Hitsugi no Maou

The impact comes through to the twist. The sensation of the fist disappears, the pain becomes fever and stagnates around the wrist (ah).

It was like wearing a burnt iron bracelet. That seems to be the same for Oren, with her eyes open and her wrists covered, "Gang!" and scream like a dog.

The moment I almost felt superior to screaming, a blade-like lateral kick accidentally flew in. Twisting and turning himself away, Oren's figure is disappearing from sight in the next moment.

An awesome shock ran at my feet. Oren, who rounded herself low like a raccoon (sawdust), slammed her whole body on Sabitoga's leg and was limping up to power.

Reversing heaven and earth. As soon as I take a passive, Oren jumps at me even though I was leaning back.

A fist punch (kenda) storm (alan). Too heavy a fist is worn by horse thieves who rely on scam (tsp.) through a spring of muscles as supple as a whip (munch).

This man, by nature, is a physician. Master of hand-to-hand combat, fighting the human body itself as a weapon -.

"I had to let go of the spear. I could have won! That's a shame man!!

On Sabitoga's belly, which prevents his fists from diligently (kennying), Oren slammed both knees that made him pointed (and) as he laughed.

Shredding gut. Swallow stomach fluids coming up your throat (throat) in place, and Sabitoga reaches down to Oren's knee eating up his teeth.

Oren tried to make more fists out of her winning (dusty) face, but the moment Sabitoga's fingers touched her knee head, she blued her complexion.

Stand up and thumbs pierce sharply (to the point) at the knee joint trying to escape. Sabitoga, who looked terrible, burst (greeted) the body demolition technique she had used as her home into the legs of a physician.

The twisted thumb seals the joint movement, and the knee plate is gripped (nibbled) in the palm of Sabitoga's hand and instantly removed. A bitter noise echoed and the severe pain caused Oren to scream raw.

Oren, who collapses (crumbs) and falls, nevertheless tries to roll out his elbow iron (hijitsutsu) at the will of the physician. But Sabitoga even embraces his elbow and slaps him on the ground behind every momentum of Oren that falls.

Oren, who fed his elbow to the stone of the bridge, turned around with a voice that made no sense. As he tried to distance himself from his enemies with pain, he reached for Raymond's shoes, which he was watching as he gained momentum.

Auren, who looks up all the time, receives their long gaze and stiffness.

Raymond had a hot, fun look, hitting and changing from before the battle began.

"Isn't that amazing, you guys? How dare you show 'Hua' so far in a bare-handed fight? It's a fun duel to watch."

"... I don't care... because I won't get hurt..."

"What the fuck. Fist fights and executions may be established as entertainment because the audience is in a safe zone. Good luck, Oren. I'm just crazy about my arms and legs one at a time."

Oren stood up to support Raymond's shoes, releasing a back fist that she couldn't turn to the rustling Sabitoga behind her back.

Sabitoga, however, takes a single hand at Kile's blow of dropping Flying Swallow. There were no more unintentional moves (ginger) in Oren, who had no interest in the shaft foot.

Sabitoga punched Oren's side (Tsura) as hard as she could with her stiffened fists. The fist bones are buried in the facial flesh, making the bones sparkle. Oren, with his eyeballs turned upwards, exhaled like a duck who could squeeze, but he couldn't even fall because he was caught fisting, and looked up in the sky.

With his sticking arm, Sabitoga solidifies at once and throws his back. Oren, who couldn't even take the reception and hit him hard in the back, threw his foot off the bridge.

The tension in the field rapidly eases. Many of the spectators decided that there was a 'battle' over Oren's condition.

But Sabitoga dared to say, "Tell me you're here," to Oren, who couldn't move while sweating all over her body. A terrible appearance makes the sound of his teeth against the person who does not return the upward spinning eyeball inside.

"I don't know about the knee, but I left the knee joint off to heal. If you admit to losing, I'll let you in (...) as soon as I can. Don't stab me in the face."

"... I knew it was third-rate... when a pedigree passes on the Devil's Island, you really think? This island..."

"If I had moved with a human being, you would have had your throat (throat) bones removed, not your knees"

Sabitoga exhaled deeply as she let go of Oren's fist. Looking down at the despicable horse thief, he continues to speak in a heartfelt abomination.

"Even scumbags like you, power is power. It would be more convenient to have some enemies on the road in the battle against the devil than to crush them here and now."

"... the cold weather. There's a dumb bastard sympathetic to horse animals...... Whether it's on the island or out there, pitiful livestock is the best business tool to fall for. Travelers are warriors, soldiers, merchants, even slaves are tolerant and alert to old horses. If you suck, you can invite more sympathy than a human woman or child. That's why we horse thieves are born."

"Horse thieves in my country didn't abuse horses. Even if I got caught, only the horses were like people begging me to help them."

Sabitoga narrows her eyes and says to Oren, "You, give me a break," slightly lowering her voice.

"You've only ever ridden a horse you stole from someone else."