Everyone at the venue was watching the game.
There are those who think there is no way they can win.
Some people think it's a good battle.
There are those who are glad to be here to see.
There are those who want you to win.
There are those who are excited and wary.
They forget to cheer, just watch the end of the game.
If there was a common perception among all of us, it was that we recognized Shiva.
Shiva Inoue deserves the last of the battles to determine the heir of the Divine Sword.
It's a game where every preparation was allowed, yet the two are fighting over just the bills they exposed everywhere.
That's one step above keeping the policy, the battle of carefully observing the manipulation.
Eight hundred or nothing, matches that respect each other.
It was the hundredth battle, a battle worthy of the curtain.
Naturally, it is nothing more than a death battle that hurts each other, following policies and practices.
Neither Lan nor Shiba have added any palms. It was painful and painful, inflicting pain that made me want to scream unnecessarily.
The blood being shed by both sides is just living blood. Much bleeding was never a production, but a proof that each other's attacks were beyond people's knowledge.
Nevertheless, it is still Shiva who cannot afford it.
While taking in oxygen with a rough breath, it still didn't get to bright thinking.
When my fist pierced me earlier, I wanted you to fall back.
When I grabbed my leg earlier, I wanted to hit the stone stage.
That was producing the best results. It is unfortunate that it did not.
(But it's not bad. This is still far from the worst)
Continue a game that is hurtful to an unwinnable opponent, cannot be expected to win, and is painful.
How horrible and courageous it takes.
No matter how courageous you were, fear doesn't disappear.
No one can say that fear does not appear on the surface.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!
deceive it by a majestic roar.
Encourage yourself by shouting and contain the weakness in you.
The audience and opponents alike, all they see is the figure of a swordsman of power piercing through.
It was just a silver-haired girl and a brave swordsman fighting.
"Grr!"
Even though, Lan did feel a sense of fear.
Now she is able to fight calmly, but that is why she remembers her fears.
Amateur swordsmanship indeed, a monotonous attack indeed. But heavy.
There's no such thing as just dodging it, and it's not hard to control the vanguard and keep attacking unilaterally.
But it wasn't even possible for Run to take it. There are as many other choices as there are, and you have to choose the hardest of them all.
For Lan, Shiva is definitely understated.
But being understated is not inconsistent with being a strong enemy.
Shiva's onslaught was enough to make him want to run away.
"Ugh, uhh... hah!
Still, take it, take it, turn to counterattack as you play.
While healing his painful arm, he encounters a series of attacks by Ruyi sticks on Shibo, who is defending him with a whimpering iron sword.
Exactly a rare hit. He's definitely hitting his legs, torso, and head as well, not just beating them from above the defense.
"Whoa, whoa!
Still, if Shiva has salvation, that means it's only a series of attacks.
Shiva definitely has an attack in it, but it's not such a full swing, like pruning consciousness with a single blow.
The game can go on, that's all I had in mind to pull my sword out of the ground.
"Ooh!"
"Gu!"
"Ha!
"No!"
No matter how much you tap into it, there's a counterattack ahead.
After figuring it out, Shiva waves her sword.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Shiva held one sword in each hand. It was too crude to say duplicitous, but still the run began to get pushed in.
It simply took twice as long to get bare hands, making it possible to attack twice as much. That alone pushed Run backwards, step by step.
"No... ugh!
By crushing the iron sword many times, the Ruyi stick had also begun to break into boulders.
Though the best treasure ever made by the Great Heavenly Dog, it is not a four-vessel fist knife by the skeleton.
Endurance had its limits, and that was definitely approaching.
Of course, it's not like there's no spare. But it will take a little effort to replace it, and Shiva will have lost it.
Or stiffening the target with a crossword and whale wave combination technique is not easy for the audience to understand.
"Power method, shock leg!
Then attack against the attack.
A naive duplicity, stitched between the attacks, strikes a skilled blow.
After being attacked with Shiba's right hand, Shiba starts attacking with his left hand at the same time, shooting it off before Shiba shakes off his sword.
"Oh......!
Let go of the sword of both hands you were holding and Shiva's body bends to the letter 'ku'.
He flies backwards like a shrimp, losing the air in his lungs but going from his ass to the stage.
It looked like a blow to the settlement.
In the midst of his own onslaught, Run's attack was hitting the defenseless flank directly before eating up his teeth and solidifying his readiness.
I was totally poked at the impression. I didn't think my gut would, however powerful it would be.
Regardless of whether it was fatal or not, it seemed impossible to continue the fight.
At least, Shiva's body was also difficult to shake and get up.
Even if the words of surrender can't come out of your throat, if you lay low as it is, you will remain defeated.
Even if that's disqualification from obtaining a divine sword, you'll just want to wander around in agony.
You'll want to get quick treatment and make it easier soon.
Still, one man stood up.
"Ugh... Ugh...!
Seeing that look, I thought someone had had enough.
When I saw that face, someone thought I couldn't fight anymore.
Seeing that incompetence, someone thought there was no winning chance from the start.
My mouth overflowed with puke.
His face was blue, his sweat wet his whole body, and his breathing and pulse were clearly not normal.
Assuming now that Lan poked lightly, that alone would have put him on his back to the ground.
I wouldn't have gotten up like that.
But Lan put up a stick of his own, and did not fail in his remorse.
It's not settled yet, the fight is not over yet.
At least, Shiva hadn't succumbed yet.
(Damn... so strong... but)
The carpenter in town, at best.
There's no way a superpower can beat a trusted warrior because he's proud of his power.
Expectations were expected, but within the assumptions.
This suffering was also in readiness because I didn't think I could win with ease.
"Not bad, not"
Bad is bad, but not the worst.
To this extent, it's far from the worst.
Wipe your mouth, have a strong laugh, and hold a sword in your hand.
"We haven't lost yet......!
You can lose now, not the will.
There's still a winner, not an expectation.
It's not a desire for them to pity me.
The temper is rising that we still have to fight.
……
Against Shiva, who waved a new iron sword, Lan waves a nearly broken Ruyi stick, as he said.
It was a prep to hit each other with a blow all over his body.
Even simple, the bump of existence.
A tenacity of intentions not even seen in competitions, unlikely among the provisions that anything is.
"Right... I'll let you lose now"
This was no longer an old-fashioned, itchy ride, like the warlords would do with each other on the battlefield.
I no longer have the power to scream.
While weighing in at the front, Shiba hits the iron sword with the Ruyi stick.
The thought that Lan put into the stick was the will of the Arcana kingdom as a new trump card, as a bearer of the nation.
So, Shiba...
I don't want to save a nation, I don't even think about saving the world, I don't want to discuss dragons, I don't even want my homeland back.
That, I don't carry anything too big for one man.
Bear a wife who is not very beautiful, a daughter who is not respectful of herself, and... a stupid son who doesn't take much advice.
It was the temper, the guts and the will of one man, and the fighting spirit that made them go away.
And an inevitable, not a miracle, comes.
Speak of the stick, speak of the sword of iron, they are not different in that they are both weapons made by man.
If so, if both sides continued to bump each other with force beyond people's knowledge.
No matter how many times you break it, if you hit each other with a new sword each time.
Just in case of moss, let the rocks pass too.
He was chopping off Run's right arm as he slapped the cracked Ruyi stick, which was not a good outfit to say one-sided.
That was the last force.
Shiva, whose head does not turn with oxygen, falls to the fore.
And there's no longer enough bad blood left in the run to restore the right arm round.
(A horizontal sumo of strength battles is a horizontal sumo because you can win with it...)
Run's left hand was shaken off holding the wreckage of the Ruyi stick.
And from the base of Run's right hand, there was enormous blood overflowing.
"Qigong Sword Method, Bullet Thread"
Run's foot stomps. He was posturing as if he were going to hit him with his right arm.
The blood flowing from the amputation surface of the right arm was connected to the amputation surface of the area being amputated and falling.
Then, blood shrinks and joins the cutting surfaces together, as if they were stretched and shrunk fibers.
(I see, this is... Yokohama.)
"Silver Ghost Fist, Wood!
The remaining evil blood connects the cutting surfaces together in an instant.
Needless to say, it is so much easier to connect and consume less than to produce a missing limb.
"The Power Method! Crash!"
Shiva, who was about to fall at the front, had the last blow of the run slapped into his face.
It pruned Shiva's last consciousness and blew it off as she leaned back, letting it fall off the scene.
"There's a battle! Winner, Silver Ghost Fist Run!
The quiet game was quiet, even when settled.
"There is a battle. You don't have to fight anymore."
Shiva doesn't have to fight anymore.
Shiba ran out of what he could put out and couldn't do any more, and then he was defeated by the king.
It was a total defeat, not above this.
"Your strength, everyone found out. Never going to be wasted."