Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~

"─ ─" Tide "!

A part of Inoue-san who pushed forward as Master Ron pushed out his folded right fist, made a loud noise and blew up diagonally backwards.

Apparently, I'm flying something like a shock wave from a fist blow, but it stinks that I can't see it from Kochira.

Apparently, it's just a physical blow without magic, and "magic sensing" doesn't work.

Pressure Damage

"Zoo Guo"

Evacuate into the air by stretching a portion of the ground at your feet upwards to overcome the pressure of the air approaching the front.

If you look from above and below, you can see that the unnatural earth pillars that have stood where I was just now are breaking and crushing with momentum.

Apparently he's really coming to kill me.

"Meteor Gun"

From the sky, Master Ron casts a vigorous bow, and at the same time, he jumps into Master Ron's pocket with a scaffold of yarn stretched from the ceiling.

Either you pick a hammer and assemble it with me, or you pick me and pierce it... I'm sure Miss Ron will choose one of those alternatives.

"─ ─ Wronging!

"─ ─ Kaha?!

The next moment I thought I had exposed my side of the body to us, Master Ron's right fist was playing a bow over my head, and the left elbow iron was wearing my abdomen, which came late.

Yamada-san and Ponko are thrown into the ceiling, and I'm blown away whilst exhaling blood into a defenseless white belly exposed by a swimsuit.

"... Keho, kaha... uhh..."

Blunt pain stays in your abdomen as if you're being caught by an eagle... this will cause you a little trouble breathing.

Have you come here and heard that you can't put on your armor?

Well, I can't help it, so as a first aid, should I equip Inoue-san only with a pair of boots?

If you equip it, it will change from my judgment to my judgment, and Inoue-san's HP will diminish slightly... well, the damage is insignificant only to the arms and legs, and it will heal in time.

"Oh, you think I'll challenge this eagle to a somatic battle?

"My weapon has been blown away... and I'm going to beat you with strength and strength over an old man?

Hmm, well, that's good.

I see, Master Ron certainly has a blood connection with Mr. Ronowe... I do remember that Mr. Ronowe was very strong with one fist.

And if you live longer than Mr. Ronowe, and make a metaphorical statement, it's obvious that Miss Ron is stronger, who will also be introduced from the step-by-step operation by the players' main story strategy.

It looks similar to Ronowe, but it does have a different strength.

Magic Impact !

"Deep Sea Assault!

Distance them all at once and release their moves... A fist with a different grip, like the claws of Master Ron's dragon, collides at the mid-point with the sole of my thumb bent.

At the skill level, but at the basic status such as muscle strength, I feel like I'm pulling the other person apart a lot... the impact that I couldn't escape was transmitted directly to my arm, and the flesh was avoided along the blood vessels from my right arm and that of Master Ron, and the blood was blowing out.

... well, that's why I'm talking about it.

"Haah!

"Hmm!

Begin a brawl at close range, without paying attention to each other's sharp arm injuries.

Once I pulled out my right arm, my eyes were crushed with my back fist, and a sharp toe blow was raised aiming at where my posture was tilted slightly to the right, which was prevented by bending my left leg.

I calmly analyze the pain in which Master Ron's toes get caught in the left knee kid, but I'm glad it didn't stick to his jaw.

Do it!

Ho!

Using the impact of Master Ron's foot strike, he jumps and rotates with only one foot, releasing the kick with his right leg while maintaining the momentum.... but he grabs his ankle and hits the ground with his grip broken.

However, it seems that I was able to distract Master Ron's consciousness from the large, easy-to-understand behavior, and I was able to stab a poison needle at the back of his elbow and at the base of his leg.

"I really have bad manners... I was going to incite you to feel different with a different outfit."

From the impact from your back, or the barretta with your hair stuck, you make a noise and fly far away.

She opened her mouth to Master Ron, who seemed to have a painful face, with her uncomplicated hair spread out and her posture when she was hit.

"I know the proverb of not choosing a Kobo brush ─ ─!

"I don't know!

If the grip is broken, there is no choice but to rotate the right ankle grasped with the momentum of rising in the air to the fulcrum and kick it up with the left foot by staring at Master Ron's face.

It was strangely prevented by lifting my arm, but let's assume it was better because I penetrated the poison needle even deeper and released my right ankle.

Will I recover Inoue-san's health and damage while asking Mita-san to heal her right ankle?

"Hmm!

"Shh!

In order to deal with Master Ron, who is immediately going after him, I will step forward while throwing a poison needle for containment purposes.

I grabbed the left fist with my opposite palm, which was raised with the aim of crossing my jaw as I played my right fist to the side of my face at the base of my palm.

Holding my fist to the side of my face, I squeezed the bottom of my palm and punched Master Ron through his jaw ─ ─

"─ ─ Sweet wow!!

"─ ─ Gah?!

Opened in the process of being played on the bottom of my palm and pulling my right fist back toward myself, I was grabbed and lifted from behind.

... this is really creepy... I didn't know you had this kind of technology, and I didn't expect you to turn me over to your enemies.

"Gah, guu...!

"Just die ─ ─ nooo?!

Grabbing my neck and lifting, I grabbed Master Ron's right wrist with both hands, shaking the restraint and appearing to be trying to solve it. As the opponent strengthens his grip, he lifts his feet into the air like a pendulum while hanging his center of gravity from both hands to the opponent's right wrist.

With that momentum, pinch your right elbow with both knees, place your right ankle on Master Rong's left shoulder, and hook it toward your neck. By passing your left ankle through your right armpit, you will be able to hug your whole body into Master Rong's right arm and neck.

While kicking up Master Ron's back head with his right ankle so that he can hang it on his neck while still in that position, he can twist and fold his right arm and rotate it so that he can hit Master Ron from his head to the ground.

"Gah, guh... hah, let go... come on..."

Master Ron still won't let go of my neck, even though the earth is cracked by the impact from my head.

What kind of grip do you have? It doesn't suit the old man at all.

However, since it is time for the poison needle stuck in the right elbow to become numb and poisonous, it is also a matter of time before you have to let go.

"Gu, huh! I'll let you go as you wish!

I'm sure Master Ron knows that... right after returning from the beating, he pulled me in and finally took his hand off my neck, so he set me up with a backrest with skills.

I don't have the technique to interfere with this series of early hours, but I'm not going to give it to you for free.

"Nuu?!

Master Ron himself takes the thread he prepared when he hugged his right arm, while also taking advantage of the impact that was thrown.

Master Ron will also strike a wall away from me so that I can be completely hit by a skilled backthrow and the centrifugal force can be pulled by the thread that extends from me.

"Hah, hah..."

"Gu, gosh, gosh..."

I'll retreat the rock that climbs up and wipe the blood off my mouth to calm my breath... it looks like we're missing each other's decision hits so far.

The old man's habit is magical, and I can't believe he's superior to me who uses weapons such as poison and thread.

"─ ─ Fufu"

"... what's so funny?"

No, I accidentally overflowed with laughter.

Don't you think Master Ron, who is an important "player", has a bitter face?

"I'm sorry... but I can't help but enjoy playing with you..."

……

An innocent, young child puts his hand around his mouth and apologizes, ashamed that he has come in as if he had bought a new toy.

However, looking at me like that, Master Ron looked at me and said, "I can't understand anymore."

"... that kind of face hurts a little ─ ─ No, it makes me look abusive."

Somehow it gets annoying, and it makes me feel like I'm being seen from above as a foreign object different from myself.

If you do that, I want to corrupt you into the same place as me.

I don't like the habit of dying if you can tie your neck off from me, people who see it as a foreign object living in a world that has nothing to do with them.

... yeah, I really don't like it.

"I'm sorry about that... but I can't apologize anymore."

"I'm not asking for it either."

It's a new compartment... we hold each other in position, holding them in line with our gaze and our toes ─ ─

─ ─ Die.

─ ─ Again, I ran away to take the opponent's life.

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