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

Running in an almost falling form, Digos leaned over his reclining drift protection.

Using the right blow as a skin cut, I drop both fists like crazy. I don't even mind a broken left arm as a weapon, like an iron hammer.

'Wow, wow! No more witchcraft, no more nothing! I was a horse rider and I hardly ever hit him! Is this only a matter of time now!? Is it over or finally over?!? Is it Digos Akelone who wins - Huh!?

Thirty thousand enthusiasm mixes with the screaming of Scenomea, which is almost faint.

- By now.

As he stood up and sat next to the voice person screaming, Duen stared into the mirror with a quiet expression.

(Deal with that Lugo Aliumi... by now -)

How many of the thirty thousand enthusiastic people did they realize?

These two struggles. An offensive play of the final battle being fought. that all of the flow had been masterfully manipulated by Diegos. Everything was going exactly as Diegos assumed.

(No. Precisely...... since before that, Digos was aware of him)

He also showed off his end-of-life manipulation and warfare in his struggle with Predilecke, and made it an illusion as a trump card. That he cleverly kept his health warm while standing around with that grudge demon.

(And in the last struggle that began)

The thunder phosphorous has also been torn. Four consecutive high-altitude techniques have also been outdone, which have exhausted their ability as "windings". He also took a counter-attack and was broken in the left arm.

It's all about the road to the end point of 'tapping that right fist in'.

(Totally unscrupulous...)

The outrage of granting thunder dance throws to one's own fist feet after activating physical enhancement.

Thunder Dance Throw is an aid for setting up disposable throwing gear, etc. that only strives for killing ability. Naturally, I have not been able to apply it to the human body more than before.

The impact of treading and fisting beyond the realm of man by means of two techniques would have pushed back unimaginable recoil on the operator himself.

Duen is convinced that it must also be this separation that cut off Enlocak's consciousness. That moment staggered with Osamu Robbery . Six Kings Thunder Kwon now fleshed out as a glare, and put that fist on him.

(There is a lot of foolishness. not the assassin's means)

However, it is also true that there was no other chance that Diegos would win Enrokak or Liquid Protection.

It was nothing but moulded, stood around, and struck that blow without serving as a single hand. If you get attacked in the process, and you lose consciousness, that's where it ends.

An unacceptable, distracting outline of stepping off.

But the Digos have accomplished it and come one step ahead to grab the victory. Right now, I'm about to cross a line that was thin and long.

(... Already, good...)

narrower the thread of birth - his brother saw his brother go mad and storm in death.

(If you've come this far... show it to me. I'm trying to fulfill you until you break my word, let me through to the end)

Left arm that became a ship's arm. The fist, unknowingly gripped, seeped with a faint sweat.

"Shh! We can go, Digos!

LaDale thrust up his clench as he joined the surrounding audience.

At the same time, I admire my brother's wise eye.

It was for this reason.

Days after the decision to participate in the heavenly banquet of Digos.

It was Ladail who had offered himself and attached himself to his brother's workout, but naturally he thought that the person to be most vigilant and counter-protective was that Enrocaque. Initially, Digos also made adjustments with that intention.

Unlike Duen, LaDale had the confidence to know exactly what his brother was capable of. If Digos, who has studied foolishly and is also able to control his power as a 'roll', was convinced that even Enrokaku could be defeated depending on his standing around.

But was that the day after Khandara appealed to Sakura Branchi for forceful means?

Diegos presented a strange piece of training.

Akelone's secret technique has a skill called Kenshin Rakoto, Lord Kenshin. A technique that Ladeil specializes in, which enables you to drive at the same rate as a horse and serves as a basis for a variety of kicking moves. With this activated, I want you to punch me in the fist while flying around at close range.

Naturally, there's no way I can handle that speed alive.

Digos didn't even outdo him with defensive techniques, but stupidly stood up to him only on his own, being struck and extinguished many times - but he didn't give up and continued his training by that 'assumption'.

What the hell is the point of this, and what kind of training in virtual situations? That was LaDale asking, but my brother only laughed invincibly as he sweated like a waterfall.

But right now, I'm pretty sure.

(Everything... with that Lugo, to fight)

To cross with that heterogeneous boy, who has so much physical ability that cannot be expressed in the word extraordinary. His, to keep up with that move. Without training, he must have ended up getting a fist right after the opening, even though it was Digos.

Now, on the contrary, he masters the flow all the time and pushes in the drift protection. I'm a horse rider and I'm even waving my fist down. There is no more technology, no more witchcraft, but there are limits to both sides. I can assure you. From there, there's no means that I can reverse it to drift protection.

(Go... Go, I've come this far. Push it off, Digos)

My brother doesn't have the talent to be an assassin. What I kept secret was the qualities of a warrior who would not be utilized until glorious.

- I remember. I made a casual promise that day.

"Brother. I... in the end, you can't be a warrior"

I fought for the elders for two years. After several assignments, the twelve-year-old Digos muttered with a look whose brightness was once as grim as a lie.

"Deceive me, strike me by surprise... before I even make them feel dangerous... before I even enlighten them about this one's existence, I'll use all means to take it out"

There is now no emotion in his face, which was rich in joy and sorrow.

"Like Geisserius... you can't be"

Always sparkling eyes, ghostly yet de-energized.

"I..."

I couldn't bear to see my brother as if he'd lost everything.

"Nah, hey."

LaDale couldn't help but say so.

'You too... said that if you grow up a little more, you'll be able to do a lot more of what you like. Um... of the sword lineage, is that Enrokaku? I'm talking about how hard it is for him to do what he says is the strongest side by side with his brother. "

I wanted to cheer up a little bit about my brother who was going to die just like that if I left him alone.

"In a few moments, you'll have a chance to go to Heavenly Banquet."

If I say it with an exaggerated gesture and a hand gesture, Digos finally reacts.

"This is me... can I go to the Heavenly Banquet?"

"Before it happened. If you were me, if you could use the power of" rolling ", you could win."

'... brother. Thank you.'

"Mm."

To comfort you, I guess they thought you were saying it with care.

LaDale, thanked with a lonely voice, was reflexively muddled though.

"You, no, okay, okay. You crybaby. '

Bitter, stick your fingertips at my brother.

'Look, I'm going to prove to you that I'm not the right guy. If you ever go to a heavenly banquet in the future - I'll do my best to assist you. I'll let you win. "

"... brother,"

'Look, it's a promise. I'll do my best to make you win, so you do your best to win.'

You won't even remember Digos, such a distant old promise. Ladale herself, a satirical day bullshit that she even finds ridiculous.

Still.

Now that the promise of a former word is about to come true, to the sight of it,

"Go, Digos......! Be a hero! We're almost there. Yeah!

I instantly forgot even the intentions I had within me, and my brother couldn't help but scream fervently.

In one of the greatest zealots ever, Belgrette stared into the black water mirror to eat in.

"......, ugh"

Digos', desperate shape to be a horse rider and wave his fist down. An unimaginable look from a quiet giant who always stood tall. It was the face of a thunderous warrior, not even a girl knight I've known for over a year.

It's over. The shield loses.

How can I get out of that state with him?

Horse-riding driftshields have their legs wrapped around Digos' torso, but have not become resistant. On the contrary, can't I get away with that?

Both sides have broken left arms. Your health will also be at its limits. You can't transition to complicated hands, such as a tightening move by grabbing your opponent. Only simple, one-sided fist storms rough.

In a loud cheer that seemed to paralyse his ears, Belgrette glances at the face of Sakuragiri, who sits right next to him. She said she was gonna watch the game, but...

……

The expression of Sakuragiri looking up in the mirror. Neither rejoice in the favor of Digos nor turn any sentiment towards the disadvantages of drift protection. What floats in her face - I opened my eyes, an obvious consternation.

"Sa, Eli? What..."

Moments later, the witch stood up. Wave your hand around, sounding your own voice even if you know you can't hear it.

"Mr. Ogo, no! That posture damned! Get away from me!

- Weird.

Such thoughts were beginning to swirl inside Digos as he continued to slap down his fist streak.

Beating on top of the opponent. A simple, but effective handset on top of this in a physical bump without surgery.

But. He says he's fisted down many times from this posture, but there's no sign of a drift protection ring coming off.

"Guh,"

On the contrary, several rounds are beaten by a flushing shield that still shakes his head in this state, or by his right arm, beating the hard earth with excessive momentum. The recoil lifts the fist bone. A broken left arm, a crushed right fist, gradually stops moving.

Also, on both legs of driftshield wrapped around the torso - the fist strike is clearly shallow as it is inhibited from riding deeply by its power.

Evil ascension, should I say? The impression is that the fist punch has not been successfully struck because the lower drift shield faintly causes the body to twist or force into the leg. Differences in stature are causing it to arrive.

Nevertheless, it is you who are unilaterally attacking. If you keep hitting me in this state, you have to...

Along the way, Digos noticed.

……

He had black, quiet eyes.

Its black gaze peeks through the gap in the right arm raised on the defense.

I don't think I'm in an overwhelming disadvantage, Flushing Face. The face of a martial artist who increased his concentration to the limit, the same as when he was attacking the Thunder Festival stick.

"... bad, Digos"

A calm voice that doesn't seem to belong to the cornered, emanating from the boy's cut lips.

"I'm going to need a different trick or muscle than when I'm standing, like a punch from sitting down. No matter how much Digos, it's Maggie, the chanter of this world, who hasn't spread fighting skills. You can't possibly have that foundation."

Out of the way. Inside the giant, the unpleasant hunch swells.

Bad. Something.

"By the way, this posture isn't the same as a horse riding. Guard position, something like that."

I don't know what that word means.

But an unspeakable sense of crisis ran through my spine.

"I don't know about Sleeping" Ground "- I'm not scared of his pound...!

The boy who's supposed to be worn out, provocatively nip up the edge of his mouth.

Something in the giant issued a clear alarm.

Get away from me.

As the gap is poked, the right arm of the shield is stretched out. An auspicious arm wrapped in muscles to the point of awesomeness, approaching the chest of Digos.

I pull myself away trying to get away, but both legs of drift protection entangled in my torso don't allow it.

"Guru......!

I finally recognize you here.

It wasn't bad, it wasn't.

The drift shield was manipulating this one's movements as it went down - being driven into that position. He was skillfully moving his body and minimizing the power of his shaken fists.

And...

"Noooo, gu, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Muscle strength is like different. Heavy. What the hell is stuck in this little flesh of Ari Current Protection?

Still, I'm forced to pull it off. Pay off your impending arms, slap your legs tangled like a wax, and once you get away from this opponent, turn around with all your might - there, I saw it. The moment the paid boy's right hand is gripped loose.

I managed to peel it off, not. Intentionally, the shield was released from custody. It made me think I was going to move to a grasping move and made me rush.

Why do people train witchcraft and divine chanting "Oracle"?

The reason for this is extremely simple. Because it is weak.

Digos, who stood up painfully, was letting his breath drastically cut. No, because of the restraint, the movement stopped from draining due to the violent attempt to solve it.

There.

The right fist of the drifting guard, who woke himself up to jump at the abs procedure, was engulfing the left flank of Digos, which instantly became a bar.

"Or - is,... eh"

That, with just one blow like a monster. I don't think it's a creature called a weak person, with a fist grip.

Concentration. The flow of the soul and heart "Prarna". My temper. My fighting spirit. There must have been a victory at the moment. Everything.

With the breath of anguish that is exhaled, everything refluxes from Digos' mouth.

In just one blow, everything you've piled up will disintegrate -.