The examination using only the sword is secondary.
Swords and books like me. It is the first swordsman to be able to handle the angle as a free material.
When you knit, you will inevitably see each other's bodies rubbing.
Deciding on winning or losing at that time may be cold judgment and impulsiveness, but most importantly, it is also a vortex.
I did not want to polish the chief swordsman's law for just one day, and at the same time I worked diligently until the training of the chief swordsman's law, but I also trained the Taekwondo and the astronaut to the extreme.
Already my hands and feet. It is like breathing, as it is close to a 'one' with no black limit.
I am the master of melee combat.
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
The Regent that dug into my arms at the same time as my knife took Chloe out. As a result, the murderous claw that was mounted on the opposite hand flew into the branch.
"Die."
Raise your knees using explosive judgment and impulsive force.
The Grib of the Salvation Army, a blessed iron plate that tightly protects the knees and shins as well as the back of the foot, has always been the most reliable quality comrade and friend I've had since the Zombie Parade.
"--Chewbird!"
That way, the nickel of steel fired like a rocket hits the flying claw accurately.
- Quang!
The claw of the regent is immediately lifted up by the impact. A gap created at the moment. I don't have enough space to knit. A punch, then. The natural flow from angle to volume is the same as the pitiless delicacy of the real estate law, enabling an attack without any delay.
Hit the Asura blood vessels immediately towards your face!
"Asuraphahemia!!!"
This doesn't end with a pair of copycats, bitch!
"Ho? You bastard?"
When I identified the face of the Regent with an interesting look at the moment, I could intuitively realize that the attack would fail.
Charlna's time in less than a second.
- Chae Yeon!
Regret, who immediately turned the offensive into defence, prevented the strike of retribution in chloro.
"You're better at fisting than dizzy bastards. Hey, fuck. I feel bad. I'll spare you if you do anything."
"Fucking plague!!"
"Cute bastard."
Of course, my attack doesn't end there.
If the enemy turns to defense, it is the basic idea of real swordsmanship to push the attack until it is defeated. Violence is like a child's home! Pure homicidal technique that never asks when true to its original purpose!
- Chief Inspector!
This time it's not as simple as last time!
- The soul of a boiling thousand horses.
A firm lower body deeply rooted like an ancient myth, and a refined waist that overlaps your wives and countless others. Breast-feeding strength and grip!
Cast a stunt with the essence of the pure flesh!
"Dejaaaaaaah!!!!!!"
- Wedges!!
The blade 'shoots' at the same time as the ridge and the distance that retreated for a while are widened. 'I feel an abnormal speed and the blade has inhuman power.
- This works.
The heavy strike of the blade must have been the same power as the guillotine, but... Simply clogged.
No chew?
"Fuck you, Amy, this is clogged! You son of a bitch!"
It was a fucking hit!
When the attack, which he cast confidently, returned to powerlessness, it was just a matter of turning around. I felt like I had to do a tap-dance without hitting my head. I cried with my heart.
"What nonsense?"
"You bitch!"
But I can't be embarrassed. I immediately wrap the knob and put it in the annex, and it also spills out.
"Not through, asshole. Tsk, tsk, this son of a bitch won last time. What the fuck was that?"
This was also an attack I cared about, but it doesn't work at all.
Is that what you mean, even though you heard the knife?
Regret is also a skilled man. And I'm not arrogant enough to be a skilled man, so I cast a toothbrush that rips my mind out during the attack.
"Shut up, you son of a bitch!"
- Borz-bornz.
I egged the space, lifting my senses up to the furious limit. The blade and the tip of the blade were clearly Rijet's body, but she skillfully defended and threw out my attack, grabbing the distance with free material, and only aiming for a gap.
"Guess what, cutie. Are you touching this?"
"Damn it!!"
- I'm stronger than I am.
Obviously I have a purely practical experience above me.
Regret also survived a myriad of live clots, such as non-exogenous clots. To be honest, until the end of four years in this world, Lizette is the woman who grew up in this world.
There is, in essence, a difference in experience.
There is a time gap that cannot be filled.
"Khh, hey, how about this?"
- Wedging fluid!
At this moment, Claude of Regent has been aiming for my side as he bends into a strange curve. If it were a punch, you would have believed in armor, but it is a situation where three vicious blades fly at the same time because of Chloe, not because of Amy.
If you're right, you're fucked.
"Teaeaeaeaeaeaeae!!!"
Immediately bend your body like a shrimp and evade attack! At the same time, the tip of Chloe's sword was deeply wound on my shiny iron shoulder! No, damn it, how much is this?
Strong enough to tear the iron plate!
"Oh, I'm sorry about the armor?"
"Crazy bitch! This sucks!"
"How long?"
"Four Silver!"
I shouted aloud and struck down. Reget avoided it without difficulty and stabbed Chloe in the face.
"If you make a mistake, you'll buy a new one soon."
"Goddamn it!"
- Chae Yeon!
Immediately throw Chloe's blade into the crossguard and counter.
"Ho? Stop it?"
Anyway, it's a fucking mess. It's pretty tough. Even though I only have three manas left right now, this was filled with grass anyway, but it wouldn't have changed much.
"Then you can't stop it!"
However, Regret didn't fight easily despite his obvious life expectancy. She couldn't simply defeat me either.
The multiplication is taking place.
It is ambiguous for both sides to end each other. Perhaps so, it seems rich in endurance or fitness fights.
If that's not the case... my equipment won't last.
- Wedging fluid!!
My blade, which gains acceleration, once again shakes the space. The Lizette who was avoiding cooking... Pull out a powerful knife and stab Chloe. I also stop the attack and retaliate with a handkerchief based on swordsmanship and armor.
- Chae Yeon!
- Quang!
Countermeasures.
Early counterattack.
Iron and iron collide and sparks scatter.
I feel that the durability of the equipment is also being shaved in real time.
By comparison, there is no single wound on the reget. Let's use the head slash as a prelude to our homecoming. No, you can't. Speed is faster than me, and the interval is perfectly measured.
I won't give you a chance.
If you don't seize the obvious opportunity, you can't even match it.
I'm pushing as hard as I can.
"Where do I start making allowances tomorrow? Just create a new organization?"
"Don't bullshit me, motherfucker!"
I'm starting to feel overwhelmed by my health. There could be no point in saving strength and strength in a battle with the Regret. 'I am serious about the attack and defense of a single room. "Fucking superior assassin.
"This persistent bastard."
"I'm not persistent. You're not done, bitch."
"This cheeky bird?"
- Chae Yeon!
A little scratched with pride, she opens her eyes and strikes with fierce force. The pupil is contracting at some point. Claw's blade coming into extremely efficient orbit. But, all of it.
All of them.
We can stop them all...!
"Hhh! I can't finish! Hey, I'll see you today! Go clean your feet and get some sleep!"
"Don't get too close, motherfucker. You can't do this to me. You don't even know how to look at it?"
"Fuck you, bitch."
From now on, I stopped saying that I was a lactating bitch because my chest bone was drawing straight lines and curves and my free floating milk pouch was so impressive.
"What's with the milk? This son of a bitch?"
At the end of the day, a sniveling Regent came after me with a seizure.
"Whoops!"
Barely put it out and put in the ventilator of the hematopoietic angle and the ceiling of the ceiling. As the Bitton Regent rotates around and dodges, his chest swirls like a blunt.
Oh, fuck!
"Because of your boobs, you can't concentrate! Why are you here to fight and you're dressed like that!"
Immediately, he clashed his head with his swordsman. I have a bad quality because I use it like a dry handover.
"Whatever I wear, I like it, you little bitch."
"I like you, but as a warrior, be considerate of your opponent! Are you staring at me? Do you intend to hold me by handover?"
"What nonsense!"
Her aggression became even worse.
A violent attack that consumes efficiency and focuses on power. At first glance, it seemed easier to respond, but I needed more careful dodging because the power of strikes and strikes was enough to tear my armor apart!
"You suckling bitch!"
I did my best to step out of her power. Once again, referring to the teat, Regret laughed bitterly and uttered a profanity.
"Fuck you. Why? Is it because of the pain? What the hell?"
- The tone was calm, but there was considerable anger.
Speaking coldly, the large chest and that black tube top look great. It is a design that reveals an attractive shoulder line and emphasizes the chest, so if you are a normal man, there is nothing strange about it.
It is also fascinating to be seriously shaken by violent movements during combat.
I was not held simply because I was trained by Claudie and watched Winia's waterfall every day.
"I can't believe it, you crazy bitch."
"Then tell me why you're a cheek!"
"I'm trying to do this!"
Stabs the blade in surprise at the Lizette screaming ridiculously!
"Ha, fuck. It doesn't work, you fucker. How many times do you say that?"
"I'm stopping this."
"What a surprise."
"What a surprise."
The battle entered a downhill state for a while. The heart beats like crazy with considerable fatigue. You need to increase your health. The one who can't pull it up here will be defeated.
"In fact, my hobby is to give you a piece of shit, bitch. How many babies do you think it takes an hour for me to walk around in these clothes?"
Regret hasn't done it either, but he's taking a step back. Is she tired, too? Regret's skills are above mine, but I'm basically defending myself by shaving off the durability of my armor.
It doesn't completely overwhelm me.
"Do you need ten men?"
"Oh, I hit it."
"What a bad smell."
"It's funny, motherfucker. There's nothing better than beating people legally."
But... it's over, too.
Chest armor and quilted armor, excluding gribs. And the gauntlets and the shoulders are so damn grumpy. If you get a little more attack, the equipment will be destroyed instantly beyond its durability.
Then, in the second half, I will not be able to take the Regent's attack, and it will lead to a critical hit.
- I can't win.
If you're going to see a battle... we need to see it before the equipment explodes.
There is no hope but it anyway.
"I've never seen a madman like you again in my fucking life! No. You like beating people? Eat up, bitch!"
"Do I have to listen to a motherfucker like you?"
I slowly plundered the Agari and dragged all the remaining Mana.
I can't win if my armor breaks anyway. In the first place, Rijet took the precept of shaving my armor because he couldn't overpower me because of the difference in equipment. That's why I search the moment the armor explodes.
I see the final battle.
After a meaningless conversation, we took our last breath.
And, uh...
- Pa!
No one rushed towards each other first.
"Déjà!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What a mess to learn, fuckallum!!"
Blows out the last breath and consumes all remaining HP! And concentrate your boiling horsepower on one thing...! Just one shot! There's only one battle left!
"Son of a bitch! You! To me! No!"
"Damn it! Prepare to enter, Lizette!"
More than a dozen workshops come in an instant. Six blades poured from two claws cut off my armor at a fast pace. It's over. This breastplate has been a real bitch for a long time. Goodbye, motherfucker.
Bye-bye, my beautiful breastplate...!
Khhhhhhhhhhhh!
- Chae Chae Chae Chae!
Grab a chance in endless metals.
- Oh, shit!
Chest armor is completely torn.
"Ha!"
A breath-taking Regent aims for the inside of the torn chest armor. - The Beast's eyes. The inside was protected by a Qualified Armor, but not enough to stop the Regent from attacking.
"Nin's dead, you fucking bird-"
"- Chief!!!!!!"
If you know where you're looking, you can respond!
"Veggie-!!!!!!!!!"
Let's just count the strikes of the turbulent Mana-
- Take it!
"Oh, no, this Yankee...!"
At that moment, the iron snow fell.
- Sarah.
What really created that dreamy sight? I felt the extreme ominousness. The piece of iron that came down like snow was as sharp as a piece of glass, and it sprung out everywhere and wound the body of the Regent.
"Argh!"
"Argh...!"
My knife.
- It was broken.
All I had in my hand was the handle of a knife. But it is not only my sword that is broken. The claw that was mounted in the left hand of the Regent was also destroyed.
- I don't think so.
It was a blow to the last breath and Mana, but it was only a matter of destroying one weapon of the Regent.
Yeah, that's just it.
- Gross.
"It's not over yet."
Thank you, Mercin.
The ledger you left behind has become my great opportunity.
The knife house emits fire. As such, an elongated figure pops out like a snake. I used up all my stamina, my breath, my manatee. Even maintaining consciousness is a problem. I'm half asleep and I feel drunk in my dreams. But the body remembers-- pulling a knife and attacking with it. I told you, each of my books is a black one. It's the same thing as breathing.
The knife is broken.
- You can sleep.
"Head Slash Final Ateam!!!!!"
"You son of a bitch!!! My skin motherfucker!!!!!"
- Quang!
I collide with one of the remaining claws of the Regent.
On the other side of the sky, Mercin shook his thumb and laughed. You have an even fever.