The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

Until now, I have not done everything in my battle with Fenrill.

If I put it correctly, I was dedicated to avoiding attacks with as little health consumption as I could.

It is clear that the short-term showdown in the present situation is against me.

I knew that, so I was trying to keep my strength down as long as I could.

Remove the restriction now.

"Ahhh!

Raising my voice, I pack my own distance to Fenrill and get beaten up.

For a moment, Fenrill puts his guard on his face against me for suddenly becoming belligerent.

But the confusion was only for a few moments.

"Fi-i"

Fenrill grinned at his face when he decided that my actions were something he had stopped doing.

And then he waves up his bloody nails at me slowly coming at me.

There was an absolute confidence floating around that if I hit it directly from the front, it couldn't be anything like losing to me.

─ ─ Without realizing that's what I wanted to do.

Mutant Ultra Difficult Warcraft attacks, no matter how much physical enhancement skills you have, have nothing to take with your fists alone.

I know that from experience so far.

That's why I fought for the counter from the beginning.

Yet why did I hit Fenrir with all my might?

All of that was to invite Fenrill to attack.

Make sure Fenrill tries to shake down his heavily shaken nails and I slow down the run.

That's when Fenrill realizes I was after something too.

But it was too late.

Fenrill's fingernails, shaken down, don't stop anymore.

I laugh as I look at my fingernails passing in front of me.

"Now it's my turn"

It was easy for me to imagine the nail trajectory, which I had been subjected to scattered attacks until now.

Avoiding it according to its nail trajectory or even attacking it according to its nail.

"Ha!

Shortly after Fenrill shook his nails down, I was rolling out a kick at that timing.

The kick that hits the side of the nail further destroys Fenrill's forefoot by passing the impact.

"Fiiii ─ ─ i!!"

Roll to the ground to shelter your nails as Fenrill screams sadly.

I smile small at that Fenrir figure.

"... Huh!

But it wasn't until I looked Fenrill in the eye that I was smiling.

It is easy to imagine that Fenrill's appearance, which bleeds a lot of blood from his nails and is bored by pain, is near the limit.

In such a state, it should be noted that in Fenrill's eyes there was a flame of hatred that would not weaken.

And there was a mockery of me in that flame of hatred.

... could not disable Fenrill's nails.

It was then that I understood that.

Hopefully, a blow from killing momentum once with a fake wasn't powerful enough.

"Shibuki!"

In contrast to me, who accidentally maligned him, Fenrill deepens his mockery look.

The best prospect of crushing one of the means of attack, that's all we've avoided.

That's what I said.

I can't hide my frustration at the look on Fenrir's face.

But that was all my reaction.

I show no agitation whatsoever and run out to Fenrill.

"Fii!?"

Fenrill was to expose his upset more to my attitude like that.

Despite being crushed by the prospect of nail powerlessness, the confusion has not been concealed from me, who moved away without any hesitation.

Without realizing that that attitude is also responsible for delays in fatal reactions.

To such a Fenrill, I turn my fist.

"So I told you"

The best thing Fenrill's nails could have done was to be powerless.

But Fenrill's nail powerlessness was not my primary purpose.

Then, if Fenrill's nails can be powerless, it's only to that extent of luck.

Even if it turns out to be faux and weak, there's one reason why we prioritized attacking it for sure.

─ ─ Because it's to create enough clearance for me to go on a one-turn offense.

"From now on, it's my turn."

At that moment, Fenrill finally realizes she doesn't have time to be bored with pain and tries to distance herself from me.

But I didn't make it anymore.

When I stood up to escape, I saw Fenrill's body in range.

With all the last resistance, Fenrir shelters his body with the nails of my kicker earlier.

And my onslaught began.

"Haaaaaaah!

"Fi-i!

A second has passed since the onslaught.

I didn't think about it later, I was slamming the attack on Fenrill with all my might.

Fist, kick, knee, elbow.

Mr. Ronald tells me to knock the attack into Fenrill's body just about here.

Fenrill, on the other hand, was desperately moving his injured forefoot and protecting himself from my attack.

It looks like the severe pain is eroding your body, but I guess you don't even have room to care about it.

I am desperately trying to withstand my onslaught as I roar.

Three seconds have passed since the onslaught.

By that time, Fenrill's forelegs were in a state where he couldn't even catch up with the word bloody.

To such nails, I launch an attack anyway.

I no longer consider the power of an attack.

focus solely on attacking anyway.

One attack can't do a lot of damage to Fenrill's body, but he continues to attack with all his might to push him into a situation where he can't fight back.

Five seconds have passed since the onslaught.

"Fiiii......!

Though the blow is weak, Fenrill begins to leak a groan of anguish as the militants suffer multiple attacks with combined transmission skills.

My forelegs are even more damaged and I would have limited time to shelter my body anymore.

And if I can be attacked by Fenrill's body, my victory will be confirmed.

But Fenrill hadn't given up yet.

Fenrill tries desperately to withstand my attack with injured nails, while distorting his face in pain.

In the meantime, Fenrir and I meet each other in the eye.

The Fenrill's eyes were straight through me.

I guess you're the limit, too, he said.

"Ha, ha."

... For some time now, the unstoppable rough breath was proof above all of Fenrill's words.

Like Fenrir, I don't have much strength left. Ah.

My lungs are bitter and my field of view narrows because of the lack of acid.

My lung vitality and endurance are increased by being able to use my physical enhancement to the maximum.

But that was the limit already.

My arms are heavy as lead.

It was no longer all I could do was punch him with a grump.

Still, a little more.

Almost, we can break through Fenrill's forefoot.

There was no way I could give up here.

Really the last one.

I raise my roar.

"Ha, ha, ha!!"

"Fiii!!"

Fenrill makes even more sad shouts with my fist gaining more power.

Still, Fenrill is desperately eating up.

If you stand here, I can't move anymore.

That's what I know, I scratch my feet desperately.

"Fiiii ─ ─ i!?"

And seven seconds after the onset of the onslaught, Fenrill's forefoot finally left the front of his body.

A relaxed forefoot is bounced with blood and Fenrill's body is empty.

Finally visited, the moment I've been waiting for.

to Fenrill's abdomen. I slap my heavy fist with all my might.

"Fii"

To that blow, there was a glimmer of blood coming from Fenrill's mouth - that was my limit.

"Hiu."

I fall off my knees, staying in the position where I hit Fenrill.

"Ha, ha, ha"

there was nothing more I could do but seek air and gasp desperately

I don't even feel like I can move one arm anymore.

"Fi-i!

To beat me like that, Fenrill raised a small growl.

Slowly open your mouth and reveal your sharp fangs.

Stay put for a while, Fenrill didn't move.

I'm going to look at this one with a tight eye, as if you were trying to worry about me.

At that time, Fenrill was sure of the victory.

Without a doubt, I assumed that I would never lose again.

I couldn't help laughing because Fenrir didn't even try to hide the thought.

"Heh, heh. Oh, oh, I want to."

It's hard to just laugh because you're not breathing yet.

Yet I can't laugh.

Fenrir, who doesn't realize he's overwhelmingly disadvantaged, is crazy.

There is grump in Fenrill's eyes against me laughing.

To that figure, I find out that Fenrir doesn't know yet.

To the fact that all of my attacks so far have been just fabric stones.

"Sorry, and thanks. Narsena."

─ ─ It was from behind Fenrir that Fenrir realized that the moment he heard the voice.

"Fii-i?

Fenrir glances over.

Its eyes were above all eloquent, telling the story of Fenrill's perplexity.

Why, I can hear you.

I don't know how you could move when you were supposed to be all that hurt, just to say so.

The sad look on Fenrir's face showed that Fenrir had noticed his own lapse now.

Yes, Fenrill shouldn't have just focused on me.

Who are the enemies you really had to watch out for?

To Fenrill I finally realized, I laugh.

"Too bad. I am."

From the gap in Fenrill's body, I can see the person standing behind him.

What was there was your brother shaking his dagger up to Fenrill in a bloody state.