The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

A little wind blew.

Immediately afterwards, a huge hitting sound echoes around the perimeter, and at the same time a loud shock wave blows around the perimeter.

The center of it… No, should it be called a 'blast site' because of the damage?

One man in red and gold dressing, wrapped in red feathers.

One woman wrapped in black monochrome gear like wrapped in darkness.

My brother and my sister.

Those two were catching their canes and swords together.

The two stared into each other's eyes with a seriously extreme look, and the silver and deep red glances - dull, braced.

Two figures scratch off the spot as soon as possible, and bursting sounds continuously.

- It was a collision sound between weapons and weapons.

Released too sharply, and quickly and strongly, they sound similar to bursting sounds, while constantly targeting the opponent's steeple.

but not the two who allow it, but each time they get their stuff together, hit across the street, and every time a new burst sounds.

- Totally, mutually qualified.

Five and five minutes for physical ability.

Experience points go much higher in chaos and much higher in gins when it comes to diversity.

Hence, double qualification.

We can't pull each other off because their overall strength is mutually qualified, we can't move on, only the rigid state lags behind.

but that still doesn't mean there are no live channels.

(The more in a hurry, the greater the chance of a mistake)

(... I mean, it's better to induce mistakes first, grab the flow)

What both males think is the same.

- To not be in a hurry, but to keep choosing only the pale and best hand.

If you hit the wrong hand with even one hand, it will happen to cut you off from there.

I mean, it's like a kind of stuffed chess thing.

But what you're betting on is your own life, and whatever it is, be it tactical or feint, it has to be done as overwhelming pressure and killing mingles and the murder weapon passes in front of your own eyes. Therefore, that tension is not just a ratio of stuffing chess.

but i imagined this from the edge.

The opponents so far, each other guessed beforehand.

So there is no surprise, and the two of them do their best to kill each other.

"Haaaa!

"Raah!"

The shaken wand intersects the shaken sword, blowing shockwaves all around again.

A dull pain runs through his hands and neck - shortly afterwards, Gin's forward kick hits straight into the belly of chaos.

"but...... ghhh!

A moment of groaning leaked from her mouth at the shock that was just piercing her body, but as she quickly devoured her teeth and stared at Ginn, she grabbed her left leg with one hand slapped into her own stomach.

"Nah."

"... Gotcha"

Let them cut the meat and break the bones.

It is an operation that can be made too simple and, above all, effective in a battle between opponents of balanced strength.

Yes, Ginn also guessed in an instant, putting his chaotic hands on his feet wherever he was, but the countless' hands' created from her belly were firmly capturing Ginn's feet, and Ginn's sight, which accidentally held her cheeks together - boom, brah.

Shortly afterwards his body was heavily beaten to the ground, and its impact alone cracks the castle and crushes the earth.

Alpha or Satan - No, Kyoka's shoulders tremble with fear as she watched beside her in that battle that seemed to destroy the world by the aftermath alone, but also the demonic realm created much harder than the rest of the world, which even transcended the power held by Gil and Kuse.

"... Gin"

I remember.

The grin he sent to her earlier.

An uneasy emotion springs from within my heart without any help in that grin.

That fact that the man, who would otherwise have fought alone and deserved it, is calling her to this occasion more than anything else, to the point of making a promise and fighting.

How - unusual that is.

(... anxiety, what is it?)

Why he didn't rely on anyone until he called himself a powerless one.

Fear of death, which he was telling before he fought, could not be helped.

Remember that look, she squeezes her fist.

"... because I'm waiting"

There are only a few things I can do.

But I'm sure he wants that limited.

I'm scared of death, I'm so scared of getting out in front of this other guy.

So I was wondering if you could keep an eye on me.

No matter how muddy or scratched you get.

Believe in yourself, I want you to wait.

Suppose that thought was put into that 'laugh'.

"... because I believe you'll be back"

Unwavering trust in him.

The peace of mind that you will wait for me.

That thought, which does not even take shape and does not serve as a clear force.

Whether you heard her or not, I don't know.

Still beaten to the ground, Ginn spitting blood out of his mouth.

Still thin, I was laughing.

He beat me up and spit out blood.

Still laughing, he worked out a lot of magic.

"Shadow, split up!

Moments later, another gin appears over the chaos and uses both her legs to tighten her neck.

The face of chaos was distorted only for a moment by that attack that was poked into the void, but the pitch-black spear summoned from her back refracted several times and pierced its shadowy body.

But for a moment, his face was distorted and his consciousness turned to the shadow.

With that, it's easy to get out of custody.

"'Shadowing'...... ugh"

Gin's voice sounded - shortly afterwards, Gin's legs kicked up the jaw of chaos as he slipped through the restraint.

"but......, guh"

Blood overflowing in my mouth on my heavily bounced jaw.

It was chaos that groaned unexpectedly in too much pain, but I quickly regained my sword and threw my gaze forward.

There was a figure of Ginn ejecting a shadow from his left foot, and he slammed the ground with his cones and toes, looking over the crumbling castle with his moonlight eyes to show it.

"... the world will break, but first, or we will break, but first"

"What, you will perish in my battle. It will be the world and the hope."

Though he smiles small and bitter at the words, his soothingly silver eyes capture the chaos.

The opposing chaos also turns its gaze to Gin, with deep red and silver, the two gazes crossing again.

And then again - run out.

Its speed is even faster than earlier, when the golden wand and the pitch-black sword cross again in front of the eye.

Shortly afterwards, however, on the left hook released from the chaos, Ginn felt that the sword was a decoy. At the same time, he flexed his fist and pulled up the sword, placing Caduceus on the belt of his waist.

And put up your fists.

When he is half-hearted, drops his center of gravity, and puts his fists in place, and the chaos also puts the black sword into the sheath of his hips, he puts both fists up and shows them softly.

- Fighting style.

Both that can still fist their unshakeable fighting spirit as the castle collapses.

And fists get in the way.

"Huh......!

It is Gin's fist that is released at the same time as he exhales briefly.

That dagger, and in the fight, Gin's technique has reached a vicious extreme breath, and suddenly chaos smiles at that fist, which has been aimed at the nose head at the shortest distance, but fists by shifting away from the upper body all the time.

And to fit is the right straight that gained momentum.

That fist with black magic approaches Gin's face at a vicious speed - and Gin's head disappears from the fist's orbital circle all the time.

Chaos, stunned by its sight, opens its eyes, if you look at you uncomfortably on the right side of your sight all the time, there's a cross counter of left fists drawing a beautiful cross and approaching.

(Ma, first -)

Chaos, which he perceived impossible to fist at, quickly steps in and exits his head from the cross counter's orbital flames by 'increasing' momentum.

Immediately after, a strong blow just behind his head passes too far, and the chaos, sweating cold at too much power, leaps off the spot a few steps, fisting and looking at Ginn.

There is a figure of Ginn who stops there with his fist swinging through, convinced of the fact that there is chaos in his appearance, in his eyes.

(... this man, speaking of technology alone, is better than Satan -)

"- Is that a thought?

Shortly afterwards, I resented myself terribly for thinking for a moment about that voice I heard from in front of me.

Anyway, this man has a number of ways to pack the distance in an instant.

Seeing him dive into his own pocket in an instant, Ginn opened that right-handed fist - wide open.

- Palm bottom?

The hour is already too late for the chaos that instantly led to the answer.

"-" The Breaking Bell (Crash Bell) ""

That blow that bears his name.

It punctured the belly of chaos so that it was sucked in - and her face was heavily distorted.

A palm bottom pierced his belly, and what he felt shortly afterwards was vivid pain piercing inside his body.

It was like being stabbed by a giant pile in the gut, a blow that cut off the heart and spirit, not the outside but the inside, not the trauma, as if he had been chopped in the gut by tapping a bell with a tree.

It was a chaos that showed a moment of rigidity in its too shock, but not a gin that misses that moment of rigidity.

- You showed me a gap.

Shortly afterwards, the short upper is relentlessly knocked in by bending over into a lean letter and making sure to strike down the lower jaw.

Blood bounced, chaotic bodies bounced up from jaw to jaw - and Ginn's knee broke.

"but..."

If you look at him, there was a fist pierced in his face that was unleashed on the counter, and for what the fist of chaos was shaking off from the top, the amount of damage caused by this blow was more upward in the fist of chaos.

"... but yes..., gap,? In other words, it's a great opportunity, a good opportunity. It's hard for you to be so sure of victory."

"Oh, yeah... kay!

So laughing, Ginn ran out again.

The opposing chaos had taken the stance of being fisted and received, and Ginn stepped forward without straying.

The right hook is used to roll it out.

That blow to the side head, though, is stopped by a chaotic raised guard, and the left hook released shortly afterwards is also stopped with the right arm of chaos and shaken off.

Shortly afterwards, a kick of chaos approached Gin's belly, and silver, who saw it in the corner of his sight, raised his right foot to guard it - shortly afterwards, he slammed his own forehead against the forehead of chaos.

- but she leans her neck with a single hair.

In the chaos where there was only a second time there was no laughter, I could see Gin peeling his fangs off at the edge of his vision, trying to bite him into the neck of chaos with the momentum of his head slammed.

"- Huh!? That's what you're after!

Behind her brain, the figure of Ginn, who devoured Apollon, passes.

Impossible, impossible.

From what I thought, this man who did it.

(This guy... [Impossible] doesn't work.)

It was chaos that frowned on the sharp pain that would immediately come to the back of my hand when I immediately put my left hand against my neck muscle to prevent biting - but what struck me shortly afterwards was the feeling of 'sucking (...) and (...) and (...) ru (...)'.

I was baffled for a moment by the feeling that it was eaten, but also different - soon afterwards, Gabba and I flew backwards a lot.

What I felt in my hand that was on my neck muscle was the feel of my hand, not my teeth.

If you use teeth, you cannot use energy drains that devour existence.

I mean...

"- You fooled me!

At the end of his gaze, there is the appearance of a more intimidating Gin earlier, who stares at the status of "taken away" from within himself with a large clench of teeth.

At the end of that gaze is the figure of Ginn showing off his spare time with his hands hanging out.

"Normally I can't eat your presence. So I let you smoke normally, your status."

Normally used energy drain.

The more status you smoke, the more you move, the more you will return to the original owner.

- Still, I can force you to an absolute disadvantage until you get back.

Before that fact, chaos made his teeth snap wide open.