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

It's still weird. It doesn't matter what you think.

Dj Foul recognised the anomaly less than a minute later.

"Ha......, zeh"

Surviving the pain by ARSILEGNA, full of strength and energy. Never step in between enemies, releasing a swirling ball of wind. The immense monster of the wind that he has summoned is raging against his enemies.

By the association of Dj Foul himself and Heltinier, the opponent is on the defensive side of the war.

The advantage is definitely yourself.

- That's right. Isn't this kid full of hands just to avoid it? One shot. Just one shot and it's over, I guess... but...

That blow, it doesn't hit.

The boy slashes the swarms of swirling wind in the sky one after the other. Dive, bend, and sneak the rigid arm of a raging storm. That little body doesn't stay in the same place for a few moments.

The flowing body was like a dance, but the ultimate in martial arts.

(What, what is he...! Chorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochorochoro...

I am aware of Dj Foul. It can't be a fly or something, even if it's wrong. If you like - butterflies.

But fragile enough to be preyed upon by others. That's not it. An extremely belligerent, untouchable black butterfly with a vicious double-edge -

(Shit, I can't see - I don't have the hassle to make the wind easier... I knew it -)

That is the conclusion reached earlier.

(Heltinier's... my speed dropped...)

That's where I notice.

Again.

With the wind raging. Lifeguard stared at Dj Foul with a faceless face. Something. Those black eyes, as if you were observing the other person.

"What are you looking at, you fucking kid...!

Throw out a compressed ball of wind. Just saying he had cut it off, the drift shield turned himself over and avoided it dangerously. Hertinier flashes his thick arm from the side, but this also flashes loosely.

Dj Foul takes out a piece of Arsilegna leaf in its crevice and throws it into his mouth.

"Zeh... hah...!

It contrasts too much with the person you dance with today. My hands and feet are so heavy that I don't think it's my body. My breath is more painful than I've ever experienced before. Why are you using Arsilegna so much?

"You're desperate. I don't think that makes any sense... well, you can use it as much as you like."

At the same time as those words, they accelerated rapidly.

Close enough to illusion that its appearance has swelled. A stream guard kicked the ground and approaching between blinks penetrated his left fist to the right flank of Dj Foul.

"... Shh, bhu... -!"

It's like a dozen dozen grabbed and pushed up your guts. Forced out of his lungs, the air overflows through his mouth, whether he responds or not. Still jump back at the striking moment, reducing the power and releasing the intermission.

"Gi......!

I turned my consciousness to Heltinier even though I was about to be extinguished, and concentrated on crushing the stream protection - it should have been.

……

It doesn't move.

The incarnation of the wind remains on the spot, unresponsive. I shake it, but I don't make it slight.

Relax, be alert. A drift shield passes by the stiff side of Heltinier.

"Summoning is a great move... it's easy to understand. If you take damage, that's all this... Hernantka moves dull. Come on, I can see your health gauge all the time."

"I don't know, Cotto. I'm not saying it, kid..., you're going to have an advantage, huh?

"I'm actually taking advantage. It's useless to be strong. Whatever you say with your mouth, you're being honest."

Laughing with his nose, the drift shield narrowed his eyes.

That eye again, and Ji Foul grinds his teeth. It's like observing, it's worth it, it's like peeking in.

"... you don't know what to say about 'thianose'..."

"Ah...?

Returning it with a breath on his shoulder, the boy said away with a gruesome grin.

"It's about time. You... have already gone to hell at the bottom of the swamp."

"A blow. No, no! Lugo's Iron Fist also relentlessly pokes up Dj Foul's belly!

Until now, it was Ji Foul who kept avoiding direct hits, such as being shot but recirculated by the wind, but he was starting to come here and get a painful beating. He gives a distressed look and sprinkles gastric juice.

Guest seats were also gaining some enthusiasm for the figure of the leader of the magician Maygus, who was finally being pushed.

'But... Dj Foul, I have a sudden feeling of stalling. To the extent that I got a little fist at first, and then I have the impression that I didn't donate Lugo all the time in the wind witchcraft...'

'That first fist... but it's working now'

Douen, with his finger under his chin, carefully scratches it.

"Since the beginning of the battle… and still, Mr. Dj Foul has been struck in the abdomen more than once. They say it's hard to knock people down with just a stomach punch... but when you get hit here, it will ring later. They twitch and take away their strength, and eventually their legs stop. No matter, there's a personal difference."

He slaps his belly with a pomp, and the famous champion explains so, even as a master of martial arts.

'Not only that... there were several occasions when Mr. Dj Foul wiped his nosebleed. Injury to the nose inhibits breathing. While he himself is unaware, he is induced to shortness of breath'

What's more, between belly-beaten, unleashed supermelee fights. At this distance, the unfamiliar stop breathing unconsciously, Duane says. I hold my breath unconsciously to the heavy pressure of not knowing when the attack will fly. Repeat that and the rhythm of your breathing will inevitably collapse, making it easier for you to lose your breath.

Twitch, like strangling with cotton. Little by little, but surely, Dj Foul was deprived of his strength - the commentator affirmed.

"The ideal of struggle is to complete it without giving strength to the opponent. They will unilaterally end up letting nothing happen to them."

No one wants to be attacked by an enemy. I don't want to be wounded if I can, and I want to win unilaterally.

Such a nature also manifests itself naturally in this heavenly banquet. Premium strike. Kill before they find you, before they kill you. For the owner of the Assassin Akelon, the Iron Rule can be considered the foundation in the foundation.

'Mr Lugo...... executed the opposite. He continued to strike his opponent in the stomach with no immediate effect, dealing with powerful witchcraft. Exposed to enemy attacks, yet prolonged. As if to endure the ordeal. That's how... I cut off their' hundred ', and then I'm about to lay low by the time I don't have complete skin. Without using the technique at all, I am trying to seal off Magee, a chanter who may be considered the finest.

Scenomea, who swallowed the sawdust and spit, naturally raises questions that will come to mind.

'How could... Lugo do that on purpose...?

"To remind you."

On Duen's mouth, a niggling, chilling grin.

"People are... creatures of repentance"

If only I had done this then. If I don't make the wrong choice there. Everyone would have thought of that once or twice.

The same is true in the struggle.

We have to eat that attack. If only it had hit that blow.

I can also take excuses, but they lead to hopes and goals for the next time. As a bitter experience, it is definite food. Let's not just get that attack. He wanted to brush his arms so he could win so he could guess next time.

'Mr Lugo... is trying to pick up any of those possibilities'

I can't win.

No matter what you do, no matter what you do, no matter what you put out a 'hundred' doesn't work.

A creature named Dj Foul does not extend to the protection of the Aristocene.

They don't make excuses, they don't even give room for remorse, they're trying to poke at an absolute defeat -.

'Well, that's... you're afraid there's no forgiveness again...'

'Yeah. I can't stop being the losing side. You won't be able to start over. Without forgiveness, without mercy, and without an overwhelming difference in strength, he's trying to do what he can. "

……

In contrast to the unexpectedly breathtaking Scenomea. Though slight, Duane's valve had a rare fever.

"Mr. Lugo and Mr. Enrokak... you were showing one of those scales in the fight ahead"

I dare to take enemy attackers. Then I try to screw down.

'If you thought of it as a tactic, all you can say is foolishness'

But overshadowing the premise, the champion speaks.

"- It is also a testament to this unparalleled victory. The Loser's Heart Will Definitely Break '

Show me how it ends. Outside, Duen's lips engraved a grin.

No longer did Dj Foul have an understanding.

I see it. The impending fist is clearly visible.

"... oh, my!

But I can't.

The left-handed fist of the stream guard was slammed into Dj Foul's belly so that he could be sucked in.

My hands and feet, my body, are heavy as lead. The consciousness is strangely clear. Has Arsilegna, who has taken in scattered, become a vengeance? I am keenly aware of the moment when a fist thrusting up slaps my belly. It conveys the pain, the pain, clearly.

(... kon, na...)

If you were beaten, would you think this? Tingling pain. Bright vision. Have those who have beaten themselves up and ravaged them ever experienced such pain?

(J... joke... OK, hey...)

The acidity of competing up from the back of your throat. Iron rusty, rather bloody smell. Meat in the stomach that raises the stiffness. Breathing dull as it interlocks.

"Gi...,... hi..."

- The best, superb pain.

(Give this... this, mon, to your opponent... let me taste it, okay -)

In the madness phase, I flashed my right arm.

"It's just me. Ah! This, the, the feed, ahhhhhh!

The moment, the fierce outrage overtook the pain.

In response to a grudging scream, Heirtinier moves. He swirled the giant and slammed his fist into the face of the drift shield. Blood splashes with the roar, and the whirlwind of the demon god scatters its peak colour into the void.

(Direct hit Yikes......! Kill -, -!?

And the murderer peeled off his eyes.

Blood from the mouth and nose. Slightly annoyed - admit to the appearance of the "only", Arima Current Protection.

The boy licked up the red muscles coming from his head and nose, and received fists all over Heltenier. I laugh joyfully, without even being frightened of the dust.

"I'm sorry." I don't have the luxury of being such a kid. You can't even beat an Ippatsu '... or something, right? I was desperate to buzz around. I got a couple of them because they're starting to get cute. So, I lost hope... how do you feel now?

Bite your teeth all smashed up,

"Phew, zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Dj Foul leaped with the roar.

Yourself from the front. From the side, Hertinier wields an audacious arm that he can't see once now.

Pan, and. Ji Foul's arm is lightly washed away by the left arm of the shield. A whirlwind flying in the direction of the day after tomorrow. With his flowing body, he smites without difficulty the wind fist of Heltinier, who descended directly from the top. Then, a tremendous shock crushed Dj Foul's nose. Red and black blood tides colour the universe, and crushed teeth dance in the void.

…… ………………――

Leaving an exploding roar, Heltinier finally fogged. The demon god of the wind, who has lost control, collapses and blows the Dj Foul, which has become a fierce wind and is no longer the Lord. He was stirred by an obscure gust, and his exhausted skinny body curled.

On the other hand, the confronting drift shield does not move as many giant trees rooted in the ground. Keep your right fist in a forward protruding position, softly.

(Noh, lang......, what, so...)

You can't hit it. You can't take it down.

I should be exhausted. You're supposed to be dying. The power of the fist, too, is clearly rising.

'I know amateurs don't get it... but I didn't bother beating it out right now. I just "matched" the counter.

At the beginning of this struggle. The boy's words run around the back of Dj Foul's brain.

(fu, za......, no, lang)

Isn't it because you couldn't help yourself from fatigue?

In other words, deal with me.

Really, you beat me up?

"Heh..., kidding...!

A strong wind blew through the evergreen square the moment I glanced as I bled.

A few of the Arsilegna leaves that I had in my nostalgia fly in the wind to scatter.

"Oops."

One of them was grabbed by a drift guard.

"Something happened. I got it. White clothes, can I use this?

Ask about the white clothes sitting in a remote position after deliberately flaking the leaves in your hand. The tough-faced boy head judge hoisted the edge of his mouth with a ni.

Don't hesitate.

The drifting shield cuts the leaves into bits, crushes them, and applies them to the scratched body.

"Heh..., I'm not kidding. Oi, it would be my mon, but ah!

"No, it wasn't yours originally either... I just happened to get a flying leaf and use it." Don't take away the Arsilegna of the person you defeated "doesn't touch the rules. That's why. That's what the old man in white decided.... Ahhh, that feels so good."

"Ku......!

Dj Foul rushes to remove the leaves from his nostrils, sticking them into his mouth and chewing them. A few more flew into the wind, but could no longer afford to care.

"You've been fooling around for a while now... but I don't think that makes any sense."

"Ah...?

"Now you have a symptom called cyanosis. It's the result of my repeated tricks and bodies. I've had a hard time. Look at you, Moyashi. If I can do something about it, I'm gonna give you one shot."

Pong his own belly, the drifting guard laughs thin and cold.

"You don't have enough oxygen to move your body. Even if some pain is deceived in Arsilegna, it doesn't make up for the fundamental lack of oxygen. Oh, you know what oxygen is? You know what I mean by that?

"Ah? Fucking kid, what..."

"Well... if you don't know. I don't care. I don't care."

Also, inflated.

In an instant, a drift shield that eroded the intermission emits a left-handed fist in a curling orbit. Many times before, that blow.

(Many times, when the same hand gets through -)

Dj Foul mobilizes his heavily clamping arms and crosses them in his abdomen. Stand defensive. We made it. A blow to the belly. They'll take one of your arms, too, but no problem. The moment I prevent it, I turn to counterattack. With a blade of wind made up of a collection of all remaining soul and heart forces, Prarna, I will drop its neck -

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. I'll give you a piece of my arm, you fucking pussy...!

This man, who naturally takes it unilaterally, decided here for the first time to fight back ready to sacrifice.

It was the white flash that wrapped Dj Foul's sight rolling into so much warfare.

"…, ……………………………………………!?

Voices disappear. I stop breathing. My knee collapses. Everything was rooted and collapsed, both ready for shock, temper for a counterattack, and even intent to kill against the enemy.

The point of landing of the left fist - missed the defensive position, slightly to the right.

Dj Foul held his belly and collapsed round.

Oddly, as those who have ravaged themselves before.

"That's a liver punch now...... Riverblow. It's not the same as the previous body. If you're wrong, Temeye, you can't stand gutless palms."

"…, ………………………………………………………………"

Such a mockery of drift protection also reaches somewhere far into Dj Foul's ear. There was no longer room to react or other fine dust.

After white stained vision and thought, overflowing is just negative thought.

What the hell. Ouch. Painful. Just kidding. I'm not kidding. Why? Why are you looking at me like this?

Just. I crawl through the earth thinking that I don't understand anymore.

"HI,... Wu,..."

Mixed stomach fluids of Zhu, blood flowing from his crushed nose and tears overflowing from his large bilateral eyes. Furthermore, the humidity that wets the lower abdomen. Dj Foul crawls as he drips through all his body fluids. Crawl down the ground with trembling hands and feet.

No. Not good. Shit. We have to run.

Every time I crawl, my anger is about to fall out. Trying to erode your body instead is...

"Ooh, are you trying to escape? You're the best. Themé's subordinate Hyunnu and many others came at all frightened. You, the boss, are falling back."

Naturally, motherfucker. If I lose, it will be over. Don't be with all the abandoned people who got rid of their fears with drugs......!

"But, ah, ah?

-..., ah? Fear...?

It's not me.

It's the emotion I'm supposed to give them, not the thing I taste, even if I'm wrong.

I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding. You can't even use the technique on Locke like this. I'm the one who...

"Whoa, where are you going with a potato worm? The bathroom? Unfortunately, I'm too old to make it."

Instead of adding pursuit, drift protection just throws chilling words. He said it was no longer possible at any time. At your leisure, only look down at the crawling Dj Foul.

"... fuhi-ku,... if... but ha"

Try Dj Foul and everything was puzzling.

Just one blow. A severe pain I can't stand. Foggy thoughts. frustrated will. A neck ring that keeps breathing, but doesn't come off. It's like a curse that hangs around.

"The liver is unbearable anyway. It's bitterness that makes everything better, right? I don't even want to remind you how many times I've been beaten to death."

- He did it on purpose. To give me a taste of this pain. Oh, my God.

"I knew it from the beginning. You're not even gonna be my opponent. You're a fucking asshole."

Quiet. The sound of stepping on the grass reaches Dj Foul's ear.

"I've just been thinking about it. I've been going crazy the last few days. How am I going to end this shit that gave Myol a good coin? I don't know how, I'll never forget it - I'll make you think. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Instead, I'm not even gonna end up with a healing wound. For the rest of my life. Every time I remember me, I keep leaking Shomben in trauma. I do it for the rest of my life."

Voice color that is even serene, with a monologue.

The worst destroyer, approaching.

"- I told you. I'm gonna poke you around till you want to die."

My voice. My footsteps.

Negative decentralization is approaching...

"... gi, hi"

No. You can't win.

Looking back in desperate shape, the leader of the magician Maygus shook his head sideways.

Disappear as it is. It breaks.

- I've had enough. Can you do it?

"... also, okay..., my, losing... no more..."

"You are. That's how you admitted to losing, or what you missed? I'm not out of the ring."

Ji Foul hastily put his finger on his ring before a drifting protection that looked down with his fist pounding.

"This, this, this... I'm not here, damn it, give it to me... heh!

If I pulled all the abominations, the ring that was stubbornly wrapped had lost its hardness and had become a single string and was then untied.

Bashun, and the noise that tells the shepherd is ringing.

As 30,000 spectators watched - 159, Dj Foul's name disappeared.

"Ko, this is..., decided... clothes-! Dj Foul, the leader of the magician Maygus, who was featured as one of the winning candidates! Declare yourself defeated here! What a surrender! '

Even for temperamental Scenomea communications, the air in the venue is half satisfied and discouraged. I guess a few people expected Dj Foul to be beaten flashy. There was also a slight curse flying at the man who had raised his roots after several belly beatings as a result. Because it was plain as a painting, such dissatisfaction does not arise on the viewing side. but

(After all... it's not a bearable blow, though.)

As for Duen, it was a satisfactory conclusion.

Abdominal strikes that take away health. Strike a point that narrows your aim to the liver. Solid martial arts, who knows all the steep points of the human body, cannot do without a martial artist trained in training. In these days when witchcraft has developed, we narrow our eyes and nod, not knowing that all those strong men exist besides ourselves.

- Honestly, I like it.

(... Mm)

I was just watching the streaming protection over the mirror as I loved it, and there was movement.

"Damn, that's... you, of... win..."

Ji Foul, who stood up in a whirlpool, protrudes the ring in his hand.

"No, that Dj Foul player totally admitted to losing...... it's amazing"

While Scenomea speaks in an exciting tone,

"I'll give it to you... take it, Ola"

As it was, he threw the ring rampantly toward the drift shelter. A stringy ring dancing through the universe.

"Yes! Now it's completely settled -"

- Not yet.

Duen blocked sharply.

"Eh."

He doesn't even respond to the pompous Scenomea, and the length of the spear gazes into the mirror.

A stringy ring flickered through the air, blocked it.

For a moment.

Arishi Shield and Dj Foul, both sides of the spectrum.

- I've had enough. Can you do such a martial arts festival?

So.

Die, you fucking kid.

Yeah, I'll admit it, and the head of the magician Maygus pulls the edge of his mouth. In "Wu Festival," you can't win in "Matches". Originally, it's not about sex. Follow elegant rules, come to the struggle with care, etc.

The farce ends here.

Dj Foul's chant was over.

I even feel pity for the person who is standing in the bar to receive the ring, following the rules of the crappy martial arts festival.

Martial arts festival? Policy? You know what, fuck you......!

Invisible wind blade, focusing on the right arm.

(- Stupid, fuck you -)

Its arms flashed in a blindfolded gap by a lagging ring.

Pan, and.

"The Arm." The left arm of the drift guard was paying off the unleashed ring.

"What?"

It was Dj Foul who got stunned.

You, what are you doing? Ring. That's what this martial arts festival is all about. Don't you understand the contents of the policy? Fool, collect it honestly.

The black eyes of drifting protection did not show rings or anything.

Both eyes of darkness colour just stare at Dj Foul. That's not an earlier gaze at observing complexion. Just cold, the color of the underworld. There's no need to check on the other person's weakness anymore. I'm just trying to tell you the end, it's so cold...

"What's the surprise? You said it first."

In a quiet voice. With colorless faces.

The boy told him.

- I'm here to beat you up.

I struck out.

It is not a fist that stops at the moment of the landing "Impact" and pulls back at hand. It is not an exquisite addition or subtraction of body blow, which continues with the trick.

Arishi Current Protection released is a full swing right hook. The landing point is Dj Foul's left cheek.

fist to wrist. Wrist to elbow. Elbow to shoulder. From the shoulder - all over the body. The feeling of destroying the enemy, destroying the human body, is transmitted without a neighborhood.

Biki, Kin, and. A deadly sound wooded the spirit. The sound of ruin that pulls a thousand pieces of fiber, something that should not be damaged.

Dj Foul's face bounced like a ball. The cheekbones crumble, even the thin face sinks into distortion. In the form of an extrusion, the left eye peels null and white eyes. The jaw joints off and the tongue pops out of the gap in the open mouth.

An even more ruinous sound picks up the body of the thin demon warrior, Maygus, who tries to fall in one blow.

What followed was the upper cut on the left. Crushing jaw. Blowing teeth. Tongues that sound pinched and annoyed. A winding blood wind. Only if you don't allow it to fall, a dozen dozen forces your sinking body to stand.

His face, visibly deformed to distortion, thus slightly raised, was relentlessly swept away by his right again.

Right, left, right. Triple punch combination of electrolithic fires.

Dj Foul's thin body spinned in the air like a windmill due to the impact of a lateral beating. If you draw a spiral and see a red splash, is the water wheel closer than the windmill? And as a personal accident, the skinny is slapped from head to earth. And there was a lot of blood rain.

A drifting shield that looks down cold in return blood and a Dj Foul that collapsed like losing power. Meanwhile,

"That's it. End of story."

The white clothes I was watching break in quickly.

Arishi Current Protection vs., Dj Foul.

It was a moment of complete settlement.