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

"The Multiple Holder" Fordisis "... was it" Wrapped "when it was a refeit? That way, if you retain a lot of surgery, the flow of the soul and heart" Prarna "will swirl around and surround you. It was named after the fact that it appeared to be threaded multiple times, something like that."

The giant snorted satisfactorily, "In a famous answer," if the drift guard followed his mouth.

"I don't know how many explanations Edvin has. I want you to apprentice the Lord."

"Ha. You're stable, Edvin... At first, I thought," Dude, why are you running a ton of demo moves, was Digos actually a "penta"? "I was out of breath from a series of surgeries, so I thought that wasn't true. That's why I came out safely."

"F. I don't care what you say, but I think it's the ability to reach Penta."

"Heh. But... will it reach me?

Slowly. Drop your hips and stand up for drift protection.

"F... let me try"

A spiral of sand swirling around the giant. Still, the atmosphere is wrapped around. I mean, it retains some sort of technique. However, due to his condition of wear and tear, he should no longer be able to use the high-end technique. I can assure you that I am not as exhausted as Digos, although I bear a great deal of pain in my flank and left leg. I saw it up close, and I knew it clearly. The giants today have lost so much vitality that they are so close to Belgrette after dealing with the Great Sword of Water.

By surpassing a series of earlier attacks, the balance was definitely leaning toward drift protection.

That scene when the settlement was imminent. Moved first, it was Diegos.

As he rushes over, he manifests a thunder stick on both hands.

"- Sick!

It was streamlined. But obviously the velocity, the weight lost rambling.

The shield sits on the spot with only the armor of the right arm, one after the other, wielding the violet shock.

……

A bitter, incredible look on Digos's face.

Stream protection thinks quietly as it strikes down a storm of white thunder nearby.

A giant man who still has some sort of skill. I can't use high-altitude surgery like this anymore. I have approached myself and waged a white soldier battle.

(What I'm hiding is a melee attack technique. Otherwise, defense in case I turn to counterattack)

Either way.

Increase your concentration. No matter how Digos moves, no matter what technique he uses, so that he can respond immediately.

- In the vortex of the training ground, the more pushed you are, the more calmly you cross without gaps.

Lifeguard himself was an unknown thing, but that characteristic that an old man named Kayamazo, a master of Shiyama Ten Rivers, nursed and laid eyes on.

The boy was now reaching an untouchable area with one finger in his simultaneous use by a fearful concentration.

When I was young, I had dreams that I took for granted.

He wants to be a stronger man than anyone. He wants to be a hero admired by everyone, like Geisserius. Was it when you were eight years old that you realised it was an unfulfilled dream?

The opposite of the hero of Ka. Born into a genealogy of murderers living in darkness, he said he didn't deserve anything at that point.

The thought bound Digos' heart with a stronger curse at ten.

The death of the elder man. It was all beautiful. Lighted inside me, flames of hate. Even with vengeance, there was no healing mind. The raw of a man who is killed and ends in vain. With myself, with my family and those close to me, there is no such thing as an indestructible guarantee tomorrow. Just as the boss was.

But I think so.

Why did you understand that in childhood, but still remain slightly hopeful?

'Look, I'm going to prove to you that I'm not the right guy. If you ever went to a heavenly banquet in the future...'

But in the end, it slipped out.

I only started to think it was useless to have dreams, ideals, etc., and I lost my mouth count. I imitated the tone of the great old man I respected so that I could be an adult who reached an agreement quickly. Only the body grew up as big as if against the empty inner surface, and only when did it overtake the back length of the two brothers. While repeating the mission, the combat skills were refined.

Only the mind that forced me to agree remained empty, as it was left behind.

One day like that.

The pale accumulated track record was appreciated and neighboring Raindeer decided to stay at Midir College in order to learn about the internal affairs of other countries and how the school of witchcraft works.

The place and content have changed, and this is also the job. I decided to stand one step away from building a deep relationship. There were tough exterior surfaces, size of the body, and spontaneous inability to speak, none of them trying to get close - it was supposed to be.

About a few days after enrollment. As is slightly normal, intimate - no, there is one man who comes to be familiar with me.

"Yo, big guy's. You're absolutely strong. All right."

Little by little, the circle of friendship widens to cut off getting to know a boy named Edvin Gaul like that.

Mia is not frightened of herself, who should be big and intimidating, and treats herself in a nostalgic way. Lenore, who is basically quiet but still comes in plain contact. Belgrette also received a heartfelt welcome (although her sister obviously looked reluctant and so on), who thought she would have none other than a work relationship. Boys and girls like Alverista, Emeline and Stellario, who seemed frightened at first, gradually broke it down.

Frankly, I enjoyed my days at the academy. My second brother told me that I couldn't stop laughing, but when I realized it, I was starting to float naturally.

- That's how a year and a little bit passed, and I met the man.

Black hair, black eyes. Low upper back, like a girl, on the plain face of the East Side. But a heterogeneous boy who is amnesiac, equipped with uncomparably large muscles such as coarse power pride.

Strong, I could break it at a glance.

Nevertheless, everyone else would have been surprised by the overwhelming martial arts in their inability to handle any one technique.

As such, the boy cites successively the effects that even the famous chanter Magee would not be able to achieve. Like the inept hero, Geisserius. That dream I once admired and gave up. A grand thrust through the hegemony to glory.

That's exactly what this moment is all about.

He tries to control the heavenly banquet only by force without skill. It's coming to the brink of it. Naturally, it's a great feat without precedent. It will undoubtedly be told as a legend until future generations.

My heart jumps. I want to cross blades with a man like that. Jealous. The man walks to the hegemony he gave up.

With all sorts of thoughts mixed together, only one thing was certain.

Why can't I beat that guy who embodies my dreams, who can't help but beat me?

That was the only thing that was pushing and moving the giant man who was overstepping the limit, by the way.

It's like a steel wall.

The thunderbolt stick indiscriminate blow carried out by Digos does not reach stray shelter as just one. Strike out. Yokohama. Knock it down. All of it is struck down with a single right arm resting on your half.

In front of me - the longer I stretch my arm, the closer I am to being touched, but I don't feel like hitting it.

Even his opponent, Enrokaku was able to strike directly at the counters, a staggering method of about a few rounds. But to this boy now, he can't even reach a piece of spark.

If you kept punching in forever, you would keep being paid for forever - even a concern comes to mind.

"... ugh."

Digos is wary.

It is his guts that should be feared, as well as the incredible skill of this boy.

Stream protection and full-bodied creativity. I can't feel any strays or fears in my face - standing, even though I say that if I take a blow, I could fall. On the contrary, the more you type in, the more focused you even seem to be.

Is that bravery fulfilled, born or cultivated? The giant didn't even have a good idea, but one thing's for sure.

(Can't guess. No - on the contrary...... p)

I'll take it.

If you keep attacking me like this, I'll definitely get a counterattack.

Instead of wearing out, drift protection is becoming easier. They're completely cut off. This one is at a disadvantage in health fights. If so, sooner or later, I sew between the swinging sticks, and that fist flies.

(Then again -!)

While seeping in some haste, the giant also increases the loss and concentration on the boy.

Kan, and the ringing light sound.

That's a signal that the equilibrium can be broken.

A stick protruding is bounced and directed down in a way that pushes him into the behavior of his leaning right arm. From that position, the right fist of the drift shield jumped. Like a snake that is supple and devours its prey. Aim at Diegos' face.

――――――

Imminent remnants.

A dozen marks the end.

The ultimate form of hand-to-hand karate, admired by a young man.

Numerous accomplishments, saving many people, sinking numerous enemies, pearl fisting.

That's why.

Let me, kid.

The first thing Digos Akelone perceived was the feeling of a foreign body crushing his left arm.

Left arm devoured of teeth, jaw fastened with shoulders, and fully reinforced. a robust shield. It was crooked by the fact that it received the right fist of driftshield. Preventive yet penetrating shock scatters a red splash from Digos' nose.

- First one.

It should be noted that this damage was sustained while exercising the physical enhancement that was retained.

Totally cod out, but it could be considered a huge success at a time when I wasn't finished getting hit in the face.

- And the second.

I kept it, authentic, last resort.

Thunder Dance Throw "Rabba Broom".

The technique that improves the power and accuracy of hits, such as throwing objects. The previous auxiliary technique was applied to the stone crushing thrown to Predilecke by Liquid Protection. Akelone Secret Mastery that gave just a piece of stone strong enough to blow away the feathers of the resentful demon, albeit due to the great power of the unleashed drift protection.

I applied it to my limb fists and feet.

More power means - that is, more hardness.

"Guh-guh."

I won't make it through again. If the seed is splattered, it won't go through anymore.

But still, I don't mind.

Step in. A toe on the left foot slamming the earth broke through the tip of the footwear. A peeking toe emits a hint of white light.

The technique, which is not meant to be applied to a person. The forces and velocities deviated from the realm of man by physical strengthening and thunderbolt dance throws relentlessly recoil back into the flesh of Digos.

"-, -, -"

- This, just one more time.

Ankle to knee, knee to leg. discomfort and intense pain, like something breaks. Applying it to the body is now "the second time following the Battle of Enrokak". It's the limit now.

Forced to hold the pain in with fortification, then pour consciousness into your thin, glowing right hand.

A gripping finger fogged the Thunder Festival stick, lifting its stiffness but shaping its fist -

"-Oh-oh."

- God.

Just once.

Let this man win...

There were no alarms or gaps in Arima current protection that increased concentration to the extreme.

A rambling stick, a right poke after cutting off the offense. Purposeful plugged counterattack. No matter what technique you have, give it while you activate it, etc., a blow that struck out.

…………

That was prevented.

The protruding right fist remained to grind Digos' left arm.

(Body, fortified...!

The identity of the technique that the other person held. At the same time that I could find out one of them, now the giant moved all the time that it was my turn.

Strong left leg to step out. Arcing right arm is supple.

That makes you feel like you've been practicing martial arts for years.

And above all,

(-Speed...... Huh!?

It is not solely due to physical strengthening. The slightly white fist...

(Earlier, I used it for the stone I threw at Predilecke -)

That was an unacceptable rate of thought for a moment. I can't imagine it coming from that giant, when the wind hits me.

The broken left arm does not rise and the burnt left leg does not move.

There is no "suzu" technique that can instantly respond to an overspeed fist punch approaching from the right.

Digos' Iron Fist, which came with momentum to tear the atmosphere apart, landed a "clean hit" on the left cheek of the driftshield.

"…, …………………!"

That's when the flash - no, literally flash straight to the right.

As it is, it is struck out by a single letter, with a small body - but a drifting flesh that should be heavy, bouncing and flying on the sidelines.

The flow protection takes the form of a half-air rotation, crashing from head to ground. He threw out his limbs and rolled them in big letters.

――…… ――

Instead of words and bitter sounds, rare blood reflexes overflowed from the mouth of the boy lying on his back.

(…, ma…………………………)

A touch of dirt on the back. In the blinking eyes of the focal point is the fine light pouring down from the gap between the growing leaves. Covered hidden sunset sky.

- Complete, knockdown.

There were no alarms or gaps in Arima current protection that increased concentration to the extreme.

But it is this strengthening of the body and the improvement of the ability of the combined moves through thunderbolt dance throws that once pruned Enrokak Stijje's consciousness into the back of Digos' hand. Completely selfish, a hand that doesn't even exist in the name of moves.

This.

At that moment, it was an inevitable overthrow, which arose because the giant had completely overtaken the boy's physical abilities.

Thirty thousand cheers come here to culminate.

Duane, Ladeil, Dino, Belgrette, Sakuragiri, Yuhimie, the governor, Tyzen, Scenomea, Zeilin, Gadgad, and Greefoot were all equally eye-openers.

The exchange of fists and feet at the front seemed to be irreversible, with the current protection. The tough boy - more than that, with only one fist, lay before the sight of the earth.

"... oh,"

Step on your trembling left leg.

"Oh..."

Something broke his right fist in.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

I yelled.

Digos Akelone shook his body and was roaring at the rattling mountains. The roar of the whole spirit squeezing out of the whole body, not from the oligarchy manhood.

The joy of being able to shower a dozen dozen strong enemies? An encouragement to whip on the heavily moaning flesh? Screaming coming from the severe pain caused by unscrupulous fortification?

That, I guess, is everything.

"Uh-oh, ooh-oh!

Raising a roar like a fierce, mad beast, Digos leaps to a laid stream protection.

Yes. I haven't had the blow ahead of me, and the fallen drift protection ring isn't off. the stubbornness of its flesh. Exhaustion accumulated on Digos himself. Factors will vary.

Either way, it's not over yet.

'... no more witches... normally, I want to live...... Yeah, normally...'

To make the balance that I finally leaned to my side unshakable,

"Right."

To grab a complete victory,

"The hope. Let me make it happen."

To fulfill that promise.

Akelone's young spear squeezes the last force.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!

It was no longer a man's word.

Running with all his might, Digos slapped down his full right fist on the face of the fallen stream guard.