"Gugga?"
"Chip!"
He let go of the lowthroat knife he had in his hand as he emitted a grand tongue strike.
No, I already knew by the senses.
The throat knife broke and smashed!
The price is the stick of the English Spirit.
I couldn't cut them straight from the front, so I scraped them!
I'd say so, but the truth is as if it were different.
It just happened naturally if I had outdone the attacking stick with a sword attack.
What if I say it's a coincidence? Until then?
Well, that's it.
Let's thank God we're still alive!
It was a tomfer of divine stone that was plugged into his waist.
I held it in my left hand and set it up.
I meant to.
This English spirit won't calm me down as an instant!
Even the beast, if it is a hunt, will take an intermission and see what the prey looks like.
But this English spirit has no mercy.
All the time, I'm going to push it off with my physique, my power, and my speed!
"Huh!"
"Huh!"
Get out front and crush the time.
The stick has no more first thickness.
Still, if you hit me straight in the head, you're going to crush me like a tomato.
Even if it's a colored sky dragon skin helmet!
That's why I'm going forward.
I thought I'd frustrated my wrist. My blow gets bounced into the meat armor!
That's crazy.
I don't think the feeling I received through the tomfer of the Divine Stone is human!
After all, the English Spirit is the English Spirit!
It leads to that muscular idiot demon god.
That's not normal, is it?
"Shhhhhh!"
The stick is swinging down again, but apparently it was the limit.
I didn't avoid it.
As a result, the stick breaks from its roots with only a bare gesture!
Apparently, the sacrifice of the throat knife didn't end in vain.
Slight satisfaction, but not if you're savoring it!
"Kecha!"
Hand your right arm and throw it to hang!
It's an arm back, but it doesn't look like it's coming through!
Were you outnumbered by your arms alone?
"Huh!"
I kicked him in the right knee and left him once.
The English spirits will go after me even as I fall apart!
Forced.
Too hard, but this would be one of the right answers.
Are you going to give me this furious serial attack?
Honestly, there's no such thing as confidence!
"Geehee!"
"Che!"
Differences in unfavourable stature lived in this case?
The head thrust hit him directly in the lower abdomen, a man would naturally be smothered.
But the English spirits didn't seem to make sense.
No, is it working?
The movement is stopped.
"Whoo-hoo!"
I breathe heavily.
Floating in muscles all over your body is a massive amount of sweat.
Maybe, don't you put up with the pain?
It would be easy to fortify with spells now.
Even martial arts can be used.
That should do it.
If you consider power differences, you should use them.
Is the power of the English Spirit in front of you comparable to, or perhaps more than, the demon god of muscle idiots?
Even when used, it seems natural that there is a difference in power.
But it's a shame to do so.
I also fought tremors running all over my body.
It was fear.
And it was a joy.
There was so much enormous emotion, it was the best I could take.
What if I put it in a nutshell?
I was filled with happiness.
"Num!"
The movement stops. Release the palm bottom as if grabbing the stomach of the English Spirit!
Direct hit, as natural.
The perspiration of the English Spirit does not stop.
Hey, move.
Move!
Make the blow as you will remember and let your right elbow strike straight into your groin again!
I aimed because the position was there. What is it?
"Keh!"
"Huh?"
The head poke is coming down!
I recirculated it in a ton of fur, but my entire left arm is heavy!
Isn't that destructive enough to overpower?
But it's a shame your head is lower!
"Huh!"
I go around shooting a knife under my chin.
Then I shoved my flank in with my shoulder and grabbed my waistcloth.
Keep spinning and throwing backwards!
But I can't throw it!
I just rolled it!
"Keh!"
I took my arm and moved to extremes my joints, but my soles flew in!
None of you are going to attack us!
Everywhere, it's strong!
This is decidedly different from the demon god of muscle idiots.
There's nothing to see or learn on the technical side!
Absolutely nothing!
Then you are a powerful enemy.
It's an obvious foe!
How do we attack this?
Suppose we can find a hole in the ant?
Only that the steeple is the same as a human being.
"Yeah?"
The English Spirit has stopped moving again.
Something's wrong.
I thought you stopped sweating, shook up?
The color of the skin is dyed red.
And your muscles seem to be swelling up even more?
"Kahhhhh!"
"Ahahahahahahahahaha!"
How about it!
Who's the idiot laughing?
That's not the place, is it?
Scold yourself in the brain, and step forward.
Thank you, Master Maitreya.
This is definitely a reward!
I kept staring at the eyes of the English Spirit as I let my forward kick go to my knees.
A beast.
It's a beast in the shape of a man!
This is sure to happen if the madness is also extreme.
There is no room for mercy.
That's why it's okay.
That's good!
Something like Marutai plunders overhead.
You still had a stick?
No, the identity is the arm of the English Spirit.
Fist.
I wonder if that destructive power is up there with a stick or something?
I guess I'll know if I try a direct hit with both.
That's going to require at least two lives.
I don't feel like trying.
"Huh!"
Push the right side of the English Spirit in with your left hand.
Sumo's hasty push, but there's no way you can beat the English spirit with power.
It would also be insufficient to disfigure.
Except for the purpose.
To slack my own body shaft!
"Huh!"
In a round-trip fashion. Now my left arm's attacking me!
Dive beneath it and circle back.
I kicked behind my knees, dropped my hips, and fixed my breath.
Looking back over here, that moment is what I'm after!
"Ha!"
Shot up right palm bottom hits jaw straight!
Go on, your left knee hits straight into your groin!
That's the third time.
You're useless for the moment, aren't you?
Normally, yes.
Hold your left foot in at the same time your kicking foot lands.
Secure your ankles while securing the spiral guard position!
I caught him in the heel hold!
Because of the difference in stature, the nail tip is pressed against the groin.
Then.
Take a deeper look at your ankle while feeding your groin a fourth direct hit.
When I held my left heel, I twisted it all up!
What do you say?
Normally, there would have been serious damage to the knee and hip.
Yet there's something wrong with the way you've destroyed it.
I thought I twisted it, but I could just move it slightly?
Dear English Spirit, too much power!
"Huh!"
Whether it's power or not, we'll do something about it with technique.
Twist the Achilles tendon again as it hurts with a ton of fur.
Now you got a better angle?
Bone conduction conveys a good feeling.
That's the sound of your hip screaming!
"Gahhhhhhh!"
Does it hurt?
It must hurt.
Otherwise, I'm in trouble.
Next thing I know, I want to destroy my left knee, but before that, my soles flew in!
There's no dodging or anything.
It stayed in heel hold position.
I ate it in my face properly, and it blew me away!
I manage to get up and prepare for pursuit even as they roll over.
Insufficient posture, if you eat the attack properly, you will die.
Maybe, die.
Even if he doesn't die, it'll be serious damage.
But there's no pursuit.
The English spirit's left leg had apparently stopped moving properly.
"Aha!"
You can laugh here already.
And I dropped the tonfer I had on my left hand to the ground.
More.
We should be able to enjoy each other more.
There is still killing in the eyes of the English Spirit.
No, it seems more sharpened!
And there was a siren ringing out loud in my brain telling me about the danger!
This is dangerous.
In front of you is the beast of the hand.
If you take a step, it's a dead place.
Definitely!
Fear and madness, it and the joy and joy that exist on the front and back.
There's no way I can control conflicting emotions.
As your body rocks, it naturally comes forward.
And accelerate.
While I felt the signs of the beast unleashed by the English Spirit, I heard something roaring somewhere far away.
That's oddly ringing in my head.
And it kept ringing.
"The [machete] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"The [wand] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Strike] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Kick] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Articulation] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Throw moves] have been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Light Industry] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Signal Detection] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Assassination] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Limit Breached] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
The next moment when the HP bar of the English Spirit is smashed and scattered.
The figure of the English Spirit disappeared.
Is that it?
Are we done?
It doesn't taste like there won't be any bodies left.
I don't get the feeling that I'm stuck.
Whoa, now I have something to do.
He picked up the tomfer of the Divine Tree and recovered the diamonds and Metropolitan Eye that were embedded in the throat knife.
It's not like I can be frightened.
And it's been a long time.
A rigid English spirit, Hercules?
Sometimes even when I was a baby, I just say I crushed the snake and killed it.
He was a horrible opponent!
But would the strength told in the legend be so much better?
I think we can be stronger.
I can't help it.
Looks like it's not over yet.
The sand was ringing.
The sound is small, but it's obviously headed this way.
I only have a bad feeling about it.
What emerged in the slightest light?
I knew it!
Awaiting the English Spirit
He consolidates himself with a full body armor helmet and has a wide and huge straight sword in his hand.
I already knew who it was.
The English spirit of the Dragon Killer.
The only opportunity I see is to count as much as a rigid English spirit, Hercules.
Still, I can't possibly see it wrong.
The identity is probably the dragon killer sigurd.
Oh, no!
This is too rewarding already!
If you get too hungry, it's going to poison you, but are you okay?
I wish it was digestible.
Pull out the Kukri knife of the Shinko bird from behind your hips.
I would have used it that way if I had a Vajra pestle.
Instead, I had chosen a tomfer of divine stones, so I had no choice.
But.
The dragon slayer swordsman's English spirit didn't show me how he was coming at me for some reason.
Stab the tip of the sword in your hand on the ground, grip the pattern with both hands and don't move.
What the fuck?
Are you gonna give me time?
How about that?
Calm down!
I can see something blowing up in me.
It's pure anger.
Are you looking at me lightly, this English spirit?
No, that's right. You should take it with humility.
I'm not convinced.
I think it's polite to go to jail with all your might, even if the basement prey is your opponent.
While removing the soul of the Cloth Du from the Item Box, I think.
Why would you do that?
It's not going to calm down to dispel the feeling of being fooled.
Already, the fear in me is going to go away swallowed up by madness!
Then the joy and joy disappeared.
All that remained was an impulse to destroy.
The other person is the English spirit.
He's an English spirit.
Courtesy is minimal, excuse me if I can't speak.
Yes, excuse me for writing that I'm going to be rude.
I don't know if I'm being disrespectful.
I don't know!
Throw everything out and let this anger take care of you.
The English spirit is the other guy?
So, what?
Courtesy of a sword, a sword, more than anything else?
"Huh!"
My temper is leaking with my voice.
Unripe.
I was aware of that.
It was also a proof left that the intent to kill had not calmed down and that the suppression was not working as if.
I don't mind.
I'm also thrilled to get my anger up.
Spread my madness with anger!
No, just sharpen it!
The feeling of the soul of Budu is grasping.
This body remembers me.
You can leave it to me.
Gradually float the tip of the sword and approach the English Spirit.
Though the English Spirit holds the Great Sword in front of his eyes and prays.
I'm not going out with you. [M]
If it's gone, it's gone!
"Shh, shh, shh!"
Running all at once.
Come on, fight me!
Know my wrath and madness!
And try me!
Let me try too.
Don't let it intervene anywhere, such as additions or subtractions.
Even to the English spirits!
"The [two-handed sword] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Sword] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Precision Manipulation] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Leap] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Equilibrium] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Magic Detection] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
What about the English spirit of the Dragon Slayer?
Is it gone?
I still feel uncomfortable.
Sure it's strong, but is this what it is?
I don't think it's as powerful as defeating me, an English spirit who is considered a hero.
But that suspicion is going to blow!
There was no sound of sand.
All of a sudden the killing was approaching the back of my head with a sharpened shape!
Is it a coincidence that you were able to avoid it?
Is that a boon to your skills?
No, I don't care about that.
The man who attacked me looks back.
He's a Dada man with an invincible grin on his mouth.
I still see that.
The English Spirit of the Sea Devil's Attack.
Perhaps its identity is Francis Drake.
Demon dragons and feared pirates.
In fact, Teng himself destroyed Spain's invincible fleet.
What you're holding is a slightly curved one-handed sword.
Combined with a pirate-like costume, it looks oddly good.
"Huh!"
"Huh?"
He shot me in almost silently!
It's a miracle you were able to cope with the speed with which you would crush your time in one foot?
No, that's the kind of attack my body knew was avoided!
I paid him for his legs reflexively, but he ends up underdeveloped.
The Spirit jumped and dodged!
Let go of the soul of Budu.
He held a tomfer of divine stone on his left hand and pulled out the Kukri knife of the divine steel bird with his right hand.
What are the characteristics of the English Spirit in front of you?
Light.
And fast.
But it smells more dangerous than that.
Dirty.
And it's nice to have a ruthlessness that won't even quit by accident.
Worth the favor!
The English Spirit who takes a half-body stand silently.
It leads to a knife technique somewhere.
In short, it makes sense!
The tip of the sword is a single-handed lower section, aimed at the knee, but can it be fulfilled?
The change is likely to occur in several streets.
It would be impossible to predict and counter all of that.
In the first place, too fast!
I am also on the right side of my body in the form of a knife protruding forward.
The eyes of the English Spirit narrowed.
At the same time, he cheated on me and disappeared.
You can see it in front of you, but the signs have become rare?
The grin on your mouth remains sticky.
It doesn't feel good.
"Huh!"
"Huh!"
Jump forward at the same time and crush each other's distance!
Impact on your right shoulder?
For the first time since I new my gear, the pain I taste runs, but this is a good opportunity!
There's a Dada man's face right in front of you!
"Huh!"
Fly the spit contained in your mouth and hold your right arm with the sword.
It's not a trick.
I just switched the brace to the front left.
"Huh?"
The grin of the English Spirit disappears.
I dropped my hips and pinched my right knee with both legs as I extremed my right elbow.
The right hand Kukri knife is then sucked into the groin.
Unmaimed?
Maybe it's unbroken.
But, you know, you shouldn't even make a dirty, nice attack from the start.
My consciousness had also switched gears.
"Huh!"
Force-fold your right arm, push your shoulders in and go extremely far with your right leg too!
Let him go.
Besides, Englishman, you're trying to do something with your left hand, aren't you?
Can you read it?
"Huh!"
The English Spirit rolls out a dagger silently while taking damage.
I can't believe you're trying to choke my eyes!
You're the best!
"Humph!"
But you know what? I feel like a knife over here.
At present, he stabbed Kukri in the left thigh!
Any screams?
I can't hear you.
The English Spirit is still silent and turning his gaze over here.
Not yet.
They're still trying to kill me!
Living there isn't all about killing.
There's madness too!
This is dangerous!
Plug in your sides. Now aim behind your back.
I don't feel so much power from this English spirit.
But the threat is comparable to that of both the Rigid English Spirit and the Dragon-Killer English Spirit!
No, I don't know what you're going to set me up with. Is fear being put on top?
I strangled her naked when I went around behind her back.
How much do I like biting my wrist?
Too nice!
Next, what if I can add spells in [English Spirit Summoning]?
Choose Sea Demon Attack.
I want to apply for a match if I get the chance.
The style of combat is quite different, but it reminds me of someone.
I'm here occasionally with a swordsman descending, but it would also lead to a warlord of the warring nations.
If we're going to win, we're going to do everything we can to win.
They want you to give me a break while we're at it, but I think we're mutual there.
Not bad.
And there was even a preference.
"The [Knife] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Knife] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"The [wand] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Grasp] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Duplicant] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Dash] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Signs blocked] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
Now I can read three straight fights, step by step what is the subject.
What's next?
Is it the English spirit of the lion's shout?
Is it a loyalty reward country, or a bow horse martial arts?
Apparently, the English spirit of [English Spirit Summoning], which I can't use, is dealing with.
If it is to determine the difficulty here, loyalty reward countries are preferred.
Because we used to play against each other.
The level was quite different then and now, but it would still be a judgment material.
(Sports!)
Collect the Soul of the Cloth Du.
Well, is this really what you get?
In the case of horse martial arts, it is possible to be shot unilaterally with a bow and arrow.
In that case, you'll be using a teleport spell.
I don't want to use it if I can.
There are safety measures.
Switching to Leviataine.
To some extent, spears can be used against bows and arrows.
However, the true identity of the English spirit of Bow Horse Martial Arts is the Lord of the Source Dynasty.
Just throw a strategic weapon at your opponent, okay?
A slight sand tread reached my ear.
You don't seem intent on hiding it.
Besides, the sand was ringing around me at the same time.
Shit.
This is bullshit!
They're surrounded by troops or something!
It was the lightly dressed soldiers who appeared in circles around me.
No face, no martial bones, no score seems to be unified and not unified.
It looked familiar.
Soldiers who follow the English spirits of loyalty.
Are we all going to deal with me?
That's good, but the numbers are the numbers.
Unfortunately, you will use an attack spell.
But things are not right.
I don't see you attacking me.
Waiting for something?
What entered through the circle of siege?
This also looks familiar.
I am the English spirit of the loyal reward country.
Yuefei.
A hero of tragedy that ended without reward.
That style of combat can be described as unique.
I'm just wary of knowing!
Previous matches were wooden swords.
Not now.
That's not why I'm at war.
Because it is not usual for a killer to leak from a strict appearance.
The intimidation that gave the death a hunch was something to be afraid of.
Common with the English spirits who have fought so far in a row.
He's coming to kill me.
Yes, it is undoubtedly my enemy in front of me!
"The [two-handed sword] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Knife] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"The [wand] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Summoning Magic] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Duplicant] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"The [Endurance Walk] has been leveled with the current battle victory!
"[Tracking] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"Your current battle victory has increased your level of occupation!
"The race level has been increased with the current battle victory! Please add 1 point to any 2 status values."
I stopped thinking.
I feel like I've regained consciousness for some time.
My first thought was a question.
The Summoning Monster is not around.
Why does [Summoning Magic] level up?
That's fine now.
What about the English Spirit?
He was a brilliant fighter until the last minute, but apparently he did.
It disappears from my sight. [M]
Likewise, the soldiers who were circled around disappear.
Finally, the soul of the Cloth Du Mistress, who had it at the beginning of the battle, is also shattered and disappearing.
What I had in my hand now was a tomfer of divine stones.
It was convenient to push it against the throat of the English spirit and strangle it up, I feel.
And the Kukri knife of the divine steel bird.
This should have pierced the chest of the English Spirit.
It's as if that's already happened in some kind of dream.
Comparative validation with previous auditions?
Waiver on the way. Waiver!
It won't be a decent fight!
He was even chasing after us on the way!
It's hard to deal with someone who's too light!
Foundation Status
Dexterity value 72
Agility value 72
Intelligence value 110
Muscle strength value 72 ( 1)
Vitality 72 ( 1)
Mental Strength 110
"Bonus points will be added by 2 points. That brings us to 28 points."
It's nothing like an archaic match.
Battle style is quite different from then.
Thoroughly flirting sword moves seem flashy looking, yet cunning.
On top of that, it also switches to the Orthodox sword!
Still, I don't think this is true strength.
Murder and madness just seem real.
And yet, uncomfortable for some reason.
If you're just gonna kill me, why don't you come with all the English spirits?
Yes, that makes sense.
But now hurry!
The soul of Cloth Du is crushed by the English Spirit of the loyal reward kingdom.
It would also have affected that they were shooting at each other scatterly in the battle with the English Spirit of the Dragon Killer Swordsman.
What's next?
Is that the English spirit of the lion's shout?
The English spirit of martial arts.
In any case, it is a shame to confront it with a tomfer of divine stones and a Kukri knife of divine steel birds.
Shall we make it Leviataine?
No, let's make it my favorite thing.
It's a throat knife.
Again, the next footsteps were heard while the diamond and the Metropolitan eye were embedded in the pattern area and the pattern head.
There won't be just one.
But only one of them has a strange footstep, right?
Is it a heavyweight sign that it sounds loud when you do it, as if it shows a presence?
Maybe he's heavily armed.
And I guess he's a bold, invincible opponent who doesn't even hide himself.
I can already read it somehow.
It's the English Spirit of the Lion Shout!
Look at the rear where the noise was.
Again.
Heavy warrior with his squire.
Its appearance with armor helmets and shields in one hand is the style of a king.
What you're holding is a one-handed sword.
They look normal, but I know they have awesome aggression.
Is that a good sword?
Do you like the power of the English Spirit?
I'm sure it's both.
It'll be a tough fight for a shield.
I want that to happen.
Not a sweet opponent to defend against.
That shield should also turn into a terrible weapon and attack me.
I can already read that.
The English Spirit of the Lion's Shout is standing with his sword raised in front of him.
There is no way the squire will intervene in the fight.
This English spirit, whose identity is probably William I.
Lord Bastard Guillaume, perhaps.
Maybe I can tell by design, but I'm not that knowledgeable.
"CHEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Sorry, but no courtesy.
Let me shoot you in the first place!
Rude?
Excuse me, what is it?
The English Spirit placed his shield forward and slightly half-body.
Shield.
If you have a shield, how do you fight?
The best is the shields, slashing them to pieces.
I don't care if we can do it or not.
We're going on offense with that intent!
You should make it easy to understand!
"Munch?"
Did my blow get hit by a shield?
No, slightly, but I have a feeling I pushed into the English spirit.
And that's not gonna end it, is it?
"Huh!"
"Huh?"
Jump up the back of your leg.
Not to make the kick go straight.
To kick the sand up and slap it in the face!
The next moment you outmaneuver my attack, it's always the way to turn to attack.
That's what I'm after.
"Shah!"
The next slaughter was aimed at the ankle.
The shield is tapped to the ground and blocked perfectly.
I stuck it in there from my shoulder!
Push it in!
The chances of winning are thin if it was down.
No, there isn't!
As the English Spirit turns to attack, so does this one.
Then keep pushing in.
I'm sure it's difficult.
This Englishman probably won't have any clearance if he turns to take it!
I already know that.
That's why even dirty hands should be used.
I can't afford to choose the means.
"Hyahawoo!"
There was a strange voice at the point where the sword tip of the English spirit struck my face!
Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
Yeah.
Fun.
It's also true that this is fun!
Whatever you do, this English spirit will take it.
Best!
Then you're not going to go around and take it unilaterally.
This is going to be a long time.
Still, no spells, no martial arts, I don't feel like using them.
This is where you feel the depth of your business!
"The [machete] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Evasion] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Received] has leveled up in the current battle victory!
"[Magic Block] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[BODY ENHANCEMENT] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
"[Spiritual Enhancement] has been leveled in the current battle victory!
It looks like all parts of your body are covered.
I couldn't help but dare to hit him again and again.
I don't mean the recoil, but deliberately weakness.
I can see there's still tremor in my body.
Fear and madness, which had swelled fanatically, were quenching.
At the same time, joy and joy are calming.
There is no destructive impulse.
Everywhere, empty.
And wait for that time.
I was already sure.
What's the next thing you run into?
Must be the English spirit of Bow Horse Martial Arts.
If I'm challenged in a riding battle, I won't be able to beat you.
I think there are 28 horsemen in the subdivision, but the same applies even if these do not intervene.
It would be different if I had Panar. [M]
Besides, the opponent is Lord Yuan Dynasty.
It's a strategic weapon where comparable beings can become Nejo or Lupu.
Yes, it's not even a tactical weapon.
You can fight with your martial name alone.
Apparently, it's time.
There are definitely more than one sound trampling the sand that you can hear from behind me.
Maybe a horse.
You don't have to look.
I get it!
If it's a ride-along, what's the winning chance?
If we can do something about horseback riding, it could be a mutual battle.
No, that just finally clears up the unfavourable situation.
The opponent uses bows and arrows.
It's even suspicious if you'll come near me.
When I turned around, I knew, there was a group of horseback riders looming.
At the head of it is Lord Yuan Xue Dynasty.
You don't have to look at the difference in gear because you're in good shape. You'll see soon enough!
Awaiting the English Spirit
I don't know why, but the English Spirit is getting off the horse.
Placing an arrow barrel and a bow in the saddle, he seemed to have received something from the horseman following him.
What is that?
I get it.
I get it!
Japanese knife?
I guess I can describe it that way.
But the spirit's physique is much bigger than mine.
He's about 7 feet tall, and he's over 2 meters and 10 centimeters tall.
He has such a physique and a long body.
That's a horse-slashing knife.
It's definitely longer than the throat knife I'm holding, isn't it?
When the English Spirit waved the sword in his hand with one hand, he finally turned to us.
Oh, no.
This guy, he's laughing.
But it's not the grin of the beast.
You can even say it's good.
None of them are willing to kill.
No madness either.
Funny, the atmosphere is pretty different from the English spirits fighting here, huh?
Whatever the look on your face, fighting is the default route.
The discomfort I feel may soon be resolved.
Let's hope it changes as we fight.
I'm glad it didn't turn out to be a ride-along fight, apparently.
You don't have to use a spell for this.
Come on, let's kill him.
Each other's gains will be big enough to match the size and physique of a machete.
I don't expect it to be archaic, but I hope it helps a lot.
Oh, yeah.
Can you make it a video and record it?
You haven't tried this far.
Then it's time.
Let's try it now.
I would appreciate it if it seemed worthy of paying back later.