"No way... I didn't expect to get this far against just one person"
'Well, it was the Lord who won. My lord, the winning lord is the strong one and the winner.'
"Right, it should be. But... no, you're right."
If you're going to be strong to win and fight to win, you should be stronger to win.
Being injured is also just not strong enough.
That should be it, that's what's right.
But doubts have arisen in my mind.
"The answer is always simple, if you're going to delude yourself with difficult words, it's weakness"
Shake off the weakness, cut off the weakness, and Swivok moves on.
I did have a hand wound to an unknown enemy, if my opponent was armed, I would never have won.
But still, I'm here alive.
"I won, I'm the strongest!
"Then I'll take the strongest of them."
Thick fabric, simple design.
A fist fighter in white appears.
That he was still alone and unarmed.
"Drunken blood, drunken fists. It's number three, and it means a beating."
"That's a lot of confidence, haven't you seen the trouble with the previous two deaths?
"Do you think a weak man who fights against just one swordsman and thinks he's going to lose can prevail?
Open your hands and set up your moves.
Just looking at the setup, Suibok showed a laugh.
"You think you're gonna put together a swordsman against him? Are you also confident in speed? Are you also confident in your sturdiness?
"No? That's not true......!
Swivok turned off his grin against someone who didn't lose any confidence.
The opponent in front of you has a sure chance of winning. That, like the two of us earlier, is certainly due to a blend of overlapping moves and techniques.
If so, I can't read in my hand at all.
I tried to feel signs of them just in case, but I didn't remember the qi blood.
"Those of the Four Vessel Fists were suited and groaned if they were to deal with swordsmen, but that is rather our word. Liquor Fist is the most powerful way to put it in time."
How to stand around against an unknown opponent.
Swivok explores the optimal solution from a number of surgical theories.
Or 'maybe,' as I just did, you don't have to die if you get attacked by your opponent.
But I threw that sweet thought away.
They may be weak, they may be wrong, they may be alarmed.
Not what the strongest man should do, such as have such expectations.
"Let's prove it by lowering you, the winner of the Four Vessel Fist and the Puppet Fist."
Swibbock hates himself for treading on unknown opponents.
You don't know what's in your hand, and you're a coward when you hesitate to fight.
"Well, try it!
"Oh, I could try."
The fistfighter and Suibok were running out at the same time.
And when I tried to cut him off, I felt the physical discomfort.
"Nah..."
'Oh no, this is from those fish...!
Earlier, it was like I didn't know what I was doing.
But now I know, I was clearly losing my sense of equilibrium.
My body, my senses, were getting unwell.
"Suibo, step away from me! This power... '
"Well spoken sword!
In an instant, pack the time.
The fistfighter grabbed Swibok's clothes and took charge and threw them down.
"Liquor song fist, bear one!
Throwing moves to drop out of your head so you can't get passive.
It was an extremely dangerous killing move, carried out on a field road far from safe.
"And well, it's a dangerous place"
Eckezacks was telling an immersive story.
It's a booze seat, but everyone was listening very seriously.
(Four fists suddenly lost... I couldn't even hurt my hand...)
(Good... puppet fist, I was working harder than I thought! It was a better line than four vessel fists!
(Don't hang up there... Don't hang up on the liquor song fist...)
I'm indifferent because I already know the users of Turtle Kok Fist, but the other users were still eager to hear it.
Whatever, I'm catching up. At least we work harder than we did when we were hit by a run.
"... you're weaker than I thought, old Suibok"
"Naturally, I wasn't as strong as I used to be."
With that said, Eckezax poured the liquor into the vessel and gave it to his Lord.
"That's why I chose you as Lord. I thought you could go beyond me."
"It's"
"Of course, I saw the apprentice Suibok raised after he broke up with me, and it blew up, too. No... I thought it would be cruel to let you bear it"
Black and white, mountain water.
Child-faced Sword Saint, the strongest swordsman in this country, disciple of Swivok.
A man who even had a run in the tempera, beat him down, and made him cry.
The greatness of the man, the greatness of the man who raised the man.
Everyone in this room knows that.
"It was my ideal. Swibbock was my ideal lord. But I was unnecessary to Swibbock."
Two thousand years ago, I was young.
He lived two thousand years, but he was still young.
That youthfulness was the manifestation of my hunger.
"I was also in love with Swibbock's heart. But it was... a contradiction. I kept affirming Swibbock. What Suibok really wanted was that what Suibok needed was a denial and an indication"
The word was a very piercing one for me, a festival that was nothing else.
I was surrounded by women who affirmed me, I remembered myself before I met the mountain waters.
"Sure, we need affirmation. It will be, my Lord."
"Oh, yeah. I needed affirmation. It's true, I couldn't have come this far without it."
Praised, affirmed, that felt good.
So I worked hard, that's why I could work hard.
I lost, and everyone stayed by my side.
So I'm still working on it.
"But that's not all."
"Yes, I was in love with Swivok... so I only affirmed it. Affirmation alone can only move forward. Sometimes you need to stop and wonder where you're going."
It's fine as it is, that's fine, it's fine as it is.
Then nothing will change. Affirmation and admiration push your back, but pushing your back isn't always the only thing that's right.
"In the first place, Suibok was a man who would go our way no matter how much he was denied by anyone else. If so, then denial, not affirmation, was also necessary. No, I needed that."
(More than that, about the liquor song fist...... keep it up. No, I know I'm going to lose... but it seemed like a good fight besides my thoughts)
(What if my wheel fist loses lighter than my puppet fist...)
(What did Stormwind Fist look like...)
(I want you to work harder than a four-vessel fist...)
(If so, did the explosive poison fist fight straight and lose? Or just like when fighting the army, did you install a massive... I know you lost, so I'd like you to at least fight for it honestly...)
(I want the order of the unknown fists to come fast, I want them to come late...)
(So, it's a good idea... Misty Shadow Fist, too, because I'm working on it. 'Cause it's okay!
"In the end... Suibok let go of me before reaching further heights. I'm sure, even with me all the time, it's not that far..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Eckezacks. Someone else seems more concerned about the old story."
(Please, let other fists not work better than our four vessel fists...)
(than puppet fists, may you lose like no other!
"... Sounds like it. Then I don't know if it's going to be liquor dishes."
The most alarming physical technique in the field is a throwing move, not a blow.
If you are armed with each other, the easiest thing to do is to turn the opponent and stick a dagger in the armor gap.
If it's a blow, you have to endure it, but if you throw it and get disfigured, you'll have to stay put and die.
And a throwing move is basically one that utilizes mutual weight.
"Gu!"
"Shit!"
Naturally, in a way, neither Suibok nor the fistfighter has ever used or been used in killing moves in situations where the opponent is completely unarmed.
Indeed, the throwing moves were determined beautifully. However, due to the light weight on both sides, it was not enough for the Special Zone.
"Then I'll keep tightening it off!
Literal special attack.
A simple strangulation technique called strangling.
To the fallen swimbok, the fistfighter moves to sleep.
Sure, the opponent has a blade called Eckezax, but unlike a dagger, it's hard to use in a sleeping state. Simply lightly suppressed, easily powerless.
"Gu!"
Immortals do not choke in the sea or in the earth.
But when it is tightened, it chokes.
It's because the flow of air in your body is delayed, but the tightening technique is effective.
But it still takes a little time to suffocate, just like a regular person.
I didn't know whether I was back or forth or up or down right now, but I still know I'm being tightened up.
And reaching for his neck by hand was what was possible, just like amateurs.
"Push!
I don't have a blade, but I can still use the moves as long as I touch them.
Swibbok was grabbing his own neck strangling arm and punching in his thrust.
No matter how inadequate your posture is, you can strike in momentum as long as you touch it.
"Huh?!
If they punch in the trigger, the defenseless arm is not just sorry.
Above all, the fist artist knew the technique of fatally injuring just touching.
I knew it, but I was distancing myself.
"I get numb... do I just get numb? This is unattributed magic."
The same is true of alerting the unknown.
With me swimming in the range of my surgery, the fist fighter gets up and checks his arm.
As always, I could say that Swivok remains rolling on the ground and has no problems at all.
"There's nothing wrong with you, you just got hurt during my surgery..."
One thing, if anything fatal, is that Suibok was in possession of Eckezax. The very effects of this technique were well seen in the old world, I guess.
"My Lord! Distance, distance! It doesn't matter, keep your distance with amplified power!
"... thrust!
Swibbock was following Eckezax's instructions.
I had to get away from the other person's field of power, anyway.
"Roll the ground like no other and escape... well, a swordsman can't escape our technique anyway"
The fact that the unpaved wild road was a slope was also salvation.
Suibok's escape was a modest success.
Of course, it was a humiliating escape for Swivok.
"Damn......!
'Look, stay away from me! Just keep your distance! As you can see if you feel the signs, there must be a transparent force field going on! Get in there and you'll mess up your sense of equilibrium and you won't be able to stand!
"Anyway, that's my power. It is a drunken blood, alcoholic fist."
Although lethality is extremely thin with no physical attack power at all, it can nevertheless continue to be activated on a wide scale without hesitation.
Wang Qi and evil blood, specializing purely in strengthening physical abilities, can endure to some extent, but not in Immortal Qi.
Yes, it's something I naturally don't know about Swivo on this occasion, but the truth is that it's the sake song Fist that has not even been overcome by Swivo or Mountain Water two thousand years later, you can say 'Enemies that are too incompatible'.
If so, that's what Swibbock in this day and age had no way of doing something about him.
"In the case of the fishes, the effect remained even when the force field pulled. But that's not the case if humans use it. If we can get out of the force field, we can return immediately!
"But not like this..."
But I would say that would have been nice.
No, both sides only thought it was bad.
Anyway, no matter how much you raise, you will never win.
I'm not stupid enough to be mean to such a man.
"... there's nothing I can do about it"
'No, if you get close, that's it!
"Right......!
Swivok could not forbid a sense of defeat against a fist fighter who loomed down
And still swallow it and hide the big fall.
Acting against the fashion is humiliating, but better than defeat itself.
"Did you escape, or are you going to strike me by accident?
fist artists who dropped it off were greatly satisfied
Anyway, the other man defeated the two masters, because it escaped unnecessarily.
This result, for him, was to satisfy his self-esteem.
I'm not going after you, and I don't have the power to just go after you.
My lord, who made a clever choice, tried to go home slowly...
"Hmm?"
I noticed something above, covering myself with shadows.
"Nahhhhh!?
It was a tree.
It was a tree that was cut, lightened, thrown and weighed down along the way.
Swivok, who was completely cut off from the path of close combat, switched to a long shot.
It was a simple, primitive, but deadly attack, cutting and throwing trees.
"Hey, no!
Liquor song fists that seal the melee against almost all enemies.
What the surgeon fears most is the opponent he is unwilling to approach from the start.
Of course, to some extent, booze song fists can also affect distance.
But that wasn't fast enough to flatter, and more importantly, it was a tricky technique to hit an invisible opponent.
"Ko, this is the same as Stormwind Fist or more attack!
And the users of liquor song fists are not that stupid either.
I know exactly what I can and cannot do.
Aware of his impudence, he was fleeing at first sight.
If your opponent is hiding, you have to hide too.
Worst of all, he escaped, also bearing in mind that he would be replaced by the owners of other houses.
But I guess it's sad.
Swibbock's ability to detect signs is extremely wide, and if you can calm down and find him, you can target him accurately even if you can't see him.
And the user of the liquor song fist cannot strengthen any physical abilities.
I'm on the run with all my might, because I don't think my aim is accurate......
"Guaaaaaah!"
I couldn't deal with any trees falling from above.
"... damn"
The unwillingly triumphant, murdered Swivok counts just a few.
"And seven more..."