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

'Hey, is it finally a big deal! As for Mr. Duane, who is expected to win!

'Right......'

Hmm, and the commentator and champion attaches his hand under his chin.

Warriors who have been forced into tension and battle for more than four hours. It would be the difference in degrees that everyone would be feeling both physically and mentally tired. Naturally, the less expensive the more advantageous.

If you think about the flashes in the faces of the rest of us...

Digos, who clashed with Enrokak, is definitely the limit. In the first place, the victory itself equals a miracle.

(I don't know what you set me up to do...)

To Enrokaku, the Six Kings Thunder Rights do not pass. Then he set up something else in that blink.

(... you idiots)

I fall at this moment as hard as I can right now, and I wouldn't be surprised if my name disappeared. As my brother, I was in the mood to order the ambulance to drag him out of the woods immediately. Just remembering makes my liver cold.

With the sigh, I switched my thoughts to it as a commentator.

The drift protection that has continued to fast-forward is just as intense in the colour of fatigue. In a series of wars against Enrokak and Dj Foul, there are stacks of non-negligible wounds.

If...

'That's right! As far as I'm concerned, I was wondering if you were a Dino player... I have the impression that it leaves a lot of room...'

"Ugh. Little girl, how much did you like that colored guy?

'Chi, no! You look objective......!

'If you look at it objectively… the least drained person at the moment will still be in your favor'

In the form of taking over the words of Scenomea, he cuts out the opinions after Duen has pondered them.

'Mr Dino certainly... other than fighting Mr Badaluye, he has not even been properly bombed. But that little cannon, Infega, the scratches on the handshot, they're never shallow.

So, "what if".

Duen prefaced the hypothetical words, pointing his thin eyes towards the corner of the mirror. There are just over thirty left, in which we watch one name shine as it should.

(... if 'this man' still has enough leeway -)

"Mm-hmm. I got one. Besides, it looks like it's just about to start. '

At the same time as Zeilin's words, the mirrored scene switches.

On the way to the narrow beast path, which continues by cracking the forest road.

Standing in grandeur is precisely Dino Gailroen, who has risen to the topic at hand. As Duen told me, I can't see how he was injured except where he was shot by Badalje - with slight blood seeping through his chest and abdomen. I have the same confident thin grin on my face that is too positive.

'Ah... I'm a Dino player! I knew you were almost intact!

What a delightful voice of Scenomea sounds almost like that of a maiden in love.

And.

There was such a flaming youth and a relative man.

Sleek and tall, a beautiful young man no less than Dino. A typical travel look, feather-woven in leather light armor and cape. The beauty that I would likely believe if I were told I was the lead actor in the troupe has a sentiment of sadness. Even that look seemed to highlight the man's brilliant eyebrows.

'Hmm... this is it. This martial arts festival won't be a beautiful men's showdown over one or two. It's an eye-catching thing. Hello, little girl?

Zeilin laughs like a tear by the way,

"Yeah... so, but..."

But Scenomea let her cheeks pull slightly.

I guess I remembered. This sad man's struggle so far. I can't imagine from a neat look, that odd look.

'This is... Hmm.... almost intact... right? Mr.'

State the thoughts Duane observed quietly.

With a crying face, the beautiful man standing on the other side of the mirror opens his mouth.

'One… May I ask…'

Previously - the eighty-fifth, heavenly banquet. Person who had taken on the transcendent of the western country, Levin Rayfield, and was competing for the championship to the end.

Gunfoot Martyhawk, King of Shots Down.

I wonder who will win. Just a fold in the topic that just came up, the name Duane was watching. That person.

'Why did you take part in this harsh martial arts festival?

"Uh?"

What was thrown at me was words, not aggression. Asked, Dino frowns.

"For my hometown? For the family? Or is it for your own good? For example, you have a debt you can't help, or you have circumstances that you really have to fight for... '

"No, no, no. Ask me.... that's right. '

The red young man, scratching his head with polypoli, raises his index finger and raises his right arm, in the main. High.

"- This is my strongest. To prove Sole."

Shiny red eyes. Large, hoisted mouth angle. What an arrogant proclamation. But there was also a leak of admiration from the audience for its appearance, which was too grand and like. Makes you think it's not just the mouth, its power. This man is equipped with 'something' that just makes him believe the words that have been unleashed. It was a proclamation that made me feel that way.

But.

"- You shouldn't."

That opponent confronting him, he was not convinced. Musty, skew your face like a murky child. Greefoot stares at Dino.

'... what is it, and why? That's... that's not sad'

"Uh?"

'Fight for someone. Fight bearing something you can't pull off later. That's why people are beautiful. If I get shot in the middle of my mind, I'm sad. Yet...... there is no sadness in fighting for such a private personal greed. I'm not convinced. "

"It's a funny yallow. I don't know if Omei's convinced. '

'- Then. Sorrow... with this hand, we have to create it.'

Shortly afterwards. From the audience, a scream rolled up.

'Launch Fire' and practice them, enough to wait.

But there's no sign of anyone coming.

What's going on, I have to move in Temei after all - and Dino, pioneered in wait, started moving for a while.

It was this young man I met.

"- Then. Sorrow... with this hand, we have to create it."

The man of beauty was devouring his teeth with tears.

... What the hell is that?

It was a stingy dino, but a martial arts festival where so many people gathered. No wonder you're mixed up with one or two people who are a little crazy.

Moments.

It was Dino who was stunned.

Disappeared.

There were about six or seven miles at a distance. A strange man in tears scratched out.

――――

For a moment, Dino considers why the phenomenon of 'losing sight' occurs.

Like that 'brave man', did he move at a rate that even with his own eyes could not be captured? Otherwise...

Have you gone around to a position you haven't even predicted?

"Oh, and no, no, no."

In conclusion, the latter. The voice was heard from 'directly below'.

――――

Not left or right. I'm not jumping. I didn't go around behind my back. Literally, directly below.

A young man lying on his back was wetting his face in tears and looking up at Dino. Distort the righteous face to the point of collapse.

Complete leaning back. But I'm not sleeping. From behind the youth, there were countless long 'legs' that emitted thin pockets. If you like - shaped by ice, huge spider legs. They spread to blossom from his back, lightly supporting the body of the man lying on his back.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

One of the legs jumps from the bottom looking for Dino. Flames appear and are accepted,

"!... ooh, ooh"

The defensive Dino's body floated easily. There, one more leg roars like a whip. The enemy says he's downstairs, but a blow looming straight from the side. I take this too and overtake it, but now I'm skipped to the side as it is.

"... Vo"

Landing undisturbed, Dino looks to his opponent.

From the back, five left and five right. It feels short because it depicts the word "he", but one is about two miles long. The young man, supported by a total of ten ice legs, remained almost in a bridge position, upside down and stared at Dino.

"I didn't know you were going to prevent it... you do it... But unfortunately... you lose here. Arms...... If you lose one of your legs, you won't be able to say you want to be the strongest, etc. No... drop your neck and you won't be able to talk in the first place...? Oh, that's, uh, sad. Ugh... that thoughtlessness... I promise that sad thoughts will feed this Greefoot Martyhawk -"

upside down - tears that pass from both eyes to the head. But 'downward' mouth angle from Dino.

"Kuku, you're so distorted. If you see a weak-minded kid, you're about to cry.... Whatever."

Dino, too, carves a grin to respond.

"Omei, don't you think you'll enjoy it a little bit? It won't be long now, will it?

The young man who produced the long blade of the Red Lotus and the young man who manipulated the pale legs. Both hosting conflicting attributes kicked the ground at exactly the same time and fleshed out to each other.

"To the boulder... that's heavy..."

Ron Bartel in white and the same paramedics lowered the stretcher they were carrying and breathed with their shoulders.

That big 'haul', exhausting even the forged out of them. Sleep tied to a stretcher, a monster named Enrokak Stije.

The fact that Digos beat him was too hard to believe, but this is how he's falling into reality.

It was their role today to take this giant outside and leave it to Duane and the others to deal with it later.

"But... what is it, this man? Too......"

One of the white clothes looks down at Enrokak and clogs the words.

Even as Ron, I understood what you were trying to say.

Too big, too tough. A beastly body wrapped in unexpected muscles like the same human being. It's as if - by God's whim or something - the 'thing' to be born as a warcraft has been given the figure of man.

The man is currently restrained with a thick rope wrapped around him, which can be considered excessive. That appearance may no longer be close to sealing, rather than restraint.

"I've heard rumors since I was born that I let him stand and walk, etc."

Take such a word of one of the white clothes, and another follows.

"Speaking of which, this is also a story of frowning... I hear Lord Chimohay also threw a spoon about Enrokaku's flesh. It seems that back in the day, the research department had asked Warger Tab's healthcare provider to investigate. Whatever it is, there are very competent doctors in that country. Sure... Sorata Hozmi from" The Pharmacist "or something"

"Well, it's my first ear. So?"

"In the view of that doctor, Enrokak's flesh of flexion... what did he say... sure, muscle hypertrophy... Mios... I forgot the details... but anyway, it can be said that it is the product of such symptoms, which deserve to be called 'disease'. I don't know if it's true."

Other faces nod more. It was also my first ear as Ron.

It would be a story you should hear about half the rumors.

It's still a long way out. The chatter was there, too. The line ended a few minutes' rest, trying to carry the stretcher again -

……

Ron and his men, who turned their gaze to 'Carriage', stunned and stiffened themselves.

To a laid stretcher, Enrokaku, bound multiple times with tough ropes. The big man, who should have been unconscious, had his eyes open. Give me your gory, bloody eyes.

"Dear Sir... you're awake...!

"... dude. What the hell is going on?"

He was just a giant trying to get himself down, but he just doesn't solve it. The schema used is extremely robust when building castles, etc. It is not meant to bind organisms. You shouldn't even be able to get out of this with a tenacious grudge demon.

If this man was full, I would feel a little anxiety, but with all the wear and tear now, it would be just impossible to get out.

"... thank you for everything. As you can see... you lost."

Ron's words and the captive Devil's Sword just opens his eyes.

"I... lose...?

A loud grunt, spit out low. Another white garment walked over, humming his nose.

"Though you were afraid that you would make a bi-perfection with Lord Duen... nothing. In fact, it meant that he had no more power than his brother, Diegos."

In response to that statement, Enrokak turns to both his blood-running eyes.

"What are those eyes? Watch your attitude, you blame."

"Stop."

Ron stops, but his coworkers exasperate.

"We don't care if we cut you off here."

"... ho"

Enrokaku's thick lips hang in distortion.

And low. Just low, the voice was uttered.

"Want to give it a try?