Tower of Karma

"I don't even know about the genre, but that's a Singh country fist. My father and mother, Respect, of the Airways passed on to my country, but I don't think it's inferior right now."

Alfred cursed God. Nothing, now and at this time, is too much of a prank, such as calling people like him to the land.

"Did you think a fist could win? I don't think so. Continuing battle, referee! The realm of practice that you don't even see in other countries. I didn't expect to meet the land's martial arts in the land of Laurencia, but I have more bones than all the users of the loose shell, the rotten Kowloon!

"Hey, that's not good."

"Hahahahahahaha! Fun, the offense with a near-level opponent is heh!

streamlined martial arts with artistic beauty. Alfred's it was a thing with no gaps to go with his own rationality. Beautiful then. A number of moves absorbed from the desert people, from the black stars, from Raul. I also have ink from black stars who know the real deal.

Then I'm sure it's better to think of them as a practice than to think of them as immature.

Multiple overlapping fists, ringing heavy bass. The movement that crushes speed is alive and well, and the power is mutual.

(Too different. I don't even know what's different)

(You're confused. That should be it, too. As for the fist, the completeness of the moves alone is mutual. But in a meeting, I push. Foot twisting, connecting moves, and core technology still say things here. It's a shame)

The National Structure laughs. I didn't think I'd enjoy it so much. A critical offense with myself. A headache that would be packed all at once if you lost your mind. Intelligence transmitted from the whole body, its instantaneous power greatly deviates from that of man.

(Genius samurai. Normal samurai don't think. I thought in training and let the five bodies indulge in it so that I could show it without thinking. That's how I can use it in action for the first time, but apparently you're not in that area. The stuffing will come in time. at the same speed as the reflection. Genius, you are)

Alfred's presence is what equates to a miracle for a nation whose moves are extreme. Many of the samurai gathered in this land are blessed with physical abilities. I can't even look at their martial arts.

Even losing to them would be tantamount to being bitten by a beast for the state line.

"You can't lose!

But if you're someone who can compare moves, it's not a story.

"This!

Disturbed concentration and misty pale atmosphere with each other. Without realizing it, the National Structure was thirsty for victory. Thoughts I've never even had when I was in the East or when I came this way. Because for the first time in my life, I have found the talent to outdo myself in the direction I want.

The offense continues unaware of the change.

Standing around snuggling and not letting you breathe. It is necessary to prepare quite a few conditions in order to reach a deep concentration. The National Structure, which has begun to be thorough in its battles, will not let it.

of the national outline, a blow aimed at that gap. I admire the fact that it's a good way to spot the steeple during this moment. However, he does not know that there is a derivation of this receipt.

"Sweet!

It can take a devastating blow in the middle of a circular motion.

"Huh!?

(There is also a similar way of receiving the Singh country's fists. I guess the problem was that you thought you could break through with that, huh? Yes, in your opinion, it will be.)

Alfred was stunned by the unbridled difference.

(Waste of power. As long as the point is suppressed, it's good with half of it, such as power. If it's the same power, it's double)

Finally, Alfred's fist is pushed back.

(Weakness and strength. An instant, the art of shredding waste is the Wu)

National Structure, Strong.

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"... that kid, that's a bakemon."

Black Star watched the battle with a bitter look on his face. A man who is more than once younger than himself can't stay calm because he is so extreme not only in swords, but even in fists. Blank was the last man of the strongest martial arts group in the Singh Nation, Kowloon, even with himself.

He is the youngest former genius to sit in that seat.

Subtle opponent if even that self can win. Besides, he's reaching that pale frontier. My master, in that realm he was reaching.

"Look, seniors. Not if it's twisted. This guy is unmistakably real. And just like in the time of the Singh Nation, it doesn't make sense to ordinary people. You're gonna laugh, the art of weaving these geniuses isn't echoing most of the time. You're kidding."

A man who left his country in despair in a world where fakes spread. But watching that guy makes it more silly to care about other people's eyes and stuff. Everywhere I am prepared to drown in my moves for my own sake. Do I have the temper to get there now?

A short distance from the Black Star, there was a man standing without a sign. He was a boneless windy man, but he didn't have any emotions on his face. I was just staring at the two people fighting. No one knows that the grip was seeping with blood.

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"I just asked you what you were up to!

"Hey Mira, I got to back you up"

"You need backup for such a weak man! Let's lose. Let's go!

"... Mira's encouragement, right?

"Wow, I don't know, but I guess not"

There were louder cursing murmurs flying from Arcadia Momentum's seat than anywhere else.

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"Oh, that's stupid! Why is Alfred here? Right, that's a show. Like when you were in Athena, you dared to draw your opponent's moves -"

"No. Do I look like I can afford that?

"Oh! I know that!

Bardovino watched the battle quietly without lending an ear to Ivan and Athena's argument. Something terrific is flying around, I know what to do. But I can't grasp the tail of that awesomeness.

Know that's the limit of your own, Suns Ross stack.

"Long for what? You won't be a winless opponent!

"I'm a winnable opponent, Princess. But you can't use that one. You know the princess, right? What happened after the guards took over your father?"

"Gu, gu. But losing without doing anything like this'

'It can't be. At the end of the day, even if you cut the card, you'll win. But it will expose the bottom to many of these venues'

"My father, he must be among the athletes who can defeat Atrocities' national guard Aswan Nasser!

"Now, Princess. The National Guard is afraid of them. So I'm not willing to expose myself to the critical. In order to win, the phase must be overrun somehow. It's hard, but we just have to watch. Believe me, my hero. '

'Naturally. Where is the queen who doesn't believe her number?

Dimyart takes his gaze off the girl who watches the fight at his temper and watches the fight.

(I don't know. The first time I fought you, I felt the same way. Strong, I guess. Better than me. To say I don't know, that's what I mean)

There is nothing else than to believe. No one follows a losing national guard, not to mention an external match.

Whether their honeymoon lasts or not depends on winning or losing. All in all.

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It was Alfred who took the distance first. That was, as it were, alluding to wins and losses in this melee. Strength mixes with a smile. I can't, but it's getting clear.

"I enjoyed it. Honestly, I always thought that would be good if I could fight the next opponent, but it seemed like you were going to win. I was underestimated. Sorry. And thanks."

"... you sound like you're done."

"As a matter of fact, I can't fall apart with your moves. If it breaks down, I won't lose."

"... yes, will it be? I have no choice."

Alfred takes a deep, deep breath as he is forced to distance himself. It's like getting into something.

"I won't let you."

The fierce men entering the venue also quieted down in unison. A quiet breeze rises. A clear atmosphere for everyone.

"Plans are crazy things. My incompetence is paid for by my body."

And...

"He says I won't let him!

Before looking ahead, the national outline was approaching at full speed. The man who was supposed to look forward to it, comparing himself to even a flashing move, moves in the same realm, was approaching from an impulse he didn't even know, grabbing Alfred's collar.

(Speaking of which, why am I so focused on winning?

From there, the National Structure unfolds moves that it has never shown, nor intended to show, in this land. Alfred, who was breathing well, takes it defenselessly. No, vigilance was pointless in the first place. Because the moves were still too systematically different.

A move against your will. Deeper than reflection, his jealousy of talent, his thirst for victory, was causing the nation to take this action.

This move is systematically referred to as softness in their country. Martial arts that control the opponent without fisting. This is the move that binds the opponent more efficiently than a fist fight and holds the biocide.

(Not good!? What you did with me! Keep it coming from your head -)

Grab the collar neck, then disturb the opponent's flow up, down, left, right, and vice versa. Collapse and throw the opponent on your back so that this one flows. This is also a reason to conquer power.

"Oh, I see."

I get dropped from my head. It is a desperate predicament in view of its own weight and throwing power, as well as the solidity of the ground, but there was no sway in Alfred's eyes.

In a moment, there is a red atmosphere.

Give me your right hand and let the force escape to the ground under seismic leg guidelines. Through the stages, kill the power.

He stretched his elbow straight out for one step, bent his elbow for two steps, and finally removed his shoulder for three steps and killed off his power in three stages.

It is a small miracle that was not fulfilled in its normal output.

"Then, stupid!?

Alfred smiles at the consternation.

"I've removed this shoulder before. It's a little easy to remove."

(Mi, don't be disturbed. Indeed, there was no idea of removing the shoulders and killing the power. That's what it is. There is no change in the big picture. Breathing's messed up over there, all across the shore, underdeveloped. I don't have time to go in either, but I won't let them in either)

A national framework that desperately calms the impatient chest. Alfred, against, showed a slightly painful sleigh but put his shoulders back in and was already in a state of battle. I am too used to destroying my own body. This is not the only occasion. From the general offense, there was discomfort.

(... this man, no way, is that what you're saying?

Instinct, not working. Reflections are not working.

(Extreme… something to spit on. That's the way to ruin the future!

Pain, transcendent. Otherwise it's weird.

(There's no way you can do that much more than exceed the limit, albeit for a moment. Whether you are resistant to pain or dull to pain, it is not a normal condition. I thought I was shaken by the gap I showed you earlier, the pain, but is there anything sincere about it?

So the national framework thought it would be easier to transcend.

(This man, I don't know)

Finally, the national framework understands the situation.

The unknowns were one another again.