Tower of Karma

In the outline, seeing Alfred approaching, seeing a smile convinced of victory, something, something that was sinking in the depths, peels and faces.

"Oh, wow, wow, wow!

The joints blew off the torrid pain in the mood, forcing him to lift his arms with his shoulders, twisting his instincts down and swinging them down as much as he wanted. My arm stretched and my elbow joint stuck in its original position in exchange for intense pain. I have pain. It also feels loose.

The elbows were dislocated in the correct sense of breaking the fascia, as they never removed the national outline either, so the pain and relaxation are not in parallel.

"Covo Oo"

A national code that sweats nasty on your forehead from pain and still prepares you to breathe in pain.

"Did you think you could win?!?

Interception by airway. Alfred struck in the next attack while recirculating, but there was no sign of a national outline there.

It was a piece of paper, a slip of foot, and a piece of thin skin was scratched at a distance.

(There is no special change in fist punching. Of course, the problem so far since the start of the fight has been corrected sequentially, but that is the scope of my assumption. Admittedly, the learning speed is not concomitant, but it is not enough for this difference to be filled in one battle. But the moves...)

Standing joints I showed you earlier, foot moves in combined condition. It is not worn overnight with passivity. With little to show, he filled a hole he couldn't even find himself in. Of course, other than that, there's a chance there's holes everywhere.

It's just a possibility, not a certainty. If he was completing his moves with something he didn't know - I didn't feel like telling him to set them up.

(What do you see in this man!?

A national framework that takes the distance while releasing fist punches in the airways. The opposing Alfred strikes with a move that he obviously hopes to combine. If you're a team player, you can win, a move you're sure of. If he was a normal opponent, he would stand where he wanted the National Structure, but for some reason, he couldn't care less.

That must be due to one thirst deep within him.

The thought that I should have cut and thrown away with immaturity - avoided encountering the unknown.

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The two of us ending up in a meeting without a combination. One pushed its flow, the other in the form of dating, but it looked more like an upside down wind in the eyes of the king.

"Is the lead Temeer's boy?"

"Sounds like it."

"Throwing moves? What kind of moves? Since we met on that, the flow has changed. I know that the National Structure hates it and wants to bring it into battle with a favorable fist fight. I also know that it's your boy who wants the opposite combination. It's so obvious, I don't like it. Prepare the way for this, not the pitfalls, but someone who's good at it."

"I don't know who you are, but you're a bad character."

"Ouch. Even the devil has a little more love."

William laughs and relays Wolfe's jokes with his nose.

"So, what are you after, Father?"

"Do I know? I don't know that note. I also thought about how I would break it, but I didn't see how I could break that move one-on-one. On the battlefield, I'd think of stabbing each of my men or shooting them with a bow from a blind spot."

"... Wow, the way you think remains a mess, White Knight Y"

"I don't want you to be the most disturbed person in the world."

"What is it, a turbulent face?

"Know what? Well, that way of thinking is similar to mine. It's not the right time to assemble, but what you're trying to do will be just like you imagined, Mountain Dog."

"That means the combination is a sprinkler or a gray-haired monkey"

"I guess. Fighting on winnable muscles is a king's road, but if you want to break someone who wins on overall strength, that's not enough. Of course, if that's all you have, you'll have to fight there and make a living, but if you have a hand tag, guide it well -"

"Do you hang up sometimes? I thought you didn't look much alike, but you don't like it."

"Your son would be the same. You look just as arrogant with no great track record."

"Oh? Yan, Gora. It's me and Nika's son, right? You're stupid, but you're a ghost."

"I'm sorry, but you can't do that with me and that. If you're going to take on my son, you better change your mind. My mother's blood is stronger than mine, he is."

"Is my mother a plain child when I went to see her in the north? I don't think so."

"You judge things too muscularly. I never beat Rutgard on him once. Everything he wanted, he changed on the board, he won, he got away."

"Ho heh. That's what I said first. We need to talk more."

"Well, he couldn't beat a real fool like that, either."

William snaps with a voice that can't even reach Wolf next door.

The battle is on the board. A Gentile master who seemed infinite, the move narrowed greatly by his fear of the unknown and his thirst for victory. Alfred attacking without a gap in thought. It shows more than necessary that the moves are aimed at.

That's why I have to take the option of taking a distance, I take it.

William understood that this was Strachez. Show it to the wind you're about to win it off with winnable muscle, and your destiny is the king himself. The local victory in muscle was thrown away by making a clear offense.

Instead...

I'll show you how to win.

Get victory. It's my battle, a little bit, to wear.

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I had a bad feeling. Feels like you're being sucked in, moved. Still, the choice was narrowed down and there was no choice.

Yes, I was guided as I thought.

That's why...

(There is no long-term battle. no more, no more play required)

Pick a winning hand. Fist and fist, in the positive-attack method, front breakthrough.

(The ultimate in the airway, take it!

From perfect weakness to moments of impact, he protrudes his fist without any help. For a moment, a fist that puts all its energy into smashing your opponent at a superb time. Win streamlined, luxurious, and straight paths with the maximum power you have. Much more maximum firepower than I just showed you.

At the moment of shooting, the National Structure saw what Alfred looked like. A grin opposite the innocence I showed earlier. Again, that doesn't shake. Convinced of the victory, the laughter of the winner.

Alfred had taken a stance that pushed his strength forward as opposed to the national outline. By the time the National Structure was launched, we were just saying we were on target, and we could see from the start that this offense was the aim. I can't retreat now, I'm not even willing to retreat.

Best positive fist poking. This is the contender.

From there, Alfred was forced to twist his arms to create a spiral vortex. Strength from strong seismic legs. I put it on there, the power of the 'helix'. Rigid fist, put on there a new perspective born in Laurencia.

"... this is"

A vortex of destruction rides the fist.

The highest of the National Structure was bounced and blown away by a vortex of spirals. As it was, Alfred's fist ran through the midline and stood in the belly of the national outline with a painful roar.

Marks are engraved so that they are twisted.

"You didn't throw away Laurencia's toys, either, did you?

"Oh, Govo!?

From the mouth, from the nose, all the moisture erupts with the puke. Around the country line, Alfred flaunts it. The winner was obvious to everyone's eyes.

"Ah, but ha! What do you mean, power? Ku, ku, mi, brilliant."

"Do you still want to do it?

"After exposing myself to ugliness, I was even pitied. Don't be so shameless, I am."

Fluffy, kneeling and sitting upright, the statehood quietly lowered its head -

"I'm here."

After I say that, I spit out my stomach fluids again.

"Thank you. You were a wonderful user."

The smile is the laugh of the winner. It was the laughter of the king, the one who kept winning.

"Winner, Alexis Ray Albion!

Cheers don't wake up. Few understood their battle, including the last offense.

It may have looked like a low-level game, lacking speed of offense to the amateur. It would be difficult to tell them to understand the masses, such as the technology they were working on.

Therefore, this battle was not very popular. The more skilled the warrior, the greater the scar left by this battle, the deeper it became. The value of the battles, moves, and national platforms that have so far overshadowed Laurencia's perceptions will be borne out by the strength that Alexis shows.

As Alfred's struggling opponent, the masses will also change their perceptions. Sadly, the eyes of the masses are relative.

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aisle in front of the cabin. The two of us can be fooled in a place where there is no one to worry about.

"I want you to tell me"

"If you're a doctor, I can introduce you to the people you recommend."

With all due respect, the man who came after Alfred with an obsession to still ask, the national outline he had just lost, was where he was.

"How did you get to the softener?

In the eyes of the national outline came a colour that had not been there before the battle.

Alfred is weak in his eyes.

"I'm addicted to medicine. He has done dozens of acts of human autopsy, that is, slashing people and examining their contents, that are not often done there. I guess that feels linked to your moves. I have a good memory, me."

That's why I gave you the answer.

Probably because I will never fight again than I have crossed this opportunity.

"... kill and cure people," he said? Stupid. "

"I think it's going to be popular. For better or worse, contraindications are unknown areas, repeat triand errors and people move on. It's the same in every field."

"You have to ask. Western culture."

That said, the state line collapses.

"Are you okay?

"Knowledge of another field to the martial arts, well, heh, so deeper than me. Some stars can't be seen by martial arts alone, huh? To study, done."

The National Structure passed out with a sunny grin.

Alfred with a troubled face next to it. Call the clerk, or wait till you wake up.

A place where no one is. Only one neighbor passed out, too.

"Uh, shit."

So finally, Alfred removes the king's mask.

"No."

Leaning against the wall with a skewed face to the pain.

It's getting dull, but it's not gone. You're right that you can't erase it. The problem was therefore - knee.

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Ryuji Temple and National Tsunami were walking out to be treated by a doctor referred to them by Alfred. First aid, by the way, is at Alfred's disposal. Needless to say, it was a tongue-wrapping arrangement.

Several bones were damaged and severely injured when his opponent was hit by a spiral fist. Though the opposite arm was put right in, it was still severely injured due to dislocation that tore the fascia.

In the meantime...

"Nice to meet you. Words, they make sense, don't they?

"You are, oh, the tail of the combination."

"It's Fenris. Is that all you get? It's more like that, see? Looks super strong or something."

"You're arrogant as the battle goes. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in you."

"Even if it's not for you, it's for me."

Fenris' eyes were shooting straight through the national outline. Too straight in the eye, the cheeks of the national outline loosen. It's like, aren't you a child, pure emotion,

"What's your strength? Is that what I get?

Pure doubt. It's too straight, and I don't even feel like twisting it.

"I won't deny it in the future. But if you're talking about this tournament, I can't."

The national outline could not dislike this arrogant but straight man. Ask if you have any questions without shame or hearsay. Simple this behavior, how many human beings will be able to practice it by fulfilling it? Especially if the more powerful you are, the more pride you won't let your self-esteem get in the way and take that action.

"You didn't answer my question before that."

"I can tell you by mouth."

That being said, the National Structure holds the sword with a dislocated and loose arm, as opposed to a dominant arm.

"Well, that's quick and helpful. I move my hands more than my mouth."

"It's not complete, and I want to get treated quickly. Let me do it gently, gently."

Smooth enough to pull out a knife not to think of it as the opposite hand. The glow of his body...

Fenris intended to defend himself more than necessary. The opponent sees one arm, that one damaged as well. There is no insult, and I took it with the intention that I set myself considerably above the power I 'saw'.

But Fenris was being grabbed by a buttcake.

The sword I've been using ever since I became independent - after being splendidly amputated.

"I don't need strength. Do you understand, Wolf? You're not even happy to kill. [M] That this deals with swords. Tell your people. Now the knife is crying in front of you."

"... I..."

"I didn't mean it. I know, that's about it. But it's good to remember that the bill went crazy. That guy, not as good as me, but he can use close moves. Chronic and alert, if it's to win, he'll wear it fine and grab the chance. I know because it's the same species. He wanted to test his moves, the knowledge he had gained, but abandoned his desire to win. And I used my immaturity to win."

Fenris seemed to have a wind where the national outline was more wounded than injured. Perhaps he committed something unforgivable to himself before losing.

Until that's what it is, I don't know.

"Prepare yourselves. It's my biggest enemy, and I have to throw it away. What extremes a move for, it is nothing more than to exceed power. Me and him are still on the way. Then we'll see our own way. Woohoo, I still regret it. This is too lacking in fairness"

On the back of a national platform where one person is convinced to leave, Fenris...

"You, get in my boat. Out of the ocean, we're going to your country! I'm gonna eat you guys all the time!

"... well, that's an interesting story. Let's think about it."

The arrogant, luxurious, unmistakable eyes you feel from your back are still likable. Plus, it's also true that I'm just a little interested. I can't even hope for pure force versus skill, but I don't know how he stands around the gift of being born, and on top of that, this hunk of talent fights...

I gave him the key. Expand or throw away, it's up to him.