

The moment you reach between your fists and feet,

What surprised me was the shield.

Ji Foul, who was stuck on the ground, jumped momentum.

On the forehead, blue muscles floating on the temples. Blood-running eyes. Angry shapes. That's good. The problem is - what Dj Foul is talking about right now. What you're chewing up with those teeth. Bright green, large shake of leaves.

(what? what... arcilegna's..., fourth...?

Unexpectedly, the drift shield movement stops, and the black reaper turns to the offense by sewing its gaps. He unleashed a blade of wind with his right hand swung, jumping backwards with that momentum. Flow protection shifted away from the trunk to avoid this blow,

I sensed the wind pressure from behind me and let myself dance straight to the side to jump in.

Immediately afterwards, the earth to be crushed.

If you turn your eyes as you roll, dust and dust can stand in. A huge shadow that mimics the upper body of a human form, rising amidst earthy curtains.

Pinching by Dj Foul and Heltinier.

"Fucking kid......, don't get on with it, hey, Oi"

Groaning low, Dj Foul takes two more, three and green leaves out of his nostalgia. Wipe the threaded bent nose and throw it into your mouth one after the other to chew.

"Whoa, whoa..."

I didn't think of drifting protection, and turned my face to the white clothes that appeared earlier.

Arsilegna leaves paid for only three sheets per person. Three exclusive precious healing items that are forbidden to be brought in beforehand or taken from the person you defeated. Ji Foul uses six or seven pieces. It should not be strange to disqualify immediately.

but the only white clothes I noticed in the gaze of the drift shield were shaking my neck slightly to the side.

That's - no problem. Continuation, the ruling.

"Seriously."

This white garment was found not to be wrongful in the conduct of Dj Foul. I mean...

"Heh, heh. Ooh... finally... it's working, is it?"

With a scattered intake of Arsilegna, Dj Foul rips the edge of his mouth to a laugh with a look that even dwelled in madness. There was blood coming from the nose and saliva coming from the lips. Continuous use of leaves with even one strong excitatory action. Spiritually expensive would have reached an unusual realm.

"... ARSILEGNA How many do you have, I'm sorry"

The man who laughed at the back of his throat about such a drift protection question,

"Ahhh? Mm-hmm. Mon, I have as much as I want. Twenty-six, to be exact."

At the same time as words.

Ji Foul releasing his technique in front. Hertinier approaching from the rear.

Two hurricanes, Gufu, sandwiched the boy.

'What do you mean?!? Twenty-six!?

As the wind drifted across the mirror, it was the voice manager, Scenomea, who rose up rattled.

'He hasn't fought before, and you never stole it from someone before you defeated him!? And yet you don't disqualify, what do you mean!? The white guy you're looking at over there, is it even a takeover?!?

Even to remarkable remarks that popped up because he hired an amateur daughter, who is not a direct management committee member, Duen returns a calm grin with a huff.

"Since the beginning of this martial arts festival, a line of Demon Martial Artist" Maygas "was seen as a winning candidate. Those white clothes are always sticking around so that they can keep up with the trend of being eyeballs - Mr. Dj Foul. It also means that he was monitoring it because it could have been fraudulent. '

"Or, if you've been watching me...!

"Those white clothes I was watching, I made a decision. He said it wasn't fraudulent. In other words, Mr. Dj Foul has secured the leaves of Arsilegna in a manner that does not contradict the provisions."

Mm, it was Zeilin who raised his voice.

"... the process of completion. Is that what you mean? I didn't see it at all, but the number of leaves used by Dj Foul is probably seven. Together with the remaining twenty-six pieces - '

"Yep. It is believed that Mr. Dj Foul owned thirty-three arcilegnas"

'Sa, thirty-three... so many, how..., eh? Ah... Thirty-three...?

Hearing that number, Scenomea seemed to have finally realized it too.

Nodding Duen concludes.

"There are three Arsilegna leaves to be paid to one person. And there are a total of eleven participating demon warriors, Maygas. I mean, Mr. Dj Foul was collecting Arsilegna leaves from all his other companions. '

The audience groans. Scenomea groaned with a blurry voice as she represented the confusion.

"Damn... that's... oh, my God."

"The policy only prohibits" taking luggage away from the person you defeated. "I've competed with a lot of people, but it could be a dead end."

You noticed as time went by, and the black-water mirror flowed a stream protection voice.

'It goes with what I used, a little over thirty pieces... I see. Did you leave all your friends alone? You've convinced me very well that people like those mad dogs'

The leader of the magician Maygus has a tongue.

'You have a story, kid. From the start, I'm the only one who wins. The role of the others is to help me win. It must be intelligent to think deeply about the junior soldiers - and convince Kazaa and Barbados to say something. Well, he's finally an equally throwaway pawn. It doesn't make sense that you let the abandoned pawn have Arsilegna.'

Like a crook and a liar, it's like a corpse ghost that feeds all the living. As for the Reaper, who accumulated massive healing...

'... Ha, do as you please'

I was laughing with my nose.

"Nice, use as much as you like"

Ring your fists out, strip your white teeth out.

"You're just talking about Temeh being able to beat up extra for that much of her recovery."

The audience boiled down to a temperamental proclamation.

Already full of creative drainage protection. Ji Foul keeps a lot of recovery warm. Absolutely unfavourable situation without even having to think about it. A provocation you dare speak of in order to arouse yourself.

- And that's what most people think.

(Apparently I... still underestimated you)

Behind his throat, Duen laughs quietly.

Perspectives are also overlooking from afar. Through the mirror, I can't be sure. The madness of Dj Foul, which appears to have been brought back to life by the ingestion of Arsilegna. But its complexion is bad, and its lips are dyed dark blue-purple.

(That symptom......)

He indulged in the struggle so far and thought he was a sweet boy with no hesitation in his arms. But.

(... huf. He observes. Dj Foul slowly sinks into the swamp, like that)

Black eyes of drift protection. Quiet eyes reminiscent of the darkness of the abyss continue to perceive the change in prey not to be missed.

(Maybe it has qualities. than Diegos, far more)

An expert from "The Way" gave him a thin eye.

(The killer qualities...)