Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

Rise all at once.

Accelerate, accelerate, and further accelerate.

The speed is too fast and the atmosphere is no longer like a wall.

A phoenix formed of a smeared wireframe turns its mouth to heaven and rises like an arrow.

Me and Hannu grab onto its back and aim for the Ethereal Dome while countering the atmospheric torrents that push us.

"- No, Hannu! I can't shake it off at all!

"Even this!? You have a big figure at all, but you're so light!

As I reported watching the rear, Hannu, who was focused on manipulating the ceremony, threw up irritably.

The subject whom I said could not be undone is, of course, Mr. Villey's "Knight of Pale Flames".

Mr. Villey's pale flame (Blazing Force), which deformed from an immortal bird (Phoenix) to an armor-wrapped human form, seemed to be even more maneuverable than before the change.

What a jet blast from all over the giant body shaped by a pale flame, turning it into propulsion. Needless to say, my memory of fighting Howell came back to life vividly in my brain.

But the scale is too different from then. I'm really glad the battlefield is outdoors, not underground space. If an opponent that size came in with super acceleration, he wouldn't have been able to escape to the boulder.

"What is it, Rag, Princess Xiaolong? If you keep running, you won't be fighting, will you? Or are you trying to sneak up on me? I'm sorry, but my flames won't go away with that - whoa!

As we continue to soar as we shake off gravity - downwards to be exact, but behind us subjectively - Mr. Villey puts a verse on and spits out the words, "The Knight of Ethereal Flame protrudes his left arm, which is not holding the sword. A giant palm that can be spread without eagling this one, five fingers when burning columns. Five giant fireballs were fired simultaneously from that tip.

"- Hannuh!"

All I could do was call my name after everything, but that's all my best friend understood.

"Don't bite my tongue, dude!

Smiley phoenix swirls wide to the left. Hit a sharp barrel roll. I dodged Mr. Villey's unleashed fireball as he rotated dizzily like a drill wearing the sky.

But this can't be the end of it. Mr. Villey's "Knight of Pale Flames" keeps putting up a series of fireballs. A huge rock that swallows us up so lightly is torched every time. It's like rising from bottom to top [reverse] meteor rain. It may look as beautiful as it is from a distance, but if you get a direct hit, that's it. We don't know how much damage we're going to take. We just have to desperately do it.

As the mass of blast flames that have lost sight of their target cools, unwinds, diffuses and disappears into high altitude air, I peripherally wolf without any of it.

"- What shall we do! What do I do, Hanu!? My" drill break "was easily stopped, and it looks like Hannu's manipulation stopped working, and I can't believe he manipulated such a big flame...!?

There was something unexpected.

It was just after Mr. Villey wrapped a "knight of pale flames" around him. We avoided the sword of the great flame. Firstly, I used my instantaneous power to jump out five hundred and twelve times the enhancement coefficient to soothe Hannu's body and grabbed him, and used 3D manoeuvre to escape from the blade of a fiery fire. At the same time, Hannu deliberately caused the "Ceremony" he was riding in Hannu to hit the flaming sword down, and he bought me time to get out of the blade area of the "Knight of Pale Flames".

Avoidance was critical in time. It was as thick as I thought it was a giant tree. What can I say, if it were a coarse explorer, it would have inevitably been decided in one blow.

After a successful first blow, Hannu entered the chant again as he was held by me. Spinned without concern for posture, the Spirit is the familiar "Heavenly Sword Spear Tooth". Now that there's no obstacle in the way of me, I guess I stepped on it that I couldn't hesitate to unleash the "Wind Cannonball".

"Heavenly Sword Spear Tooth"

Not long ago, the extraordinarily large surgical ceremony spinning by a high-speed chant struck the abdomen of the "Knight of Pale Flames". But all the fangs of the wind wore were just small gaps. In the previous Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade, a grinding flame could barely be blown away this time.

As Mr Villey declared, the intensity of the flames had been enhanced by several steps.

It was a sight as if a rock had been thrown into the lake. Mr. Villey's pale flame was heavily flexed by the impact of the massive solid air mass of Heavenly Sword Spear Tooth. The knight's armor was worn in a slip bowl so that the lake water could be pushed and spread, finally showing just a little bit of the bottom - the space behind him.

Although that was just a small hole about a centimeter square.

Regardless, there is no such thing as a definite form of flame. Therefore, the area where "Heavenly Sword Spear Tooth" snapped was regenerated while viewing, and recovered as if it had not been damaged from the beginning. It was as if we were looking at the ability of Hercules or Midgals Olm to regenerate one day.

Mr. Villey's pale flame is an unlikely substitute given the neat laws of physics: "Combustion with Mass". It is a paradoxical being, with its properties as a flame intact, but with wonders and entities.

So ironic, but this was characterized by something very similar to 'water'. It is fluid without a certain shape, and in some situations it can be stiff or softer.

[Soft and strong] - Yes, it has properties somewhere similar to those of a Lunatic Babel structure.

"Don't be a wolf! What do you do with the heart of it? The battle has already begun! Tighten your liver with mindfulness!

Hannu enters life while making me panic and make a fierce manubar of the ceremony.

"So, but no matter how much you decide to be prepared, there's no way to open it -!?"

Sadly for me, I turn back like that. [M]

'Cause I want you to just imagine.

Even though it's frightening to fight that "sword lady" Villey.

The opponent is Hercules or Midgals Olm, or Lunatic Babel's gatekeeper (class) or floormaster hardness and playability.

Then it has super acceleration and manoeuvre like Howell's power suit.

Furthermore, it exerts the power commensurate with it to a greater body than Mr. No.1, who wraps around the "Gigantic" state.

More importantly, he possesses Mr. Villey's swordsmanship and technique - that is, combat ability.

Surely you would have said that you were [full of roles] in an old game or something like this.

If you say it in chess, it is no longer 'checkmate'.

But.

"Silly! Don't give up early when it starts! Forget it! The concubine and the rat will be invincible! Impossible adversity!

――

Desperate to avoid Mr. Villey's flamebullets, which erupt from behind, Hannu doesn't glance at this one. But that's why the words slowly echoed in the back of my chest. In a circumstance of limit sleuthing, a person cannot lie ingeniously into each other. In other words, Hannu's words are the truth that came out of the bottom of his heart. She feels 100% pure, and she believes that if I'm alone with her, she's absolutely invincible, and there's no one else she can't beat.

"All right, Lato! Don't let him fool you! Villies are not the enemies of my concubines now! [Eyes on enemies] Turn to him! If you do, you'll see a way out!

"Turn to the enemy, eyes...?

I got the feeling that the scales would fall out of my eyes for some reason, even though they said something very obvious. At the same time, I am convinced that yes.

――

If you ask me, it could certainly have been. Was I seriously hostile to Mr. Villey from the bottom of my heart?

Of course, as mentioned earlier, I had devised a tactic that made Mr. Villey a virtual enemy. By actually using it, I intended to recognize Mr. Villey as my enemy.

But it wasn't.

It wasn't.

No matter what I said, 'This was Mr. Villey's fight to clear up his depression' was somewhere. I was unconsciously underestimating the situation.

So if they look strong at all, I feel frustrated. Without knowing it, they were sweetened by the fact that 'they were supposed to be allies.'

Think of it, that could have been the case when you fought Mr. Rose and Flim. I now realize that the packing was sweet everywhere.

- Mr. Villey is the enemy... when I'm dealing with the enemy, [how was I always there]? Yes, I don't have time to leak a cry. If you can afford to mourn the status quo, you should look for the way to victory. In the bills I have, what can I cut to defeat the other person... wasn't that all you were thinking about?

"... yes, sorry... sorry, Hanu! I stopped thinking on my own and gave up on my own...!

I finally realized my unknown, and I apologized to Hannu.

"Think about it properly, [how to win]......!

I just made an observation and didn't do an analysis.

I was just overwhelmed and wasn't trying to find the winning muscle.

Or maybe Mr. Villey's words earlier were because he was spotting the "alarm" in me.

Kufu, and signs of Hannu laughing while still looking forward. In doing so, she changed the tip of the "formula" and moved it from rising to swirling.

"Fine. Looks like we finally got a fire in here, Rato. Villey is a tough foe, though. Concubine and Lato, if we join forces, we may not win. At a time like this, it's important to know who you're dealing with. Lat, I thought you and Villey were gonna do it right away, but have you noticed anything?

"What I've noticed..."

Hannu pulls the thread of my thoughts, and I rethink. What I felt when I paired my sword with Mr. Villey. About the discomfort I remember.

"- Too strong...?

I didn't know, words that were too frank slipped out of my lips.

Yes, anything is too strong.

Of course, techniques such as Fortified, which stopped my attack, and Acharanata Criccarat, which created the Knight of the Pale Flame, were due to Mr. Villey's relaxed drilling. Both derive from the (Blazing Force), which can be called synonymous with her, which I think is awesome but not particularly uncomfortable. If you are a swordsman (fencer) and an elementor specializing in fire attributes - i.e. Mr. Villey, a flamethrower (salamander), it is not a strange frontier to reach. At least it's definitely what I know of Mr. Villey on the extension line.

So the weird thing is still that power that took [Drill Break] head-on.

Ancients don't have to know, and modern human muscle strength doesn't depend on appearance. There is little proportional relationship between arm thickness and arm strength.

But that's why,

"... Mr. Villey is supposed to be a speed type swordsman in one way or another, how could he have defended my 'drill break' so easily...?

Nor is that just a 'drill break'. It was my "Drill Break", which overlapped the support formula for physical strengthening nine times and duplicated twenty. That should have been so destructive as to punch through Hercules' armor.

Yet Mr. Villey took it with an extra look and stopped it altogether. I thought it might be very hard qigong at that moment, but now I have to say that's incorrect. There's no way you can use as much power as just hard qigong.

"- Give yourself up Rato!

――

From Hannu to the early-mouthed instruction, I did not panic to look around and obeyed honestly.

The wild wind incision mixed with the scorching sound of the atmosphere, and I felt a tremendous source of heat passing right over my lowered head.

"Nah......!?

Intuitively understood. Mr. Villey's "Horseman of the Pale Flame" is coming after us, extending the flaming sword on his right hand and releasing a slaughter.

"How about, on a simple track, they'll be after you......! We're going down at once, hold on tight!

Quickly, though. "The ceremony almost turned my mouth straight down. Gakun, and the feeling of your body shaking and your guts floating at the same time. A wireframe phoenix (decoy) with me and Hannu on it began to descend sharply, leaving an almost right-angle bending trajectory.

Apparently, Mr. Villey is on a more aggressive offense when he enters a stable flight. Naturally, too. When this flight stabilizes, that's the same here and there. There is no reason to loosen it, as much as to strengthen the hand of the attack.

Even the rapid manoeuvre (Manuba) chases Mr. Villey, and he folds up enough slaughter to think it's a long-range cannon. "The flashing of the sword while accelerating with thrusts erupting from all parts of the Knight of Pale Flame will be more effective in destructive force than a lousy shell. Blah, I think if I get even one shot, I'm done.

"- Lat, if the weak of power had strong power, let the answer and so forth be determined!

Hannu answers my doubts while attacking the Fire Dragon as if it were a herd, but with precision as if he had eyes on his back.

"[Supporting Ceremony] Bye!

"- Huh!?

Oh, my voice leaked out of the blue. That was a shocking conclusion for me.

Yes. Why didn't you notice? Mr. Villey, a speedy swordsman, showed his strength like a heavy swordsman. Even the hard qi kung fu where Mr. Rose says is unexplainable. Even if it's a supportive technique, it explains more than enough.

"I wondered why you didn't notice - but you did. [That's why you don't like it] Do you like it or what?" This is exactly what the lighthouse is all about. "

Maybe Hannu is right. For me, no, for a supportive technique (enhancer), the supportive technique is only familiar. It's like my own hands and feet, so to speak. So far, it has also been a factor that is repelled by others.

Weird stories, other people have weird parts of themselves as well - and it seems like a human, hard to think of. I didn't realize the obvious answer from Hannu.

"- Oh well...! Yes, if you ask me...!

I roar unexpectedly. In retrospect, Mr. Villey was the only one who praised the support ceremony in front of the Broadcaster and took charge of me. Does it make sense that Mr. Villey still doesn't have a support technique installed in SEAL?

Once again, unlike an attack technique, there is no limit (security) to having to emit a boot voice (call) in a support technique. The principle is that you can activate and activate without audio, and you can hide the surgical icons like me if you want to. There is no way that Mr. Villey could have disappeared or disappeared while he was in front of him with cover-up.

"But it won't be easy later, as long as we figure out the karaki. Villies use supportive techniques to strengthen themselves. It doesn't make sense that Rat's attack didn't work. It is only natural that if the strong become stronger, the weak will not reach no matter how much they scratch."

"Ugh..."

I'm so grumpy. I know Hanu has no offense, but a weak man who can't reach heights no matter how much he scratches his feet. I mean me, and of course that awareness was extra deep in mental damage because it was enough.

Hannu's manoeuvring "The Ceremony" flies through space like a jet coaster hitting a barrel roll while plummeting, suddenly changing the angle, or if anything, soaring again.

Of course, I'm not just running away. I'm looking at the machine while I'm at a distance.

"- But it's a shame that the Villies are using a supportive technique. Anyway, there's a rat here."

"Huh...?

Hannu said in a slightly bright voice that you perceived the signs that I was gently snagging even without looking. My big best friend laughs as he freely flies around the sky.

"In support ceremonies, Lato has a day long. In other words, you can poke at the [weakness] of the support technique that you know. Wouldn't it?

"Of supportive techniques... weaknesses...?

Even though it was not a very unusual word, it felt like a strange and fresh sound. Maybe that's because I know the history of support ceremonies that have always been filled with weaknesses and repelled from the explorers of the world. There are no weaknesses in the support technique that can be described as weaknesses now. In a bad way.

No - no. Right. That's true. Isn't it?

"I don't know about the weaknesses in the support formula..."

I didn't know my mouth was dusty, and I didn't think, hehe, I laughed.

"... there's a whole lot of it, yeah. Really, so much, so much!

What is it to say for yourself, and what is so appealing to the public, whether it be Mr. Villey's driving, that the current support technique is still an irresistible substitute full of flaws?

Too peaky for that specification, choose the user. And Hannu's right, I'm better than Mr. Villey at handling support ceremonies.

Then there are as many ways to attack.

Flipping the difference in force is possible enough.

The moment I thought about it, the light flashed behind my brain.

Is it because of the switch of consciousness? Cut the weir and the idea overflows. It springs up like hot water.

"- Hannu, I've come up with an operation. Can I have a word?"

"Hmm?

I lean against Hannu's back and close my mouth to her ear. [M] We're flying fast with each other, although Mr. Villey won't hear us anyway, just in case.

"... well, that's not an interesting idea"

Hannu laughs at what I whispered about the operation. That's a very belligerent look. Although it suits me well.

"What do you think? So, are you okay? I'm telling you myself, I think it's pretty tremendous..."

Hannu laughs out loud at me for clinging to your suggestion.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! What, I thought I mentioned something outrageous, and now you're scared, Rato! He's not sure if you're really bold or timid!

"Huh? Oh, I guess...?

I think I pushed Hanu's bump somehow, but I'm not sure what's so funny. Well, it's better than being ridiculed or stunned, so I don't care.

"Yeah, then I'll measure the timing, so if you signal... please, Hannu"

"All right, I'll take care of it!

Hannu took on the task with the momentum of just slapping me in the chest, and I feel the speed of flight of the "no heart" ceremony has increased.

I flipped my body and turned completely backward.

To Hanu's messed up flight manoeuvre, but Mr. Villey's "Knight of Pale Flames" was persevering. So was Howell's powersuit, but oh well the flight by the injection (thrust) has great momentum anyway. It would not allow the following of other methods of flight as far as acceleration alone is concerned.

but on the contrary, it has the disadvantage that it is not advantageous to turn small. In fact, thanks to Hannu's disruptive flight, Mr. Villey could hardly catch up with us. Sometimes we are forced to be very close, but from that state it is best to randomly fire flamethrows from our fingers, and those hits are never high. Mr. Villey probably doesn't think he'll hit it either. That's only a restraint, and I think it's true that I want to attack this one with a flaming sword where he's on a stabilization track.

…………

I pull my lips together and stare at the "Knight of Pale Flames". While looking at the looming threat, check the "SEAL" conscious log to reverse the battle start time.

I think about the chronological order of the previous events.

I don't know the exact timing when Mr. Villey activated the assistive technique. But an approximate prediction would do. At least it should have been before you took my "Drill Break."

The same goes for muscle strength, but you can also consider the rapidly improved defense of palmitis to depend on the supportive surgical formula. If so, is it about the same timing that I used Protection?

Considering all of them together, most of Mr. Villey's words since the battle began have been faux. He also plays a poker face to avoid showing his bottom. So did Mr. Karel, but strong people still don't show weakness first. Though it's a natural story. Will I be able to hide my inner haste and anxiety so well when I get stronger? [M]

Nonetheless, Mr. Villey was so [serious]. He has even set up rushes using words and attitudes, not just pure combat power. Rather, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was fully open from the beginning.

If so, the shape of that "pale flame knight" also makes sense. It's intentional.

As long as you notice there, the rest is easy.

From the moment I saw it, I first thought it was' armor '. Yes, it's' armor '.

Armor is not a weapon. When it comes to what it's for, it's to protect yourself. It's a shield.

Whether it's that big, it's possible to use mass as a weapon. Even Howell did.

But [that's not the swordsman's idea].

Howell is "Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb)" and his spirit is, if you will, "Safety-Focused Robbery". If you can rob the target (Explorer) with violence and fear while protecting yourself, that's fine. It doesn't matter what the means are, as long as we can accomplish our purpose, and there's no pride in it.

But Mr. Villey is a swordsman enough to be awarded the Sword. He's a proud man. In this case, the means and objectives are often replaced. There is no purpose that does not weigh the course, and sometimes the means are more important than the purpose.

inefficient. But that's what insistence is about. Many people may be able to accomplish their ends without choosing the means, but those who can still accomplish their ends, even if they limit the means, are even better than the former. That's the idea.

So Mr. Villey wouldn't even think about crushing us with that flaming armor. Such an impeccable - to be clear, such a 'dull' imitation is not acceptable as a swordsman, as a 'swordsmith'.

This is not about underestimating defense. We're talking about separate attacks and defenses.

Instead of thinking, like Howell, 'If you punch him with hard armor, two birds with one stone,' it's a neat swordsman's idea that 'the attack is a weapon, and the defense is well used with protective equipment'.

The foreground is longer. I mean, what are you trying to say, that Mr. Villey's giant 'armor' is just for his own protection?

But if you're just protecting yourself, the usual "Blazing Force" is enough. However, if you activated the support technique (Protection) where it increased the density and hardness of the flame, you would turn it into an iron wall. I don't need to make armor that huge.

but here is the idea of reversal.

Suppose it was necessary?

At least if you thought you needed Mr. Villey to shape the "Knight of Pale Flames," why?

The answer is simple.

[I don't want Hannu and I to get close].

I already know why. It's a support ceremony. The supportive technique, especially the physical enhancement system, dramatically alters the sensation of the body as you know it. It doesn't have to be stacked like me, it's pretty much just a single activation. At any rate, the ability of the vegetables is doubled only once. It's no big deal if '1' is as good as' 2 ', except if' 1000 'is' 2000 'and' 5000 'is' 1000 '.

Needless to say, Mr. Villey's abilities (specs) are far higher than mine. It's very expensive. It's very expensive to destroy.

If so, the benefits from the supportive technique are more dramatic, and the sensory changes are also enormous.

Ms. Villey is afraid of sensory changes at the moment when the effect time of the supportive technique is over. The ability that was greatly amplified reverts - the intoxication caused by that sudden drop becomes a deadly gap in the fight.

By analogy, that's similar to glare when you're walking at full force. Until just before, he was able to move freely and freely, but suddenly his hands and feet became heavy and he stopped moving as if he had been chained. Alternatively, the gravity on your body doubles as if you were within Mr. Rose's "Graviton Field" range.

The stronger the original power, the greater the impact when it is lifted or when the effect ends - this is also one of the reasons why the supportive technique has been repelled. I told Hannu when it was, but it's not an exaggeration to say that 'the stronger you lose' is the biggest characteristic of the support ceremony.

- So now that will be Mr. Villey's weakness...!

The moment when the assistive technique used by Mr. Villey is lifted is bound to come. Because if you don't activate Protection, you can't prevent Hannu's procedure. So even now, at this moment, Mr. Villey must be blessed with a supportive technique.

"-Now, Hannuh!

At the right time, I gave the signal. [M]

"I got it!

With a resounding reaction, Hannu changes the direction in which the "formula" is proceeding.

Straight up.

Kung, and a smiley phoenix lifts his mouth as if pulled by a fishing line, and moves up well toward heaven.

Accelerate and accelerate and accelerate. Rise up in the sky to shake off gravity.

Of course, Mr. Villey follows you without leaving. He sprays flames from all over the body of the "Knight of Pale Flames" and tries to catch up with the sharp rise like the arrow of the "Ceremony of Pale Flames".

A series of flame shells came. No aim, no shit, rarely if ever hit [shoot]. Hannu swirls the phoenix as it continues to soar, dodging a flock of flamethrows of flamethrows flying from bottom to top. The more you try to catch it, the more feathers you run away from your hands.

"- Here it is, Hannuh!

Once again, when my instincts indicate the timing,

"Uhm. I'll take care of it, Lato"

Now there was a quiet response. With a very gracious voice full of trust in me.

I look back - or turn my body back in the direction of the ascent and put Hannu's back in sight.

As soon as he did, Hannu stretched out his spine and spread out his hands, pulling out his whole body.

――――

If you do that on a rising phoenix, they'll shake you off. The only way to do this is to slip off the back of the rising ceremony and fall captive to gravity.

So I spread my arms and stopped holding my tiny body falling into my chest. While doing so, stretch your knees and kick the air.

Catapult firing.

I've already canceled the support ceremony I put in before I went into battle, and I snuck back on the new one earlier. Therefore, my enhancement coefficient remains five hundred and twelve times higher, and the effect of the Serie Walk is still alive, with time limits of two minutes and more than fifty seconds.

While accelerating, it continues to rise. It jumps out of the formula and adds momentum to the inertia it had already gained. Kicking and jumping the force field that occurs on the sole of my shoe, I made such a steep ascent that it was super like a ball hit by a bat.

"Live in the atmosphere, spirits, and answer my call."

Hannu, stuck by a princess to me, circles herself and marks her with her chest, entering the chant. As soon as the concentration is completely lost, the "formula" instantly undergoes aerial decomposition. Phoenix (decoy) assembled in a wire frame breaks the contour and the smeared light cuts off one thousand times after another. Soon, I returned to my original herd of twelve talisman crystals.

However, it is the automatic defense mode of the Zhongtian spirit symbol that is activated here. The high-performance AI mounted on the SSW (Slave Servant Weapon) has apparently certified the imminent "Knight of Pale Flames" as a threat. The twelve talisman crystals with a smiley glow each initiated autonomous action, like a separate organism, without waiting for the judgment of Hanu, the user.

Twelve meteors strike the "Horseman of Pale Flame" at once.

――

"The Horseman of the Pale Flame" waves the sword of his right hand. An overgrown blade of flame swings at high speeds, scratching it as it burns the atmosphere.

Mr. Villey's rate of ascent fell slightly, either from depression as if he had been entwined by a feather worm. In that gap, I kick the scaffold of the Serie Walk and make a super leap, rising further up the sky.

Eventually, Hannu's chant came to an end.

"Turn Morula into the blade of the demon that will break the universe, turn to me, and forgive the fool."

A little girl in my arms emits a smeary glow. I think I have heartburn for the amount of spiritual and surgical skills I can work out in the near future, but it's not a four-five situation I can say.

- That's good, Lato.

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

I nodded quickly at the signal I was told while maintaining the activation of the procedure. Just a mild greeting, throwing Hannu's body straight up as she trimmed.

Pawn, and light Hannu's body flew to a high position like a basketball.

"Oh, yeah."

Gravity and atmospheric resistance diminished momentum, and Hannu made one call around the height reaching its peak. Land on the scaffolding of the "Serie Walk", which unfolds on the soles of the pompous waste shoes, and get in shape.

With his hands marked, he rose royally in the air.

I also twisted my body in the air and turned around. Reverse the heavens and the earth. Turn your soles to the sky and head down.

Pull out on the right hand side is the White Imperial Silver Tiger in sidebar mode. Pull out on your left hand is a pale etherinium knife - 'Moonlight (Mondenrich)'.

"Drill."

Simultaneously load the "SEAL" output slot with swordsmanship formula. That number is twenty. Arrange two daggers like rails, just like you just did, to make them perceive surgically as one weapon.

The bottom of the Battle Shoe Sky Soldier steps on the power field of the Serie Walk and my body stops rising. As he did when he fought Hercules, he bends his knees and drops his hips as if [landing on the ceiling].

He builds his strength as he flexes himself.

For a second.

"Heavenly Sword Blade"

Hannu's procedure was activated behind his back.

I can no longer see it, such as the sight of a giant smiley icon unfolding. The vibrations and surgical powers transmitted from the soles of the feet to the neck muscles tell the story of it all.

I activated the swordsmanship ceremony simultaneously so that Hannu's surgery fluctuations would push me back.

"-Break" Heh!!

The spiral angle of the deep purple that appears stacked. Photon Blood erupting from his back.

From the rear, the wind wave of Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade moves past me. The same gathering of solid air grains in the eighth chamber as just now arrives at Mr. Villey's "Knight of Ethiosis" as he draws a twisted orbit like an octopus foot.

- Right here!

At the next moment, I kicked the scaffold with all my strength with the thrust and timing of pushing my body.

Shots out faster than bullets, faster than meteors, faster than lightning.

Falling is just below. Accelerate into one with the help of gravity as well.

Where the wind waves of "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade" are going to push towards you instead of "The Knight of Pale Flame" as the fiercely spinning "Drill Break" targets, of course. Eight-room wind waves converge, convergence coordinates.

"- Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

I don't know how to roar in a high-speed world. With everything accelerating, everything becomes slow motion in my subjectivity.

Hanu's "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade" is not aimed at Mr. Villey more than it was before. Instead, I asked Mr. Villey to collect all the wind waves in one piece in front of me.

The wind waves that gather together bump into each other, mix together, and eventually make a twist (thread) and swirl.

Born is an atmospheric vortex that gathers eight wind grain streams.

The center stretches to the back and is shaped like a "drill break". From the side, it's a funneled shape.

Of course it's at the heart of it that I set up Drill Break to jump in.

Let Hannu's Heavenly Sword Break Blade be [wrapped] in my Drill Break.

"Go, go, go, go, go!

I went in.

The tip of the "Drill Break" was captured in the center of the wind vortex by an extremely high concentration. The spiral angle of the fast rotating deep purple winds the vortex of the "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade", accelerating the twisting (threading).

Wrapped it up.

It's like I plugged a key into a keyhole. But even where the torrent was swirling, there was a "core" that gained momentum. The flow of the Russian "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade" accelerated, and the funnel-shaped stretched [center] became no longer oriented [spear].

This is one of the operations I struck Hannu in the ear.

Me and Hannu working together - a combined attack.

I just want to name it 'Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break' - but what about this for boulders? It is a subtle name for me.

Whatever the challenge was, it was a success.

My "Drill Break" and Hanu's "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade" interfere with each other, resonate with each other and amplify each other.

"Gu......!

It is naturally the white tiger and moonlight held in my hands that underlie the raging energy. The feeling of lifting and supporting a washing machine running in operation, but should I say? Even the "Drill Break" is joined by Hannu's "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade", and a tremendous load hits my arms and hence my entire body. If I hadn't fortified my flesh with a supportive technique, my whole body could have been so fissured and scattered.

What else? Let's take advantage of Hannu's great surgery ceremony. Normally, it's a method that equals suicide bombing, and it's such a dangerous operation that if you take a step wrong, even with a reinforcement factor of five hundred and twelve times, you get caught in a giant mixer and minced.

- But that's why!

It can be a blow to the blow.

After all, it is no exaggeration to say that this is the first time that I and Hannu's combined attack struck Mr. Villey's "Knight of Ethereal Flames" as a result of a thunderstorm.

"- Ha, ha, ha, ha!!

The ripping mood comes from Mr. Villey's lips. "Through the giant of the Horseman of the Pale Flame," the roar of Lady Sword pierces the sky.

In the blink of an eye, "The Knight of Pale Flames" erected a long blade of flames as a photograph of Mr. Villey, releasing an anti-aircraft slaughter that soaked from the bottom.

Clash.

Our "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break" and the Great Slash of the Flaming Giant bumped into each other at a point at high altitude, causing our ears to split (crumble) and roar.

"- Huh!?

antagonize. I knew it, but Hanu's "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade" wind wave is no longer able to sharpen Mr. Villey's ethereal flame. I don't think the wind and the flames are colliding. The sound rings constantly. It's like they're hitting each other with chainsaws. Pale firepowder splashes and spreads like beautiful fireworks.

At this moment, today's third wheel of giant (oh) kikuna blossomed in the sky.

It has a pale flaming floral pattern (Kahey), a table (udna) with compressed windy white and deep purple light intersecting it, spreading a translucent glassy petal (hayabusa) - a beautiful and terrifying glow.

Brutal mountain baggage leaves, blooming only by massive force and force bumps (like.)

Magnificent hua blooms strong and strong.

Because our wind and Mr. Villey's flames are sweeping together and we keep pulling back from moment to moment. Because they are almost equally powerful.

- But!

I didn't go in there without thinking. I expected this from the beginning.

[So],

- "Force Boost"!

Activate the support technique without speaking up.

Reinforcement formula that doubles your surgery power - to Hannu.

――

As soon as I was around me, the momentum of the Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade, which wrapped around the Drill Break, gained tremendous momentum.

"-Na......!?

Mr. Villey's surprise voice reaches his ear. That should be it, too. Hanu's Heavenly Sword Blade, which received the Force Boost, started eating Mr. Villey's pale flame again.

The antagonism breaks down.

Even the mighty Hanu's ability to operate. I won't even say that the world will perish on the day I doubled it - but no matter what you think, it's going to be a big deal, though it hasn't been done before.

When I actually do this, I feel so scared that I get shivers from my bones.

Mr. Villey's flame, which was so robust just now when it was steel, instantly became as brittle as pudding or babaroa. It is an incredible change.

But here's what I just said. 'The stronger the original power, the greater the impact when it is lifted or when the effect ends' -.

But not Mr. Villey, on the contrary, the stronger the original power, the greater the benefit when he received the support technique.

Advantages and drawbacks are all in one place. The important thing is to operate well with that in mind.

And on that point, I have a day longer than Mr. Villey -!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

Thus "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break" ate and broke the sword and armor of the "Horseman of Pale Flame" and turned it into a powerless fire powder and scattered it.

――

Boom, and the roaring spiral angle of the wind stripped Mr. Villey of the "Knight of Pale Flame" and made him round naked. Now again, Mr. Villey has revealed to me that he is only wearing combat gear.

Our 'Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break' will not stop. The long stretched windy spinning spear wore Mr. Villey's chest this time.

piercing.

"- ……… ~!?

He was instantly deprived of the flaming armor that was protecting him, and the moment he thought so, Mr. Villey's expression pierced his chest by a giant spear, disappeared only for a moment.

Eyes on each other. straight from the front.

Mr. Villey's deep-red eyes were open as if to see even something incredible. In front of an impossible sight, it's like being stunned. He looked just like he didn't think what was happening to him was real.

But that's just for a moment, too.

"- I'll do it... ugh!

Laughed. Not the smile I've shown you so far or anything you can afford.

He smiled spectacularly, awesomely, and belligerently.

I thought somewhere in my head that it looked like Hannu.

The look on his face when he decided to become familiar, wrinkled furiously between his eyebrows, and caught the edge of his mouth looked very much like Hannu when he came to battle with his heart pumping.

I've never seen Mr. Villey's face like this before.

I've never known Mr. Villey to give such a look.

――――

An unexpected surprise occupies my heart. It was no longer the proud "sword lady" who was there, nor the female jewel who was called the "Burning Blue Rose (Blazing Rose)", but only one swordsman who exaggerated his battle to the point of ferocity.

Mr. Villey falls at high speed as he is thrust through his chest by a swirling wind spear. Lose all momentum over there, but Photon Blood spraying out of my back is still alive.

Pushed by the power to the bottom, hands and feet wrapped in aristocratic combat clothes stretch up into the air as they seek a hug, in the middle of it.

When I was a young man, Mr. Villey showed me how to laugh showing his teeth, causing the activated voice (call) to burst out of his throat.

"Noble Prominence Nights!

Why did you give me the name of your own cluster at a time like this? Only if you have time to think.

Once again, a huge amount of flames overflowed from Mr. Villey's entire body with terrible momentum.

"Huh!?

It was explosive, or almost explosive.

The pale blast flame that explodes into Mr. Villey's heart spreads and burns as it is swept around by the Heavenly Sword Blade Break that wraps me.

Four degrees (every time), the sky bloomed with luxury.

The vastly spread flames of the ethereal changed their shape as they were, turning them into countless flamingo birds (Phoenix). A sword appears in the body of a flamingo (Phoenix) as it spreads its wings and flies. Probably embodied from Mr. Villey's "SEAL" storage. The flock of flamingo (Phoenix), given a nuclear (core) sword (sword), accelerates by erupting the flame of propulsion with its tail feathers as a vernier. Shore (sprinkle) through the sky with wings lined up to fly in formation.

The sight is perfect, as if a pale rose blooms.

But only for a moment did beautiful flowers bloom.

Flying countless flamingo birds (Phoenix) swirl back through the universe with their swords conceived in their bellies. Accelerate, build momentum, even put gravity on your side.

――――――――

The flamingos (Phoenix) are after me, of course. I still fall upside down wearing Mr. Villey's chest. I grab him by the butt and chase him down side by side with my mouth.

A solid flame, a sword lodged in your body, a weapon of mass that is too much for either side alone. Besides, there are more than a hundred of them no matter how they count. I'm not talking about sucking if they get killed all at once.

- Then I'll just keep running off to the ground thread...!

If it's death, the communes, not of course. He falls to the surface critical like this, leaving only Mr. Villey on the verge of clashing and fleeing to the side. The timing is cynical, but if it works out, we should be able to put Mr. Villey and a bunch of flamingo (Phoenix) in the back together and hit the ground and make him blow himself up.

Then you can't be caught up. The timing of your escape will be even more difficult, but this place is accelerating -!

"Drill."

It was the moment I tried to activate the swordsmanship ceremony even more.

"[I won't let you]"

Falling at high speeds - rather than rushing toward the ground, Mr. Villey's voice was heard badly and clearly in obnoxious sounds of wind and flames gushing together.

――

Mr. Villey, who is currently advancing and spraying flames from all over his body, but only around his chest is his ethereal flame stripped away because of the 'Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break'. He smiles invincibly when he says he's in that state, what a sword of love (Liverdeen) he holds in his hands over his head. There is, of course, a swinging physical erythema wrapped around the body.

- No way, I'm not going to wave my sword out of this state...!?

Instead of having a stepping scaffold, he's in too bad shape. I can't shake a sword in this state with much power.

I thought it was my shallowness. [M]

"- Ha!"

Mr. Villey waved his sword down. With a definite fat muscle with feet on the ground.

Pleasant sounds.

Mr. Villey's pale flaming sword and "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break" clash and scatter sparks. Incredibly, it was quite powerful to say that it was a slaughter released from such a posture, and that it was pierced in the chest by our "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break". A slight paralysis passes into my hand.

But to this extent, the combined attack of Hannu and I will never waver. I'm sorry to say this, but it's a waste of time.

But.

"Huh......!?

The voice of surprise comes from my throat. All of a sudden, the sight appeared in front of me.

Dozens of swords had appeared around Mr. Villey. They showed up with ice blue light, so I'm pretty sure they took it out of her storage. But if that's all, it doesn't deserve surprise. Because, as I said, it doesn't change anything more than evil when I take out many waves of sword here.

But if the knights of the pale flames suddenly appeared to hold those swords, it would be a different story.

- What, this... dozens of people came out...!?

The little "Knight of Pale Flames", born of Mr. Villey's wrapping flames, reaches out and holds the sword pattern in motion as if he were truly alive.

The "Knight of Pale Flames", which appeared in only the same number of swords removed from storage, took the same movement overall, as did the mirror image made of my "Mirage Shade". I wield the various swords in my hand as loudly as Mr. Villey did earlier, swinging them down at the exact same time.

Excitement.

"Gu...!?

The shock as if Mr. Villey's slaughter had multiplied tens of times as it was earlier. Instead of hands, arms, and from shoulder to back, the paralysis runs through at once. A swing also occurred in Boulder's "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break".

They targeted me there.

"- [Phoenix Rave] Huh!

I don't know how much HP I have left and can replace my shoulders, but I would have a lot of feedback on my own flesh. Mr. Villey activated an extra special operation.

Moreover, it is hard to believe that not only she herself, but all the "knights of pale flames" aligned on this occasion, did not adopt the same structure?

- No way, no way, no way!?

I got a bad feeling about it.

Super-fast continuous attack by a flame-wrapped sword, that's Mr. Villey's original surgical ceremony, Phoenix Rave. The intense technique that once overwhelmed Gatekeeper Box Kong was now activated simultaneously by Mr. Villey and dozens of "Knights of Pale Flame" that appeared around him.

"- hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!

Big bang.

It was also probably when the earlier operation "Noble Prominence Nights" was activated, but now it's dozens of times that. Even Mr. Villey was simultaneously activated on dozens of scales to stop the Gatekeeper march.

Honestly, I didn't get one.

"- Huh!?

All slashing flashes concentrated on "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break," and the wind waves of Boulder's "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade" were also sharpened greatly. Finally, Phoenix Rave is also a push (charge) type attack. A vernier thrust was sprayed from Mr. Villey's back, that is, from the surface, slowing us down slightly.

- Damn, this... Huh!?

That slight slowdown was fatal. Behind me, or from the top of the sky, a flamingo (Phoenix) with a sword enclosed is chasing me. They'll definitely catch up to me before I fall to the ground like this.

- Reaccelerate now to make it......!?

I can see the gully and simultaneous (Phoenix Rave) sharpening and collapsing the 'Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break'. I feel hissy about the looming mass bomb of more than a hundred flamingo birds (Phoenix) from behind.

"- Break" - - Whoa!!!

There was no other way. As it were, I dared to overlap the "Drill Break." "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break" activates an additional "Drill Break" x twenty, increasing the spiral angle thicker and increasing the back injection Photon Blood.

"- Huh!"

Accelerate as your back is pushed by a giant palm coming down from the sky. "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade Break" pierces Mr. Villey's chest even deeper.

But it was a sign.

I still didn't make it.

In the end, I was caught up with a flock of flamingo birds (Phoenix) in a place where I was almost on the ground -.

In addition, most of the wind waves of the "Heavenly Sword Breaking Blade", which was wrapped around the "Drill Break", had been stripped off by Mr. Villey and the "Phoenix Rave" of the Horsemen of the Pale Flame.

That was the limit point.

Frankly, it became a mess.

――――――――――――――――

But this situation was almost like a suicide bomber for Mr. Villey.

The crowd of flamingo birds (Phoenix) that arrived from the top of the sky messed me up and I just blew it up. But even after I unlocked Heavenly Sword Blade Break and left the scene, the subsequent Flamingo Birds (Phoenix) continued to rush toward the remaining Mr. Villey. There can't be no damage.

Pale flames that explode continuously and overlapping.

Even when we are back and forth unconscious of each other, we are pulled by the enormous inertia that has continued to accelerate.

Spreading the loud noise, me and Mr. Villey crashed to the ground as a meteor.

The explosion struck two times at the same time and was sucked into the deep Ethereum.

That's why it can't even end here.

The two fell together in the central district of Floating Oshima, on the eastern side of the decaying city group.

Me and Mr. Villey, each wearing a giant crater and collapsing several buildings, clashed into a cracked asphalt with little or no deceleration.

Naturally. It exceeded the speed of sound and so on. Even an earthquake occurs because it collided at such a rate, and the spider's nest forms an indication of collapse, and the earth smoke expands so explosively that it touches the sky.

In the soil and smoke that was about to rise, as the building group collapsed, I stood up in the middle of the crater and looked for Mr. Villey. Run up a hill you made yourself.

If I say there is no damage, I lie. But I couldn't care less. I'm sure Mr. Villey won't stop yet. No, it hasn't stopped. I mean, that guy's coming at me again soon. You must look for me and wave your sword. Bad vision or whatever. That guy would definitely do that. That's why I can't sleep too hard. [M]

The wind blew. It's a strong wind that blows like a knock out of your head. Maybe the shock and wind aftermath that we had earlier fell behind.

The dirt smoke that was swelling like a balloon cleared up all at once. If the momentum that had fallen was momentum, the wind pressure born in the aftermath was also wind pressure.

Suddenly my eyes met with deep red eyes.

――――

Unexpectedly, we were near each other. It was about ten melts away, but it was an equal amount of time for us.

After all, Mr. Villey stood up in the smoke, too, looking for me. He jumped out of the crater he wore himself and was about to wave his sword.

…………

Stop moving with each other and stare at each other silently.

Mr. Villey was dressed badly. The usual pretty figure leaves no shards either. Now even the platinum blonde ponytail that was dirty to earth and dust without a battle coat or light armor and seemed to shed light on itself looks dull.

Maybe I was something similar.

But neither me nor Mr. Villey had let go, holding each of their gains in their hands.

The battle is not over yet.

"- So yahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I was the one who moved first. He steps in with the intention of exploding the ground and pops out like a bullet.

"Hahhhhhhhh!!!

Mr. Villey stopped on the spot and went into a state of interception of me. Put up your sword and scream for the mood of tearing.

I hold the white tiger and moonlight in my hands and shrink my time at once. The reinforcement coefficient, five hundred and twelve times faster, set a distance of ten melts to zero in an instant.

As soon as possible, time becomes viscous.

I launched a series of attacks (rushes) during the storm.

Mr. Villey's sword responds runs like light.

The melee (infighting) began.

In an instant countless lights glow. Blinking like stardust in the night sky is a spark born of my duplicity and Mr. Villey's sword bumping into each other. Crazy blooms at the same time like countless others myself.

My thoughts while fighting. I couldn't hold Mr. Villey back in a combined attack with Hannu, but this is within my assumptions. Cutting off on the ground in this way was put into the calculation from the beginning. Because after all (hiccup), the aim is to run out of time for Mr. Villey's support ceremony.

Almost there. I don't know the exact time, but there shouldn't be a minute left. Mr. Villey moves dull within. The assistive technique is struck by a difference in the effect of being lifted. That's your best chance.

I have to be as close as I can be then. Because I'm sure Mr. Villey's gap is only for a moment. I have to keep sitting in Mr. Villey's pocket to make the perfect moment. [M]

No matter how much there is, hell full of blade gold.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I wave my double-sword with selflessness. I have liver trouble and speed. That's why I chose to get a light, easy-to-handle sideline white tiger and a knife moonlight (Mondenrich). There was no other skill in keeping up with Mr. Villey's speed and skill than to pioneer my own style of combat.

Mr. Villey's swordsmanship is righteous, so to speak. He sets up a rush to the upright fat muscle, which was knightly and systematic, with all the super high tech that I can't imitate.

Meanwhile, my methods of warfare are evil. From the master, from Mr. Rose, from Mr. Ashley, from Mr. Villey, learning, and mixing up to our current is just unscrupulous (upside down). Techniques taught or stolen by the teachers are mixed together as synthetic beasts (chimeras) and used as alien moves.

Just like now.

"- Huh!!

Kick the scaffolding of the "Serie Walk" and manoeuvre in 3D while using a series of double strikes learned from Mr. Ashley. Jumping around Mr. Villey more skilfully than a monkey, stirring up. Once, when I met Mr. Villey in the sports chamber, I only used a supportive technique for physical enhancement. It is no exaggeration to say for yourself that endless 3D manoeuvres are my exclusive patent. This should be my first move to see Mr. Villey as.

- I thought so.

"Phew - Phew...! Ugh......!

Mr. Villey didn't even. On the contrary, it outweighs all my serial attacks (rushes) as one day's reenactment. Plus, spilling an irrepressible grin.

I don't believe it. You're going to stunningly cut off your first attack pattern so far - not so. I was wondering if Mr. Villey would laugh to this point. I looked around with all my strength. [M]

The situation is similar to that of the former sports chamberlain. But [similarity] means [never identical]. It was in the name of play then, and both sides were still somewhat reluctant.

But now it's a serious battle. There is a gaming system called HP, but we already know that if it goes to zero, it will die. Even the weapon you're waving is real with a blade.

Yet.

"Haha-"

Finally I opened my mouth and broke my face. With her flamboyance as if she had forgotten everything, Mr. Villey smiles in full.

"- Fine! Fine, Mr. Rug! This fight is really great!

"Huh!?

As soon as Mr. Villey, who laughs innocently, vomited his joyfully painted voice, another gear of speed went up. Even the swordsmanship, which was faster than when the sports chamberlain, accelerates even further.

Probably because I use "Strength" and "Protection" as well as "Rapid". Mr. Villey moves at a rate no less than that of me with a reinforcement factor of five hundred and twelve times, drawing a text (stop) with swordlight.

Fast enough slaughter for wind cutting noise to come late. Around the third hand, the sound of my first hand finally reached my ear. The sound is no longer [too late] for those of us in a fast-paced world. Everything visible. After that, only intuition says things. I was struck by a strange feeling as I repeatedly attacked so quickly.

This is, no, [here] is' The World of Swords' -.

Well, I thought so on the back of my head.

At this moment in time, in this battle, there is nothing meaningful but a sword in your hand.

I don't have time to use attack or sword ceremonies. If you divide your consciousness that way, you will be slashed by your opponent's sword at that moment. We'll figure that out for each other. That's why neither me nor Mr. Villey activate the procedure. I don't even want to activate it.

I just wave my sword heartless. Look for the gap. Or try to crack open the defense.

This is a very pure (simple) world.

All there is is is power, speed, and technology. There's nothing else, and I don't need anything.

How much can I draw on my strength?

How far can I improve my abilities?

Or maybe this is that kind of battle.

I beat myself rather than say I beat my opponent.

To be more precise, 'If you're stronger than you are, you can win' - it seemed like that kind of battle.

So it's not Mr. Villey in front of you who should be fighting.

The only thing you should get over is yourself so far.

For the first time in Mr. Villey's life, I was able to reach Mr. Villey when I exceeded his image.

So if it doesn't change.

Unless it evolves.

If we don't find a new side that I've never had before...

On the front side, the nerves rubbed off so fast that they continued their combat arithmetic, while I thought about that.

And consciousness returns to the battle every now and then in the midst of a torrent.

To my astonishment, my flesh kept in too short an interval, recirculating all the lightning rain and Mr. Villey's slaughter to be seen.

Distance enough to reach each other's blades instead.

Interval enough to hear each other breathe.

Mr. Villey tried to get away from me at all.

I'm trying to get a little closer to Mr. Villey.

Cut into several hundred lilies and thousands of fits while visibly changing the standing position.

Enter the valley between the building and the building. Swordlight flashes in a dim alley, brilliant as fireworks. Mr. Villey leaps. Kick the left and right building walls and go up repeatedly with a triangle flight. I'll follow you too. The excited "SEAL" residual light draws the trajectory. Leaving the tail of the deep purple light to gaze through the ice blue orbit. Fly between buildings to zigzag. He played slashing each other repeatedly crossing (head on), eventually to the roof.

Jumping out into the sky, me and Mr. Villey each stepped down to the roof of a different building.

Of course I don't stop. We immediately kicked the concrete and jumped again. We no longer only have each other in mind. All I can think about is approaching my opponent and waving my sword.

Clash.

From rooftop to rooftop as we hit each other with the blade as it were. Bridge of ice pale (ice blue) and deep purple (deep purple) light between the building and the building. We keep fighting as we jump over the city.

Run through the city.

Eventually I stepped down to the big rooftop. Apparently it was originally a parking lot. We both recognize that it's big enough to stop and fight. Until now, we had cut it off in unstoppable air, and we chose the place for the battlefield, as we agreed.

Confrontation. And outbursts.

Metal sound that doubles before. That instantly folds with dozens or hundreds.

Mr. Villey's sword flashes were sharp and intense over time. A pale sword rushes at an unstoppable rate in his eyes. It's as sharp as if they were going to slash you just for touching the trajectory of the remnants left in the air. Yet when it becomes like a whip, it folds up like a machine gun. The rpm keeps going up.

But I didn't lose either. I'm getting used to Mr. Villey's movement and speed. I've also learned my habits. Every day I am strangely able to cope with swordsmanship that has been flirted with. This is the second time I've ever been relative to Mr. Villey, if I think about it. It's not the same as without previous information. That's probably why Mr. Villey is getting more serious about slaughtering than he did then, but still being able to fight more than each other.

But that's the same thing over there.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, Mr. Villey's sword muscle changed exquisitely. From the powerful and upright unshakeable to the weak, unstable and shaky. In baseball terms, it's like changing from hardball to softball. It won't be a big change from the side. But it's a big difference for me to actually get slaughtered.

"Ku...... Huh!?

The timing of change is also nasty again. He was after my most hateful moment. [M]

The "point" where swords and swords collide is, so to speak, one "coordinate". Whether I'm going to calculate it or not, I'm really going to be aware of it during the fight. The white tiger on the right hand side will be hit back with that "coordinate", so use that recoil to turn the left moonlight (Mondenrich) towards that "coordinate" over there, because it will be played there again - in the wind.

But the "coordinates" went crazy.

Instead of two, three, ten, twenty, all the flow I was reading was broken. It is all recomputed from the beginning.

The boulder is Mr. Villey, the human opponent's rush is still beyond my reach.

[But].

――

I know the sword.

[So].

――――

Take turns.

Ever since, I've been doing the math on your fat muscle,

"- Huh!"

[With the other me].

Cut, and the switch switched in my head.

"- Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

Adapted.

I also changed my movements to match Mr. Villey's sword muscle, which changed.

Perfect.

To suck.

"-!?

Stunning runs on Mr. Villey's face. It must have been one of the hands of the synagogue even there. This is what I thought of the sudden drop in change.

But I covered it. [M] I responded beautifully to Mr. Villey's change.

"Raaah!

Continuous metal sound.

The movement of my hands also changed as Mr. Villey's thickened muscles changed, bouncing back all the shooting rain pouring this way before the force could mount it.

An obvious impatience appeared on Mr. Villey's face this instant.

"- Huh...!

And [time will come].

I'm sure there's less than ten seconds left.

From the time and thought that Mr. Villey activated the support ceremony, the slowest one. Even if we calculate from there, three minutes will soon pass.

[The moment] comes within less than ten seconds, even the slowest possibility I can think of.

I can still withstand Mr. Villey's onslaught.

But Mr. Villey can't take me down in ten seconds. No matter how much Mr. Villey is a "sword lady" and I am a "hunter", I will never let him do it willingly. Whatever.

- You can win...!

So I was convinced. I felt a response. I saw a light of hope.

Poke through the gaps in the moment when Mr. Villey's assistive art ceremony is lifted as it is, and decide on the battle at once.

Let's settle this battle.

- Absolutely win!

It was the moment I thought.

"... ever."

Phew, and Mr. Villey, out of his expression, suddenly,

During the battle,

[I let go of my sword].

- What...?

For a moment, my head dyes blank.

Too unlikely to happen, I can't help but be punched in the void.

Did you throw away your sword? On the way to slashing each other head-on? You're saying you threw away the battle? No, stupid, that's impossible. Is that some kind of trap? It's a bluff, yes, it must be. But with what intent? What's the aim? What the hell am I supposed to do from here, be a hand in reversal? Shit, I don't know. I can't read it. I don't understand what Mr. Villey is thinking at all. No, wait. Isn't this how Mr. Villey wants me to think? Don't you have the soul guts to saturate your thoughts and stop me from moving? Then no. Don't think, don't stop moving, don't fit in during surgery, it's that pot over there I think, move, chop, move, move, move, move, move, move, move, move!

"Gosh...!

A moment when Liverdeen, who fell out of Mr. Villey's hand, hasn't even touched the ground yet. My high-speed thoughts popped up the conclusion that I had emptied myself with a burning rpm, without hesitation. Normally, it doesn't even make a gap, while it's too slight. A moment's gap between there and there.

Yet they poked me there.

"My loss."

and Mr. Villey, who had made a light declaration, raised his hands and indicated his intention to surrender.

Now it's time for me to be struck by a stunned lightning bolt without a threshold. My whole body is stiff, momentarily but completely stops moving. I suddenly lost myself when my right hand stood still trying to release the slaughter.

It was a deadly gap by the time it was complete.

If Mr. Villey had kept his sword in his hand, it would have been me who had been slashed.

There, Mr. Villey stuffed the intermission with a special walking method with his arms up, rinsing, and fleshing.

Stay put for some reason, I can hug you.

"- Is...?

Usually I spill dumb voices like 'hea' and 'buha', but now I've been in combat mode on boulders, so I got a serious questionable voice for the price.

Bear Hugs - it wasn't. Mr. Villey held my back softly and invited his nervous, hardened body into his nostalgia.

It darkens in front of me and my entire face is covered in something soft.

- What, hey...!?

I don't know what that means. I just don't understand what's going on. Smells good. That smells so good. My head shall be Po Wan.

Carrarallan, and now the sound of Liverdeen falling into concrete reached my ears.

"Thank you, Mr. Rug. It was so nice."

Mr. Villey's whispering comes down from above his head. The words sounded exotic to me as though I was still nervous or, conversely, nervous. Warm in front of my face. Fluffy. It feels sweet.

- Oh, what, what do you mean? Well, me, now, Mr. Villey's got me, I guess.

So the thought circuit shorted.

Batin, and there was a noise in my head that cut some line.

"I really enjoyed it. Yeah, I'm more than satisfied. I'll have to thank Princess Xiaolong later."

No longer turned into a stone statue to me, Mr. Villey's words of gratitude only sounded like a memory of a Buddha or something.

"But before you do, you should thank my brave man now."

The soft thing that was in front of me separated, and the light came into my eyes. But I still couldn't move.

Shh, whisper with your right ear.

"Please fight me again. You won't lose next time."

Chiu.

Something soft and warm pressed against my right cheek, different from the one I just had.

"Ah..."

My voice leaked unexpectedly. My throat shook on its own, and the noise rang on its own - that was the voice. A blurry tremor ran through his spine, feeling his whole body paralyzed.

Shit, I thought first.

This is - No, this is Mr. Villey's biggest attack.

The ultimate weapon for a quick throw.

I admitted to losing earlier on in my mouth, but no, as for Mr. Villey, you actually think he really lost - this is no good.

Got hit.

I've been hit.

'Cause there's no way I'm not gonna fall for doing this.

Mr. Villey should be familiar with that.

You must be witnessing this once and for all.

Yet Mr. Villey [kissed] me on my cheek.

So, definitely.

Absolutely.

Mr. Villey chose the path to "losing the game" and "winning the battle".

I chose the last person standing while I surrendered.

Bad.

Where did the pride of the knight go?

No, well, it's smart when it comes to smart.

If you say it sounds like Mr. Villy, it sounds like Mr. Villy.

No, my head turns white.

Consciousness goes far.

- Oh... Hanu, I'm sorry...

Maybe it's dyed bright red to the tip of my ear. I knew I'd lost my mind as usual.

I'm scared when I wake up, and I think just before I fall into the dark.

We beat Mr. Villey in a "match" and lost in a "fight".