Mountain water is something that I have repeatedly said in mentoring students, but it would be a group, but it would be an individual, but it would be the worst thing to be surprised.
I mean, how can you not be surprised, how quickly you can get back on your feet if you're surprised? That is what the collective's level of proficiency itself means. For hitting directly from the front, you can manage with individual combat abilities and armed morale, but it's extremely difficult to fix that once a group has collapsed.
Conversely, how can we succeed in pre-emptive strikes and do as much damage as possible and be convoluted from them?
That would be the ultimate in tactics.
"Tempera Ten Fists"
The fist artists in different outfits named it that.
They remain creepy and do not fail to be vigilant here.
"I have no grudges against you, but I will let you kill them all."
Hearing that, Oseo's generals were making a quick decision.
The enemy is not a slightly more sophisticated bandit or the like, but an 'army' organized with a clear sense of purpose.
Whatever its size, it won't mean less than this one, and more than half of it has fallen off in the first landslide in the first place.
We've already lost, and we're already devastated.
No matter how hard we try from here, we will not be spared our own death.
"Anyone! Get out of here and report these guys to your friends! Otherwise, open the bloodstream! Look, there's only one thing we can do!
Everyone was prepared for the words of Oseo's soldiers.
Surely that would be the best thing to do, at any rate they intercepted themselves perfectly, who should be hiding themselves.
Now the fact that we are dispersing troops is completely behind us.
We are marching in small numbers because our enemies do not understand where we are, nor do we find ourselves going through places that are thus difficult to escape.
If you get beaten on the same scale, you'll continue to get beat up.
[Those with fast legs, all flee to pieces!
[Hey, two-legged cat! You guys would be the fastest getaways!
[Are all the runaway birds extinguished yet...]
[We'll take more than one person on the road!
Naturally, the bending beast is dull and unable to travel fast over long distances.
Conversely, a beast with fast legs could not withstand the brittle and earlier explosion for that matter.
Hard men become shields and protect brittle soldiers. Now that it's collapsed, I can't even escape.
"Look, fight the subject with four weapons fists and explosive poison fists as per the pre-meeting."
"Don't think you can definitely take him down otherwise, okay?
"Be aware to fight in large numbers and work with your surroundings"
Of course, physically, the monsters of the old world are a few steps up. In time, the opponent uses rare magic.
If so, there is absolutely no advantage as an individual in each face in the tempera.
From here on out, the battle for strength will force the struggle for the faces in the tempera.
But it is the tactics that overshadow it.
[Nooooooooooo!
A bull raids his body.
An army of impromptu seats, with no rows on the side and even made thickness.
That was just the power to overshadow the numerical advantage.
However, it is also within the scope of the assumption.
"Momentum fist, be a leg!
"Four vessel fists, I know! Get in!"
What a disgruntled attitude wheel fist to put your feet forward and sit on the ground.
On their feet, the users of four vessel fists stand on one leg and board.
The users of the wheel fist hold and secure the axial feet of the users of the quadruplet fist with both hands and start driving with the wheels out of their own feet and glutes.
It looks like a dumb diagram, but it's not funny if you consider this to be with a four-vessel fist user on it.
Four Vessel Fist Fist Feet, That's The Sword That Can Cut Anything.
It is a blade that does not need to be stepped in or weighed in and, on the contrary, does not feel any resistance.
I don't feel comfortable dealing with rhinos that host the same ball-blood, but there's nothing if they're split.
Just go straight ahead, hit the target, just the enemy dies.
No matter how much weight or how thick they are, they can be 'broken' regardless of anything, such as the opponent just coming through.
[Nooo! Minor craftsman!]
I understood that their hands and feet were strong.
The bulls hold weapons in their hands and intercept the fist fighters who have broken through their divisions.
The point is, don't touch your hands and feet, just drop your neck or crack your head.
[Ooh!
They wave lightly with one hand a weapon that humans cannot even lift with both hands.
Shake it big......
[Nouuuuuuuuuu?!
He was shaking it up too much, and he was losing a lot of shape.
If it were one or two, it would be a force on the battlefield, but if that were the case with all the bulls who tried to intercept it, it was obviously an artificial technique.
"Blood, puppet punch. Two feathers."
Users of puppet fists, manipulating the same power as witchcraft.
He had elevated that power, which was supposed to supply and assist the subject, to obstruction by others.
When the opponent acts with all his might, he greatly aids it.
It greatly disrupts the other person's posture and consequently inhibits it.
And a moment's gap leads to a decisive fight in the melee.
[Shit...!
"It's late!"
Disconnected from the midline, there is no living organism.
This is what working together is all about, it's not all about working together.
"Four Fists! Handknife, foot knife!
"Moving Wheel Fist! Ring fist, cut vertically!
"Puppet fist! Thread Pull Back Push!
Four vessel fists and a moving wheel fist jumped into the group.
To them the monsters of the old world strike, but too much power and too much tread.
I'm supposed to wave the weapon I was holding, but it hits me out of my body.
Small in time, inferior to enemies with weapons.
The weakness of that bare hand was completely reversed on this occasion.
Four vessel fists are not to be said, and the wheel fists are also highly offensive.
If you take that attack defenselessly, there's not a single monster in the old world.
[Gu... this is...]
[Yamamoto, even here is everything...!
Fish crawl up directly from the dirt and sand, directly from the bombing.
Hard to say sturdy, and not handsome, they crawl up and try to provide cover, even though they are troubled.
Apparently in the middle of being swept up, but I can't replace my belly on my back.
At least I try to start the surgery to reward you with one arrow...
"Don't scratch me!
To them, the users of the liquor song fist, who dwell on the power of their kind, arrive to kill.
Grasp it and hit the ground.
"Drunken blood, drunken fists! Bear one!
[Grunts?!
If they're walking on two legs, it doesn't matter if they're outside.
Grasp the stuffed opponent hard and use his hips to tap him into passivity.
Regardless of how they are unable to move, they hold their breath when they cannot be caught off guard.
[Nooo...... I had to, that's it no longer!
[Everyone indulge in madness!
[Only keep fighting until your life runs out!
"Coming!
"You're the same mad enemy as Run!
Bipedal dogs, beasts neither called dogs nor wolves, loose themselves into madness.
Enemies and allies are no longer known to go mad, the same power as evil blood, frenzy.
They unleashed it, and their whole body hair dyed silver.
"But in this situation, you lose!
"I couldn't do it to my fellow countryman, a run opponent, even if it was a dark move!
"It was only left in ancient documents, think of the moves on the battlefield!
Approximately two thousand years ago, Suibok wiped out the tempera with Eckezax in his hand.
This prevented any mercenaries from operating inside the tempera until reconstruction.
And even after they finished rebuilding, they lurked.
There's a top up there. That fact may have broken my heart.
Whether it was infinitely close to the summit or to the summit of the mountain of strength, he may have realized that it would not reach that much overhead shining star.
But still, the inheritance remained.
How my ancestors fought on the battlefield, too dangerous a tactic to use inside.
They train it and put it into action.
Misty Shadow Fist! Poison punch! Stormwind!
"Respond!"
"Understood!"
"Leave it to me!"
A monster of the old world who can even exert his power beyond man.
Its whether they can significantly enhance their own physical abilities, so even runs can counteract it.
If you are divine, you may be able to counter it to some extent, but if you still get attacked by a large number of people, there will be one.
"Sure, the run was fast, hard, and the wound healed. But you can't instantly go far, you're not invincible, you're not immortal! Even if you guys were stronger than the run...... not a threat if that's how many!
At least, most beasts are tailored in the first stages.
If so, there is room for action here. The point is, if you kill him, he dies.
"Misty Shadow Fist, Misty Rubble!
Multiple operators create vast hallucinations.
That's just a little bit of a stone with a strange color, that goes fast and towards the beasts.
[Ooh, ooh, ooh!
[Haaaaaaaa!
Not an inevitable amount, an amount of stone called rain.
But if we find out that's something that has no entity, the rabid beasts also decide to ignore it.
On top of that, they try to attack other fist fighters who are already fighting around.
But......
Too common a hand struck them.
"Stormwind Fist, lower stone throwing!
"Poison fist, very thick rock!
A handful of physical objects, dispersed in myriad phantoms.
A powerful bomb that smudged the blood intrusion to the extreme.
That explodes in their unwary center.
"Indeed, Lan was highly capable of learning. The ability to regenerate and the reflex nerve went hand in hand, and never even our total leads."
[Ooh, ooh, ooh!
[Guruuuuuuuuuu!
"Then it's a simple story, you just have to kill it before you finish your studies. Not at all. Finish your manipulation."
The enemy attacked me. With that fact alone, they switch attack targets.
Waiting on the top side of the slope, four sets of boxing groups.
Hostile to them, the rough wolves climb the slopes where the slip has just occurred, at a fierce speed.
No matter how distorted the phantom is, stone throwing will be avoided.
The stone you threw, you won't hit it.
"Poison fist, very thick rock!
I will not fail to prepare in advance.
I will not spare any effort.
The advantage of explosive poison fists is that they can be detonated at the complete discretion of the operator.
Even if you disperse a special concentration of stone in dirt and sand, even if it shatters, it will never be blown up.
Even when dusted, its power never diminishes.
"I don't blow up gradually or anything. We're gonna dodge it anyway, right? Then I'll run out of them all in one go."
Starblood, the users of Turtleclad Fist.
They read deeply and look ahead.
If no one hits but the hit, only the hit that definitely hits.
[Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Breaking through the smoke of the explosion, a few wolves leap out.
Its body is engraved with painful wounds.
"After all, isn't the ability to heal wounds as good as a run..."
Frenzied, beast of hand.
Well, I guess desperation goes hand in hand.
But it's not enough to fear a trapped beast or anything.
"Did you think you could win if you packed your time?
Users of Stormwind Fist intercept the beast of hand, which houses strong blood (depression).
"Did you think we were just gonna throw stones at each other?
Men who bent their legs deeply, uplifted muscles all over their bodies, and built up their strength, bumped into each other with their whole bodies.
"Stormwind Fist!
Strong blood is qi blood that strengthens physical abilities just like king qi and evil blood.
However, unlike two things that can constantly enhance physical abilities, enhancements can only be exerted once in a while.
That goes without saying, you can play a spring that shrunk to the extreme, but as much.
"Upper stage, flesh-bomb bursts!
Bump.
Beat the flesh you worked out for as a bullet, outdoors (...).
That was too heavy a blow for the monsters who were damaged.
[Ofu......]
It blows, falls without force, and rolls straight down to the slope.
No longer a bug breath, they were eventually about to hold their breath without doing anything.
"Heck, it was a bump all over me. I can't believe he's still alive."
"I don't know what else to do. They're not human."
And on the battlefield, it is what we kill from what we can surely kill.
If we were to know our modus operandi, we would turn away the stone victory.
"Bomb Fist, Mark (Sign)"
Grab the throat of a dying wolf and pour deep blood invasion.
And I blew up my neck itself.
"I wish I could have done this to the guy in the run."
"I agree with the mess that I couldn't..."
Now the process is almost over.
Naturally, there is no way that a group of people who were going to deal with magical users of magic by magic could fight a composite group of rare magic of their own kind.
"And then there's the cats who ran away"
"I'll leave you to the biting fists and the clueless fists."
If you can fly in the sky, there's still no way you can escape the fist of bite and the fist of ignorance to the extent that you run through the earth.
With certainty, they were starting to drop their necks.