"Thoon, are you all right?
"Oh Doowe, I'm fine. Pity, but they saved my life."
Overshadow the superiority and inferiority with your enemies with only one craft and ingenuity. It's something that's not just for you, it's for the other person.
At least, Fuukei, who got serious, didn't neglect any of that ingenuity. In that sense, Fuukei was very decent and strong.
At first, or even in the battle with the Solemn Qing Squad, he basically stood around with only physical arts and the immortals that aided it. I mean, I guess he meant to practice with Suibok, who is his destiny.
"Pathetic... truly pitiful... to Lord Sangsui, I need you to shine more. Lord Eckezax, I wasted it, even though you warned me."
"All three, if you say so. At least I think so. I guess the gap around here is the difference between Sansui and Suibo over there."
The faces riding into Noah were once again at war. At least, the three of them who had been there earlier seemed to have stood around almost without gaps.
But still, I couldn't help but become disadvantaged. Even these three are like this, so I guess we couldn't help ourselves.
"Eckezacks...... the"
"... Probably, but it will be fine. Besides, Swibbock has already abandoned me. I'm not allowed to throw myself in this place."
As the sword of Suibok, shouldn't we fight?
That's what I thought, Festival. Blocking me, Eckezax shook his neck to the side.
Rather than that, this battle has already changed stages.
That's what Fuukei was going to kill all those who draw Swivok's currents.
But you'd be losing your intention to look at me now and do that.
"Whether Suibok wins or loses, either way, Fuukei's journey comes to an end. In that sense, all we can do is watch."
'Well, we need to get away with it more than that!
Noah was trying to rock the hull.
To be clear, we are caught in a battle between immortals.
"Oh, and this is the ship I'm on. That means we have a duty to see this fight through."
Cold damage has already occurred in this country at the moment.
That means that Rikyo's judgment has caused a great deal of damage to this country. Beyond the certainty that results would already be available here, Rikyo was obliged to see the results through to the end.
Of course, it was a casual logic.
"Oh, no more! Why are there so many Eight Kinds of Divine Treasures, but not just Pandora?! With Pandora, you could kill immortals or immortals!
Extreme statements by evacuation ships and others were popping up.
In fact, it was Pandora who wasn't there when I wanted her to be.
"Don't be rude, we'll see more battle than that. We fought the Immortals by waving our duty, and we ended up leaving them to the Immortals trying to get through the muscle path. At least make sure you can report it!
Everyone nods at the words of Rikkyo. Yes, what's about to start is a clash of people with more fighting abilities than trump cards.
Exactly, it will be a narrative grass to the last generation.
"Oh... I need to see it so I can talk to those four too"
The man who once devastated himself, the man who is here with more training. And he's facing an equivalent number of years old opponents.
As one born in tempera, we cannot miss this. Everyone on the ship was set up to watch the game, ignoring the opinions of the ship itself.
"Whoa, whoa...!
At this time, for the first time Vajra and Fuukei were in sync. In other words, it is fear of the person in front of you.
I can't help but be frightened of the swimbok I am now. I fear this man, who struck himself with lightning the heavenly spear more than once, helplessly.
I guess that fear is in the hearts of those who challenge heaven.
"... you're so impatient, including Vajra"
Seeing that prestige, Swivok, who was reaching an objective point, could not sympathize.
On top of that, intercept. That's what courtesy is all about.
At least, Fuukei outnumbered Suibok. It is not a raw and half override, it is an overwhelming override.
Attack, Defense, Mobility and Endurance. Nothing is so inferior to Swivok.
It was three thousand years of going for it, and there was now when we accomplished it.
"Well, the boulder is Fuukei. Don't die when you hit it."
"but ahhhhhh!
He cuts in diagonally, a swing of his whole body.
Exposed to that attack, avoid behind or step forward.
Now, before I wondered what was going on, Swivok was breaking his knee.
Very smooth, sitting upright so that your hips fall.
Before the blade of death unleashed in a desperate phase, its temperament was approximate in the posture of a front seat that could not be connected to the next motion.
Around the same face where the bulk looked bad, the confronting Fuukei could not quell the boiling frustration.
"Ooh!
Avoiding the cuts all over his body, Sanghukei flaunts to the side in a lower mood.
Vajra, whose sharpness is increased by the Qigong sword, should have been able to cut off Swivok without resistance, not using any hard work.
But there are no bodies left on the shaken spot either.
"Stay seated, tell me it's shrinking without warning?!
"Chi, no! Hey, Fuukei!
"Exactly, Fuukei. Over here."
Standing over Vajra by light martial arts, Suibok was grabbing Fuukei's face with his hand as he tried to see himself better.
"Power."
Naturally, the momentum of the nature shaken by the waves also passes to the opponent who has been strengthened by hard work. Of course, its effectiveness varies from site to site, but there is no reason for it to be safe if eaten with its face grabbed.
"There is!
"... even though I am full of heart, capture my broken face and this? To work out so far, boulders are fuukei"
Originally, it almost falls to the ground and cramps as it is. But still, Fuukei was stuck.
Guessing why, Suibok was down on the ground, letting go of his hand from Fuukei's head. On top of that, take a slight distance. Subtle position not reached by the sword and not even by the spear. I had chosen a slightly closer time to deal with it in fairy arts.
"Swimbok...... Swimbok!
"You, step on me!
"Is that true, too? Vajra, I'm sorry. Fuukei's penetration is sharper."
I'm inviting this one. I knew that.
Fuukei has, in a way, even thought about being in this situation.
And Swivok is numerically incapable of passing the attack on Fuukei.
Now you can win, Fuukei is not as dumb as you think. If you can defeat it with that, someone has defeated it for a while, and Fuukei has nothing to fear so far in the first place.
"As always...... you are making fun of others!
"Right... sorry. I was going to change it... but if you're so angry, I guess it's not fixed."
Suibok's standing position is, that is, an invitation to Fuukei.
Suibok's aim was obvious. Pull out steps such as the Spike of Fuukei stepping forward and stick a pneumatic sword into your throat and orbit at that time.
I dare be in time to get lost to make it look like I'm giving this one a choice.
Of course, there can be no fatal injury to Fuukei right now, but you can't still get your throat crushed and your eyes pierced unnecessarily.
"I've waited till today...... I'm not willing to rush!
I dare you to spread the word. Jump out big, make a distance.
In fairy art, stand around in the art of manipulating heaven. That should have been the subject. No, that's why I asked for Vajra.
"Right, let's do what's best for each other"
Naturally, humans move forward faster while facing forward than backward while facing forward.
Well, there was a one-beat difference between a man who thought there was no way he was going to punch in and a man who was going to punch in when he did.
Poke that beating difference and fill the gap between the spear and the sword. Plus, you don't have to step in any depth. Just stroke your eyes fast and precisely with the tip of a wooden sword. That's all, I wish I could have taken my sight away for a moment.
"Fuukei, you are as honest and serious as ever. If I have a problem, I think the answer is one. I don't care if you step in or step back."
They took my sight away for a moment, that's all. Recover in an instant, I can return.
But I don't know how many times they'll kill me in that moment. Fuukei knew it was Swibok who could do that.
"Whether you stop, glance, or cancer"
Even if his sight is taken away, if he is a immortal, he can feel the signs of his opponent. Swibbock is sure to be there, you can't lose sight of it if you lose your eyes.
Wave the spear in between swords. That's a training I've had enough of.
Fight back with hegemony, unleash a life-taking blow.
"Even if they fought back, it was nothing. I could have done any of that."
Swibbock didn't move there. We were attacking, but we weren't even dodging Fuukei's attack.
Fuukei's right hand, the finger of one hand that was grabbing Vajra, had been shaved off. By the Qigong sword, it was a quick attack that didn't even give me time to feel the pain.
Fingers are aligned in both hands. That was the premise. The blow inevitably disturbs and deflects the orbit.
"No matter how you move, I'll take care of it."
Fuukei hasn't blocked the pain. Always notice your fingers are shaved off. The finger also plays instantly.
And I wish I had that moment.
"If what you aim for is inexhaustible, the frontiers I aim for are infinite. You will never reach me. One step ahead, one hand out, one piece of paper, one beat behind. But one of them is infinitely equal to one for you. One that will never arrive."
Gently clap your hands on Fuukei's chest. Keep going, keep punching in the momentum in a row.
Naturally, there are limits to Immortality in Swibbock as well. One day you will leave tired. But Fuukei is not going to wait for it.
Create a stream into a wave poured into your body. Direct the waves that continue to be punched into your finger-repaired, spearless hands.
And grab Swivok's arm with that hand. Inject all over yourself, including the power within you.
"That's my trick, that's self-serving sword immortality, that's the tenth figure of the Ten Bull Diagram, in Drop Hand"
The hand of the man with the wooden sword of Suibok, his right hand, was sticking his index finger straight into the umbilical of Fuukei.
Of course, there's no way to stab him deeply. However, it further flushes the momentum back from a point at its fingertips.
"I mean, I entrusted (...) my disciples (...) with (...) moves (...)"
Continue to pour the thrust, hitting the steep with yet another arm in a flash bouncing it off, pouring it in from there.
The force that should have been returned with an iron is poured into the steeple with even more power.
From the distressed Fuukei, Suibok stayed away sparingly.