Tower of Karma

Eight strong men left to win. There are brave warriors lined up.

Alexis Ray Albion, with golden hair and pale eyes peeking from under his mask. The more they are sometimes called the Golden Knight, the more they show the activity that put Laurencia back on in a short period of time. From just rumors to truth, a mysterious man.

In fact, Arcadia's first prince, Alfred von Arcadia. It was the third most popular Lower Horse Review in Shirai.

Orpheus. The light of madness behind the blind. He was under the impression that he had slipped away with discreet activity, but he showed his true nature in the battle against Palomides and made a jump in his name to El Touré. With a super feel that doesn't miss a slight amount of timing, its spears now boast some of the best speed and strength of the tournament. Popularity is seventh.

Xena Sid Campeador. A genius who repainted the finest of samurai in Estado, the youngest record of Campeador. Except for the nappy thing, it combines super height, high technology, and roughly everything a warrior requires. As a fighter of being a woman, the element of being disadvantage is also pointless if you are as gifted as she is. Popularity is fourth.

Mira. The tournament's premier dark hose now. The Lower Horse Review is the eighth place in the chisel, but its strength has just won it so far. Since the first opponent, there hasn't been a struggling struggle, and then the opponent couldn't keep up with her who meant it. There is also the possibility that if you eat Campeador, you will jump to a one-jump winning candidate.

Baldovino Pertine. His real name is Sans Ross. A warrior who served Jed Campeador for three generations who was not mainstream in Estard. He has won this far with his flashy standings, but it is in the plain motion he sees from time to time that his mystery is kept secret. Popularity is fifth.

Rionel Girarde, the only final weapon sent to the Games by the superpower Garias. Its monstrosity, which has overwhelmed all the games to this point, has yet to even see the bottom. A dish polished with the total power of Garias. The Lower Horse Review regarded it as a grand place.

SCORE GRAPE Neil. Young Junying, who leads Valhall's Army, is not very motivated by himself and is not popular because he has won plainly so far. However, the recognition from intellectuals is unexceptionally high because he has worked well in some actual battles for his position as a young general. Popularity is sixth.

Fenris Gunk Strider, the most powerful man on earth, only with his son, initially the most popular almost side-by-side with Alexis with a proven track record, but basically the instability of occasional glimpses in overwhelming, sometimes uneven and gradually degraded in ratings, still the second most popular thing is just bloodline, and the definite strength commensurate with it being appreciated.

These are the eight warriors who made it to the top eight in Olumpia.

"- It is I, Airhardt von Arcadia, who will preside from here on out. The undersecretary continued to be my ally. Angelum von Kruger, the man who supported Arcadia as a black knight during the absence of our king!

"... Didn't I tell you I'd do it solemnly?

"The festival is exhilarating. What is it?

"... ha"

The Arcadia royal family did not expect to be judged, and the masses opened their mouths more gently to the royal nobles sitting in their seats.

"Brother, your life suits your skin now"

Eleonora, her real sister, smiled limply,

"I've become a better eater than I was when I went to the royal palace, brother."

Claudia, a belly-up brother and sister, also laughs bitterly.

Venue to show off the excitement of the Airhardt progression. When it comes to judgment, people in China say that if they execute it, the grade on the spot will jump. Ba Qiang gives the venue the heat it deserves for the stage of shredding the bamboo, and further expands its tongue to cover it.

Speaking to the masses in an unexpectedly casual, cheerful way with so many people as he would have been sitting on the throne without even the exception of William is felt close to the masses, while it pains those who know him to have mismeasured the size of the vessel.

It's freedom that has wings.

"- Let's leave Alexis and Orpheus behind for the first game of the day, and let's all back off for once. I want you to watch the first two dead fights to increase your focus. Whether you cry or laugh, one battle wins out, and from here you will be the warriors' leader!

There are two of us left.

"Come on, you two in the lead, are you ready?

"Anytime."

"No problem"

"Mmm, thanks for the pale reaction. Once again, then, we begin the first game of the day, Alexis Ray Albion vs. Orpheus. Both sides, stand down!

Alexis, Alfred takes his place. The opposing Orpheus spears loosely in an orthodox stance.

"Begin!

Alfred rushes out with Airhardt's decree. Orpheus saw it and reworked his stance to spread the word, switching spears a little longer. Seeing that move, Alfred spilled "I see," trying to get in between the swords.

"Sick!

Multiple piercing rewards. Alfred is also clever, but cannot enter between swords. In other words, they sealed the attack in time. We can fit in with the interception.

"I'm not as sweet as pointing at a waiting hand."

Alfred giving up his hand in nostalgia and taking distance.

"In the meantime, shall we start with pawning"

Alfred unravels his habitation and pulls out his sword. And he put it up in the upper stages, so that he could take charge. Sleek structure that doesn't fit the user's appearance.

"Bad sound, let's find it"

Orpheus also changed his mind again, holding him to bear the spear and taking a forward leaning position.

"" One hand (one sound) at a time!

The only thing I could play between the two of you was - killer. Black, red, smells like war.

Power and force to bump into each other, iron and iron. Sparks are scattered and the sound of colliding iron masses rings multiple times. The sound of coming to the bottom of the belly. They were both mouths where they could push, even though they were never good fighters.

Between the two of us, a small war begins to emerge.

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Tingling sensation, skin twitching, mind shaking.

"... this again"

Lionel snaps. There's something in those two that I don't know. Something you can't hold while Loran and Lütes and a lot of warriors have it. That's probably the only thing grown up in the exchange of lives.

Then those two may have crossed the dead line.

In this Pacific world...

"This is my weakness. Killing bees is inexperienced."

Fenris was also staring at this battle to the point of sparing even a blink in an attempt to add a little resistance to a bouncing killing intent. This man is arrogant, but he was not a fool, but also possessed of the nature of being able to forsake shame easily because he greedily buried what was missing.

So look. Look and learn.

"I miss you. I'm terrified that two kids are giving this out."

"Oh, you've slaughtered more than a hundred of each other. We'll cross the border, cross the conflict zone, but if we don't, we won't. Not to mention the bandits, the civil wars, the hungry, the poor, and those who like and fall into such places, but I suppose they were immersed there. Just like then."

Adan and Banjaman had reacted to the smell of war they both had together. Many others have reacted just like them, with zero willingness to fight.

Gradually, the spreading unconventional.

"Nice. Smells like home, dude."

"I never thought of the battlefield as my home. It's just a stepping stone."

"I can't get along. That's why Temeer won."

Conversation between William and Wolf. At first glance, it looks like Wolfe is the only one who's reacting, but at first glance, William was also leaking another quiet, very quiet fighting spirit. For those who sang about those times, this air is still special.

"Good meeting. distortion, I see an obsession with winning"

Because even this king, who was not so obsessed, is this.

"Woo, lah!

With a grin, a golden atmosphere takes hold that brings together the red and black killer.

"Shh!"

He opens one eye that should be invisible, and a spear poking, swirling, and punching in the same red-black killer.

The less dressed for them, the stronger the meeting. The audience boils, but for those who stand up quite well, it appears a little odd.

"Hey, Palo, isn't there some kind of meshing?

"Ah, oh. I don't think he's the man who poked the gap so perfectly."

It doesn't look like a battle between the highly skilled of one another. That's why you don't know just a little bit.

I was wondering if we could have a slightly prettier, meshing meeting.

"It's because we're highly skilled at each other. Young swordsman of Laurencia."

"... who, huh!?

"Kunitsuna Ryuzouji"

"Hey, you're a pig warrior and a Tsutsuki swordsman. I'm not really interested because we're immature on both sides, but it's easy to see here, so can I have your seat?

"... you think I'll get a colorful reply that way?

"Well, what do you think? I've come this way too. The sun is still shallow, so I haven't even grasped the fine nuances of the words. Well, since I was in my home country, they said I couldn't read the air, so by the way, I know. Ha ha."

They understood that he was probably a vegetarian and disgusting guy.

"But you know what those two are doing, don't you?

A black shadow descends behind the National Structure.

Lamberto and Palomides are frightened.

"Oh, the Ben of the Singh Nation. Long time no see."

"We're going to see it this way, too. You asked for one of the commentaries."

Behind the black stars stood Ivan and the others. Looking good, next to the Arcadia forces, Ivan's business members are picking up places, and I guess they're trying to sit there.

"Great extraction without one footstep. A real fist man. Just like him in that shadow."

"... he's the one who invented Temeer's move."

"Oh, that's interesting"

He's erasing signs, but not even the heat caged in the gaze he's staring at. Raul the Fistman was also watching their battle.

"So, why are you dressed like that?

"Beautiful man. On the contrary, why do you guys feel that it's not beautiful?

"Hey, I don't know, I don't know."

Corsair is unintentionally called a beautiful person.

"... oh, no more thought than clear. This is now, beautiful. Well, you guys don't know. They have each other, exceptional technology. The path to reach is too different, but the destination is the ultimate in efficiency. It doesn't show gaps, it doesn't create gaps, and even if we're meeting normally, that's a thousand hands. I can't compete forever. So we're making changes to the target, to the surface, to the extent that we don't create a gap to give it a sway."

"So you think it's a distortion?

"Oh. Adding, change isn't the only way to give your opponent a sway. One way to open it is by force. I hate them, but I'm not that obsessed with them. Fighting in a high dimension, they want to create a gap. while exercising all means. Like it or not, it looks so beautiful to me."

At first glance, their battle, which seemed flashy, was a sophisticated battle in which, in its fruit, the exchange of information at an awesome density was taking place. Alfred builds the plate surface with super-speed thinking power, punching his opponent disturbingly as he points around the pawn, and Orphe plays a noise to create unpleasant sounds, distortions, using super sensation. A warrior with a completely different approach but good at poking gaps with each other, the same thing in terms of thinking and supersensation, observing the other differently, understanding themselves and letting them fall into battle.

"I don't mind a little distortion if it's to win. I guess for them, Wu is only a means to an end. That's why it's anything."

Before the National Structure smiled

"It's an invitation to see."

"Whoo-hoo, you're a disconnected person"

In the midst of intense meetings, we deduce each other's strength. Yeah, this is how it sounds, this is how it sounds, Alfred pointed around, and Orphe was sounding, exploring his opponent's unpleasant part, the weekpoint.

('Seeing' in hearing, not vision. The biggest difference from the eyes is that they are 'visible', including themselves. It really is a one-person point of view in vision, and he has a lot of ingenuity in objectifying himself, but he doesn't even have that concept in the first place. So I guess knowing the other person's sound means you know your own sound, and fixing it and smashing it is your thing. I think again. Great gift, Orpheus. chest tight)

(Thoughts intervene in all sounds. Perfect body control, the talent to move as you think and the occasional training that enhanced it. Genuine laws that should be unstable are also beautiful and stable when you play them. Unwavering sound no matter how many turns or transfers you make. The sound of a king you play for others. It sounds beautiful and pathetic. Beyond that, there is still no happiness)

distanced each other at the same time. It was a battle in real life mode with each other, but there is not even any indication that each other's properties offset each other and the equilibrium breaks down. I guess the gap has been shredded in the exchange of lives. Some harshness penetrates the gap relentlessly.

I threw away the sweetness. There is no sweetness. That confirmation is complete.

"Warming up to this neighborhood, maybe"

"This is the final battle for me, so I just want to be playing forever"

"It's a crossing point for me."

"You really are, aren't you?"

"Let's go for real. Enough said. We can control ourselves through this, including the last generation. There is no point in sparing. First, let's look at the bottom of the talent."

"... would be good. Well, unlike monsters like them, it's a whisper of mine."

"Me too. Still, if we get to the limit value of the flesh, we reach an area close to the vertices!

Alfred crushes his bones and explores his operating areas, limit values. Twice 'experience' has made the wall of limits loose and requires some adjustment.

"Come on, let's kill each other!

I've adjusted that too.

"I will kill you to keep you alive!

Orpheus also opened both eyes.

Two Shura move out at the same time. Its acceleration is so fast and strong that it no longer transcends the boundaries of the young games, gathering on this occasion and delaying even the warriors of war around.

The collision reminds them of the battlefield, the turmoil in which the giant class traveled.

The vibrant atmosphere flames. entangled, tied, crushed, thousand-chopped -

Ten percent of the world, if you borrow the word of Welkingetrics. It was necessary to be driven to reach an area where many warriors did not arrive, because these two are not physically capable enough for the top class. This isn't enough.

Ahead of the king's aim.

And to stop that king - we need more strength.

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