I thought it was some kind of joke.

It was the first time I was brought up with that story.

"I want you to lend me the spear Grandpa gave me for a little while."

Earlier generations, this wave I conceded just before Master Igzo died.

We went through the battle together, and I was commanded to let go, albeit temporarily, of the spear I inherited from him, a being that I had served as a squire.

At your grandson's request, that's not all you can do.

His soul, and letting go of a wishful wave, etc.

That's why I suggested that she give up.

'If only you could beat me'.

"... the strong. A truly strong opponent who deserves to wield the full power of the spear"

Head to the man lying on the ground and leak small.

He was an incredible man. An opponent who disguised himself as some sort of floating breeze, handled magic on a scale unlikely to be a person (a human), and had me use the power of a spear early on, although he did not seem to be a strong fighter in the war.

First hand, the running of light he emitted. That one he called 'Heavenly Break'.

It is the name of the King-Heralded Swordsmanship, which is said to remain only in the royal family of the Secondary Continent.

Doubts also arise as to why it can be used, but this one was able to make the decision to use its power from the beginning.

As a result, that's correct. I know what's in this hand, and I've read the deeds, and I've eaten up the falsehoods splendidly.

Powerful swordsmanship emitted from immature body swordsmanship and multiple slashes emitted with suspicious eye accuracy.

I was cornered. I've been cornered. In front of this audience, I did get cornered.

Deep Righteousness during Deep Righteousness, a forceful Ni series of attacks with the help of spears. I never once let this move go to people.

... well, was he such an opponent, comparable to the top demon?

"Respect. Without the spear, I'd probably be the one losing"

I turn to him once now, and now I spin the word firmly.

And slowly he tries to loosen the strength of his body strained to put the battlefield behind him.

But at that moment, his body moved slightly.

My body lifts up loosely, like a rising hot air.

The countdown stops just before the Judgment's declaration of victory is made.

"... stand," he said. Take that. Not yet. "

The armor has already been removed. Instead, it is only leather equipment that cannot be described as superior to flattery.

Direct hit in that condition. Without a doubt my profanity must have burst into his body.

Something's wrong.

Something is definitely going wrong.

Why, why my hands tremble.

He got up slowly, Kai's face slowly headed this way.

I can stare at it with its disappeared, but newly emerging, expression.

"Your Lordship... were you a demon?"

Darkness. A moon full of blood, floating in the dark of pitch black. Magic eyes that make it visionary.

Demon Eye... it is definitely a sign of powerful power.

The moment he recognized it, his opponent, who was piercing his silence, tried to open his mouth.

But at that moment, every sensation in me sounds an alarm.

If I had noticed, I would have rushed out with all my might and was about to slap my hipster spear wide into him.

Here, we have to sink right here and now.

Never, never!

The spear is imminent.

Fast. The very fast horizontal giraffe once again changed its orbit in a motion that ignored the inertia of the movement and made a change to the swing down to this one's head.

It's okay, I won't chop a thousand pieces if I take it by hand.

"... it would be heavy"

"Huh!?

Fierce shock transmitted from palm to elbow and shoulder.

Still, I finally caught him.

Fight back in a forceful way, not a sword. A method that breaks the constraints you put in yourself.

But still, you can't lose.

"The strongest title, it would be heavy. That spear looks heavy too."

Pull hard, but the spear won't even move pickly.

So I finally got to the point. There's a secret hidden in this spear.

"Spatial fixation is what this spear is called."

"Hmm!?

"It's impossible that I can't grab it and pull it off."

Mr Gold once said. 'If you compare pure power, you have your share'.

I antagonized the opponent with an arm wrestle, but I can't move a spear. Something special must be working.

"I see, is it also the power of this spear to ignore inertia and change its orbit? Still, that flowing attack, it seems to have gained a lot of training."

"Stupid...... why doesn't it work when it should have already cut off"

"Well... I'm grabbing it"

anomalous orbit in the air. That is also convincing if we assume that we can anchor the spear to space.

Perhaps he was rerouting the spear to its starting point.

A tactic of war that uses its power to the full. Pay a heartfelt tribute to its skill.

"Those two that seem heavy...... let me take them"

Pull the hand with the spear hard and slap your fist into its stomach where it is curled.

Riccial, who let go of his hand unbearably, blows wide and heads there and throws a spear.

A spear that clashed brilliantly into the same spot as his fist crushed his armor to his body.

The force of this place will not spread the tragedy of piercing the abdomen. However, he did succeed in greatly depriving him of his health.

At ease, he rises again to support the spear he receives.

With a blue face, he snaps at the likelihood of falling even now.

"... bend, humiliate... no way with your own spear... I didn't know you'd get wounded"

"Recovery magic... if it's the Holy Knight, naturally"

Wrapped in white light.

Not entirely, but the bloodstain returns to his face.

Yes, the Holy Knight has this. That's why we can fight longer than 'Robust Knight', who is tougher than any profession and a tank job.

As I once did with RYUE, I guess he has stood up and fought through it again and again by himself.

"I'm sorry, but I'm done. I just can't hang out for hours."

"Heh heh, as strong as that one gets hit, this one is also sold by forebears evil. Shall we compare the roots?"

"I stood up... I mean, you're not reversing..."

"I knew it. There was no madness in my eyes. But I guess it's unexpected that he's a demon."

Mr. Kai, who stood up, saw through his power.

And even with the blow of Kaishin, it should be noted that Mr. Riccial, like Mr. Kai, does not fall.

I didn't expect a death fight so far.

"... That's outrageous, him. Richard can't fight at his usual pace anymore."

"Right. A series of holy knight swords. I think we're going to run out of magic."

As Il and Lue put it, one sword after another by Mr. Riccial...... it's a trick, roll it out.

A light-bearing, seemingly indissoluble attack when it comes to each and every one of them being deep.

I have let Kai bathe that over and over again.

However, Kai takes it, flushes it, and sometimes ignores it and eats it up on him.

"Ah, it's the climb edge. Oh, now it's a grand cross. Wow, I remember a lot of moves, that guy."

"Do you know everything, Lue?"

"Of course you can use them all."

My sister answers that openly.

Um, swordsmanship and every one of those moves is so precious...

Unless someone tells you, unless you can show it up close, you can't even reach the thread of mastery unless you touch it somewhere, someone who uses such a depths without smearing you.

Surely the damage done to Mr. Kai will increase. However, he repeatedly fights back using fists, legs, dark magic restraints and flaming glare as if it had been reopened.

Perhaps Mr. Kai is outnumbered. Neither the opponent should have enough magic left to use healing magic many times.

I'm sure you're going to use your magic to push it off more than to recover.

"... you've already decided on this battle"

"What does that mean?"

and at that time, Potsuri and Mr. Oink muttered so.

"Boom, I'm able to crush Riccial moves step by step"

"Crush...... ah"

I notice what they say. If you look closely at the two people shown, the moment Mr. Richard tried to activate his moves, the moment he shook them up, the moment he changed. Kai's moves were bumping into each other and interfering with the occurrence.

Crush the occurrence of moves......? Is that possible?

"Hey Oink. That's very hard, isn't it? Probably about me, I can do that. If it wasn't for me, the same saint, I wouldn't be able to spot the beginning of a move."

"... Yep, you're right. It won't be possible without spending tens of thousands and tens of thousands of dollars repeatedly, watching over and over, anticipating the timing over and over again, and letting your body stain the rhythm."

As much as I can remember my body...... but Kai is not a holy knight.

So where did you learn the timing?

Where did you repeat the tens of thousands of iterations?

"... yes, Boom. Even in this world, your experience will be harnessed. If you've spent a long time in the second..."

"Why... why can we stop it"

"I've seen it many times. I finally realized it was the same."

"... is that her? A woman named Lue, you were working with her."

"Something similar."

Swordsmanship 'Cutting Sword' Low power, high fuel efficiency, narrow range and pathetic moves.

However, swordsmanship is considered the most important in interpersonal warfare.

The characteristic is' cause the opponent's moves to be cancelled '.

Because of its poor fuel consumption and guess what, it is a move that is only used in interpersonal fights.

And above all, when it comes to using it in a person's hands, it is said that the timing of its hit is too cynical and too difficult to succeed.

According to the opponent's moves, "When the attack decision of the move is made," it is thanks, for one thing, to experience that this opponent, Mr. Richard, can match his moves with only about a frame of respite.

Yes, I was confused by appearance. But all of his moves are things I've seen over and over again, for hours and tens of thousands of times.

The time I've been playing as an RYUE has certainly made me gain experience.

Certainly not at all the same than humans wield. Not to mention the spear, not the sword.

However, over and over again, his movements have become overlapping with my well-known movements.

He swings. The spear's behavior overlaps with the RYUE that stood the sword across the screen.

Then it was easy to determine when and when moves would occur.

As soon as the spear begins to move, use the simultaneous occurrence of slashing to strike the cutting sword and force it to cancel.

Repeat it over and over again.

Deplete. Lose your magic. Lose strength.

Reward for repeated super melee attacks.

Less damage builds up against each other.

Finally, the slashing presses, but the equilibrium, the balance begins to tilt.

"... why... why..."

Loose attack. Fluffy feet.

At the end of the visit at last.

It's over.

Big blow pounding in from the top with full force.

At that moment, the feet of the fluttering Riccial are shunned as they were sewn to the earth by Russia.

"Ha!"

Slowly, a blow to his counter in slow motion.

Oh...... was that an invitation? The sword waved down was struck down by his spear and finally smashed to pieces.

Swing down a bladeless sword. Naturally, if we keep this up, we won't hit it.

It will create a definitive gap. Though...

"You can't lose, sorry."

Another wave of 'Big Sword', held in your hand.

I took it out in an instant, my most trusted partner.

It would be cowardly. It would be cowardly to have weapons replaced.

Still, I take the win. Break your own rules. But I'll take the win.

And the moment the sword tries to reach him, the voice pops into my ear and I forcefully stop myself from moving.

"One! Nine! Eight! ………… '

If you look, he was on the ground, Richard was lying there.

In a position with the spear shaking off, depressed.

... at the last counter, were you out of all your power?

Hold still, wait for the count to go on as you look down at him.

And a declaration was made of the end of the match.

"One arrow... not one arrow away, it wasn't weird to be completely reversed It was a putting souvenir"

He looks down at the shattered sword and squeals so.

A little longer, if he'd stood just a little longer, if I hadn't taken the sword out, he'd probably have had a mighty blow.

I don't know if this one will lose. However, different results may have awaited.

Get your breathing ready. I sink my feelings in an attempt to calm my heart by pulsing hard.

Drain your shoulders and slow down your entire body.

And all nervousness and fatigue, and I groaned trying to spit out my thoughts.

"... I knew you were strong, who lived in this world"

Rhue, but Riccial.

Did I get a little stronger, too?

Were you able to escape a little from a state of mere agitation over this force?

Receive a declaration of victory and leave the venue behind.

With a definite fullness in the chest, and a sense of satisfaction.