Limit Breaker

As Magnus decreases the numbers as he draws the attention of planet predators, Aaron kills the pilot and approaches the Necromancer party.

"I don't know what it is, but the Necromancer has the ability to summon the corpse himself. In other words, it means that you can't easily summon numbers if you only withstand Necromancers. '

…

"Gruuh--"

He quickly moves along the walls and walls of the building, like Pacur, quietly chewing his anger as he looks down at the people who are being controlled by the Necromancer as they become zombies.

This is worse than murder.

Killing a person is hard to forgive, but controlling the dead to your will is like the worst evil that corrupts human dignity.

In particular, even in the United States, where individual rights are strong, you can never use the corpse of the deceased without the permission of your family, and Aaron, who grew up with such values, the evil of the Necromancer, could only be seen as the equivalent of the removal of the Three Taipei.

Once Necromancer couldn't find him, Aaron approached the building as carefully as he could, reaching the roof of the building within 30 meters.

Ordinary human combat is too far away for a surprise melee attack, but if it's a Grade 8 physical enhancement, it can reach 30 meters in about 2 seconds.

However, the opponent is also not usually a competent person, so we should attack them with a little closer.

Most of the building's rooftops have chins that climb up to the waist, no matter how low they are so that people don't fall. Aaron hides behind the chin and sticks his head out and sees the Necromancers.

A young Asian woman who is proactive in the front and escorted by others.

and an Asian woman, covered in red muscles all over her body, who looks like she put muscles in non-human beings.

Finally…….

"!!"

Aaron looks at the muscular old man escorting the Necromancer and quickly bows down, surprised and surprised.

'Wh-what is this…!?'

It was the first time I had experienced it as Aaron.

I just confirmed the existence of the other person, but the existence itself made me feel crisis.

He basically wanted to succeed as a fighter, but the reality was not so great that sometimes he had to go behind the scenes to eat and live.

There were those who had killed a few people, and the famous Billon who had killed tens and hundreds of civilians from afar.

However, the old man who stood beside the Necromancer was of a different dimension than those of the villains.

Live like you were born to kill people from the start.

Villenne, who took an enormous bounty on her head, chewed lightly.

Moreover, I feel the strength of the Master all over me.

Yes, it is.

Other than Kim Gun-ho, there was another master of martial arts.

It kills people, too.

However, Aaron was able to feel the sheer warmth of his ritual, rather than the appearance of Azura.

I want to fight.

I want to fight him.

I want to bleed to death.

If you fight that old man for his life, you can take a few steps towards the master.

His desire to be a magician began to drive out his anger as a human being.

'Moreover, as long as the old man is there, no matter how hard he hits and falls, he cannot interfere with the Necromancer. Then why don't I deal with the old man and let the other meta-humans attack the Necromancers?'

As Aaron self-rationalized, he flew his tongue and raised himself above the hidden chin…….

"How do you do?"

"!!"

As soon as I woke up, I could see my ugly face, no matter how gentle it was.

In addition, the old man with the ugly scar on one side of his head jumped like Aaron was flying away in a direction where he was hiding, and lightly greeted him as he met him.

"Farewell."

50332; ex-!

A noise similar to that of a fighter flying at Maha's speed emanates from the old man's fist and is shot out toward Aaron's face.

Aaron intuitively thought his arm was broken when he blocked it, but quickly got into position, pushed his fist up with the back of his hand and rotated his body wide.

He used the principle of competence to send a powerful force that cannot be stopped or avoided.

Kuang!!

"Hoho?"

By no means did this young martial artist strike the ground with his fist, Azura, who never imagined that he would be able to take his attack using the principle of competent force.

"You're quite talented. But it's not perfect."

"Huff...!"

According to Asura.

The carpal bone is fractured and dislocated due to the incomplete absorption.

Aaron clasps his wrist bones, grumbling and forcefully snapping them together, and the sound of unwanted bones echoes through his' thump '.

Wook-wook-wook.

Forcibly wedged wrist bones complain of pain, but Aaron stares at Asura in a posture.

If you just sold your mind elsewhere because your wrist bone is hurting, your body will be torn off.

"I didn't expect such a skilled martial artist to exist except for the brute force. Well, it doesn't matter."

Uzizizi-

Asura lowers her lower back, slightly spreading her legs, and cracks start to appear on the ground around his feet.

As a physical strengthener, anyone can do it simply in a form of strength, but Asura posed naturally, applying enough force to crack the floor.

That is, it is not a gesture for bragging, but it is the most basic pose for him.

"Kohath!"

Boom!

The user intuitively feels unable to lightly overwhelm the target, and hurls out a stunning shot to make it a lump of meat.

"Even if you have talent, you little brat! I'll take care of it in no time!"

He smashes Aaron's head with a straight punch full of power.

"Die!"

Asura's fist was the most lively fist he had ever seen.

A punch with the speed, destructiveness, and life force to kill people most efficiently was truly the most perfect killing weapon in the world.

If you're a weak person, you clearly have the presence of a heart attack at the sight of a fist wielding the power to kill someone.

Heehee...

Somehow a smile was raised from Aaron's mouth.

At the same time, Aaron flew his arm upward toward his face, bent his knee, lowered his lower back, and shot the center of gravity forward, stabbing Azura's abdomen with his elbow.

The heart of the eight pole that strikes the opponent with the elbow.

Puck!

"!!"

Asura frowns on her forehead in an impressive elbow strike that pierces her abdomen, using it up to the center of gravity.

"How dare you!"

I confirmed that my opponent is learning the right to play the pole, but in return, Azura, who was humiliated that he was hit by an arrogant child, stepped on Aaron's image of wanting to strike again with an extra punch in the mood.

Qajik!

In addition to the Ocean Circle, the majority of Chinese martial arts have lower body accounts for more than 50% of their power.

In other words, if you get rid of the right place, many Chinese martial arts will lose their power.

Of course, a true master would apply to maximize his power in that situation, but it was hard to believe that a young Western artist who appeared to be only in his 20s had that kind of perspective and experience.

Whiplash-

"Die!"

Asura straightens up with her elbows to break Aaron's crooked face when the ground collapses as she expects….

Bang, bang!

"!?"

At that moment, Aaron strangely clasped his hands on the back of Azura's neck, forcefully pressing down his back neck.

And then the next knee stroke.

Neckwrestling, which grabs and stirs the back of the opponent's neck, and Muay Thai, which attacks the opponent's face with its knees.

It's not the eighth pole!? '

Asura is embarrassed by Aaron's attack on his face, brutally kicking him in the back of his neck.

Even so, he saw himself as an enemy, because he thought he was a master of the eight poles, because the spirit that was inserted into him was so perfect.

Puck!

"Hehe!"

The deprived Azura groans painfully while being attacked in the face on Aaron's knees, and Aaron continues to neck wrestle and kicks him back and forth to the face of Azura.

"This guy!"

Azura swings his fist at Aaron's trunk, holding his back neck, and Aaron, who had already foreseen this situation, grabs Azura's arm with his two necklining hands, jumps straight into Azura's body and puts his legs into it and walks on an amber.

From the armpit to Muay Thai to Muay Thai, Aaron's attack flows naturally as if these moves were a martial art, and his expression is painful as he exerts power to break his elbow.

The world of martial arts can only be narrowed down by a few levels if the elites who know how to focus their power accurately fight for strength versus strength.

Aaron was trained and skilled enough to bend even the strongest of the three body strengths, and Asura was dragged around without being able to cope with Aaron's shifting momentum due to the power of the eight poles, Muay Thai, and the number of weeks.

"Kahaya!"

The rooftop lacking this narrow, edible space was a charming place for Asura as well, jumping off the rooftop and swinging her arm up and down significantly.

Aaron, who thought his head would be crushed by Azura's super-strength if he didn't let go, quickly unshackles the amber and kicks him out with his feet.

"Gruuh---"

"Grumg--"

The roar of the zombies echoes around you, but no one approaches Aaron.

Asura explained to Doyun that she would deal with intruders approaching them directly, so she ordered the zombies to move in a different direction as soon as she heard the noise.

"Huuuh-- huuuh--"

If this were an ordinary nonconfrontation, a ferocious and cruel master would have spewed out his anger while being struck by a young and eloquent master, but he calmed himself down with deep breaths despite the weight of life itself being another beast several times.

"Amazing. I can't believe you've completed so many martial arts at such a high level."

Once he calmed his anger, he admired Aaron's skills first.

Despite being a young man in his 20s, the use of these martial arts perfectly, such as the Eighth pole, Muay Thai, Jujitsu, and even the application level was impossible with ordinary talents.

'Tsk. I wish I'd turned you on.'

However, Aaron was more comfortable racing to kill himself because Azura was even more excited.

It is because there are many holes to stab, even if the master is very excited.

Asura's expression intensifies, leaving her mind to deal with her enemies as quickly as she did just now.

"Huh-huh-huh... The world is wide. There are two real martial artists like me."

Two? '

One was talking about himself, and the other was curious about who the martial artist was, but he was not in a good situation to talk to Asura.

"But you're still an incomplete magician. The moves are too clean."

"Th-this is horrible...?"

Aaron frowns, not understanding what he's saying.

"Surely you've learned other martial arts than the three martial arts I just showed you. But it's all sportsmanship. In other words, your fist is only used to defeat your opponent."

Clean? Only to defeat?

"What the hell are you saying... …."

The moment Aaron tries to question what he doesn't understand, a life of immense concentration erupts from his body.

"Huff...!"

The body becomes heavier as if the sticky swamp were pulling on the bridge.

"Let me show you the difference between your fist and mine."

Asura can protrude forward with her legs spread out and lower her lower back, or she can be attacked from both directions.

A bodybuilder who looks like he doesn't know martial arts but is full of foam, but Aaron felt an unusual energy in him.

"Let's go, then."

Asura speeds away, hurling her feet at Aaron.

He then used the high key to swing the punch.

I was preparing to defend myself against Asura's attacks, just in case.

'!?'

You see a crushed vision with both arms blocking your face touching Asura's fist.

"Ugh!"

Aaron unwittingly takes a large step back, and Asura sees Aaron's uselessly large evasive maneuvers and rushes as quickly as he can, striking his shoulders as if he were an Inflator boxer, closing in on each other to hear each other breathing.

At the same time, he sees a vision of his torso exploding.

"Huff!"

He then tries to attack his abdomen with his fist swinging, and Aaron once again panics and opens the streets with power.

'Wh-what is this…!?'

"Fists."

Aaron, who had not sweated so far, was embarrassed with cold sweat, and Azura opened his mouth to Aaron like that.

"I'm not swinging at you to defeat your opponent."

He steps forward slowly and defenselessly, but Aaron steps back without even knowing it.

"Clearly, you need to put a heavy pin in the opponent's head with this attack."

Asura takes a small breath and resumes speaking again.

"I practiced martial arts by turning my life stained with hatred and vengeance into a fist, but you only learned sportsmanship to defeat your opponent."

Suddenly, the relaxed face of Azura distorts like the ashes of a Buddhist myth.

"With such a fist, I can't defeat my lifelong hatred!!"

"Grrrgh!"

"From ancient times martial arts has been developed to efficiently kill enemies with weapons with their bare hands! How dare a martial artist come at me with his fists in a fixed ring!!"

Each of Asura's fists, which had lived in vengeance and hatred all her life, was prepared to kill the other, but Aaron did not live the life of death and 365 days together.

A martial artist who knows how to kill with his fists and a martial artist who doesn't.

I just learned to punch an opponent, and for Aaron who was so trained, Azura was the first of its kind.

That if I don't kill the enemy, I'll die. A martial artist with the desperation of being chased by someone in his fist.

Aaron began to catch his breath as if he had never been overwhelmed by such overwhelming life.

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There was a contemporary novel in which the protagonist entered the entertainment industry.

And I looked at those novels, and I thought, well, maybe this is really where the entertainment industry is, so I figured out how to look at the status of the entertainment industry.

And the answer was, "Let's do the extras! '.

Because the truth of any workplace is always revealed at the bottom.

I thought, well, if you do well, you can use it as a novel setting, and you can make money, so it's trillions and trillions.

I prefer to jump right in and experience it, because it's better than doing a desk job on any issue.

So, from that experience, if you're interested in doing extras, let me give you some advice.

Don't do it.

I'm not kidding. Don't do it.

There's no treatment for workers. There's no human rights. I've been doing extra work for almost a day, and the money sucks.

Especially because I know it's a soap opera, and it's a gathering of extra-level people.

Actors come together to take pictures, extras can't see an actor's face and drink without water in the sun. Blah?

All the extras that move when actors appear are veterans or professionally trained extras. There's no room for them there.

You know that drama where the doctor time-slipped into the Joseon Dynasty? An original Japanese cartoon drama.

I went there with an extra, and there was a foreign extra right next to it.

But for the extraterrestrials, it made corn beard tea very cool, and we didn't even give it water.

At that time, not only me, but the rest of the extras want to drink that fucking cornfield tea, and they don't want to give me water. No, I gave it to him, but some people are thirsty, and he gave me some really shitty frozen bottles.

He went to the convenience store after he finished his extras, and he bought two of his motherfucking corn beards and drank them as if they were very hostile.

I chewed up a little liquid.

Where I went was bad luck? [nonsense response]

All the extras are.

They don't have any real extra people, so they're gonna have to work hard. You said you had a lot of people to do without you.

So don't do the extras, and stop anyone who wants to do it. It's hard to go there and come back.