Tower of Karma

It was released from both perceptions. It shot through the demon's leg.

"" Become!?

Ivan is stunned and looks around for a moment as he takes his distance. My head hasn't been processed in a situation I wasn't expecting at all.

The person shot the other way is an instant and sees the man standing. A fierce obsession was seen distorting the appearance of the adorable boy and admiring him for hatred.

"You, you, you, you, you, you!

Ferrante does not glance at Ivan and rushes out at full sickness without worrying about the foot shot. The gaze is just one point, only Alfred standing on the roof.

"... alas, was it good for me too? I'd have saved you a lot of trouble if I'd known."

The monster jumps and runs on the roof in a motion he can't believe he was shot in the foot.

Alfred shoots the bow silently, but all is sent and the demon also stands on the roof.

"I won't make your appearance an art. My, disturbing demon. I'll kill you, strip you, and tear you to pieces. Giha, smudges, smudges"

"They hated me. I like you a lot, though. Funny."

"Colos!"

Ferrante comes straight in. Alfred smiles childish when he sees it. Black coat, then removed from its cuffs is a dark vessel, needle. Assassins and others are a fine assassination weapon called a thousand.

He had a secret in his chest that he wanted to use it in action once from the experience of being attacked when he left Arkas. Honestly, I understand that these little craftsmen don't make much sense to this monster, and they still don't make sense to someone who doesn't even change one expression with an arrow where they stabbed him in the first place except at a steep point. I still use Alfred all the time here.

For one reason.

"Shh!"

Because I wanted to try it. A total of six needles sandwiched in my fingers run through the universe.

"N!"

Half of them were kicked with sickles and half of them were squeezed normally. Effect, none.

"... well, get your mind back on it"

Convulsion with needles means nothing and the path is straight without any change.

Awesome speed, but too foolish.

(There's no way you're straight -)

Receiving enemies, the monster rapidly bends the direction of travel from there and comes around to slip.

(- Right)

Alfred takes an impending sickle with his arm.

"I'm out of arms!

"Too bad. It's not cheap enough to make it easier for you, my arm."

"Huh!?

Under the black coat there was a brilliance of iron. It was Yelena's special iron cage hand that prevented the sickle, thicker than she assumed because it was her standard, and heavily built for that matter, but it was another story that sneered that it was also her love.

"I'm going with my fist this time."

"Bare hands again. Don't lick me!

I didn't lick it.

The handless advantage was the rate of rotation produced from the short reach, and the speed produced by it was the answer for the demon. Swords over spears, fists over swords, and sometimes short reach can be weapons. Of course I can't take it with meat, so this time I changed my gear. It was quite a miscalculation when it was heavy and the rotation rate dropped.

(Yeah, I'll take it in time, and this weight, not bad)

Weight is power. I figured that out by seeing the momentum. Streams of power, happenings are things emanating from their own weights. Improving it has a few steps at the point of occurrence, meaning it can be raised. The percentages are further improved if recoil is used.

Results -

"Gi!?

Boom, and Alfred's fist swings empty. A fist so destructive that the monster is wary. It was enough to monster and confuse me as to where such power was hidden in this body. A great advantage for Alfred, a heterogeneous martial arts.

"Come on, I'm not letting you get away with this."

Alfred grabs Ferrante's arm.

"You're the one who dies!

He dares to swim Ferrante, who tries to strip him of restraint by force, and even uses his power to manipulate his actions. I have no sense that the person is manipulating me. You even think you're swinging Alfred. But the truth is, naturally, the opposite.

"It's time to put the curtain down, to the pathetic story of the Phantom"

Control of the force, even use the opponent's power, so that it flows. Alfred slaps Ferrante on the roof. The demon can't understand what happened and how this happened. Understanding the power that branched out from the point of view of momentum was already well beyond Laurencia's build-up.

It's still only in him now, his own physics.

"This is the end."

Alfred, in the process of suppressing the demon on the roof, turns his arm around his own neck and causes his neck to be tightened with his own. The other arm holds down the disc stone position with his foot.

"Good night, Ferrante"

Strangle it and your consciousness will fly. The method of execution called strangulation is taken in every country. Experiments were being conducted in Marcia using death row inmates, including at that stage, as to why consciousness flies and how long the human body would cease to function if it were squeezed.

A famous experiment in its muscles, also described in a book called Human Making. Naturally, it was also in Alfred's head. This is the best way to fly consciousness without killing it and make it a living catch. This is how it was assembled from the beginning.

After an encounter with this perspective, we give birth to a martial arts system in Laurencia, but that is another story ahead of us.

"Ugh!"

"Huh!?

Now it's just because my surprise for the human body has won.

Ferrante stripped away the restraint by force with the roar. It is an incredible force. Positions, positions, everything should have been in Alfred's favor, but if we were to be forced to solve it, the formula would need to be reassembled.

The demon didn't miss that comma.

"Cine"

Alfred to be kicked off. The body jumped out of the roof.

"Dear Alfred!

Ivan's trying to rush over is also a distance away. I can't make it.

"Where I crashed, Colos"

Ferrante stares at Alfred's fall as he nods his tongue. He was pushed out into the air in an inadequate position and fell. It's not like I'm ready to jump. It was also disastrous that I chose a tall building to get the angle of shot and range.

But Alfred was the only one who was calm on this occasion. I can't help what has fallen. Concentrate your thoughts on what to do from here. Countless answers that also pop up during the moment. Making rounding choices and exploring the best moments.

Come on, it's an experiment.

Alfred was slapped to the ground with an awesome grin.

"Gu, uhh!

The ground surface is made into an unlimited circle, from which the ground surface is reassembled at high speed. to disperse the impact of the fall and flush it to the ground.

Humans are not spheres. Plus it's physically impossible to completely flush it off where you reassembled your posture how quickly. Still, we can get close.

After trial and error, it is appropriate to approach the best and overshadow many expectations.

"... what are you doing?!?

"Golden Knight, Alexis."

He was Alfred, who stood up dressed up, but he was actually pretty strong. I suppress the feeling of wanting to be foolish that I wish I had at least fallen off my feet, and I stand still.

It shows no pain or weakness. An iron wall smile.

"Why don't we settle this time? Poor artist."

Picri and Ferrante react. Until he threw the word, the option of escape was on his head. That 's--

"Peeling a man and letting him be himself will not make you who you aspire to be forever. No matter how far you go, you are nothing but a monster. You're a phony, Ferrante!

The thought is misty.

"Oh, oh, my, my art, my, my, my wo!

There is a lot of passion. As a result of linking information and conversation to date and all points, the provocation that became like prayer bore fruit. There was nothing I could do about getting hit on the run over there. Alfred smiles secretly. Now it's time to end it.

"Come on, monster. I'll show you the real Shauhausen."

"You speak the name of God!

The pathetic monster Marcia gave birth to. An artificial monster built to give birth to Schauhausen. His obsession ends up there. Phantom who keeps stripping away his appearance in search of a chauhausen that will never be available.

"I'll kill you!

A alien monster that runs down from the roof and even uses its momentum to penetrate it.

There was a sad story.

"Even faster than earlier. It's dangerous, Master Alfred!

"You don't need power or speed to be perfect, in the words of someone with a thick face."

"Huh? Say what..."

Ivan was breathtaking to see Alfred's setup. My, counter-like setup. That's what he's trying to do. Half-body, my upper body is awake more than I am. His left hand was slowly lowered, his right arm gently bent and ready to fire.

"The power, the speed, the opponent."

Fast beyond the limit. Without moving to it, Alfred intercepts.

"Death!

Sickles emitted from unreasonable speed. It was so destructive. Look at it, Alfred takes care of it without shaking. Stretch the Yelena Iron Armor on your left so that it can slide the opponent's attack and reciprocate.

"- Huh!?

Everything is instant.

The right hand had already been fired. When it slipped through, it was settled.

Attack too fast. Ferrante's speed slowed down and raised Alfred's moves, that level. It is a feeling like never before.

It feels like you've fallen preoccupied with one ideal image within you.

"Yeah, it's perfect"

Falling Ferrante. Consciousness is completely obliterated. Alfred's fist passed as he flushed the attack with his iron armor and nearly collapsed with momentum gained. In its conductor was Ferrante's jaw, a fist that was neither fast nor strong enough to be shot out as it was to be placed, which significantly rocked the Phantom's brain and completely pruned his consciousness.

There's something in Alfred's eye.

It's a little pale.

"The counter is timing. By the way, this was the first time someone took a third one, and that was the reverse. Hey, refreshing."

The signs fogged in an instant, but they still managed to capture Ferrante alive as a result. Ivan is an option he has been throwing away since the beginning.

"Mission accomplished. Shall I report it to the leader?"

The vessel is too big to be black, Ivan thought so.

I can't see the bottom of the man restraining Ferrante with a rope at the crossing of his nose. No matter how many times I look at it, my surprise is renewed and my certainty turns into something stronger.

My path is with him. I'm so sure...