"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
……
Fuukei was gripping heaven and gripping the earth. In terms of physical strength, I couldn't help but cross Swivok.
It all points its strength at the individual. Nonetheless, Fuukei was unable to strike Swivok.
Exercising inexhaustible power doesn't get you where you can't reach it. As he speaks, Suibok beats Fuukei.
"Sky moves, bouncing rain!
Ironically, the fear of 'being irresistible to the individual' reinforces Vajra even more.
The heavens were ringing as if they were frightened by fear, pointing the phenomenon to a point.
Earthen masses floated up to the sky. Mix it in the rain and let it pour as a bullet.
An overwhelming rain of death that would have been overwhelmed by the walls of magic if I had been sacrificed.
Before that, Suibok did the shrinkage.
"You idiot, you're in a hurry!
Suibok, standing back, was moving to Fuukei's feet.
Naturally, it's inside between spears, but Fuukei also has moves of momentum. A frightening attack was pouring from overhead as he tried to strike in on the blow.
"This is a cow!
"Sorry......"
Swibbock used shrinkage. A high-tech towel on a shrink that attracts your opponent rather than the normal shrinkage you move. Normally, it doesn't make a difference just to pack my distance, but it made sense to attract Fuukei to the range of the bullet storm.
In other words, they tried to outrun the bullet storm by using Fuukei as a casket.
"Guuuuuuuuuuuu!"
"Really... no, I don't know..."
From the top there is a constant rain of bullets that I have already unleashed, and from the bottom, Suibok has unleashed his momentum on the small pieces to stop the movement.
There is no way to pierce the human body with rain mixed with pebbles and other stones, even though it is a good idea to use hard work on boulders.
There is pain, but it is a fatal wound, but it did not pierce Fuukei and kill Suibok below.
"Gu...... but ahhhhhhh!
"Oops."
The bullet storm unleashed by himself ends and Fuukei turns to fight back in Vajra.
Both from the sky and from Vajra herself, they attack with a large amount of wind blades released.
Swibbock avoids it by using shrinkage and improvisational merit.
"Still going on..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
A blade of wind pouring across the battlefield and a blade of wind released horizontally by Fuukei himself.
Swivok looked as sorry as ever as he avoided making it blush or seemed dangerous.
I know giving up the win would be an insult. But I also know I'm sick of fighting and never losing.
We also know that Fuukei is the one who gets the most sick of it.
"Taken ahhhhhhh!
The blade of the wind, unlike the shrinkage, does not strike the moment it is released.
Use shrinkage to intercept an opponent's escape before the wind blade lands.
Fuukei does it even more extensively, which is the same as Thoon's true dance.
With all his strength, something blocked his sight as he tried to wave Vajra down behind my dead body.
"You're truly honest."
Suibok was gauging when Fuukei was going to come set up. Towards the place, I threw a wooden knife in advance.
Instead of needing to hit it, the throw, which would have been ignored had it been hit, had fallen without force in a way that blocked Fuukei's vision, which had just moved in shrinkage as he aimed.
"Blindfolded..."
"Yeah, this one too."
While he took the falling wooden knife in his hand, he pointed his cuttoe at the left eye of Fuukei, whose movement was rigid.
And the right hand held the pattern, and the left hand was along the pattern head. What that means is that you do the qigong sword with your right hand and push the wooden knife out with your left hand.
"Ah......!
"If I die instantly on a boulder, I can solve my hard work."
The spike, which could not even be removed, pierced the eye and crushed the brain ahead. Suibok pulls out a wooden knife with 'body fluids' and beats both of Fuukei's knees, who are about to die instantly and grab a buttcake.
Fuukei was broken a plate on both knees and could no longer stand up. Waiting for that head to regenerate, I shook it down with my helmet.
"I just thought... you didn't show me your swordsmanship"
Activate Heavy Duty only at the moment the attack hits.
I can put all the weight gained by it into the tip of my sword.
The head crushed to break the melon, but rapidly returns.
"I've got your spear to show and... let's go from here with the sword"
Swivok awaits Fuukei's recovery while demonstrating strange discipline.
Fluid falls to the ground away from the wooden knife due to bloodshed.
There is no alarm or gap in its appearance.
There is no need for an absolute answer. No matter what you stand around, that will all be the right answer.
That was the only stunning move Suibok ever made that he was worthy of entrusting to his disciples.
"Swimbok... how far are you..."
"We'll hang out until you give up. You can't take the victory away from me, let's hang out until I'm convinced of it."
Standing up Fuukei.
Again, there are too many differences in strength in physical surgery.
There are numerous ways for Suibok to break this technique, and I can't prevent it as one of them.
Still, there's still something I can do.
Fuukei, who burns his indomitable fighting spirit, entered the preliminary motion of the shrinkage.
"Well... I wouldn't give up so easily."
After seeing it, Swivok moves in shrinkage.
At the destination of the shrinkage, toward a void where no one is present, he waves a wooden sword to see the blow of the horizontal giraffe.
"Become?!
"Move here"
Swivok's wooden knife hit Fuukei's jaw joint, which moved in shrinkage a beat late.
If I tried Fukai, I would shrink, and before I started shrinking, Swibbock disappeared and took a blow from Swibbock the minute he finished shrinking.
As earlier, it was not moved by Suibok, but preceded even though Fuukei moved of his own free will.
To that fact, Fuukei, with his chin off, can't hide his wars.
"If your jaw comes off, your mind and body will never be full"
From there on, I've punched in kind of funny and neat.
Just moments before his removed jaw returns, Suibok beats Fuukei with a wooden knife trying to defend him in Vajra.
Suibok's blow slips through Fuukei's desperate defense, although taking it with hard work spares him from fatal injuries.
Extremely straightforward, the skill difference between the two martial arts becomes apparent.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
"My friend, you are too powerful"
The jaw returns and Fuukei turns to fight back.
Swivok turns to the side as he dodges the infiltrated rage counterattack.
"... it hurts"
Naturally, having a spear with both hands means both hands are blocked.
Turning to counterattack means that there is a moment when your body leans forward and one foot is not on the ground.
Swibok was gaining weight with his heavy duty, while grabbing the back of Fuukei's head and slapping him in the face on the ground.
"Gu..."
"Extra."
Plus, power to the head.
Fuukei's body had died several times as a result of a series of attacks that destroyed his brain.
"... that's really, really painful"
Grab Fuukei's head, out of his mind and strength, and lift it high. It was hilarious how many times he was killed and didn't let go of Vajra from his hand.
And he hit the ground again, aiming for a chance for Fuukei's consciousness to return.
"It's time for you to give up... no, you really resented me"
Swibok slammed the ground before Fuukei checked his situation.
Then the dull ground rises, so small that it is smaller than what Fuukei is doing.
"Fighting means hurting. I've never been uncomfortable with that... but it hurts me to do it to you"
In addition, it compresses its soil and turns it into stone.
"Gu...!
At that time, Fuukei was regaining consciousness.
I recognise once again that I am being grabbed in the head by Swivok, slapped in the face on the ground.
Fuukei had to get up anyway. As a corpse, the immortality cannot be activated properly.
"Lightweight Kung Fu..."
"Momentum."
Even if you are weighing yourself down with heavy duty, it hinders you from getting up.
At that moment when Fuukei, who so decides, floats herself with light weight work, Suibok moves faster and slaps Fuukei from the top of his head into the stone he floats.
"I've never felt so sad to fight without being clueless..."
My friend asks me to fight with all my might.
That's why we're fighting as hard as we can. Relentlessly overwhelming.
That was pathetic, I couldn't help it.
My actions and my thoughts are not in line, but Swivok was really sad.
The faces watching this battle from Noah were also pathetic.
"Swibbock... you're too strong compared to what you were a thousand and five hundred years ago..."
Eckezax's words were a terminal representation of how 'Swivok Now' had evolved.
Fuukei is strong. It combines more extensive attacks than genuine ones, more than sacrificial ones, more attack, defense and skill, and even endless regeneration capabilities.
Swibbock, who is "abusing" it, possessed festive versatility, more skill than mountain water, and more than anything else, extensive combat experience.
Swibok hasn't let Fuukei do anything. No, even if I let him attack, he was just kicking ass.
You can win as long as you hit it, that premise hasn't broken down, but the difference between adults and more than children appears between them.
"Uhh... it's an unpleasant sight..."
Genzo, who specializes in ranged and wide-ranging attacks, feels only painful in the sight in front of him.
No matter how far-reaching, ranged, or slightly torn back, Swivok seemed like a nightmare to him.
"But... you're really immortal. What are you gonna do, settle this fight?"
Rikkyo snapped that way. Experience has shown that the flame of revenge, once burned, does not go away.
No matter how strong they are to reflect, there is no end to revenge but to hunt them down until they regret selling a fight to themselves.
But as it is, there is no vengeance or snare. Fuukei knows best that he can't win as he is now.
"Um, Master Ryukyo... what would you do?
"I would run away. Run away, give up killing yourself, aim for your disciples and the surroundings"
Rikyo's answer to my question was shocking.
But that convinces me that's right. At least I don't think there's any change, even if Swibbok and Fuukei keep fighting like this.
"In my case in the first place, I wasn't going to fight on my own..."
For Fuukei, revenge means fighting and killing Suibok, I guess, winning.
I spent 3,000 years doing that. It is much stronger than Swivok a thousand and five hundred years ago.
But it doesn't reach me anymore.
"Hey, Eckezacks. If I keep fighting like this, will I be tired too?
Festival My question lay at its core.
Very now, will Swibbock be tired or worn out?
If you do, Fuukei will win eventually.
It also makes sense to endure this violence.
"... if I were an old swimmer, I would have been tired. I'm no different now than Sansui, whom the lords know well. Unlike Fukai, he fights with little self-reinforcing immortality. Consumption and depletion can be compensated for by normal gas collection… or maybe it's the result of the goal."
There is a slight mix of jargon, but I largely understand what you're trying to say.
Immortals seem to recover some sense of immortality and health even if they are just spending normal time, but they can be attacked, fortified and resuscitated by indulging in an unusual amount of immortality for some reason in the case of Fuukei.
Except for the case of Suibok, he stands around with the amount of immortality that can recover naturally.
I guess we can both keep fighting forever like this.
"You should already know Fukai... but still, you can't give up..."
"Mmm... when this happens, the country might as well die in the dark clouds first... there's too little sunshine"
"It's possible, Swibbock is destroying the country once and for all... maybe he doesn't care about the area."
Eckezax was very serious about Rikkyo's concerns.
Here, facades other than the Eight Kinds of Divine Treasures had finally come to recognize the possibility that 'the country will lose before the two settle'.