- Keane.
I heard a tall noise.
Sword and sword bumped into each other.
Sparks scatter as he continues to stand with Kin, Kin and Kin.
The reworked simulation began with my surprise attack.
It goes into a straight line and slashes it with a small motion.
The protection of the Souranian manipulators is strong, and there is no gap in it.
But that's within our assumptions.
That's a sharp slaughter.
Those words came out of a thoroughbred Souranian maniac.
"Looks like you can still afford it"
"A little critical, I guess. I can't read the sword muscle. It's not this dark."
My slaughter is careful not to be able to read the origin.
There are limits to watching and moving under the moonlight.
That's why the tricks ahead come alive.
"Ha!"
The temper flashes, releasing a thrust aimed at the midline.
"What!
Souranium manipulators shun to the right.
When you are aggressive, deal with it the way you are best at it.
In the case of Souranium manipulators, to the right.
Enough if you know that.
"Lord, why don't you take this a little more seriously?
Shalazad's words are ignored.
I have already shown my witchcraft in front of Shalazad several times.
Recently I also fought the Moon Warcraft opponent.
I guess I look out of hand because I remember that. [M]
Fight without magic today.
But as it is, attacks that exceed the response power of Souranium operators are likely to be difficult.
I've already planted it. It's time to set it up.
My father taught me how to fight people. A special move to use when you really have to fight your enemies.
Change the tempo of the attack.
"Ugh!?
Souranium manipulators panicked for the first time.
I'm making my eyes black and white, but still, what a grab.
I heard it's a high-end military lineage, but I can tell how much training I've had since I was a child.
This responsiveness shouldn't be just about talent.
Because I am now making you think of me as the right, moving to the left, making you think of me as the left, moving to the right.
It's not a feint.
The movement of the muscles, the inclination of the body, the gaze movement, they all move to actually make you think so.
But I'm not weighing in on the motion.
He makes it look like he's attacking from the right, leaving his weight to the left.
The attack therefore comes from the left.
The slaughter will fly from the direction the Souranium manipulators tried to escape.
He then mixes the feints once every few degrees, plus an attack that actually weighs him in.
In the void is fruit. Makes it look like fruit and void.
Which is the fate and which is the feint.
Whether it comes from the right or from the left, I made sure I couldn't make that decision at all.
"This is tough."
He couldn't pretend anymore, and when he paid my little sword, the Souranian manipulator jumped big.
"Too bad"
They got away.
"It's horrible to be able to attack like that at that age. You should have brought up the spear."
Exhale and the Souranium maniac laughs bitterly.
"Are you done yet?
I asked him what he wanted.
"No... I need to show you a little better as a senior. So let me get you out of here now."
He regains his sword with both hands and walks in with a Souranic maniac. It's the walk of the strong.
Don't go in time. No, an exact, unparalleled slaughter has hit me. They're definitely coming for the steeple.
And a blow, a blow heavy and fast.
There will be differences in stature, but you have absolute confidence in a series of attacks.
So the sword is heavier than I imagined.
"... cum"
Now I'm on the defensive side.
In the environment of night, and because it is the type of sword I know, I am able to deal with it.
Souranium maniacs were foolish honest and helpful.
Typical shapes of each country are taught carefully by their fathers.
So to speak, an attack of this magnitude is' familiar '.
"This is really amazing. If it belongs to our team, I wonder if it has a medium strength."
Glad to hear your praise, but this one's pretty critical.
Think of the slaughter as it circulates.
How do I attack now?
Exactly. Dark utensils and fingerprints would be bad.
"It's being pushed, Lord."
"Shut up."
I said it back to Charazard.
We need to focus now.
Souranium manipulators laughed.
It would have seemed like a roaring back to a Souranic maniac who could not hear the words of Shalazad.
You might have thought I'd run out of room.
In fact, it's true we can't afford it.
And I also feel stuck.
"It's time to settle."
"That's exciting"
Souranium manipulators who don't afford to.
The attack won't loosen my hand.
But I like that.
If you're attacking me, we're close in time.
Move forward without fear of attack.
The Souranian manipulator goes down and tries to keep a certain distance, but I'm better at walking.
Gradually, the time gets clogged, making it the perfect distance for me.
I'll give you sword speed here.
You would have thought I'd come to an end. But no.
"Yeah?"
I stepped in more.
It's a super close call. Even I'm too close.
This distance you can touch each other.
"It's over."
Foot payment - avoided.
Elbow Strike - Gets Guarded.
This place is already between martial arts.
I put up a fight because I thought it was a sword fight. [M]
Still going on.
Hit, pay, hit, hit, hit, hit.
Aim at the belly, chest, arms, face, face, face.
I've already let go of my little sword.
Meanwhile, the Souranium manipulators still hold the sword.
Several clean hits came out.
You're doing great.
Split it up and down, dealing small amounts of damage.
Souranium manipulators give themselves up for guards to deal with in earnest.
I was waiting for this.
Martial arts is a feint to let the Souran operators go in to protect them.
A flash of ski. I'll get it here.
I grabbed my arm and hips and threw.
Yes, I was after the throwing moves. Everything up until now is pretentious.
I threw it by diving from the bottom.
The body of a souranium manipulator dances in the air.
"Come on!"
I'm turning myself around. Do you want to deal with this too?
But it looks like the moves have won.
The Souranium maniac was beaten to the earth by a spin.
Yay, I won.
When I thought so, the sword of a Souranium manipulator was stuck around my neck.
Souranium maniacs who didn't let go of their swords until the end didn't give up hunting my neck even when they hit me in the back on the ground.
"... we lost"
There's a way to cook as much as you want after you put him to sleep on the earth, but apparently the battle came on before he slept. With my loss.
"That was an awesome obsession. It was all paper."
Souranium manipulators rose.
My back seems to be hurting and I'm staring at my face.
"I never thought I'd let go of my sword until the end,"
I thought I'd give up when I put up a fight.
"I thought you were hiding something from my wife. I didn't think we could lose our means of attack.... It was a good battle. I'm going to use this as an opportunity to work out again."
I won't be luxurious if I win. He's handsome, but he's humble.
Souranium manipulators have got their hands on it.
I'll give you my hand too.
Disappointingly stiff handshake.
I lost, but I had a good experience.
"Thanks"
"Thank you for coming."
"I'm glad to have such a reliable junior."
When I said that, the Souranian maniac floated a handsome smile.
When I thought my white teeth were chilling...... one was missing...... I slowly fell to the ground.
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My fist and palm bottom were hitting me in the face a few times when I was fighting.
No way, with that... broken?