This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

The attack carried out by the five Wahash was too unilateral.

He beat me, kicked me, not my hands, not my legs. Jared is ravaged before overwhelming violence.

One blow at a time is too heavy. I just ate one shot and my body screams and squeals.

- On par with Almeida, no, it's more than that.

It has more than equal power compared to a master who is no match for upside down. Almeida is better at witchcraft than physical arts, but Wahash hunts Jared down without having to use witchcraft. Experience cultivated and the body itself built up is one weapon.

Even if he manages to kill one by letting go of his sorcery, a new one appears and resumes the attack as if nothing had happened. Sticking out the knife at the same time you got a blow, the results still remain the same and a new identity appears.

It was a hopeless development.

"Let's buy the temper we tried to kill without hesitation. But no matter how much he kills, the status quo won't change until he runs out of magic unless he kills me, the main body."

A voice is emitted from the five Wahashes who fall to the ground and overlook Jared, who is unable to move.

The only thing Jared could do, so beaten up that he wasn't even the strength to respond, was to bite his lips slightly.

Exercise the already expired physical strengthening magic again, with fists and kicks attacking one after another without forcing you to stand up or give you time to set up.

Bleeding flies through your mouth and nose. Consciousness tries, but it is also unacceptable to pass out because of the shock of being beaten.

There was no time to chant, no way out of Wahash's onslaught that didn't even give me the time to work out my magic, and Jared - he could only continue to withstand the attack.

"Do you surrender?

"... who, will"

Strengthen your fluttering knees, desperately trying not to fall, spitting blood and laughing in vain that you still have room.

"You're stubborn. Then you should know a little more about the difference in strength. Defeat is no shame, as long as you live, it will feed you and make you stronger."

Not long after Jared says something back, his fist is slapped in the face. Even retreating heavily, he was kicked in the back from behind and fell to the front. but they kick me up faster than my body touches the ground. A relentless blow strikes Jared's abdomen, sprinkled with blood and his feet floating off the ground.

"- Ha."

I don't know how many times it's going to be, spit out a chunk of blood, cough up. The appearance of kneeling and putting his head on the ground as if begging forgiveness would have seemed unbroken if there had been a third party.

But - Jared's eyes hidden with his hair are not dead. My heart wasn't broken yet. Jared's face, which couldn't possibly be seen from Wahash because he was looking down - had an invincible grin.

Moments turn all magic to physical abilities, crushing the ground and fleshing to one of the five Wahashes. Grab the belt with your left hand and use your strength to grip it as if it were something you would absolutely let go.

"You're the main body!

The right palm bottom strikes one who appears to be the body of Wahash. And

- Brilliant.

Instead of being flat despite being punched through the jaw, Jared will end up with a truce that he doesn't know how many times it will be to Wahash, who even sends praises.

"Well done. I spotted myself as the main body. Daimyo, you must have seen and judged the swing of magic."

Jared opened his eyes wide to Wahash's words.

"Instead of interfering with the Spirit and releasing sorcery, you must have realized from their point of view that I was the main body. It's because of your rare physique."

I was spotted.

Wahash doesn't do anything like ask. I assured you. In fact, you were right.

Jared interfered with the spirits, and instead of devoting his magic and borrowing the power necessary for sorcery, he borrowed his eyes. Improvised judgment and action were burdensome, but successful. By seeing Wahash from the Spirits' point of view, he saw the sway of magic and spotted the body making the separation.

- Nonetheless, it was being read. I'm not surprised that it's a behavior that I've come up with.

I can't even hold remorse anymore. Jared just laughed at the overly overwhelming difference in strength and experience.

"How did you - you got a blow you could have avoided?

"A reward. You'll regret being beaten down and defeated unilaterally."

- I'll kill you one day.

"If that happens, you'll be a good warrior. But not now. Now you lose."

tons, and quietly Wahash's hand is placed on Jared's chest.

What did you think you were going to do, the shock hit you and your body blew up?

Shock and pain so much as illusion that you've been crushed all over your body, you can't even scream, you can't even take a reception and unnecessarily fall from your back to the ground.

"This is called a magic cannon. A blow that does not require chanting, although it is not magic, but a simple one that releases magic as artillery fire, becomes a powerful blow by the magic that can be included. You should remember."

"Damn, damn..."

"In the time I was born, even with attribute magic, I just used it according to the occasion. All that was left was simple sorcery. The true powerful were not captured in attributes, etc., whether they were magicians or knights. You should learn more about how to harness that blessed magic."

Additions and subtractions had been made. In that evidence, the body still moves, trying to get up. Pushing into the limbs to see if this is still the case, it moves slowly.

"I'll admit I'm still in the mood to fight. But you lost - Jared Murphy."

I take the declaration of Wahash, who managed to mercilessly beat down Jared, who stood up.

Vault Toyfel's battle with chief Wahash was Jared's defeat before an overwhelming battle power difference.

Thus the battle between my grandson and my grandfather ended.