The number of Mutugas gathered is roughly ten or more.
Thousands of smugglers crowded the streets. They were each wearing their own knuckles, clones, and gauntlets.
Living a horrible life.
Overflowing violence.
A man, who appears to represent those muscle criminals, stands before me.
"Get your hands off her."
The sheathing on his sleeves seemed to indicate only his level of training. Balanced muscles. And arrogant. I don't know if I'm as good as that attitude, but why?
I'm not scared at all.
- Good boy!
"Argh!"
Instead of answering, I scratched Serca's cheek. Then the muthuas whispered their swearing.
"... you bastard!"
"Hey."
And he said,
"This is a bit of a story. Have you ever heard of the last time a knife-eating son of a bitch got hit by a moo gang? You know, why. That you fucked up in front of a bar."
Karin is famous enough to know. If you think that the relationship between the swordsman and the Mutuga is not so good, you may be wandering around dancing.
The Mourim never forgets his grudge.
I am Kim Kat, the Mourim.
"... that's it."
The one who was thinking for a moment looked at me.
"Is it you?"
He said in a serious voice if there was any straw.
But I think I'm making a mistake. It's not because of what happened right now. Simply because I wanted to go towards Serka.
"So you were chewing on those two earlier, trying to kidnap him?"
"No, I was wrong. Sergeant has a personal grudge. They're just dried up in there. With my feet, too."
"Grudge? I don't understand what grudge you have against that little boy. Anyway, it doesn't matter. If we don't let him go right now, we will have to take away the wrath of our Mutugas."
"Uh-huh, furious."
Are you discussing anger in front of me now?
I saw Serka's face once. Despite the fact that so many of her colleagues came to save her, she was just frightened by the horror that struck me in the eye. "Hey." She shook her body on my call.
"Serka. Who do you think will win?"
"..."
"Who do you think will win?"
Serka didn't finish answering.
I grind the breadcrumbs as they are. - Bummer! I dug up a fisted abdomen. After weighing the stomach fluid once, she lost her mind and struggled.
"You crazy bastard!"
I do not avoid
I do not run away
I don't roll my tail, I don't bend.
What you can do as an unattended person is,
Only a fist conversation.
"The robbing of the Agari."
I threw away the insane Serka.
"Come on, Burgers."
Hold the attitude of the real estate law, and say so.
From now on, all I have to deal with is the Moutuga army.
"Motherfucker! Guys! Kill him!"
- Whoa!!!
A burst of shouting.
It was literally a muscle dissection.
MuscleTsunami in English.
Like a raging wave, massive proteins rushed towards me, craving to attack me, speaking their own laws and laws.
- The inner world.
Pull Mana up.
Spread the soaring Mana all over the body. A sense of clarity. A body that gets lighter. At the same time, the muscles that become heavy... paint my inner self in reality.
"I am."
The first thing I ran was a representative of the Mutugas who were talking to me. His specialty was power, but his torso and swollen arm muscles were impressive.
The bloodline that seemed to explode proved its power.
"A thousand horses."
But...
"It's Kim Kat."
There are too many gaps.
So there's no right thing to do.
- Pa!
Takes the initiative of attack. You must have thought you were a good man without a soul. But I dig faster than the runner, towards him.
"... what?!"
His face is frowned in awe.
Unlike the martial arts of Mutugas, there is no gap or useless move in my melee combat that has been enhanced and supplemented by the practice of killing.
So it's natural that I'm faster.
"A thousand horseback riding ceilings."
As you dig, you punch an uppercut in the jaw of an empty one. My punch, enhanced by Gauntlets, smashed his jaw-jerk. Blood and teeth splashed. He literally rises in the air for a while and falls back.
"Oh my God!!"
"Jonathan!!"
More than a dozen angry mooks have turned their eyes completely and marched toward me. Zec, pull out one foot and twist your waist to spill claw's strike into the gauntlet. - Fatchy! The flames burst. Chloe's day passed by, grabbing her shoulder.
"Right to work."
Take a step and kneel at his mark. "Gehek!" Grabs the one who's about to fall and pushes the punch away. I tripped over the bumps they hit.
Weak.
Too weak.
When judged coldly, the level of these guys is like an E class adventurer. It's just about as strong as Cerca. There's no way those dickheads beat me to the crosshairs.
At least the fastest of the dogs kicked me.
-But it's slower than a dryer.
Step on the steps and evade. A kick that loses its target is stuck in another Mutuga. "Ugh!" Passing is a highly technical technique. It's not enough for these fishermen to use it in group wars.
We're avoiding the attack.
I'm spilling it into my armor.
"You guys!"
Punch and kick.
"Too weak!"
I won't lose a truck after all!
"Argh!!
"Turn it off!!"
In an instant, five Mutugas were brushed with chewing gum. All the mooks standing there stare at me with frightened and terrified eyes.
"Wh-what the hell is that technology? I've never seen a skill before!"
Knuckle's Mutuga, who was acting like an emergency study student, asked. Knock, knock. Bloody blood fell on the ground with his fist. Smiling bitterly like that iron, I told him.
"Intellectual Property Law."
"What?"
"Remember."
- Papapod!
Then he ran out in a surprise.
"Argh!"
"And this is Taekwondo."
My other kick swept across the ground and stuffed into the Mutuga who turned back. Taekwondo was a murderous martial art for the National Army to adopt as a formal fighter. What I'm casting now is a technique that I created myself, but I didn't have enough time to call it Taekwondo.
"Mo, everyone, run!!! Not our opponent!!! We need to get the assailants!!!"
"Arghhhh!!!!!"
"And this."
The desperate Mutugas began to run away crying out to their gods and mothers. But I haven't shown you everything yet.
"It's a skyscraper."
I grabbed a frog-like protrusion and turned it upside down on the ground using my weight and speed energy.
"Argh! Let go of me! Let go!"
"Rearneachid Choke."
"Hugh!!!"
When he fainted with a bubble during the Feast of Unleavened Bread, the situation was over. I trampled on the backseat of a moose that was brushed with blood. It was nice to stand on top of the broken, little ones.
- Whew.
The wind blows and scatters my hair.
"It is my victory."
I immediately searched their pockets and robbed them of their wallets.
Whatever it is, it's already fucked up. I didn't know what was going to happen, so I had to get what I could and leave.
It's a little too bad for Cerca, but I honestly don't feel confident if Mutuga Guild's offenders come in like the ones who have already fled.
I'm the kind of guy who only shoots dickheads who are weaker than me, and I wasn't the one who enjoyed fighting those fucking cheeky bastards.
First of all, I didn't check the amount.
There were seven of them down, so there were seven wallets.
At the end of the fight, the people who hid in the corner of the alley and watched began to go my way. Some of them looked like vagabonds or beggars, and they tried to take off their clothes or take off their knuckles and claws.
"Hey! Fuck! What are you touching?!"
I took off the gauntlet and kicked the side of a half-naked man who was falling.
"Sew!"
Knuckle and Claw don't care much, but Gauntlets are a bit expensive. Where the hell is this son of a bitch taking other people's stuff? I snatched the Gauntlet from him and immediately cast a sprint and left the scene.
Looking back, as soon as I left, more people were coming in and peeling off the Mutugas. Yeah, if you want to do crow shit, do it after the party's gone.
That's the law.
- Tak-tak!
I quickly frequencized the distance.
The unbearable joy filled my heart.
I don't know anything else, but I've got seven wallets. I've been guessing the amount of grumbling. How happy would it be to go back to the property and count this with Claudie?
I thought I'd been running for a while, but I heard a cry.
"Hey, there he is!"
"Did you get caught already?!"
The Mutuga Network!
There's a crowd of plumbers rushing at me! I ran and checked their vitality. You don't have an M.O. yet? I just turned around and heard the rumors and saw the Mutugas coming.
No. Why are there so many of these bastards?
I think I need to investigate seriously sometime.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Get the fuck out!"
"Ugh!!"
As soon as I became impatient, I drew my sword and struck down the moose who were trying to block the way. Scared by the violent atmosphere, the Dobby men gave way.
The knife is the best.
"Stop!"
"Fuck you!"
- Urgh!
One day the number was blown to twenty! You cockroaches! No matter how far I come, I have no choice! What the fuck am I supposed to do with these fuckers?
"Fuck!"
The swearing has exploded!
Don't grab the foam. It's gonna go a little faster!
I searched the runway.
Go back to your place like this? No, then tell me where you live. By Claudie's nature, if those fuckers knock on the door all the time, they can still cause a murder. Claudie is kind to me, and for most people, she's just a cruel woman.
There is no problem beating him, but if a person dies, such an investigation will come in and he will be penalized.
"Then!"
We're going to the prosecutor's guild!
If it's there, it'll protect me!
- That's what I thought.
"You're surrounded!"
"You piece of shit!"
Muthuas gathered from all sides surrounded the streets and alleys. Where the hell are these bastards coming from? No, I already know a lot of Mutu, but isn't this too much?
"Drop the knife and surrender!"
That was a rich blonde female fighter in a white jumpsuit with a Chipao-like design. His hands were empty, and when he saw that he was wearing a boot that looked durable, he seemed like a professional.
It stood in my way.
And the Mutugas, who gather in a row... are finally surrounded. Approximately twenty? They all seem to be at the same level as the guys who attacked before, but unlike then, the number has doubled.
Can we break through?
"Say it again! Drop the knife, Barbarian!!!"
"Who's the barbarian, you bitch!!!!"
These bastards only sound like barbarians when they see their faces!!!!! Copson is the only one who can call me that!!!
I was so angry that I could feel vertigo that I was seriously worried about dyeing. I'm not who I was then. If you want a fight, I'll be happy to fight.
I'm Thousand Horse Gimcott.
An extraterrestrial being never turns his back in a fight!
"It's like a worm in a crowd! Come on! Come on! Show me your nothing!"
- Shhh!
But that bitch seems to be the only one who can fight with her. I lifted my sword and put on a sword to show my skill.
- Wedge!
- Shh!
- Whisper!
It's a dance dedicated to the Goddess.
All my experience and skills have been melted and my gum has torn through the air.
From the middle, I started to get drunk on my gums.
The sense of sword felt at the fingertips reassured me most of all. If I had a sword, if I could write it down as him.
There is nothing to fear.
I ran out to break through the open sky net.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
"Huff!"
At that moment, Mootuga danced in front of him.
"Crazy!!!!"
"Run away!!!"