Tower of Karma

"Come on, Olumpia, who has given birth to numerous famous battles, is also left with a battle. Whether you cry or laugh, this will be your last fight. I told them that if they win, if they lose, they won't be worth anything but winning."

Airhardt's pleasant voice builds the venue.

"Then the star of the day! Alexis Ray Albion, Fenris Gank Strider and both parties are invited to enter at the same time! Look, either of these two will make a name for themselves in history today in this land of El Toure!

From the point where Airhardt opens his hands and points...

Two young warriors showed up with explosive cheers.

Gold and black, the outfit is bigger than one turn black, but the gold one hasn't shown off the bottom so far either. It is clear that we are powerful people of each other. Hence the big cheer.

But...

"I came to make sure the odds of the bet, both on the front and back of the city well. The difference between the roughly black eight, the gold two, the impression is more open than I thought."

"Uhm, if it's me personally, I'd rather not get lost in the big hole."

"Amy, look yesterday, do you think Arcadia will win?

"That's it. Hey, are you too strong? For the amateur, I know."

Xeno of Estado, Kike, had his men do market research and take statistics on how the eyes of the city well saw them. The data, which makes no particular sense, but says it did not antagonize, is that the shadow was still diminished by the death battle that was shown off for two consecutive days. In addition, I can see his strength. It would have been a hard thing. The market expects black to win.

Now, if we take the data from the fierce men here, we can do it.

(Same, I guess. Rather, the percentages may be even skewed for the tighter eyes to see. Regardless, even those who appreciate people who say he's like me and read that there are hidden balls -)

Alexis, fewer people should think Alfred will win.

(Come on, let me see it, blonde boy. Something as deliberate as you came up on the wrong stage on purpose. Then naturally there is something. Enjoy the fact that you can eat wolves. Did you hide it all the way through here, again -)

If that's the trump card I showed you...

With the enthusiasm unleashed by a crowd that also fills the outer edge surprisingly as many fierce men watch, the two men stand flat in the heart of a space that is still about to burst.

It's as if it's normal to stand on the spot.

(Win, Fenris)

Valhall's companions watch over its back.

"I've come this far, guts. Show me!

"Arcadia, my soul, Mr. Alfred!

Arcadia's friends make all sorts of ruined calls.

Alfred's companions were quietly staring at his fate. Either you win or you lose, or you land on it, the road transforms dramatically.

For those of them who hold that key, the losing National Guard will be of no value. Even for Vike, the flavour definitely decreases.

Things to lose are huge.

"Hey, just don't compliment him for not running away"

"You're the one with the courage."

This is a fight. There can be no absolute victory, no definite defeat.

I'm just ready to attract you.

"A battle of destiny, on both sides"

Alfred has a good habitation.

Fenris pulls out his sword early and stands Jen Wang.

"... here we go!

It was still Fenris who popped up with Airhardt's decree. Only those who are in their realm can no longer see how that low-altitude, crawling rush can come out of a crevice-filled Jen royalty.

"Ha!?

"Mmm!?

Mira and Xena, not knowing the Second World War he got big, saw it with a surprise eye.

Too fast compared to before.

"Was it too fast?

"I'm not."

Alfred dramatically deflects the first progression. To the magnitude of the evasion, Fenris presumes that he missed the sight under pressure.

Cut back in a moment and dare a second blow -

That's sweet.

The great evasion was the hoarding. Looking back, avoid living together in a type you have never seen before - in a completely different direction than your own killing before.

I threw away my shame and my outer ears, running away like a rabbit.

"Cleanliness"

A beautiful trajectory, followed by a wind-cut sound, told the story of the sharpness and power of its slaughter. The feint in killing that Bardovino showed, Scholl, could not have replicated and learned it without a real battle with Lionel.

"You're too fast!?

Not as good as you.

With that said, another dwelling, a second blow in the sheath runs. Even though he manages to see it, Alfred releases a third blow: a leap around and kick with that momentum. Fenris, who decided it was impossible to get away with a complete breakdown, had no choice but to take...

"Fly."

I ended up taking the kick of my destiny from the front.

The edge of the stage is critical. I managed to enjoy Fenris, but I sweat like a waterfall on my back with a bad feeling. A warrior from the war, Alfred smiles and puts the evil spirit together. Anyway, I'm going ahead, I'm going to set up a quick war with the lead.

"Ko, you talented bastard!

Insufficient posture, and standing around not letting me get my moves on anyway. No matter how Fenris accelerates, he can't take advantage of the speed with which he was so thoroughly crushed in time that he crushed the escape route.

Taking in that Dragon Temple/National Structure move will crush the speed, the movement.

"Uh-oh!

A blow at the mercy of power. Not in position, hand-beaten. Still, Alfred's sword is played. It's what I knew, and it's within my assumptions as a stepping stone, but my grin breaks into irrational reality. It's just within the bounds of the assumption.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not into shape today."

Alfred uses another weapon that has been pre-applied. Both hands that looked hard with thick bumpy worn cloaks, little hands of iron clumped together there. If it's a zero distance, this one spins and speeds faster.

"Shh!"

An iron fist that was spared even while it was able to generate momentum. A little motion becomes a key, variable, and iron protects it to your fingertips. The defense is self-evident as it shifts to attack as well.

Not so powerful, but a fist of iron, a little less suitable to receive in life. So Fenris chose to put it away. Scrape the fastest fist you've punched in without excitement with a piece of paper, even as you scrape your cheeks. I sent it to show it to you.

"Oh, come on, give it to me."

If you increase the speed, you can increase the speed.

"Later -"

Fenris, who had once let go of his two swords and was defenseless. Not the same. Raw fists and iron fists, not so sturdy as to make them variable, but there was still too much difference to meet in flat.

Still, the arrogance of being able to win, I thought it was his kind of decision was a big mistake.

"I don't think Temeer's exclusive patent is a trick."

Remove the knife where it was being planted in the process of punching two knives, hook the small joints to the aimer, and peel them off with force as they are.

In the process, Alfred unnaturally dances through the universe. Coming straight, it took me so long, Alfred. Different calculations of hatred.

"Nasty, cowardly mercenaries take their place, you idiot."

Kicked unconstitutionally, this time Alfred blows up.

"Look, besides"

A knife throw with a mother's concession of overspeed. Until now, during this tournament, Fenris has won the operation without even smelling these hands.

"He'll do it!

Flying knife. I just had to pull out the thousand pieces I had planted in my leg armor, and this one threw with minimal motion, hitting it and distracting the track.

Both sides pass precise regulation, such as pulling the blade, crushing the tip pointy, and the referees.

The miscalculation is that we were both thinking the same thing.

The only presiding judge to know that, the vice presiding judge smiled at the garlic.

"... do you still have the plants?

"A small bow and a few thousand in a different spot, maybe."

"You're planting a bow, Temee."

"You were the knife thrower I didn't think you were a prince. You should join the troupe as well. I can be a seller."

"Well, that's our line, boy."

Rapid warfare, rewards for small acting backgammon. While the audience was stunned, the intensity of the battle, which had been sent for a short time, was intense enough to cause nausea.

But it's only a preface so far.

"Distance, you've opened it."

"... it's useless."

Alfred quietly took off his cape and threw it off-site, also removing the useless stuff. The full content of the Golden Knight that I have shown for the first time in the Games now. Its body looks even smaller with its heavy equipment removed.

"Did you make it light?

"You're so sweet to wait for me. Besides, there are swords before they fly."

"It must be Temeye who jumped that way so hard. Well, between me and Temeer, there's my sword. Pick it up, slash it. That's all. I made a declaration."

"A lot, gentle"

"I'm intolerant of losers."

"I don't remember losing, though?

"I'm gonna lose now"

The eyes of Fenris were dull and brilliant.

"... Koo"

Alfred also breathes pale. Into extreme concentration.

Let's do it.

A wolf strips his fangs.