Perhaps you'll wait until this one checks the facts.
The battle's flames should have been cut and dropped, but Shun doesn't try to move while watching this one.
Then let's just sweeten up to that favor now. Open the status in a hurry and check the item of equipment.
"Grey Out... Not Selectable"
My status now is that prescribed numbers have just been added to the unarmed state.
If my memory is certain, this is a kind of systematic state anomaly applied in PvP mode 'Flat Battle'.
It means that the ability of the equipment will not be added at last, and the effect will not be applied.
And that's... nothing short of sealed ability, which is my weapon's greatest strength.
I mean, just the power I've lived in this body, engraved, learned, and challenged.
This man who lived five hundred years ago with the ultimate sword.
That's not all. This one says it's tied up with gear, but the other one says it's reinforced.
... is a hell of a challenge. But the odds are...
"You're done, aren't you?
"Huh!?
At that moment, there was a whisper of Shun coming right from the side.
Encouraged by the emotions of surprise and fear, he just flies forcefully back to the other side of the direction in which his voice spoke.
If you look at him at the same time as you land, he's already wielded his sword.
Am I under attack? No, I can't believe that sign...
But still, the heart pulses hard at the feeling of death, unseen anxiety that is sure to loom.
And the next thing I heard was a metallic sound that resonated from the ground.
"What...?
"… I recommend surrender, but what do we do"
At the end of your gaze. Rolling to the ground, love sword.
And that 'right hand holding the pattern' was falling.
In the momentary time between recognition and the coming of pain, the sweetness of this thought is cursed, and the voice is unconsciously raised with a slit throat.
He picks up his hand madly in death and pushes it against the cutting surface.
"Hmm, what is that? Recovery magic......? Have you remembered since you came here?"
"Huh! Damn...... what, now"
Good luck, stay put except for the gear.
The [Life Strength Extreme Enhancement] granted to itself is functional.
Then if you give him this inverted, all at once...
I think about it where I have so much thought.
'Then you're going to kill me, is that all right?
It's not a feeling of caring for the other person, but a pure chance of winning.
Due to the nature of your abilities, you need three or three seconds to completely deprive your opponent of his health.
But - honestly, I don't have the confidence to escape this guy's attack for three or three seconds.
I don't even know what happened now, but I'm talking about what to do.
In the first place, "I can't emotionally use a curse gift right now."
First, repeat the backstep towards the edge of the field.
But this one also decides to be prepared for the fact that the game is over when he rushes over here at an unbeatable speed.
Activate 'Flame Fern' and spread the black flame thinly.
With that flaming swing, he barely identifies the moment at which he accelerates, making sure he rolls in and thoroughly escapes.
Slowly, with a slight change of direction towards the edge.
He said this place would go uphill if it was on the edge like a chinese pot.
Then I find a glimmer of hope there that it should be a burden to keep moving at exactly the same speed no matter how fast.
And then, if you move around in this flame without knowing anything, and you run out of acid, it's a lucrative thing.
The next moment, a black flame that rises and scratches out into the sky in an instant.
Doesn't work that way, tongue-in-cheek, while taking further distance and finally plunging into the ramp.
And it activates ice magic at about the same time, generating a thin ice membrane at your feet.
"... I see"
Shun's whining noticed this one's intentions.
But it seems terribly boring, and I can't help but say that it is unexpected.
Oh, you bet. I feel sorry for myself now that I can only fight this way.
But - there's nothing stopping this guy. Who said anything about attacking from rest?
"The earth flashes."
"Moonflash."
The slaughter of this one who crushes the ice he has strained and goes on the ground.
And he doesn't let his hair in for a while, and a slashing move that goes on about the same track flies from Shun.
Winding up grains of ice. A blink of an eye.
This time, however, the ice grain is spread to activate the Dark Demon Guide, eroding it and transforming it into a pitch-black mist.
"Heavenly Break“ "Ascension Dragon" "
At a time when I completely took my sight off, I tap into the big moves that I don't even know if I'll hit.
And without confirming the hit, run along the outer circumference again, straining the ice membrane back again.
In poor vision, it is a difficult business to chase after you.
Now I see a little chance of winning. That's when I thought so.
Sharp pain running on the shoulder. My body seems to lean unexpectedly.
Eat up your teeth, cage your cheeks with light power and put life into yourself.
I wondered if it was coming up to the back soon, and I turned around and shook my sword wide away, at the same time releasing 'The Fist of the Earth' again.
But there was no sign of Shun in this sight, and only the black fog, which had already come a long way, creeped into the place.
No way, you're still over there?
But what the hell is the attack now?
Think about who it is as you stroke the wound on your shoulder that has already begun to heal.
There are several types of attacks that emit fluctuations. But... would there have been such a narrow range of precisely cleaved moves?
It is possible to cleave in wave motion. But... if it's not, my mind whispers.
Attacks that are too sharp and precise, and can't even sense a warning of activation.
"Huh! What, what?"
Shake your head by the shock of a sudden visit.
Thoughts stop. It makes my breathing difficult.
The taste of blood spreads, the hot pain spreads through the throat like it is to be decided.
When you hold your neck, a nasty amount of blood sticks to your hands.
mutilated? No, I guess I just plundered. But the cold sweat builds muscle from forehead to cheek in the mysterious attack that is definitely coming to finish this one.
Black fog doesn't show any change. And there's no sign of Shun anywhere on the field,
The pain draws, but spits the blood that remains in his throat, and stares at the fog.
... The fog is not moving. You're not waving your sword?
At that time, a voice finally sounds out of the fog, and at the same time the fog, cleaved to the cross, disperses.
"... Hmm. Are you out of your mind?
"... that word, I'll give it back to you as it is. What's that move?"
Surprise at this unusual resilience.
And this one is alert to that unusual attack.
... Thousands of hands at first glance. But it's this one who's cornered by its fruits.
If you keep taking attacks in a row. If you continue to take more damage than this healing amount.
Once that anxiety plundered the back of my brain, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
If you wave the sword, the fog will definitely move. But there's no sign of it, and this body is cut like a mutilation with an invisible sword.
That's where I think. The presence of [Weapon Ability] in the status of the item I peeked at earlier.
There was only [flashing]. Literally, I'd expect something similar to pursuit.
"No way."
At the next moment, even though there are no signs of attack or anything, try to roll the ground to get a distance.
Then at that moment, this one was deeply engraved with a cross wound on the ground where he had been.
Splashing floorboards and air-shaking, wind-cut sounds that hunch death.
Definitely. This is...
"Time difference attack......! Don't you have a lot of moves?"
Earlier, the fog-scattered attack. That one was definitely swayed by the cross.
Suppose you slow down that trajectory and cause it to occur additionally anywhere as well.
And it would be a coincidence that I was able to avoid it now, but if I still can't change the specified coordinates once.
... No, the attack hit even while this one was running. So that thing predicted this move and generated it?
"Well, I thought it would just end up flushing properly... don't stick around outdoors"
"... don't look down, little one."
"Hey, let's reverse the head position immediately. I'll tell you what the ground tastes like."
And just as it was the dawn of the second round, his sword waves a sword that houses the pale light.
"... don't play with me"
"... Dahlia, please do it again. Get me out of here."
I'm sorry, but I can't do that.
"I'm sorry, but even Kai's friend - if you need him, I'll take his life."
"Stop. No scratches."
Fair kiln. Once the continent of Fastria...... stone stage restored from stone tablets with remnants of the game-era system.
Created as a training ground that can replicate the PvP of the game era in a pseudo way, this place changes its appearance to a cruel execution site, depending on how it is used.
... and it was you who pushed this' handicap 'implementation more enthusiastically than anyone else in making this place, shun.
Was that for today? In just one aspect of protecting this country, are you saying that we have defined Caivon as our virtual enemy for hundreds of years as the most alarming obstacle?
... Is there any reason for that? It's just a coincidence. But this system is too effective against him.
The strength of Caivon in the game age was the accuracy of the operations coming from the overwhelming playing time, as well as the amount of knowledge, but the very thing is in "gear".
The guy, who freely reassembles his abilities according to the occasion, was proud of his strength for pulling out the army, even after subtracting the low attack power of his sword.
Of course, when you throw a party, it's inferior to the shun in charge of raw DPS. But on the other hand, I was able to handle any situation, and the survival and clearance rates alone were not beaten by anyone else.
"... but you don't have a chance at this moment... what the hell, if it's true"
At that time, a flash of light rushes around the corner of my vision.
Turning around, Reis was staring sharply at this one with his bow up.
... Did you shoot him? But at this moment, it leads to a continental ritual, and it doesn't strike me as controlling this place.
Don't let an ant bite cross the statue's skin. Don't let the baby play take down the adults.
The difference to cruelty plays her will without teeth.
"... I'm not saying anything bad, just sit back and watch. Do something to make sure it doesn't get bad."
"Don't be ridiculous...... I will not forgive you! Absolutely, Kai's thoughts, your lady who trampled on the joy of reunion!
Nothing is more terrifying than the anger of a beauty. It distorts its appearance, which is too beautiful, it is hit with a voice of too heavy resentment, and leaks a look of regret, not bitter laughter.
... I know. I can't believe I betrayed his expectations and hopes.
We know each other. I know this is the only way!
"... Dahlia. If you really won't let me out, at least do me a favor."
In contrast to Reis, Rhue talks at a calm pace.
But I'm guessing that's something I've taken care of. A trembling hand, a fist-shaking hand, was telling the story.
"Kai, in case you lose, give him an allowance immediately. I don't care what happens to me, Kai, just you and Rais, just get me out of this country safely."
"... I'm sorry, but there are limits to what I can stock up on. I've already got a wish for Cayvon, and he'll make it happen, so I'm all over it."
"Kai, your wish...?
I'm not going to tell you that.
But - if we keep this up, we're really gonna get framed for fulfilling that wish.
Even from my eyes, Caivon fights a lot.
It's been a year since I've been in this world, and I've got my inner tongue wrapped around the fact that I can fight this far.
Killing grid. No, before that, there was "a grip on that thing to wield the power that could easily take a man's life."
Necessarily pressed, and at one point he was driven furiously, and his hands were defiled.
After years of fighting, there was also a fear that the sensation would get mahy little by little.
I've survived thousands of nights to break it off.
"... status is a decoration."
It wasn't something you could survive with a high level of mental strength.
In a light-hearted mood, he challenged himself to withstand any mental load if he had a high mental strength, which resulted in punching the contents of his stomach more than once.
Shun was terrible among other things. Seriously, because of the close proximity between what we are and what we are in the real world, we can't even separate it from what we are in the different worlds, and we have seen it getting closer than anyone else every day.
But - he overcame it for hundreds of years, and built more than 10,000 corpses. I built it up.
"... I understand what you're holding, Caivon. But... what we carry, what we step over, it's just as heavy."
That's why - I don't know which victory to hope for.
Though now driven into adversity, a feeling similar to that of jealousy and awe boils down to the appearance of cutting from the front.
'You're way off track in this world, too,' he said.
"Huh! Kai, your moves are crushed again"
"... the speed of the move is too different..."
Lue and Reyce are staring at the battle between the two as they gave up.
Focus your gaze on the words that leak from it, too.
Once Kaivon starts putting up his sword, Shun is already done with the attack.
Perhaps Caivon still can't activate his moves without taking a game-era motion.
Switching consciousness. You work out the image to activate the move, and then you don't chase it.
We're already infected.
And despite the moves activated to crush, the slaughter is carved into Caivon's body again a few moments late.
No attack speed, no maneuvers, no system of moves can compare.
But I guess it's the incredible resilience that resides in it that keeps me standing now.
What the hell is that? I doubt Regene or similar magic, but its resilience and duration doesn't match our knowledge.
Digital resilience. You should be losing the power of your gear, but turn your suspicious eyes to see what this means.
Just then, a deadly blow pierced Caivon's body that he didn't know how many times it would be.
Two neighbors scream in a blood splash that jumps out of their backs.
... hey, let's go down already. Forget about the wish you gave me, and admit you lost.
You did your best. You've had enough.
No matter how fast you use your moves, you can't keep up with faster moves.
Never... you should never win.
Why are you...
"... why,"
Why, why can't I stop trembling?
Fear that one of you might lose your life?
No... no. This is not like that.
Anxiety that chills are likely to loom now, as if they were sitting behind them with reality.
Creepy sensation, I can't stop shivering. Is this because of 'that wish'?
It was then. A loud shock sounds, and every human being on this scene steps on it unexpectedly.
He finally took Shun's blow from the front and showed it to him.
... You're crazy. How can you eat it up? If I come down any path, I can keep trying without breaking my heart.
If I had noticed, Caivon's appearance had become 'That Look I Know Well'.
Its figure, engraved in its strongest memory, is dressed in a reclining costume.
It leaks a weird laugh at the sickening appearance of chills as if they embodied them.
"... the Wandering Demon King has finally come this far,"
"Kai-san... really, really..."
"... if you want to stop it, it's now, Mr. Dahlia. It will only end unfortunately as it is."
I put around saying that maybe that figure is what Kaivon meant.
But - the idea is too sweet. Because the path we've taken is not as short or flat as chasing it.
At the next moment, the shockwave hits this junction hard with a sense of intimidation that goes to every corner of the battlefield.
That's not a move, it's just a hegemony. Some kind of energy that can be perceived from the whole body.
And both swords wrap up the light.
The words out of their mouths are a special blow that would hold each other.
Kaivon's "Heavenly Break“ and Shun's "Extreme Light“ Destruction "
Two moves of a similar nature, specialized in single-shot firepower.
It was a form that Shun activated to overlap Caivon's blow, which would probably have appeared on one or eight hangings.
Despite the rear exit, it was still Shun's blow that activated first.
A massive blow surrounding the blue light approaches Caivon.
On the verge of touching his body, Kaivon's blow arrives in time and the greatest blow approaches Shun's body.
But still, it was Caivon who was attacked first.
The screaming woods spirits.
And a little late, I can hear Shun groaning slightly.
"... that's it, end it"
In the blinding eyes with the aftermath of the flash, the sight is reflected again.
Finally, an attack-like attack, shun that suppresses the shoulders.
And...
"Ugh... right..."
"Oh no, Kai... lost...?
A thousand slices of flying, only one wing.
The mask is scattered and white shards disperse on the ground.
A collapsing corner and a worn out costume.
Grabbing the sword with both hands, making it like a wand and barely supporting the body of a full-blown creation, it sinks slowly and kneels.
But at the same time, with the anxiety that strikes me again, I finally get my mouth full of this fight.
"Shun! Quick, get it over with! You're going to sink right now!
No, don't get distracted yet, what did he wish for me?
Reminds me, that night's conversation.
That's when you told me...
"If anything happens to me, then..."
Don't let me live up to that promise.
Before I give you a hunch - finish the fight.
"Please don't let the two of you see me."
Chills, fear, reach the limit.
I call aloud, even though I have my surrounding eyes.
"Stab the stop now! That's not KYVON or anything!!!