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

"Just exploded, finished, all, settled. Ugh!

The audience, amounting to a total of 30,000, now exploded their cheers.

"Nah, my God! Dj Foul tried to attack Lugo despite the decision to defeat him! In a way, its brother - Kaza Farnez showed it, that pretend to have lost...... you can tell it was a defiant move over that one! But Lugo, without being confused by this, I slashed and dropped it from the front - heh! It's like heavenly punishment! The merciless hammer of the fighting god descended on an outlaw who did all he could as young as a deserted man. Ahhhhh!

Such a raging roar of defeat by the screams of Scenomea surrounds the guest seats - the 'garden of the infinite'. The audience was no longer standing.

"Ko, this struggle......! How was it, Mr. Duane? '

"At the point when Mr. Dj Foul's ring came off, it was no surprise that Mr. Lugo, the winner confirmed, was defenseless. If it's in accordance with the policy, it's natural. But Mr. has tried to cope brilliantly. As a warrior, I thought it was a great concentration. '

In principle, attacks on those whose defeat is decided are forbidden. but as much of a stray shield attack as it is now would be admitted as an inevitable counterattack, Duen added.

"... is that the blow without the addition or subtraction of that boy? From the beginning, if you feel like it, you could have knocked it down with a single blow. Totally, utterly awesome."

Even the transcendental Zeilin Yuente had his mouth drawn slightly.

(Lugo......)

Settlement finally visited. Belgrette strokes her breasts down, howling, having seen the end of it all in her own seat.

The magician Maygus... just because you defeated Dj Foul doesn't mean Myol's wounds will heal. The negative feelings engraved in her heart do not disappear. Maybe it was a clichéd vengeance to do it back because they did it. Still.

(Mr. Myol...... I did, Lugo did)

I thought of her, who would still suffer in the hospital, and couldn't help but remember that.

(... Surprised...)

Should it also be the fist of the gods?

Obviously a fist of a different quality than before. Terribly fast, three dozen instantly released. No, technically, it was the first right gibberish, and it was over with a dozen of them. He let it float forcefully there with a second dozen from the bottom and beat it to pieces without skin in the third dozen that followed.

As a backside, even white clothes that have witnessed various struggles as judges are unexpectedly traces of destruction such that a zombie chill runs. No surgery, just a simple arm.

I can't help but think.

People.

Without the benefit of witchcraft, I wondered if it was something that would bring me to such a realm.

(… this…… is no longer…)

Quickly apply wound treatment to Ji Foul, who is suffering from repeated cramps that fall into depression. Hardly a life will be saved. But...

It's better to die, some words say.

Maygas, a demon warrior who did everything he could to make it look bad. You mean the price such a man was paid for this tragedy?

While the white clothes cool the liver while the other personnel, the victorious brunette boy walks out without looking back.

"... I forgot the ring"

"No... I need it"

Answering the thrown voice briefly, the fisting boy left the evergreen square and disappeared into the woods.

Sitting at the roots of a mossy great tree, the drifting shelter exhaled loudly.

(... yabba, yabba, yabba..., yabba, neck, pain...)

Stand around like you want to do yourself no good. It was just not a good idea to take it from the front without preventing Heltinier's fist. I was under the illusion that my head had blown off. My neck is releasing a nasty pain.

But let's just say that the diagram that didn't even get through the blow of Dj Foul's body helped create a complete victory for drift protection.

An overwhelming settlement, even from the perspective of others and perhaps Dj Foul himself.

(Yes, I saw it...... wow......)

In fact, it was a battle equal to a sweep.

Although I'm glad I was able to master the flow through body blows and provocations, for example, if Dj Foul had only ended up in a long distance battle without lack of calm -

It was a struggle that came with the temper of knocking down whatever came out, but it could be said that it was just unexpected that such a monster came out. It sucked as a compatibility.

(Until I fought, I just... I thought you were a dick...)

It's like being separate from Enrokak, while having the same attribute of wind.

And its strength is real. There was also something to keep an eye out for in body surgery. If you thought of it as one chanter, Magee, I can assure you that it was definitely a formidable enemy completed with a high degree of purity.

Hard win. But it was able to serve one purpose and managed to connect the neck skin as well.

…………

Drop your exhausted gaze to both fists lightly gripped.

Clearly, it remains. A shock crushed Dj Foul's cheek. The feeling of crushing my jaw.

The way I ended that man's life. Same as in Detlev. Response to destroying a single human being without skin.

I don't know in detail how much healing the miracle of God called the Divine Chant "Oracle" can possibly be. Still - it's not hard to imagine what would happen if you didn't hesitate to hurt people with supposedly non-standard force in this world. At least we shouldn't have a full recovery in the future. I didn't hit him with 'that intention' like I did when Enrokak, but it's not strange if he didn't help.

…………

I have no regrets.

I could clear Myol's mindless mind.

If the first Hyunnupapio word I encountered was certain, the Demon Martial Artist "Maygas" would have been going for Raindeer next. As a guerrilla, it should be enough to think we could have prevented it before.

I didn't mean to kill you from the beginning. It would have been easy if I wanted to. But I even felt that was raw and warm for the guy. I thought I'd let him live and let him taste the hell out of it that he would continue to regret.

And - such a black revenge, was fulfilled.

(............... what is it)

Yet. I just don't interpret it. Only the unspeakable aftertaste tightened my chest without ever feeling refreshed. Is revenge something that also makes me feel complicated?

... Yes. Even when you defeat Minette's vengeful Draughtrow, there's no way you're going to feel sunny.

"- Me!"

Well, I can't help it if it's sinking. Tense the bread and your own cheeks with both hands and get back in the mood. Switch your thoughts.

And then, what kind of warriors are left?

Now Dj Foul, the leader of the magician Maygas, falls off. The rest of the constituents should be nothing more than elephants. I don't think we need to be overly vigilant......

(... Mr. Gonder, what did you do?)

My concern is that man who has left it up to Gonder to be the Misty Ice Mage. That opponent, he's definitely strong. I can't put it into words well, but compared to the rest of the Demon Martial Artist "Maygus" - like "Something's Different," even compared to Dj Foul. Could Gonder have won that enemy over his opponent?

And most importantly, speaking of remaining - Enrocaque on Dino. These two will definitely still be alive. Speaking of which, what happened to Digos that he is competing as the 'Thirteen Martial Family'?

"Ha... it's not over yet."

The arcilegna I used earlier has twitched. One taken away by Dj Foul - I can say I was really lucky to get a valuable recovery item in that way.

Let's get back on track when we get just a little rest, and the boy calmed down to the roots of the tree.

"…………………… Ah,"

Myol Felstrem also finds herself bluffing.

Even though I'm not sleepy, it feels like I was sleeping unknowingly. Needless to say, his mouth seemed to be open, and he rushed to wipe the covetousness he was about to pass on.

Sure, the wind blowing in through the window is pleasant. Today is - yes, the twenty-second. It's the day of the heavenly banquet. It was a little unimaginable that, on this peaceful, easy-to-spend sunny day, in the heart of the capital, the inflexible warriors were gathered to crush each other, etc.

The truth is, I was supposed to compete in the martial arts festival myself. Although.

In this unfamiliar exotic land. In this hospital room - on the bed, I have to spend just one person, nearly a month.

"…, ………………"

I, was I such a weak woman?

He trained as a wingman, Mage, and even the bandit's raid was outrageous. I was confident in my arms. Yet...

Shake your head.

If you close your eyes - if your vision is wrapped in darkness, that group of black clothes is going to float behind your brain. It wasn't even a fight, that unilateral violence. There's a sight of Ji Fool, like a pigeon.

"Awesome, awesome, yummy, yummy, yummy!

Suddenly a loud voice rang from the outside, and Myol shook herself frightened.

Something happens, I look out the window - into the hospital courtyard. I was just about to go under one boy sitting on the bench and another boy with a drag on his leg was about to go towards me. Is my age about the same as those of the drift guardians? I guess they're both patients being treated in this hospital.

"Oh, my God, shut up... what's wrong with you"

"No, no, it's a heavenly banquet, a heavenly banquet! I just got a call from Itoko going to the venue!

Myol blinks his ear to the word he hears.

"You were Dj Foul, the head of the magician Maygus! You know, he's the boss of those guys who used to do whatever he wanted in the city!

It was the name that jumped in by. Myol reacted excessively frighteningly.

That guy. Those guys.

They were seen as winning candidates and so on. Did you do something? I can't believe I've already decorated the victory.

"Bocco, I'm already Bocco Bocco! He said he was beaten up scattered and hit while leaking Shomben! He pretended to admit he lost and even hit me by accident, but it didn't work either and he already messed with me! Zaaaaaah hey!

"... dude, is that true?

…………

Even as Myol, he was in the same mood as the boy who received the report.

Got hit? That guy? So miserable by then?

"Who did this? It."

"I don't know the details... but he's a strange martial artist, and he's so strong. This time it seems like he's even in" The Murderer, "but he's been dealing with him normally. If I thought I fell out of a wound, I'd be alive flat, or if I thought I'd exploded, I'd be fine. Finally, I'd come out of smoke."

"Dude... well, you're not human. Whatever it is, isn't it a little exaggerated?

"I did, the magician Maygus got hit! I wish I could have seen it with these eyes! Feels good! Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

As the boy was thrusting one hand up with great joy, one of the nurses who came by said, "Here, be quiet!" and came to him every now and then.

……

Myol comes to mind with a glimpse of that.

I got hit. That guy. You looked so great. Oh, that's nothing.

"…, is,"

I'm not a shaky boy, but I did want to see it with this eye.

Doesn't make any difference that the man was an inconsistent user. There are even more warriors than that, so the world is vast. Does that mean there's a top?

The strong are eaten by the further strong, and their chains continue. Who is the last beast to survive in a cage called Heavenly Banquet? By the time the night book goes down, its name may also come into the hospital.

Comically thinking about it, a modest knock was made at the door of the hospital room.

"Mr. Myol, it's time for your medicine."

"... Ah, yes"

karma, I don't believe in the old saying. Just a story about a demon being slapped down by another powerful man. Someone didn't give me back what I meant.

Still, I felt like I could sleep tonight without being afraid of the dark.