Reincarnation Monarch

Shoo-hoo.

The breath leaking out of Romus' mouth finally broke.

Moments later, Romus lowered the hips he was dropping further to his limit to build up his strength, then kicked the earth hard with both legs and jumped forward at a fearful rate.

Its appearance was still like when a fierce beast hunted for its prey, and Chester instantly abandoned the option of receiving it with his sword for its awesomeness, quickly jumping back (soothing) toward the right lateral direction without getting a haircut.

But Roms' leap speed was tremendous, and Chester was left elbow deeply jerked without being able to completely flinch.

(... not good... I can't help my left hand...)

Shester initially tried to disguise Romus as weak and calm, but gradually he couldn't stand the pain of his injuries and the paralysis that accompanied them, finally in a very dangerous state of hanging his left hand slowly off the sword towards the ground.

"Knock it off... I don't know. There still didn't seem to be any trump cards. You're such a lousy liar."

Romus dropped his hips twelve minutes again, spilling a brutal grin, and went in to prepare for a stubborn assault.

Shester caught a glimpse of his left hand bleeding hard, while placing his sword in the middle with one of his right hands to prepare for Romus' attack.

"Hmm! One hand won't take my attack."

Shester responded calmly to Romus' words as if he were grinning.

"Hmm. If you don't try that, you know what I mean?

"... Hmm. Are you still clear?

"Try to see if it's clear..."

"Interesting...... then let me do that!

Romus once again made a tremendous leap and rushed to Shester.

Shester then behaved unexpectedly.

All of a sudden, he pushed his left hand forward with a lot of momentum.

Then a large amount of blood, which was red and wet on the tip of his left hand, spurted forwards in momentum and instantly dyed red the face of Romus as it struck.

And a few drops of it dived into his eyes, and in an instant Romus was deprived of his sight.

Romus suddenly panicked, stopping the ramp and standing on the spot for a few moments.

But soon he realized the stupidity, and rushed to the left lateral direction to escape the difficulty, but Shester could not forgive it, and Romus was stabbed through his right shoulder with nothing.

As a result, Romus was unable to escape due to the leap, and collapsed from his knee on the spot.

"Damn!... Grr!... Guuuuuuuuuu! ……

Romus groaned with a voiceless voice and found a man stabbing himself in the upper hand from the bottom.

Shester said, on the contrary, looking down at Romus from the top, a face convinced of the victory.

"How was it? This trump card."

"... cum! …… what's the trump card… it's just a hit…"

I'd like you to say ad hoc.

"... you son of a bitch..."

When Romus said so to twinkle, he drooped his head in dismay.

"... Hmm. Apparently, you've noticed."

But the moment Shester said so, all of a sudden Roms stuck his left arm out against Shester.

When Shester looked at his left arm slightly, his open palm glowed brilliantly (like this) red.

(Shit!! Is this guy a magician too!?

Similar to when Shester thought so, Romus uttered his words in the mood of tearing.

"Eat it!!

When Romus said so, he instantly fired a red, shining light bullet from the flat of his left hand.

Shester let go of his right hand, holding the sword in a daze, and twisted his body wide into a position where there was no more. Although he dodged the light bullet at the dash, he fell back as he spun in momentum.

Then Romus stood up quickly, and said, having thoughtfully pulled out the sword of Shester, which was stabbing him in the right shoulder, and pointing the tip of that sword towards Shester on his round waist.

"Trump cards are for the end."

Now it's Chester's turn to find Romus from the bottom up.