How the Villain Lives

55. Lucky Mangem.

Sergey mutters with a bitter laugh, noticing the ghost-like reaction as if narrowing the street a little.

"I told myself I didn't have anyone to follow me with strength, and what I actually do is fight like a bitch. Is that up to you? Are you a man?"

"What time is it? Are you still talking about discrimination between men and women? Not only your body, but your brain is frozen, so you don't realize it's an idea?"

"What, what?"

"And this is a tactical move, not a second one. Even though I don't understand anyone who just runs around like you."

"This guy?!"

They both knew that the conversation they were having was a provocation to excite the other person. However, even if I knew that, I did not mean that I would not go beyond provocation. And in these psychological wars, there was much more force than Sergei in dealing with Seonghun who had been beaten several times.

'It doesn't just provoke you to insult. This kind of sneaky sarcasm makes you even more annoying!'

I seem to have learned something bad, but the provocation just now has begun to make a difference in the battle that was boring.

"Iron body!"

The skin that was exposed outside of his clothes wanted to be bitten with a subtle amount of silver, but Sergey began to rush forward, covering only a fatal minority. He wanted to harden his expression a little, but he stretched out his spear like a lightning bolt and started hitting Sergei's body. However, that response alone was insufficient to stop Sergei.

"It doesn't tickle me with these attacks! That's it? That's it?!"

Even though Sergei has transcendental defenses, he also has transcendental aggression. If I attack with all my might, I could pierce my skin and cut beyond, but I couldn't do that, and I was still repeating myself with spears or spears tilted to the side.

'The essence of the spear is pricking. If you stab him with all your heart power, you'll get an effective hit. But….'

If you don't open the streets with a punch, you inevitably narrow your distance from Sergei. And that's what Sergei was aiming for. It means that if you don't die in a hit, you're definitely preparing a spleen that can reverse the situation.

Two people's thoughts became tangled and began to tangle. To turn this simple ignorant battle into a weapon of strength and stamina, not by mobilizing a high-ranking horde like Mirina or Arben, one needed an anomalous and unthinkable number, not a formal method.

It was like a fighter and a fighter chasing each other and remembering one number first, it was forceful.

"Come!"

"Gap?"

As he twisted the end of the window slightly, Sergei opened his eyes and began digging into the sharp edges. It was a gap created to induce an attack, and Sergei knew it, but it didn't change since he was still fighting this meaningless fight.

"It's too late!"

No matter how provocative you are, if you dig into Rich, that long spear is just a distraction. It was at that point that Sergey came to his senses that he was excited to think that he could catch his body if he stopped the late coming hurricane.

"Light?"

It was meant to provoke, but in fact it was a heavy and terrifying attack that I had never experienced before, and this hooligan was as light as a mosquito sitting there. That was the moment.

Oh, shit!

Something that flew unnecessarily between the eyes sold elsewhere hit the shin. Seen in Sergei's gaze as he grinded his teeth, he took a short dagger from his back and let go of the spear he was holding.

"The helmsman..." "

Quqiqiq! Kwajik!

It was not even comparable to conventional dialysis, which unfolded with the transcendental power of force. It was a dialysis technique that had the power to blow only a snap of the wrist without closing or moving the torso. But the true attack of force has not yet begun.

'Helmets can be restrained everywhere! Thanks to your slight retreat, I was able to catch the best timing and the best range.'

Ting!

The force that kicked up the window that was about to fall to the ground and grabbed it again, shined its eyes and triggered the skill.

Gwang-ryong Ji-ju.

Unique skills built into the Poisonous Dragon Spear!

Of course, even though we had dozens of more powerful skills than this, this Cantonese sprint was the best fit. Because Cantonese sprinting was not a spear stabbing, it was a skill firing a huge energy that marked the shape of a dragon.

"Just this much!"

"Yes. But the look went back, didn't it?"

"Huff?!"

There is no hole in the body, nor is one of the limbs cut off. But Sergei was forced to panic sincerely.

'You floated me?!'

Flip the earth.

Flip the earth with a magical spear on the ground and turn it over!

Sergey, who thought he was going to attack himself, but didn't know how to fly it to the ground, hurriedly tried to pull himself back.

However, the movements that the body could take in floating conditions were extremely limited, and Sergey raised his arms and guarded his face as the clumps of dirt began to shred to the field of view. And at that moment, the blood stems rose.

Kwajik!

I smiled with a strong smile that floated slightly into the air, supporting the spear that penetrated Sergei's abdomen exactly.

'You will never come down to the ground, I will make you a skewer and take care of it!'

Wrestling exerts its power when it is firmly rooted in the ground. If you stab it with the tip of a spear and make it look like a skewer, the wrestler Sergei is perfectly sealed. You can't move even if you want to fight back, and the spear is several times longer than the limb.

He was so confident of his victory that he let go of a little tension. But I should not have forgotten the limits of compulsion. The fact that you're dealing with is not just a handy warrior, it was a top-ranker among many people.

"Khhhhhhhh!"

"Crazy?!"

The only thing Sergei could touch right now was a long spear piercing through his abdomen. Sergei grabbed the spear and started pulling his body forward. I was embarrassed by that horrible obsession and pulled the spear out late in the street, but Sergey had already come close and succeeded in catching the force.

"Hey, can't you let this go?!"

It was like a fist with the sound of a cannonball exploding, but Sergei whispered small words in the ear with an unchanging complexion.

"It was a fun technique. Then it's time to show me my skills, right?"

"Now, wait!"

"Hahaha! I'll give you a splendid skill that suits you!"

One way or another, he tried to flee, but since he was captured, he has now dominated the Sergey Legend, not by force. The moment the world wanted to see something, Donna grinded her teeth, realizing that her face was between Sergei's thighs.

"You son of a bitch! Are you making fun of me?"

"Gee, you really don't know anything about wrestling, do you? Oh, of course it's not wrestling, it's pro wrestling, but..."

He was caught upside down by Sergei and was in close proximity, so no matter how violent he was, there was only the thighs or the lower back where he could be priced. Sergei was not weak enough to fall into a fist without even getting a proper posture.

"Wrestling skills are hard against masters like you, but once you get caught, you'll never get out. There's only one way you're getting out."

Tombstone Piledriver!

"Just die and get out."

Kwaang

At first, Sergei suddenly couldn't figure out why the current around him had jumped so high as to compensate. However, it was only when the leap stopped and caught by the force of gravity and began to fall down again that the forces of force knew the meaning of this technology and were forced to weary of the complexion like this.

'If this happens, the cervical bones will break and die! Oh, no, it's a good thing you sprayed your cervical bones, your head could be shattered!'

"Fuck! Let go of me!"

"Hahaha! It itches! Itchy!!!"

Celiac spinal cord (disorder)

The strong man who noticed that he was using his weight up to the root of the weight to make sure the end was done bites him.

'There is no escape. Then what I can do now..'

Aaaaaah!

Only then did he recall that he was holding the spear without releasing it, even in a turbulent situation, and began to lift his magic power as it was without hesitation.

'People have fallen in fear of getting caught in a fight. All right, don't let go, you son of a bitch!'

Whoo-hoo!

The extremities of the spear begin to burst gray and begin to exude a terrifying energy. It's not magic or inner air, it's something that can only be described purely by the word power.

"Let's die together, you bastard!"

Meteo strike!

A number of strong unlimited splints confirmed by Sung-hoon during the battle with the Old Filipino Party. It is now out of bounds.

Meteo strike.

Rating: Fresh ()

Type: Active

This skill contains the best power that can be different from pure physical power, not porcelain or magic. This skill, which looks like it's falling, has the power to destroy whatever it is.

Casters do not take damage by Meteo Strike.

Depending on the strength of the caster, the range can be adjusted to a minimum radius of 30 m and a maximum of 100 m.

Ignores physical defenses, magical defenses and inflicts absolute damage within the specified range.

Extremely decreases Strength for a certain period of time after casting.

It's the only act that can be accomplished by a force that can acquire dozens, hundreds of skills related to power and choose the profession that best saves that power. Sergei, who didn't know about Meteo Strike, but had instinctively noticed that he was doing something that was not right, had thought about it more than a dozen times at Charlina's moment.

It is as easy as turning your palms upside down to release the restraint and escape from danger. In the end, however, Sergey added even more strength to the arm that was holding the force.

'No matter what you do, my body won't break!'

The moment of Chalna, and the moment when the two of them finally reached the ground, the earth shook so definitively that everyone on the battlefield could feel it.