How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

After all, all he had left was to crash like this. I've done whatever I can to stop the medication. I tried to find stronger drugs to free myself from the effects of the paragraphs, and I tried to manufacture similar drugs, but they didn't all work, and eventually I was forced to bend at the end. The medicine made by the High Priest was truly the medicine of the devil.

"Ghosts. From now on, try as hard as you can. So you can make me a little more enjoyable."

At least when I was fighting the strong, I got excited because I felt like I had returned to my old self a little bit. Carlos began to create an error in the spear, hoping that this ghost would last as long as possible.

"You don't want me to give you drugs?"

"Hmph. The medicine can only be made by the High Priest. Do you think you're going to go to such a candy plantation?"

Unless he was a fool, he also tried to figure out how to make a copy of the medicine. However, even though the same materials were produced through the same process, the effect was completely different. The presence or absence of a skill produces such a result.

"Hmmm."

If you're going to use it on one person, the Wrath Corps has a lot of it, but if you're the best warrior, you can use Angel Blood drugs that work better than the Wrath Corps. Priests use drugs that are more powerful than that. However, because he was unable to supply the drugs continuously, Sung-hoon was forced to stop thinking about attracting Carlos.

I didn't know him very well because he was from the same city anyway, and I was only encouraged to see him stabbed in the face because of his skills. Myrina didn't have to be obsessed with Carlos so much that she hung herself in a yard with a load of tests that looked like Max's loyalty and Chetra's.

"Then I have no choice. Unfortunately, your fate has just been determined by your rejection. You…."

"What are you?"

Khh!

"You have an urgent personality. I'm not done talking."

"Thank goodness you're so chatty. You can die by saying whatever you want to say before you die."

"I think so too."

The window's trajectory twists very finely as you swing your left hand and slightly comb your elbow. Without looking closely at the spear, Sung-hoon tries to smash the knob with the sword in reverse. If you think about strength, the attack of a ranker fighter will be different from the one taken.

However, Sung-hoon could not reach his fist perfectly and was forced to reap hastily. It was because the spear that I thought was missing was trying to cut off my wrist by drawing a circle. Sung-hoon, who quickly retreated to back-dumbling, could see how his opponent responded to his attack.

'Twins!'

I thought it was just one spear, but the middle part separated, and I heard two spears in each of my left and right hands. It was impossible to attack with such a wide reach as before, but you will gain even more in melee warfare as the weapon is shortened. Meanwhile, Carlos began to pick up his breath as he looked at Sung-hoon.

'Long time no see.'

His twin spear is a kind of secret weapon, but he usually has little to pull out. So far, no matter how many twins I pulled out, I had enough to count on as my fingers, and I was so proud that I couldn't do it against ghosts.

"Quickly."

"If you compliment the enemy, nothing comes out, but huhuhuhu."

I'm guessing it's not just fast, I've divided the workshop a few times, but it's also very strong, and it's also very good in body movement, flexibility, and elasticity. Purely by virtue of his abilities, the ghost will surpass himself far more. Fortunately, the other person is human.

"From now on, I consider you a Class B Mission Raid Boss monster. I'll do my best to deal with it."

"Did you forget to tell me you're really dealing? Or does the sincerity and power you're talking about have a different meaning?"

Despite the stirring of the Holy Hun, Carlos began to rush toward the Holy Hun with the spear in his left hand placed on his upper body and the spear in his right hand placed on his lower body. Approach and spread the sword of Dispersive Nubora as if dancing. It was as if it had been made for each other from the beginning.

'What a pity. Whatever you say about fighting with power, it doesn't matter.'

With one sword, he gradually grasped Carlos' gaps and stabbed him in the side with his eyes. However, I was forced to panic at the moment the sword hit me. At first I thought I was wearing gloves like myself. However, the same feeling I felt when I stabbed a sword in various other places was not caused by wearing armor.

Perhaps it is obvious to protect it with something's skill, such as a self-defense machine in Miri.

'From the moment I held the twin spears, I wanted to look so loose.. This son of a bitch.'

Gang!

Carlos, who had slashed his sword with two spears, looked at the hard face of the Holy Hun and had a generous expression.

"You must have noticed."

Carlos' foreword was simple. Having a big difference in physical abilities makes it virtually difficult for him to fight while protecting his entire body from sexual assault. Then the story is simple. You just have to limit your defenses to a few places. Defend only minor areas such as the glabella, joints, heart, and liver thoroughly and remove any remaining guards.

And the defense of that part is to use shield skills to hold on to the body. If you deliberately expose several weaknesses and defend a critical minor, you can fight equally against opponents who have superior abilities, such as Seongfu. Of course, an attack strong enough to come to shield could blow. Then stop if you don't give it a chance.

"Argh! What?!"

"You're starting to stutter. Are you embarrassed?"

"Embarrassed? Me?!"

Slurp!

"I think I have something to hide. That's not enough. Huhu."

"I'll see what happens next."

'Just one shot, if you can make just one shot....'

If ordinary warriors or unmanned men were to launch an attack of power in an instant, Sung-hoon would need some time because he would spell that part out. So I was forced to reveal some weaknesses in a fight that didn't even give me the slightest bit of room as it is now.

All we have to do is thoroughly dance and fight with this new dispersive nouveau. As time went by, Carlos' way of fighting became increasingly absurd.

It was a struggle, but he intentionally dragged the ground with his feet meaningless or stepped strongly on the corners, causing dirt and blurring his vision. He even fought against the Hung Hung using spitting thugs, back alley thugs, and other stubborn methods. Even if you get hit, you don't have any damage, but if you are a person, you can avoid it unwittingly.

What the fuck?

The scene of dropping a window in his right hand, as if seen openly, was enough to vomit emotion. If you aim for that gap, you can definitely blow one arm. But in return, his body will be cut off into two eastern rivers by a spear held in his other hand.

"You're doing great. Khh."

"Aren't you coming? It was a chance to take an arm."

"It's not a trap?"

"Maybe so."

Carlos, who immediately kicked up the falling spear and recaptured it, smiled in a vague tone.

On the other hand, no one in the vicinity was able to get involved in the fight between two dimensionally different people. No, to be precise, it was impossible to get in. Even though I wanted to support, I realized that it was impossible to aim the right target because the location changed in real time and Carlos would only be disturbed if I tried to support him clumsily.

There is no way an ordinary person can be helpful in a superhuman confrontation that crosses boundaries. Though the battle seemed to flow in its own way, it was absurd to eat the first room of Sung-hoon.

"Huh?!"

The attitude of Sung-hoon, who turned around and spontaneously spilled Carlos' attack, collapsed. Carlos' arms and legs didn't interfere. Carlos bites and pulls the cloak of the Holy Spirit through his mouth.

Kwajik!

"Too bad."

"Phew... Phew."

With incredible flexibility, Carlos tasted his breath as he watched the Holy Spirit escape from the orbit of the spear.

Glub.

On the other hand, Seong Hun, who was completely reassured that he had avoided the attack, inadvertently touched his mask and mouth with a warm, bitter feeling. It was his blood that floated in the palm of his hand. A slit in the spear closely cut off the head of the Holy Hun.

"Argh, you... you bastard! How dare you!"

"Huhuhuhuhuhu, you look much better than you just did. I kept getting the awkwardness of acting with the mask."

"Wouldn't you be ashamed to fight like this with such skill?"

Seong Hun uses cowardly means, but it is technically a means that cannot be used if the head does not work as well. in order to organically apply the traps in practice in combat, with appropriate kits in place or pre-installed so that they can be used in accordance with their direction of movement and combat. I can only say that I was cowardly from the standpoint of being attacked, but in a way I could see it as an artistic feat.

Carlos, on the other hand, was much more stubborn and less aggressive than the Holy Hun, even if he was the same cowardly means. Spitting or biting clothes that will not be used in the back alley, breaking the balance, causing dirt, etc., is how a person with strong abilities fights ugly like this. Moreover, what was even more demanding was the fundamentals and the courage to fight so ugly.

"Shame? What shame? It is not the strong who survive, it is the strong who survive. I have no shame in my way of combat. Isn't that how you've proven that the way I fight is the most effective?"

"That's how you're gonna get out, isn't it? No shame at all?"

"That's right. Isn't he a fool?"

Dialogue is also a form of psychological warfare. If this conversation disrupts the Ghost's peace a little, the Winner is more energetic for himself.

"What? I'm going to keep fighting, so come on. If it's unfair, you should try to break it head-on."

Bourg.

'You're stuck.'

He bites his lips slightly and looks at the ghost trembling, and Carlos grips the spear firmly. It's because I expected Sung-hoon to rush like a bull to the Matador soon. However, contrary to his thinking, the ghost began to breathe deeply and slowly. I thought the excitement had subsided, but Carlos, who heard his voice, realized that was not the case.

"You speak very well, unlike what you look like. Yeah, you're right. Where's the timidity? Where's the legitimacy? As a result, only the dead can survive. Right?"

A subtle fury revealed in the voice. However, contrary to his voice, Seong Hoon was smiling with his mouth raised so much that he could see with a mask. I laughed so much that I felt objectionable in reverse.

Argh.

As Sung-hoon moves backwards, Carlos bounces forward with all his might. I didn't know the details, but my instincts warned me not to let it go. However, Carlos, who was about to stab the spear, slowed down dramatically when he saw the ghost's slightly twisted body and the sword holding obliquely.

'It works, too.'

Carlos wasn't as stubborn a fighter as he said. It was clear that Seong Hoon responded definitively to the posture of the Vaginal Chamber without hesitation for one second. Thorough basics, the eagerness to give one arm, a mind that doesn't hesitate to use any means, a sense of combat, talent. He was a very demanding opponent with whom everything was in harmony. But that was always the case when fighting head-on.

After confirming that Sung-hoon was bringing his hands to the waist dance, Carlos immediately transformed the twin spears in both hands back into one spear and cast a deep stab. However, the prick was perfectly blocked by the book, whether it was taken out by the Holy Spirit or not. Rather, as if he was waiting for the prick, he was running away from himself at a terrifying speed, combining his repulsive and leaping forces together.

"Huh?!"

Looking at the dubious fight, the man who had been caught in a tangle rolled his elongated eyeballs tightly into the hands of the Holy Hun. Looking at Carlos, who couldn't understand what he was doing, Sung-hoon said in a cheerful voice, not even thinking about wiping off the blood that was pouring down his jaw.

"There's no shame in his way of combat?"

Kwajik!

Sung-hoon, who had cut off the man's necklace without hesitation, said as he blew his hand at Carlos with his sword in his hand.

"Neither do I. I'm so glad you found something you didn't mean."