Godless Birth

Phage job!

It seemed clear to me that the tremors that started from your fingertips were spreading throughout your body. Suddenly, a lot of hair flew out and smoked black smoke.

The apothecary, who was shaking violently like a patient with epilepsy, was throwing his Black Dragon Sword to the ground nervously.

Even though the other person's cake looks bigger.

Why are you so desperate for someone else's sword?

“I told you guys it was a fist, right? ”

The Apostle gave me access to whether I had yet to escape the aftermath of the epilepsy, and I raised my fist to the Apostle.

Baaak!

Exciting.

I could feel a little bit of lightning still in the apostolic body through my fist.

But I don't understand why the blood splattered around my face today is so refreshing.

“Knng!”

“That sounds great whenever I hear it. ”

“How dare you!”

The Apothecary throws up his fist, throwing up a fiery old age.

I'm in a hurry.

Normally, you'd know that a fist that doesn't heal properly doesn't reach out.

Even if I was an apostolic, I'd be pissed off.

But that's an apostolic situation, and there's too many gaps!

I took a step back, avoiding the apostolic fist.

Phew!

I can clearly feel the soy sauce pierced through my toes.

The messenger who was hit in the abdomen twisted, then grabbed the back of his head and hit his forehead.

Boom! Baaaak!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After three punches and a subsequent fist strike, the Apostle bent down and devoted himself to defense as if restoration was first.

Then where should we hit it?

The answer was the occipital!

Boom! Boom! Knock, knock!

The apostle who had been beaten for a long time got up and vomited.

“You bastard! How dare you!”

Then, kicking the floor and scattering the sand, I lightly dodged and opened my mouth.

“Hey, was the Apothecary the title of the head of the street correctional crew? You in a hurry? ”

“Shut up!”

A fist approached me for a moment, and I accepted.

Qajik!

I could see that the apostle had recovered somewhat from the stunning shock that seemed to be releasing his mind even though he turned around to release the shock.

I twisted my elbow with a recoil.

Qajik!

I could feel the heavy hits.

However, the Apothecary held out his fist against me, and we entered a battle.

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

My whole body was struck by the shock of wanting to give up and lie down at least now.

My whole body was heavy.

My mind was slowly pushing to the limit and my head was pinging with dizziness from the constant bleeding.

But I'm the only one.

I didn't stop the attack, believing that the Apostle was the same.

Maybe we're thinking the same thing.

Only when it stops.

I had to swing my fist to survive.

All we hear are loud breathing and beating each other's bodies.

That's how blood splattered and flesh splattered, and we were quickly becoming exhausted.

* * *

Qualifying woo grabbed hold of the apostolic arms, and the pulling Apollonian was attached, and the knee of the only wooden man on the road hit the apostolic face.

Qajik!

The paper sulfur loosened its wrist with bending reactions and force before swinging its fist and hitting the target's jaw. As Lim Wu tries to resist the attack by barely holding on to his torso, he takes a step back and kicks his tongue.

It was because I thought the poison and tenacity were great, even though it was an authentic attack.

The thought of confined rain was once again established in the mind of the papyrus.

Meeting an opponent who can fight with all his might was a dream for a supernatural strength.

Most of the strongmen in the province were leading the force, so they got distracted and couldn't fight at all.

That's why I've been fighting so hard for so long, and I've been living in this bloody, fleshy place for so long.

However, I couldn't just enjoy the current situation while enjoying it. The one who made me feel happy in front of my eyes was the one who had destroyed his old mastery.

Perhaps, at this rate of growth, he would soon be surpassed, and if not today, killing Lim Woo would have been an agent.

So I had to kill him today.

At that moment, I looked at Lim Wu, who was breathing with a choleric poison in his eyes.

“I hate that we got off to the wrong start. But there's got to be something we can do about it. ”

Lim Wu only clenched his fist as he looked at the manuscript looking at him.

Literally, I can't help it.

It was too far away to go back.

Looking at Lim Wu, who didn't have an answer, he nodded his head as if he didn't want to say anything. Then he blew himself up again.

The limited fist of Chofilsulfur hits the ground, tripping over the limitless leg and pushing the face without cause.

After they got up, they closed the gap and swung their fists at each other's faces.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Neither the nasty blood flowing backwards down the throat, nor the screaming muscles could stop them.

There were no retreat islands for both the lime woo and the papyrus.

Baaak!

The moment the limited-rainbow's head bent significantly and stepped back, the cornerstone raised a red steering wheel and stabbed his hand at the limited-rained heart.

The reclusive rainbow rotates, grabbing the wrist and pushing it back and forth.

Boom!

Then I took a lot of weight and punched him.

Shhhhhhhhh!

As the Apostle turned away, the shocked earth splits open and bursts out.

‘Crazy bastard.’

The most cruel part of the river was the vinegar swallowing and gazing at the earth rising up and down.

I never thought I'd leave an attack like that on a man's face.

It was only natural that the Apostle would collapse after making an enemy like this. Now, it was his biggest mistake to try to face him.

Guava light!

Although they were two men who were knocked down immediately, there were still hundreds of them attacking each other.

As Lim Wu, who was lying on the ground, stumbled and woke up, blood was spilling from the red body from his head to his toes.

The Apothecary is not in good shape.

The life that had spread so much had diminished, and his breath was too muddled.

‘That's disgusting. ’

As he fights the Apostle, he can see that the only thing more accurate and concise about the attack is not the strength.

The user realizes that even the most persistent bloodthirsty attacks and filthy words aren't the only thing that makes it difficult for the target to be spotless and clean.

So this fight was fun.

Above all, this sense of domination of the whole body was making Limitless One so excited.

The adrenaline rushes like crazy and the limit seems to have been lifted. I can't stop moving.

* * *

The first thing I learned in Moorish was that if you don't kill it, you die. And then I learned that the intense intensity that comes with the blood and the bouncing of flesh excites me, and it's fun to fight.

I still have something to show you.

I haven't taken out the spleen yet.

That's why I was able to fight more.

“Tsk!”

Tuck!

You filthy bastard!

Boom, boom! Bang, bang!

Shit, my goal is ringing.

I was continually punched in the face, blocked by the spitting blood of the Apostle.

Recovery has allowed me to heal internally, but I cannot allow my head to continue like this.

It was head to head if it was hard.

Suddenly, something glittering in the dust caught my eye.

Kuang!

I flew like I was rolling the floor and swung my Black Dragon Sword from the ground.

Clamps!

The Apothecary looks down, furious, as he approaches with an opportunity. I swung my sword at once, and the Apostle raised his voice to respond.

I laughed at the apostolic power.

Maybe the King of the Romans didn't teach you a lesson on a vacuum room today.

I threw my sword at the apostolic arms without swinging, and the apostolic figure instinctively loosened the reins before making a polite expression.

He seems to have noticed that if he gets the sword, he'll be caught in a cerebral attack. The Apothecary stomped his foot with a sword approaching his chest in a steady posture.

Blah!

I laughed at it.

Finally, there is a clear opening.

I smashed my fist at the unbalanced Apostler while kicking the Black Dragon Sword.

Keeping my legs straight, the Apothecary jumped to self-defense, and my fist was crushing the self-defense.

This was the real thing in the beginning.

I flew my fist through the open leg.

Unemployed!

I could see that the Apostolic Master was training rigorously for the softness of the foot.

Isn't that too much?

Me, the Apostle, and sure enough, we don't stand in the way of fighting.

We couldn't say that the pooped dog was a braided dog tree and we were cowards to each other.

So it was okay to die.

We know.

Winning means losing.

In front of life and death, it's more than a process.

I grabbed my crotch and kicked back at the fallen monk.

At this time, it was most effective to focus on just one place.

The Apothecary desperately devotes himself to defending it, leaving too many holes exposed.

One punch to the occipital!

Kuang!

I used what I learned today for the apostle who couldn't get my body right since I was distracted.

There, there! There, there!

I learned the truth by being struck by the apostless with what obstinacy is and what a filthy, vile attack is.

Qajik!

I felt clear.

His eggs are all broken.

“You're a snitch! ”

“Ahhhh!”

The Apostle rushes to Blink, a sudden burst of tension, and reappears behind the Apostle's back, kicking his butt with all his might.

I gave him the bottle.

That's why I'm less of a martyr than an apostle.

“Ugh. Son of a bitch. ”

The Apothecary bites his lips, trembling. Two red-blooded eyes told me.

Are you even a man?

Where are the implicit laws?

So I pointed with my eyes.

You're not a man anymore.

“Are you scared? Why are you so slow? I still have something to show you. ”

Humans are animals of adaptation and forgetfulness.

The Apothecary was used to my current strength and speed surrounded by a trio of buffs.

But I could be stronger than I am now.

How can I be stronger?

There is also a saying that to live on the river, you have to hide the power of Three Halls.

Today I've been keeping the undivided stat intact until I've had a definite moment, despite many level ups.

And now it was time to dispense the undivided stats.

All in! ’

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