Limit Breaker

The house of Magnus was still a property of Magnus, though it was pushed away because it was preferable to rebuild it rather than repair it.

There's no one coming or going.

There were two men fighting with wooden swords.

"Hahahaha!"

After several hours of healing, Magnus took off his bio nanosuit and wore a light training suit, swinging his wooden sword at the god of the Southern Palace, who had changed his skeleton to look different from his usual face.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

"Cough!"

Without using the inner air, the god who swings a wooden sword with the skill of a trained martial artist and with speed prevented Magnus from attacking, pierces Magnus' abdomen slightly with the tip of the wooden sword.

"I know you're eager to attack quickly, but it only works on those with lower abilities than you." It doesn't work if you're stronger than yourself, or if you've learned martial arts properly. "

God held on to the abdomen and began to explain to Magnus, who was in agony, and Magnus focused more enthusiastically on listening to the pain and anger he had suffered.

"What matters is the basics. Because you lack the fundamentals to a sword, rather than attacking it quickly and vigorously, you must first learn how to balance out and attack it stably. So..."

He then approached Magnus and taught him how to grasp the handle of the sword, how to focus the wrist force efficiently when swinging, and how to distribute the force when defending.

Magnus quickly learned the basics of what God said, rather than stimulating his brain by the pain of his incoming stomach.

He had the will to fight in the first place, and his mind was good, so he had to learn quickly, but some of Magnus's skills with the sword were not so bad.

Disposing of a company and a mansion can be a choice to just give up under the worst circumstances, but training as a sweater by a strong man like the god of the South Palace is not always possible.

That's why Magnus invested more of his time in training with God.

God also thoughtfully taught Magnus everything he could teach him because he thought he would be in trouble if he was easily defeated.

Of course, even though I've learned football or fighting, I've never learned a sword, and I've never caught one, so I have to tell you the basics first.

Twitch-

At that moment, the god who had taught me from the ground frowned and began to live in the eyes as a child.

"Gunho...?"

"Magnus, get your suits on. Take your time."

"… got it."

Realizing the seriousness of the situation in the voice of God, Magnus put on his well-kept bio-nano-suits on one side rather than doing silly things around him, then approached God as if he were training again with a wooden sword.

"Suck!!"

As with another exercise, God threw his wooden sword forcefully into the air in a surprise.

Tupa Papa--!!

The wooden sword, which was about 30 meters shot, suddenly broke and burst like a Kramore. The wooden sword itself was filled with power and exploded inside the wooden sword.

Pufferpuck!

However, the debris hits the invisible membrane and falls out.

"!!"

Magnus shrugs his sword, dumbfounded, and stares at the direction God attacked. Wooden swords don't do much good in high-level combat, but they give more stability than nothing in their hands.

Jiing -

In the image of the god of the South Palace, who had once discovered their hideout, they revealed what they thought was meaningless when they hid themselves no longer.

They were binary males with similar looks and blond and brown hair, respectively.

Moreover, they were all wearing comfortable work clothes, which were clearly costumes to follow behind when the Southern Palace gods and Magnus moved elsewhere.

"H-how...?!"

Magnus was puzzled as if he didn't understand how he hid himself when he did not see any special devices or machines that could hide his appearance other than simple work clothes, and God replied instead to him.

"I bend light with my mind. You can't do that with the kind of control and ability you have."

In other words, one of those two men is a brilliant mind driver.

"I noticed."

"I was frankly surprised. I can't believe you felt our wits about this far away."

The two of them were very relaxed even though their hideouts were discovered.

No, I can't afford to be relaxed. Should I tell her I'm doing other things like talking about other people's work?

"You've been hiding near this mansion from the start. Yeah, around a tree about 50 yards from the front door, to be exact."

"!!"

However, when God told them exactly where they were hiding, their relaxed expressions crumpled.

"You... you knew all along?"

"Of course."

God let go of the stiff muscles by bending his neck to the left and to the right, and gently rotated both wrists, showing a light relaxing posture.

"I didn't have a place to train anyway, so I was just looking after it for a while. Or would you have left those idiots out there acting like you're novices?"

Cack-

Two-man bruises his teeth as the voice of God, who says he was doing them a favor, was applied to his chin.

"My brother says it's a bad habit. If you change your teeth like that when you're young, you'll grow old and suffer a lot later."

When I went with Jinwoo, the god who had an incredibly elevated tone of sarcasm made fun of them.

"Well, I'll take care of it anyway, so it doesn't matter what kind of teeth you have now."

"Ha! Deal? How dare you?"

"Fuck you, yellow monkey!"

The two of them scattered their lives on God's provocation, whether their personality wasn't suited for infiltration or tailing in the first place.

"A yellow monkey named Jinwoo flew without knowing the theme, and the same move. I'll make you yellow monkeys feel like you exist to be ruled by a white man!"

'I knew the target was you.'

As an agent of the government, he speaks in a vulgar and racist manner.

Of course, there was no law that said government agents were not racists, but they were confident that they were not government agents, because they did not see a peculiar resection.

However, when God realized that their goal was to thrive from the beginning, he decided to keep one alive enough to raise his spirits and tell them to flee towards Magnus.

"Bastards...!"

Magnus is spreading a lifelike glance at unidentified intruders and is poised to kill them immediately.

"I don't know who you are or who's behind you, but at least I'm glad to know you're innocent bastards."

With extreme hatred for racists, Magnus made his determination to tear down those who called them 'yellow monkeys' towards his savior, Jin Woo, who fulfilled his dream.

"Hehe! I'll make you feel the gap in your skills!" '

'Let's play with it as much as we can.'

Two-man men smiled as they conveyed each other's eyes.

They were confident in their abilities.

They are all replicating humans born with Saladin's genes, and have grown rapidly through special techniques through the injection of white supremacism and various basic common sense.

In addition, they all had a cruel personality, because if they were unwilling to put in a good personality and kill the enemy, they would have a problem.

Those who are loyal to the brainwashing of the Rothschild family are all rank 10 talents, and poisons that can be cruel for the future of the Rothschild family…….

Wh-

Boom!

"Huh…?"

Immediately, the image of God appeared behind a man with brown hair and punched his temples with his fists.

What happened so quickly was that the mute two-faced men tried to make a quick distance, but only the blonde haired man fled and the brown-haired man spilled a crimson nose and knelt helplessly.

"Th-this... Well……."

Grass...

A brunette-haired man with a body enhancement grade of 10 muttered as if he didn't understand the situation, then fell down and became motionless again.

Dead.

"W-what...!?"

The blonde man who opened the street by moving quickly with his mind, was embarrassed by the death of a colleague who could be called a brother.

And, God made it simple for him to solve that question.

"It's my weight."

"I... what?"

"Strong armor of the opponent, this move can cause strong vibrations on the inside of the skin with the power of the air. He's got a concussion and a broken brain."

The blonde man had no idea what God was talking about.

My weight? What the hell was that all about?

No, what's even more frightening is that a colleague of mine, a grade 10 physical enhancer, died with little resistance.

It's perfectly natural, in a way.

Becoming a Grade 11 physical enhancer, Jiwoo needed enough opponents to get the most out of his strength, and the only one who could meet his expectations was the Southern Palace God.

In other words, the god of the South Palace has gained a lot of experience as the only rival to Jinwoo, a grade 11 physical enhancer, and has grown one more time during a life-and-death battle with this weapon.

A god who can compete equally with Jinwoo wins with a Grade 10 physical enhancement, and there is no classic for a careless opponent.

"Die!"

The mind-bender instinctively thinks he should use all his strength to kill.

It's because I've never been simple enough to extract information and afford to do things like that.

Kuc!!

He said he would block even the avoidable space, and when he pushed down the area of the elementary school grounds with his mind, his strength only went deep into the crazy range of land.

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-!"

You may think it's awkward to just bluff once, but it was such a powerful attack that even a physical strengthener or motivator couldn't resist.

However, the god of the South Palace is kind enough to almost face the desperate attack of the enemy like Jinwoo (?).

"Are you done?"

"!!"

A familiar voice coming from behind him.

Tut-!!

"Grrrgh!"

At the same time, the hand of God hit him with his flank, and one side burst and began to drop blood and visceral debris.

You can burst your whole body if you want to, but you deliberately attacked them to stay alive to confirm their identity.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!!"

A blonde man on his knees and in agony as his flank explodes.

"Overwhelming...."

Magnus once again realizes how powerful God is, with a deity that he does not need to help, but simply dealt with with with with with overwhelming power.

"Tell me about your back. Tell me, and I'll kill you painlessly."

Although God said so, he expected the opposing team to resist, so he prepared to feel the twisting pain of the bones of his entire body through the pectoralis muscle.

"Khh... khh-heh-heh...!"

In the image of a god who simply overwhelmed himself, the blonde man who was certain of his death began to laugh madly.

One might think he's mad with fear of death, but his eyes are still alive.

"Speaking of the background...? If you find out who's behind us, will you be able to keep your distance?"

Qajik!!

"Shhhhh!!"

God crushes the bones with an ankle like it bothers a man's feet, and the man gives himself an ankle that bends easily in a direction that should not be broken and is in pain.

"Whether I'm relaxed or frightened, that's when I find out who's behind you. Tell me. There's no" kindness "next time."

After crushing a man's ankle, God said, "A kind way," and he came to me again, saying, "Behind the scenes of men."

Most of the time, he tries to put up with it in a way that he doesn't want to tell the rest of his story, but the man giggles in pain and reveals his background.

"Khh... khh... khh...! It's the Rothschild family...!"

"Rothschild!?"

Knowing the back of his words, Magnus whitens his eyes.

"Kick-kick……! Funny... Actually... May I tell you something else...!? The Rothschild family... has Saladin's genes...! A legion of elites... full of... talents of grade 10... is still being built...!"

"W-what…!?"

In the past, replicated humans made from Saladin's own infamous gene as a class 10 hybrid are being produced with a grade 10 duality!?

"No matter how strong you are...! Do you think you'll be able to... look down like that... when you report an elite army of ten talents?" "

God kept his mouth shut, and the blonde man thought he was scared and vomited an even brighter smile.

"Yes! You are... the Rothschild family that controls the world's economy!" Our death... will bring you down... with a mighty Grade 10 Talent... with Saladin's genes! Kuhahahahaha!! "

Now you can feel like shit about who you're messing with.

The blonde man just wanted to enjoy the frustration and anxiety of the god who was looking down on him.

"I see. Anything else?"

"… eh…?"

God looks only at the reaction that he has good information while pouting his head.

"Ha-ha-ha…! I see...! You... you don't believe me...? That way... I can escape...!"

"No, I believe you."

"!?"

"The Rothschild family is building a class 10 powerhouse out of Saladin's genes……. Unexpected obstacles in unexpected places."

Despite the desperate situation in which an elite squad of 10th graders were aiming at themselves, they muttered as if they were staring blankly at each other.

"I made more money than I thought, so I'll kill you. Don't worry, the Rothschild and Salahadin clones will be right behind you."

"F-crazy bastard! Don't you know what you're talking about? Cough! Cough! Cough!"

The blonde man screams out of excitement behind his back, suffering from a wound on his flank, but the gods leave his feet on his glabellar.

"Bring down the Rosschild family." "

"You're... crazy...!"

Who in the world would dare say such a thing about tearing down the Rosschild family?

If someone else had said that, the Rosschild family would have felt the rattling of the sunchick, but the blonde man could have seen and understood the intense light of certainty in the eyes of God.

'This one... has a relaxed and confident eye that he can really bring down the Rosschild family...' '

Dangerous.

A man whose loyalty to the Rothschild family was engraved on a cell-by-cell basis arose a desire not to die late.

'No...! We have to tell the family! We have to tell the family that this guy is really dangerous...!'

"Thank you for the good information. Then I'll let you go painlessly, as promised."

"W...!"

Pu-suk!!

He tried to say something, but God put his foot into it and simply smashed the man's head.

"… the Rosschild family……."

Magnus was futile, but intuitively feeling that the man had told the truth with the intent to bring despair to them.

Burr--

Magnus was terrified to think a class 10 powerhouse was after him.

"Tsk. This will bother me for a while."

God mutters as if he's bothered by unexpected flying flies.

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After finishing this weapon assistant, the story will go on for a long time.

By the way, I was expecting more than 20,000 sailors to climb, but the sailors are going up at the same speed as usual.

Let's not do this.

How much more pressure are you willing to put on me?