When I throw the word, Horace only wakes up his upper body swollen.
"Pretty good at it, huh? But you don't think that's the end of Ola, do you?
"No way."
Earlier I just paid for the grumpy bug by hand.
That's why we haven't even put out a hundredth of what we mean.
"Huh. You are quite strong. But Ola's stronger."
"That's an odd encounter. I tried to throw up the same dialogue. If you don't know the difference in strength from your opponent, you also know the power of Shadoger's country."
"... Huh! Don't make fun of Ola's country!
Horace gets angry when he pulls it together.
He holds the giant axe of an example that was falling to the ground, facing me.
And Horace caught a nigga's mouth angle,
"Call me either way. As far as the battle goes, you're a wizard, aren't you? Unleash your magic as you please."
"I don't know what you're up to. If that's the case, don't hesitate to let me go."
I put together a firespeare magic ceremony.
Earlier, Lara smelled ten flaming spears, but I'm ten times that —— a hundred.
"First of all, it's just a handful of research."
Fire Firespear simultaneously.
A flaming spear strikes Horace from all directions.
Even if a warrior can avoid one or two of them, it will be impossible to do everything.
But.
"Whoa, whoa!
Horace roars.
And he's swinging an axe and trying to get rid of all the firespears coming his way.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Horace. It's an axe move that never stops in my eyes. Ahhhhhhhh! I'm going to slap down one Kurt player's magic without leaving it. Uh-huh!
Mm-hmm. From me, it still didn't turn out to be a blunt move, but it's certainly quite a move by this era standard.
But the voice of reality overlooks one important thing.
I knocked it off with no one left and not just deactivated it......
"Well, don't do funny imitations"
I've beaten a single firespear back with that axe.
It retains my magical power and precision.
I betrayed the Lord and prevented Firespeare from turning his fangs in junction magic.
"Ha, ha. What do you say, surprised?
Shortness of breath, Horace asks.
"What is it?
"I wouldn't have thought you'd come back with your magic intact."
Horace gave me a good look.
Horace doesn't use magic. Nor was magic granted to the axe.
Simple body (...) body (...) ability (...) power (...) has brought my magic back.
To make it possible, the wind pressure that causes even the storm. And even light will require speeds that exceed.
But.
"Is that the limit with just pride of power? I can beat back every hundred copies."
"Don't bullshit me......!
You thought I made a joke, Horace distorts his face.
But it's true. It just seems hilarious to have you on track to this extent.
"Then give it a try."
Quickly make a call against Horace.
"Now attack as you please. I don't use magic. Let this tree (...) sword (...) prevent everything. It's easy for you to imitate that."
It is a wooden sword received from Desmond.
"Don't be silly! It's like a stick of wood like that, there's no way you can prevent Ora from attacking you perfectly!
"What's up? You don't think I can do this? Don't bark, just call me."
"... it's too late to regret your death."
Horace grips the axe with both hands.
"Whoa, whoa!
Pack your distance from me in an instant.
And just like Lara, she's been waxing a series of attacks with an axe.
Hundred shots in between blows. All of that is such a heavy blow that even a giant demon can blow it away.
"Again, to this extent."
Exhale.
I manipulated the wooden sword with one hand and took Horace's strike in a row.
"Become...! What do you mean? That's just a stick of wood, this is a giant axe! How come it's not broken!?
"Um, sure this is just a (...) stick (...) of a tree (...). But depending on how you use it, it's comparable to a sword that never breaks like this."
Even if you haven't imparted magic, there's no way you can beat Horace or anything else who's just waving an axe at the mercy of his power.
"Was a country called Shadger a small village? I don't know if I'm proud of the village's best power, but I didn't know it would be as prestigious as this... still no big deal for a country called Shadger"
…… I'll fool Ora's country. Ahhhhhhhh!
Dare to provoke and lure Horace in.
In combat, anger is just enough if you don't get used to it.
Horace's axe as he penetrates linearly,
"Hmm."
Run away from the side with a wooden sword.
Then the axe moved away from Horace's hand and fell to the ground.
"Ku......!
I step on Horace's hand, trying to pick it up right away.
"You're lying about not using magic! There's no way Ora would delay a wizard who doesn't use magic!
"Ha... I didn't know you were so low brain"
Step on the gritty and his wrist.
Horace distorted his face with pain, but didn't even leak one of his screams.
You sound like a pretty patient man.
If this doesn't break his pride, the battle won't end.
Let's do a power comparison.
I fall asleep, poke my elbow and offer my right hand.
"You know the game called Army Fighter?
"Whatever. It was also called arm wrestling (not anymore) in Ora's country. What's that?
"It's a pleasure. Do you want me to?"
Even more anger seeps into his expression as to whether Horace has been hurt in his pride.
An Army Fighter is a competition where those who hold each other in one hand and push it to the ground win......
They really need a lot of technology... but this would be the best way to do a simple force comparison.
"Are you insane?
"Oh. If you can beat me with this arm fighter, I'll apologize or whatever. You win the game, too."
"You're not gonna lie about that, are you?
Horace will be in the same position as me in terms of his spare time.
"Press it whenever you want."
"Then... don't hesitate!
I can force myself into Horace's right arm, which is as thick as Marutai.
But... no matter how much he pushes my hand, he won't move.
"Gugugugugugugugugugu..."
"Is that what you mean?
"Hey, lick it. Ahhhhhh!
Is it because of too much force, Horace's face turns bright red like a tomato?
Well, shall we end the entertainment?
"I'm gonna put a little effort into this."
I push his right hand lightly too.
Then.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The sharply bent man's arm bent in an unexpected direction and slipped straight into the ground.
"Um, if Horace's hand rubbed on the ground, it would've been over."
But around Horace's right hand, there was a crack on the ground.
Apparently, Horace's right arm was fractured by the current shock, and he leaked his voice as best he could with less "uhh..." of pain.
"Don't get on with your pride of strength to that extent. At least you can lift the mountain with one hand before you challenge me to fight."