Marielle, with her arms extended, said in a fierce tone.
"Yes, it is a condition."
"What condition?"
Condition?
"... I want to fight you with the right martial arts."
"What, fuck. I'm not taking the sword, you son of a bitch."
He seems to be losing, so he asks me to abandon the weapon and fight. Obviously, that mutinous was not a very comfortable opponent if not accompanied by the principal swordsman.
Mariel's contemporary kick is tricky to counteract.
After all, I won, but it was all because I had a knife.
Even so, I'm a prosecutor.
If Mutuga fights with boxers, I fight as a sword and it's a concept and a common sense.
"So I'm going to put a condition on it."
"It's not worth listening to. A thousand horses don't fight cowards. If you want to challenge me, challenge me to the best status."
In the first place, challenging a swordsman to fight with martial arts was so pathetic that he would cry. It is not even fundamental as unmanned. Isn't it like a king throwing away his weapon while challenging Swordsmanship?
After all, this is enough.
It was only a dream to face true unmanned and soulless confrontation itself.
"Drop your weapon and fight with the swordsman, I swear. It's ridiculous."
Anyway, I got a pretext to get out.
There is no reason for me to fight a fighter who is not a fighter or a fighter. I don't fight if I don't get paid. My violence is worth money.
It's like an asset.
The use of an individual's abilities for free is damaging.
Of course, fantasizing about Cerca provides extreme pleasure, so I am willing to spread the assault until I split my personal time. But not Mariel. Because I might be pushed if I stick to it with pure vortex.
A competent warrior is a warrior who does not fight.
"You're a swordsman, aren't you a martial artist!"
I feel a little better because Marielle said something nice to hear.
Obviously, my Taekwondo and the Intelligence Act. And the astronauts were extra-specific martial arts. Marielle's head looks bad, but she has eyes.
"Of course I am."
"Then you'd better fight... No, I don't know why I'm asking! You're such a barbarian! Please accept my challenge!"
"Hermie, fuck."
Should we just run away?
No, that's not acceptable to my pride.
And I couldn't avoid what was already in the dust. I sighed and said to Marielle, who emitted a tremendous amount of energy.
"Yeah, let's hear the terms. What do you want?"
"It's simple. If I win, Mutu comes to the guild and apologizes for the damage."
"No, asshole. That's what the patterns did wrong first? Why am I apologizing for that? Is the perpetrator making a claim against the victim?"
"What an unpleasant sound! It was entirely your fault!"
"Fuck you, make sense! If you're going to talk nonsense, just talk in your mother's bed!"
"Shut up! Come on if you're a man!"
"You fucking bitch! What if I win?"
I shouted, repressing the raging impulse.
The conditions for throwing away a knife are unpunished.
I had to listen to it.
"You can do anything to me!"
Mariel said confidently!
"Well, what! You can do anything!"
"Yes! That's the condition! So put the knife in! And fight me!"
I put a knife in it.
If that's the case, of course I'm willing to fight.
But before I started, I had one more thing to agree on.
"Hey, Mariel."
"Are you planning to start?"
"Wait a minute. I threw away the weapon like you said. Then you have to take off those boots, too, isn't that equity?"
Marielle's longboots were made for combat and were hard objects that didn't even fit the knife.
I was sick when I got hit.
So it's a weapon decision.
Now that I've thrown away the sword, it's right to take off my boots.
If you don't accept this, you'll just have to take a knife.
"... you're right. I'll take it off."
Marielle, who was thinking a little bit, began to take off her boots.
- Glug.
The white thighs are exposed to the outside of Chipao, followed by calves. It was a solid and healthy leg because I specialized in each method.
Of course, it's nothing compared to Claudie.
Slowly. A pair of boots, Marielle, set it up, stepped barefoot and tried to take off her other shoe.
When that boot was half naked.
"Nin, I'm going after you! You bitch!"
"What, what?!"
I'm a poker, Kim Kat.
True warriors are never careless or weak in front of the enemy. I always aim for the best chance and go without hesitation if the judgment of winning is good.
Don't hesitate, don't hesitate
That's the cheap marshmallow Kim Kat who walks the path of disbelief.
"Kimkatt Dropkie-Profit!!!!"
Such an ambush to me was like a routine!
I shouted alongside an explosive fury and hit the dropkick!
"Oops, 꺗. Argh!!!!"
- Bummer!
What a blow!
After taking off my boots, Marielle, who became defenseless and completely unavoidable, was struck by an intense mortar attack that dragged me to my wrinkles and flew away!
"Argh!! You, you coward!"
"How dare you talk about cowardice in front of a thousand horses!"
- Thousand horsepower.
Immediately, I cast the ultimate method and ran to Mariel, who was about to stand up. It was the teachings of the Catholic Church that the means and methods should not be concealed in order to win, and if the enemy was once offended, the emptiness should be poured out until the enemy was defeated!
"Now, wait a minute..."
"I don't need words! If you're unmanned, do your best. Come on!"
"What an unmanned man on the subject of an ambush!"
- Argh!!!
I squealed and kicked Mariel trying to get up.
- Bummer!
"Kehek!"
"Get up! Get up and fight! Your Mutu is the guild's Mutu, that's all!"
"Argh...! You know, I don't have time for this...!"
"That's a lot to say!"
Most of them were powerless in front of the ambush, unless they were prepared and lived in extreme preparedness from the beginning. Even if you are a culprit, you cannot live with tension for a hundred thousand days.
There is no business in front of an ambush in the prebreadwinner.
The sin of forgetting the most basic combat manual on the subject of the duel.
"That's the four of us."
"Caracas!"
Mariel was distracted by my attack. - Nahanangu. It was very easy to abduct someone who had already fallen. My kick is stuck in, and Mariel screams.
"Asurafahemia."
Put your fist in that thigh.
I had no boots, so I was only defensive.
"Argh!!!"
Ignoring Mariel, who said she was a coward, I opened the best vortex and put in an extreme deal. Of course, she is also a Mana user, so she did not chew quickly.
Despite all kinds of drought-free tsunamis, the declaration of surrender was rarely made because the durability was considerable.
"Blood spring angle! Wake up! Don't get on your knees! If it's unmanned, fight to the end!"
"What nonsense...!"
In the end, Marielle succeeded in making the weather.
Good! We can finally get the right fight!
The transcendental struggle boiled down to a pot of courage and confidence.
"I didn't expect you to do this! But that's as far as it goes! I'll show you when I see you!"
A voice convinced of victory.
Mariel rushes into a terrifying position and blows a kick.
- But.
"Slow."
She could never deal with me in her condition that had already subsided.
"A thousand horses."
I do not avoid
It doesn't spill.
"Ceiling."
It is thus taken from the front.
Towards the flying kick, he punches. Of course, it was the power of the soul with its precise calculations. Unlike Mariel, who kicks barefoot, my hands were protected by iron gauntlets.
At the moment of striking, concentrate on Mana.
- Quang!
And the consequences are absolutely obvious and correct.
"Argh..!"
Gauntlet and barefoot collided intensely.
Mariel's face is horribly distorted.
"Crazy bastard. What if I kick iron with my foot?"
"Grrrrrrrgh!!"
Mariel, who took hold of her feet, fell and began to roll her floor with a scream of anguish. Bloody swollen feet. I looked so fucking sick that even I was disgusting.
"Hey, hey. Are you okay? Are you fucking sick?"
I asked a little sympathetic to the sight.
"Argh... Argh!! Bar, Val-it! It hurts so much...!"
"No, my God. You look fucking sick."
The battle is over.
It was my victory.
Even if we met for a bad reason, if we fisted each other, the guilt would disappear and become true friends--
- I don't believe it at all.
The conditions shall be fulfilled.
"Anyway, I won."
"Nonsense...!"
Mariel frowns as she swallows her moaning with a face that seems to be very unfair. Of course, as she was ambushed, I would be forced to look cowardly.
But it's just the loser's weak excuse.
What if this was real?
Marielle went after him.
I only educated the unrealistic Mutuga.
True warriors never take such things for granted. Mistakes and carelessness. It is directly linked to death, and warriors always live with it.
No wonder I won.
"That's ridiculous. I won. Anyway, now you do what I want?"
If so, it only fulfils the conditions of the beginning.
"What the hell! What are you going to do to me?"
"Hhhhh..."
Mariel covers her poor breasts with both hands as she struggles with pain. I reached out to her like that, grabbed her waist.
"Argh!!!"
Screams burst.
But I don't intend to give you a look.
The conditions are absolute.
- Glug.
I stabbed my pocket and took out my wallet.
- Awkward.
Well, I heard a loud noise.
"...?"
Mariel opens her eyes slightly and looks at me.
"What, you can do whatever you want?"
So, as a condition, I take my wallet freely.
I opened my wallet. No, fuck! I saw silver coins!
How many Silver Coins! One, two, three... four?
When I felt transcendent, I immediately raised Mariel up.
"Hey, what the hell...?"
"Hey, are you okay? I might have broken that foot. Go to the hospital."
He spoke in a friendly tone to the confused Mariel.
At least four silver was a large purse with over a dozen.
It was natural to be friendly.
"Are you sure you want to do it...?"
"Hey, hey! He's not talking! Go to the hospital! And you fought so well! It was a real masterpiece! Hey, if I make a few mistakes, I'll lose! Anyway, I'll go!"
Once defeated by a swordsman, he would be quite proud. He can give her a few good words in the yard with four silver pieces.
I said a few good words, took off my shoes, and brought them to her, and let's go straight to the road.
Oh, shit.
I got buttoned where I didn't think I'd be.
"Oh, shit! What the hell did I do!"
I heard Marielle burst her veins from the back.
The loser's screams were as good as the last jazz.
"Thousands of Barbarians! I will never forget this humiliation! Next time I win, prepare to forgive and wait!"
"Yes, our Mariel is strong. I'll make sure I use this money well for world peace."
"Argh!!!"
Let's go to the bell.
Let's go to Myeongdong.
"I'd rather go to Cheongyuan..."
I started singing aloud and went to Elise's place. The purpose of the beginning was to tell Elise about the adversaries.
Well, let's eat together with the ripped money.
You will like it if you say you beat a pagan on the way.
"I'm standing at the corner of the road to Ulge."