Legend

Stone thrown by a woman in makeup like a clown.

That, Ray plays, chops rips, chops off using Death Size and Dusk Spears without any particular difficulty.

The juggling the woman was doing with the stone was a very stunning one.

That's not how amazing it would have been if I had seen it as a street art doing it on the street, not as an aside from the organization behind the clown, applauding and handing over a few pieces of silver coins.

But Hate and this isn't the street, and Ray isn't here to see the street art either.

Now it's between the man in the back tissue and the intruder who came to crush the tissue behind it.

Beyond that, no matter how brilliant the woman's juggling was, she wasn't going to imitate it to be blinded.

"Let's start with a little hand check!

With that said, Ray throws a spear of dusk, not to mention revenge thrown at the stone he was using in the juggling.

But the woman dodges a dusk spear attack with flutters and other bodily matters, as if she had been reading such an attack of Ray.

Glimpsing a spear pierced against the wall, the woman, still unable to read her expression with makeup, opens her mouth tilting her little neck.

"Do I not have to put that spear back on hand? Or are you after my gap?

It is not particularly surprising to Ray that the dusk spear's ability is known.

Originally Ray uses a lot of dusk spears.

Many have seen this ability because it is convenient.

Even with regard to the destruction of the tissue behind this one, Ray uses the spear of dusk considerably.

Think of it, it's not strange that a woman knows what a spear of dusk is capable of.

Ray opens his mouth as he puts the spear of dusk back on hand.

"So, what are you going to do now? You don't think you can do anything about me with that stone just now, do you?

"Right. So... let me use these means."

With that said, the woman takes a chunk of black metal out of her clothes.

As for size, it's only about half the stone a woman used in juggling until earlier.

Round...... yes, a woman juggling a piece of metal that deserves to be called a sphere again.

When I saw the sphere of metal, Ray was also just a little surprised.

But if you tell me, it only helped to surprise Ray.

It was obvious that the sphere was a woman's weapon, but that's why just throwing it isn't much different from the stone earlier.

(No, considering it's smaller than a stone, isn't that Ning Luo's failure?

Ray looks at the woman juggling, while having such doubts.

And the woman throws a sphere of metal, as if Ray had anticipated such a doubt.

Naturally, Ray alerts the sphere of metal brought out by the woman in this state and dodges it instead of intercepting it...

"Huh!? Chi!"

The moment Ray dodges, a man in makeup strikes, mimicking a monkey suddenly emerging from the ceiling.

It didn't just hit me, it hit me on a blanco.

Why is that coming from the ceiling? And I doubt it, Ray, but it's more than definitely attacked me that way. I'd rather deal with that than think about it.

While riding a blanco, is this also imitating a monkey, with sharp nails stretched out of his fingertips?

Instead of hook claws formed by magic, which can be produced by the armor used by Vihella, they are equipped with sharp and pointed claws as claws directly on their own claws.

A claw that is equipped directly on one's finger, not a hook nail, means that it is more liberal than the hook nail used by Vihela.

On the other hand, it's more than just a claw after all, even shorter than a hook claw in between compared to a weapon such as a long sword or a spear.

For a minute like now, when you suddenly show up from a hidden situation and make an ambush, I guess there's nothing wrong with a short time... but for Ray, who has just the ability to deal with it, it wasn't hard to avoid an attack on the dude.

Still, I couldn't detect the signs, so I couldn't fight back.

Either way, when you look at the ceiling avoiding the obviously out of common sense existential attack: Blanco, which is stretching from the ceiling...

"What?"

Until a moment ago, there should have been a blanco on there with a man in makeup imitating a monkey, but nothing exists when you look at the ceiling.

Sometimes you can't feel the signs, and maybe the sight you saw was a dream? And I think that way too...... right now, I can't afford to be thinking in that situation.

"I don't know where you're looking, but can I take a look around?

With that word, the metal sphere is thrown toward Ray again.

From the word "where are you looking at the woman," wasn't it still some kind of hallucination that I saw? I was Ray with the thought for a moment, but before I could do anything about the idea, I now needed to deal with the metal sphere that the woman would throw at me first.

Ray dodging a woman's thrown metal sphere.

... that metal sphere hits the wall.

Ray would have been convinced of the way things were going if things were going to plunge into the wall or bounce back and fall to the ground.

However... the metal sphere thrown by the woman pierced the wall in the next moment.

That's what I can still convince you if you destroyed the wall and pierced it.

But the bullet through the wall, that's what puts the hole in the wall about the same as the metal sphere, leaving no other destruction, piercing the wall.

The attack is obviously a strange power.

Ray opens his mouth as he sets up a Death Size and Twilight Spear, while also being alert to his opponent, who was attacked on an earlier blanco.

"The secret of ridiculous power is that metal sphere?

"Well, I wonder. Maybe it's my pure technology, maybe it's because of this building, right?

"... building, or"

The woman's words were rays with the thought of maybe, but I can hear her slashing and tearing the air again, as if to disturb Ray's thoughts like that.

"You think the same attack will make it through!?

The person coming at me...... waving a death size at the small person wearing monkey makeup.

A Death Size blow cannot be avoided just by the opponent on Blanco.

That's what I thought, Ray, but the clown jumps from the sitting blanco, just before cutting the blanco off.

I was surprised by that, too, Ray, but the reason I was so much more surprised than that was because even Death Size needed more strength than I thought to cut a blanco string.

The string connected to the blanco is quite thick, but still only to such an extent that it can be easily gripped with one hand if you are an adult.

If so, why on earth would you have so much trouble cutting it?

That's the hardest thing I've ever had to do to disconnect.

But just as surprised that Ray had difficulty cutting Bronco's rope... no, more than that, the woman with the metal sphere in her hand with the man who was wearing makeup mimicking the monkey on Bronco.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe you cut that string so easily."

"... is it some special string? Well, I struggled that far to cut it, so I thought it wasn't a normal string."

"That's right. It's a substitute for a virgin's hair made with a magical treatment. That's why sturdiness comes with origami."

……

The man stares at Ray in an awesome shape, back to back with a woman who explains in an awkward way.

That's the kind of strength gaze that would definitely be killing people if they could kill them with their gaze.

Ray could just understand why he was seen with such a gaze... etc.

For this man, Blanco must have been a very important thing.

Nevertheless, it was only natural that Ray had dealt with that attack because he had used it to attack Ray.

(I mean, if it's that important, don't avoid my attacks. 'Cause that's what killed him)

It was Ray giving back his gaze to the man with a shudder, but if he tried to be a man, he never would have thought that Bronco would be destroyed.

Because that's what I meant when I thought about the woman's words, and how much resistance I felt when I actually tried to slash her in the death size.

"It seemed like a lot of valuable stuff, but it was you who attacked me. More than that, we also need to fight back.... So what do we do? Do we keep fighting like this?

With that said, Ray doesn't think his opponent will stop the fight with this.

In the first place, Ray came here to crush an organization called this clown.

Beyond that, those who belong to the organization are also basically going to kill them.

Unless, as in Ninash's time, you're going to have some kind of deal with me, but I haven't seen anything like that.

"Right. Something that is troubling when tissue is crushed.... So I know it's pathetic for Ray, but please die here!

With that word, a woman throwing a metal sphere.

That, too, is more than one metal sphere this time.

That's not the only attack unleashed against Ray.

A man on a blanco jumps quickly and kicks at the wall, slashing and ripping Ray with his nails in a triangle jumping procedure and hitting him.

While dodging the metal sphere, it's quick...... that's what he tries to shake the death size at the counter to a man who hits him with a motion that looks like he mimicked a monkey to his motor abilities...... but the minute the sound of slashing and tearing the air hits his ear slightly, Ray shakes the death size toward the sound as he dodges the attack of a man mimicking a monkey.

"Geez!"

It wasn't Ray... who screamed along with the tall metal noise, but the man who was wearing makeup mimicking the monkey.

He played a dagger thrown at Death Size and poked it behind his back with a spear of dusk as he moved.

It was more of a blow with a stone poke, not a tip, than it was an aggressive act, but the man in makeup imitating the monkey is small and does not wear any particular kind of protective equipment to maximize the agility of the movement.

Most likely, the woman throwing the metal sphere doesn't wear protective gear either, so maybe that's her style as a clown.

Thanks to this, Ray's unleashed dusk spear strike could easily poke his opponent's dovetail, breaking his ribs and releasing a blow that was only blown away by Ray's force.

I didn't kill him with my current blow, but at least it won't be possible to count him as a force in this fight.

"If you think you've defeated one, you're alone again. … to be precise, before you defeat one person, you will be alone again."

"Huh! You deserve credit for dodging my dagger. My dagger, like the wind!

Fusari, and.

A man says as he scratches up his hair that reaches to his shoulders.

The man covering half his face with a clown-like mask, but even if it was half his face he was visible, he deserved to be regarded as sufficiently beautiful.

I guess the man also has a sense of his face in order.

That's why I'm doing some tricks like this.

Still, Ray doesn't do anything to insult the man in front of him.

In fact, the dagger I've thrown earlier is quite fast, because I decided that sometimes a man just boasts of his strength.

At the same time, being a member of a clown almost certainly means standing up.

"Is it a disease? It was a very slow dagger for that...... dude!

Kin. Metal sound running around again.

The moment Ray said it was too late, the dagger was thrown again.

Ray playing it.

But the woman with the metal sphere isn't trying to shut up about those two exchanges either.

The moment Ray plays the dagger, the metal sphere is thrown.

Metal spheres that are powerful enough to penetrate rather than plunge into walls or destroy them.

Such a metal sphere... Still, if you hang on the dusk spear and death size that Ray wields, it's easy to play.

On the contrary, it was even possible to adjust the direction of play and fly to the man.

"Huh! Don't aim at me... don't do it. That's my enemy. But I can't lose!

Playing means slowing down compared to when it's thrown, naturally.

So it's not hard for a dagger man to dodge the metal sphere that Ray played, either,

(Nevertheless, I wish they would attack me at the same time anyway. That makes it hard for me to deal with it, too.... Why does every single one of them come out like this? Could this be because you're a clown, too?

Clown...... do you bother coming out one person at a time because you are a street performer?

That's what I thought, Ray, but do we bother to imitate our own organization when it's being attacked? Question...... waving a death size at a woman, not if you're thinking about that now.

Flying slaughter!

The slash flew from the Death Size, as if to poke a gap in the metal sphere to be thrown.