I felt a transcendent speed.
I was blowing a dropkick with a roof on the ground, and it was like the world seemed beautiful. I can. I can do it now. FullBurst Attack.
Dreamy technology with childhood admiration.
The mythical drop kick hit.
"--Geek?!"
Hmph!
A tremendous destructive force. Serka, who has been hit by an authentic drop kick, rolls the ground about three times. I immediately initiated a fallout to minimize the impact and wake up quickly.
I did.
I did it.
The attack was a success. Serca, who looked back at me in my cry, turned around in a defensive position for a moment, but it was physically impossible to stop Kim Cat's power drop kick with a woman's small body.
In the first place, it has a low defensive power.
100% Defense Piercing Strike.
- Full rate.
"Oh, oh!!"
- Cheers.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
Running towards Serka once again, I roar frantically around her, in agony and in vain.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Yes, you...!"
"Long time no see, Serka! I've missed you so much!"
"Son of a bitch! Cough, Cough! Arghhhh! Oh, the side...!"
There is no particular reason.
I just wanted to feed him one shot.
- I don't suffer.
I remembered the promotion war.
- It is thus a Buddha.
At that time, I acquired the Confetto and just gave it over to fishermen. Why? Because I didn't want to cause any problems with my promotion. So I let Serka go, trying to drive the party into the pit of death.
Just taking the next pledge.
I decided I'd lose someday.
And at this moment when I was reunited with her, I just put it into practice without any hesitation. Morality? Judgment? A true bitter macho, half Buddha, I have long since been liberated from that minor problem.
It was the right thing to do, because it was the way to infidelity.
"Wake up! You KKK bitch! I know how many black people died because of you! Fucking Columbus! Damn imperialists!"
I grabbed my neck and shoulders to raise Cerca and violently set her up. Racism, while reverberating the reverberation of that terrible sin. Many Jews died, and many black people died.
Racism was an absolute evil.
Absolute evil of humanity.
I devoted my whole life to confronting it face to face.
It is enough to have Hitler and Columbus on Earth.
At least Claudie and Winia are in this world.
It is not acceptable for me to have such beings.
"Huff...! Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts! Let go!"
"Don't be so harsh! This is nothing compared to their suffering!"
"What the hell are you talking about... Ghook!"
He frowned and groaned as he struggled with pain, raising Cerca and walking on his shoulders. Her hell starts now. I will grind my breadcrumbs without pity with my fists strengthened by the work of muscular training and Mana at the extreme.
"Be patient, racist! As my iron power, I will destroy your sins!"
"Argh... Argh! Ha, don't!"
Serka's complexion begins to faint as she looks at her fist. She said in a frightened voice.
- The black people who died in the sugar cane fields must have said the same thing.
- The same was true of the Jews who were screaming in the camp.
There is no forgiveness.
There is no mercy.
If you have sinned.
You have to pay for it.
I put a strong force on my fist that was created based on the apocalypse. It was a moment when a fist of steel with almighty power was stuck in Serca's abdomen.
"Three, Serka!!!"
All of a sudden, the angry voices stopped my fist. What is it? I checked and it was a male muthua wearing a similar design to Cerca's color.
"What is this!"
Oh, yeah.
Are they colleagues?
Or someone with the same stamp?
A furious rush seemed to see a mad bull. They came to me with Cerca shoulder comrades. One of them yelled at me.
"Yes, what are you! What did you do to Serka?"
His face, held in the position of Mutu, was furiously distorted. A man with yellow hair. But I couldn't do it more than I did, and there seemed to be a lot of loopholes in my posture. The one in the back... is similar.
Confirming the opponent's power, the pitch boils.
All Mutugas are my enemies!
I want to fight!
I want to get drunk!
Show me your power!
"Hey, you got to misunderstand. I know Serka."
"Knowing?"
But once I was a gentleman, I was forced to laugh and try to negotiate. It's not like we're on board yet. If this is the king, I want to end it smoothly with Cerca alone.
I want to get back to my place quickly.
As the confrontation progressed, Cerca squeezed out her HP and said it was hard.
"Argh...! Do, run! This man is dangerous...!"
"Shut up, Serka! It's not me who's in danger, it's your idea!"
How many people do you think died on Earth with that brutal thought! From what I can see, Cerca seems unconscious. It's over now. Neither Buddhist nor Christian Zoroastrian can save her.
I became immersed in Mt.
The only thing that will save her is the Fist of the Divine Vision!
I stretched out my furious palms and chopped Cerca's snout.
- Chaaak!
"Caracas!"
Screaming.
A bursting lip.
Blood on the palm of my hand.
"Hush! You bastard!"
"How dare you kill Serka!"
At the same time, Mutuga men were alarmed. Each of them, wearing iron knuckles, emits a vicious force, as if they were going to attack immediately.
"Don't come any closer! If you don't want to see Serka go after you!"
It was impulsive.
Immediately, he twisted Cerca's branch and turned it around with his fist on the temples. "Huff! Don't! It hurts!" Turn the fist of fear. In retrospect, it was always my mom's technique.
"A hostage!"
"Such a coward...!"
The shocked male mutugas shouted in vain. This is not a hostage. It was more accurate to see that the war criminals had been captured. While I was pressing my fist, Serka threw up her horse.
"Oh, brothers! I mean, please! Please just run! I'm fine...! This barbarian man is dangerous! Go get the other brothers...!"
... Brother?
When you see what you look like, you're not your boyfriend, are you just calling him that on the stamp? Wait, what is Custo doing? Roel? It started to get very curious too, but I decided to turn my attention off.
They have nothing to do with me anymore.
There is no grudge against Custo.
Of course, it's a little bit for Roel, but I can't touch him because he's a wizard.
Then, of course, Cerca should use a dumpster.
"Cerca says! Now get the fuck out!"
"Argh...!"
Mutugas dancing for a while.
However, it cannot be said to be unmanned if their colleagues retreat in distress. They are cowards, but they know only their own companions. Wasn't it a long time ago to die for it?
"Rest assured, Serka! I'll save you soon!"
Yeah, you should come out like that.
"Well, you don't have to! Run away!"
Serca's desperate cry.
She was afraid of something unusual. I'm guessing instinctively I found out I'm a thousand miles away. Anyway, the two men who met each other nodded with a clear face, as if they were determined to complain.
An infinitely serious attitude.
Two men in position.
Without anyone first.
- Iooooooooop!!!
- Yaaaaaah!!!
Two men hit the ground at the same time.
It was like the golden history of being blind to the demons of hell. With the swelling of the hallway, the trained torso became apparent. They have been cluttering to me without thinking about the aftermath.
What the hell, you crazy bastards.
Are you invisible to Cerca who is being held captive to me?
As a matter of urgency, I decided to cast Friend Shield to stop the attack.
"Friend Shield!"
- Purebuck!
"Kahaaaaah!!!"
Surprisingly, the mythical ancient powers, who could not believe it as soon as they handed Serka over, stuffed into her flesh. "Hush!" The blond male Mutuga opened his eyes and was terrified, as he saw the truth of the annihilated Continental Atlantis.
"What have you done! Serka! Are you okay?!"
"Argh...! Choke!!"
I was also terrified.
"Serka's chewing on me!"
Serge, who was beaten by his trusted brother, spilled gastric fluid. It was so dirty, I just pushed it violently. Blonde Mutuga picked her up trying to fall.
"You crazy son of a bitch!"
"No, you're the one who hit me."
"Ahhhhh!!!!!!"
The Mutugas howled.
Seeing them chew Cerca out and get angry, Mutuga seems to be out of their minds. Then, in the wake of the pavement, two men rushed to me with a pass.
"Ho! Did you learn to pass?!"
I was in a position of admiration, as was the case with the Intelligence Act. "Kiiooop!" Mutuga's coalescence was like some sort of Copson scream. I think I can give you 100 points if I just pick a sound.
"Slow."
- Papapod!
The first person to run was a blonde mutugar. I don't need a knife to deal with these assholes at my level right now. Before his knuckle touches me, my punch is stuck in his face.
"--53227?!"
"Dominic!"
His name is Dominic.
By the way, the pass is broken, but you can't defeat an attack you've already executed. The one who attacked after me was blowing a kick.
"Vol. And then each of them."
You don't even have to spread it out. I just read the enemy's movements and simply moved my feet to avoid them. Let's name it, yeah. Let's use the principal method.
"-Are you avoiding?!"
Trace the evaded attack by using real time tactics, and immediately counterattack it. What kind of skills would be good? Taekwondo? Heavenly New Brunswick? Ah, it was so much fun to have a choice.
This is the path of the dance.
Evade attack, counter attack.
These two simple concepts felt very pleasant.
Burns my soul that despises the weak.
"Diagonal."
In the end, the choice was made by the different laws of the country. The shattered leg is thrust into the Mutuga as if struck by the sword.
"Huff!"
"Is the wiretap clear?"
Mutuga rolls the floor in a collapsed position.
"Weak bastards. Weakness. That is your defeat. Though I think highly of my colleagues, that's all. If you rely on your colleagues, you won't be able to gain true strength."
"Ugh... Ugh! Darkness!"
In an instant, two Mutugas collapsed with fatal injuries. Since then, I've been able to control the force enough. If I give you the power, there 'll be a serial killer.
"You are such insects."
Of course, I can do that because I'm confident that even if one of these dickheads comes, I can slice it all down.
The power that you gained from your longing and obsession to survive. And extreme training is never foolish.
"Kuikui."
I became strong.
Certainly a ratty manatee, but the big thing is that it can operate freely.
It was enough to increase the efficiency of physical enhancement without consuming manna, allowing for more efficient attack and evasion. The lighter body sublimated to optimal movement.
"Aah...!"
Serka touches her brother, who has frothed and fainted with a shocked face on his knees. I'm sorry, but we still have unliquidated debts.
I grabbed her arm like that.
"To a good world."
"What... what... what did I do wrong..."
Imperialist.
Racist.
Serial killer.
They are all insensitive to other people's feelings, so they don't know what they did wrong. If I'm close to Kim Cat once, I have to pay for it until I go after him. First, it was Cerkada who said he was a barbarian swordsman and suffered.
This is a truth that will never change.
"I'm going with you, Serka."
So I grabbed Serca's tearful arm and moved to take her to a quiet place. There are witnesses, but when there's a fight, it's the personality of the people here that just wears their arms and enjoys watching.
It's not really that rare.
This much commotion in a backyard with no casualties can't be avoided.
Just now, some of the audience applauded.
"Serka. I'm so sorry for you."
"Argh...! Argh!"
"Don't cry... Who eats? I'll just steam the club and let you go."
I think he dragged Serka around for a while.
"Hey."
Someone's coming.
No, a representative of a group called me.
"Barbarian inspection. Stop there."
"Another racist, Seapearl."
I looked back.
"Hoo."
- What's coming, the Moutuga's army.
When I first came to Istanbul, I was struck by a mutuga, and the view unfolded.
Racist.
No, I'm not.
Racists!