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

(legs... still not moving)

But that's the same thing with the other person. There is no rush.

Nevertheless, Ryozo Kirihata is once again astonished.

My consciousness accidentally whitened as I was attacking him to tatami. I interrupted.

They pinched the counter to the left.

(Taken from advantage to compatibility at once)

I feel it chewing up the taste of blood that spreads through my mouth.

It was an offense I was going to hold back. In fact, it was a must-win stream that there should have been no such thing as the undefeated.

However, the current shield still stands flat. On the contrary, he nearly got slashed and dropped on the contrary.

(... but)

Here it is.

After all, there was no mistake in my intuition, and I am convinced that Good Buildings.

What I once felt about Arishi Current Protection.

This man is' of his kind '.

The completed era of modernity, which was no longer conceivable, such as accompanied by bloodshed in life. Direct struggle is a society of violence and repellence, barbaric acts and contempt.

The heresy that makes such overriding a supreme joy while being born into such a world.

edge of the mouth conveyed by the red muscles. If you look at its upward shape, it will be obvious.

(That's right. I thought you were from 'This Side', with Current Protection...!

Spring fight.

The kind of struggle you wanted, it wasn't there. An empty victory then fits into the palm of your hand, and that's it.

(That triumph as if it were an unrealistic, phantom... Here, let me replace it with a worthy real......!

Dawn. Aware again, convinced.

A man named Ryozo Kirihata said he had now raised himself for this moment.

(Well, how do you collapse...)

Conceive.

Previously, he was attacking me with the intention of defeating him.

Terrible technique. Half-breed manifolds don't go through. Only to be taken and flushed and bounced by solid protection. As if to embody the name of drift protection.

As a karate man, I am certain of the word that I was not distant from the actual battle, trying to be blunt.

Including that, it bothers me.

(What happened, this man...)

The weight of approaching ninety, unsuitable for its length. I was convinced in my standing around, but there is no falsehood in the words.

Now, the speed is increasing rather than being compromised.

It's not just simple muscle hypertrophy. When we met, it felt like I was tapping a steely tire.

(It's like something that people have to...)

In what environment and with what experience, will it be in such a state?

but

It's the end of the story.

I don't care. I have a strong man in front of me. That's all I need.

As a karate man, he may indeed be dull. But the opponent you're confronting now is definitely a superb warrior. What else do you need?

(After all, will you let me use it? Take this. -)

Focus your consciousness on your lightly gripped right fist.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as having been polished up for this, to that blow.

This samurai named Ryozo Kirihata doesn't know the art of small hands. It's even worse in karate, which has fallen apart and become self-styled.

Experience in action in different worlds and mysterious weightups reminded me that I would be the one above if I were a simple physical ability, but that such a thing is not a great advantage in front of this opponent.

(Seriously strong, this guy...)

Stream protection feels sincere.

Ryozo Kirihata is completed to a high standard.

Terrible heresy that even shredded humanity and stuck primitive acts of struggle.

(Awesome...... I can't be like that.)

Not from the beginning.

The childhood Arihai Current Protection was determined to become stronger to help Lotus Castle Colorful Flowers. Its subject to protect is about to change from her to Grimcrows friends in the future.

Either way, 'protect' is the main thing. If there is no such thing as an extreme story, an assaulting threat, you shouldn't even have to fight it.

'Aren't you lucky? Don't I just happen to have to hang myself in the fangs of a beast? A man named you-- actually, I don't know if he's "like me."

Words emanating from good manufacturing before standing.

Never, it can't be the same kind or something. I think so as a shield.

I can't throw everything at you and poke you that far.

(... but)

If you have enemies... if you have opponents you have to defeat, screw it down.

If you can't defend yourself if you're strongest, you're strongest. If the enemy is the strongest, it will be something that goes beyond even that concept.

That's the way current protection is going nowadays.

I'm not going to lose any more.

Above all, as an Arismic Current Protector individual -, as one struggling person, I want to defeat this mighty enemy.

Nevertheless,

(Well... I won't be seeing each other forever. What to do...... how to chop it up)

It is also true that the gaze in front of the eye is not the person who can be managed solely by temperament and emotional theory.

The only thing left of such a current-protection...

(... that's crazy. How come oh naturally, my body moves......)

A corner of the promenade, Ryozo Kirihata stands somewhere upright. The stubborn beauty arming the developed muscles is reminiscent of that man, who for the first time had a clear intention to kill.

A battle royal unlikely in this world: the Heavenly Bombardment Feast. Among the many mighty men who had participated in the battle, there was a group that had been left out.

- Enrocak Stijje, a storm giant.

(At that time... I...)

At the end of that clash with the monster, something in myself that did open. From it, take out 'it' as if it had been pre-sealed......

(... ok)

Make sure your knees are strong. Recovered.

That would mean the same thing over there.

"Shit."

It was drift protection that moved. Left fist, and a right low kick to make it look.

But good construction prevents this with any raised knee.

Two, three and reciprocal rewards. A dull sound that echoes. Don't let me slap you on the thigh easily. Cold sweat gushing defense for a moment so that you don't get the lows of the stuffy ones, too.

- Shh.

Kick more, show it and switch to fist, left, right and make it look left, further left.

Three consecutive hits of the left fist "Triple," but all of them were prevented by the upper brass arm, a good and unshakeable construction as a boulder. Those sharp eyes speak silently that they no longer make sense, that they remember.

"Angry."

And the samurai will cover you at the end of the blow, right hook. The roaring proud arm, if you get it, is going to blow every neck out. That, the drift shield dodges in Sweden. So,

It feels tight on the back. I touched the bushes along the promenade. There's no more exit in the back.

Good luck swirls his body with his right fist in an empty momentum and takes his right leg one step forward. Shift the shaft foot to you and connect it to the flowing left foot payment.

(Rear sweep leg "Kousootai"......!

It's like an action movie. Whilst marveling at variations in the moves of good construction, drift protection moves.

Cut that blow on the soles of your left foot,

A black shadow that covers the face of good construction.

I was jumping.

(12) Step on the left foot of the sworn samurai, and place your right foot on the curb beside the sidewalk.

Stream protection, which lagged behind from the leap, was looking down at the good construction with the lighting of the outer light on its back.

Hiding the backlight, striking down is the right elbow.

"Shh!"

That prick.

Wuyue Liu is a contraindicated, exterminated "Boumetsu".

A definite blunt response to a slapped elbow. And

"Grr."

A well-made groan I definitely heard.

That blow, which once smashed the nose of a windy giant and cracked the skull of a giant deer that would be 'bulimic',

"... heh, to!?

It was inhibited and prevented by the strenuous left arm of the erected good.

"Grave - Break!

Big strand right foot stepping. Momentum A torso that spins semi-clockwise. With that movement, the right shoulder is drawn inward. And - they use that recoil to protrude, right elbow.

Stream protection that cannot be moved in the air. In its abdomen, the right outer portal parietal elbow released by the good construction was implanted.

"... Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu...!"

There is a different sound in the tree from the body. As if the shock had propagated, gastric fluid pops out of his mouth. It was a blow that just seemed lucky that my gut wouldn't reflux.

(viii. Polar.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A blow from an almost physical, intimate state blows up the flesh to reach ninety kilos.

Sticking the implant behind him in a vacuum, the drift shield knelt down as he twice-three turns to the soil ground.

"but you,.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The beating point is beside Heso. I could take it instantly with my abs, and they just didn't take my ribs or liver. Survive?

Stream protection, all over the green leaves and soil, but managed to rise and face the

――――――――

At that moment, I did see it.

No, maybe I should describe it correctly as' invisible '.

"Zip!"

Its shape, coloured by the branches that dance through the universe, is the work of the gods.

Good construction that has jumped over the implant following the drift protection and slipped into a straight line. The right fist that stood on the lumbar reservoir disappeared.

That was some kind of martial arts game I saw on TV. I don't remember the details.

The more vividly engraved in the brain was the scene of a painful one-shot knockout.

An athlete who falls on his back. More boiling cheer. Talking reality with excitement.

Fast enough to see the repeated slow motion KO scene and finally see that the right fist was shooting through the opponent's jaw.

Seeing the sight, Ryozo Kirihata, then seven years old, thought.

Hit him. His opponent falls. If I could do this against all the humans in the world, I could be the strongest at that point.

Unage-appropriate noisy thoughts. Short-circuit conclusions appropriate to age.

Someone didn't tell me. It's not like I was in a hurry. This game did leave a strong impression, but it wasn't a cut off.

By the time I was tempted, I was struggling, as a matter of course - for strength.

That was a creature called Yoshizo Kirihata.

"If you're hungry, eat. Sleep and go to sleep. Just like that, if you're alive, I want to fight. And I want to be the strongest. That's all. '

Nagasaki's curator, who once heard such a claim by Yoshizo, grinned with a belly. I even rolled around with tears.

"Ha-ha-ha, that's good, Yoshizo, I like it. Shall I show you? How far can you go with such a stoic? '

I start to punch into full-scale training and realize it was normal but childhood.

There is no such thing as a convenient 'special attack'.

A technique that finally takes shape at the end of a rigorous exercise that pushes even the self. The males who polished their mind-movers collide to grasp a victory that cannot be confirmed or otherwise.

That's the struggle.

The sharpened skill, fist feet, and in a sense all of them are special, and in some ways can be turned into blunt "Loras".

Effective hands also differ in each phase. Things change from moment to moment. Fighting is a creature.

I learned the skills to defeat people and learned how smooth they are.

Maybe that's why it was.

Because I don't think it exists, I was in a hurry.

For Pearl's "Special Attack," like crawling to the ground without question as to who it is.

Disappeared.

Such an illusory fist.

The landing point is the left jaw of the fluid shield.

――――…… ……

Cancer, and dull shock.

Guru, and the horizontal world.

It was an invisible fist.

(-... ah)

At least, it was the ultimate fist, accompanied by enough speed to disappear from the sight of Arima Current Protection.

(-... Ha, ha, ha... there was one before)

A swinging brain revives past footage.

That one, yeah. The end point of a weapon called a fist, which was shown by one genius who abandoned his symbolic flame and pushed an alien called physical strengthening to the extreme -

(... Damn, keep your jokes on schedule...)

By the right fist of the good body, which roared and flew without even recognizing the remnants, the face of the drift shield could be bounced backwards in large measure.

(… - Even if he's a resident of the fantasy world - you're not reaching in real life -)

Exactly, like a wooden leaf blown and shaken by an invisible strong wind.

- "Bowmets" is nothing but a single fang.

――――――

Ryozo Kirihata opens his eyes to surprise here.

Do not defy the direction of the blow and remain pushed. Understand that your fist was flushed by a technique called Slipping Away.

Wuyue Liu entered the gap, which could not even be called the gap.

- Come on, you hungry bastard.

A well-built right arm with a special and swept through with all his might. A sultry dive beneath it, the left arm of the shield grabs a well-made thick neck.

――

Naturally, the consciousness of good construction goes that way.

- Poor, confused, embrace his child.

At the same time, the right heel of the drifting guard stepped from the top on the left foot armor of the good structure, which had been stepped forward greatly as it released the right.

"Huh."

The gaze of good construction tries to go to the next foot, where it is noticed.

My vision is blocked by the head of my tight drift guard. The head poke is going to fly from the bottom now, in between.

What's coming. Head poke. Make him think so, right fist?

The vigilant Good Builder let his left hand slip between the heads of both sides.

- Take him to Yellow Springs Road, the coma on his neck.

"Huh!"

A sign that good construction breathes. I noticed.

It's not just head thrust and right fist. The choice is one more thing.

"......, ugh"

The response of good construction was delayed in the comma-second region. That's a wedge carved by the doomed Bowmets. The left arm that tried to turn to the defense - that arm that had been exterminated - did not seem to move due to obscure pain.

The line continues.

- Wuyue Liu contraindication, "Hihanachi"

The left knee of the bouncing stream shield buried into the right flank of the good construction.

Baki, Gushi. Response to destruction.

A hard, crushing sound rips the park's night air.

"-,... fubu, oba...!

The wild bitterness that followed came out of the mouth of the good man.

"...,... Ohh!

A samurai too strong - finally, he collapses. Hold the flank to the right and sink into the spot.

"... Me!

And the driftshield that got a definite response,

"Win…, …………"

Relax your legs independently of your own will... just as crumpled, I knelt down.