Tower of Karma

A short but terrific battle.

Improved physical ability and exceptional technology, overwhelming mental ability that keeps referring to them overlapping optimal and best. It is not that I am not feeling pain because I use it as a sensor to multiply my thoughts and quarantine jamming signals called pain while measuring my body's condition.

At the same time, we calculate dozens or hundreds of procedures in which we derive optimal solutions. In this instant battle where the war situation rocks, there is no doubt that only he, Alfred Ray Arcadia, will be able to do it. The procedure updates each time the opponent's battle power changes and proceeds to an optimal solution.

The road to stuffing I finally saw. Keep pointing out.

How to fight an operation that takes full advantage of overwhelming speed and power, moves around 'excessively' to the extent that the opponent's moves are not extended, and can't even be called a crushing operation by spec difference from outside the cage. But in fact, this is the most troublesome way to fight for the enemy, and he got there by instinct.

I don't need thought. Burn them all and crush them.

Everyone forgot that he would take a breath and speak out for a long, permanent, minute. They ran through. They're both in different directions, doing the best they can to get everything out.

(This is a must)

Alfred's sword cannot resist Fenris' attack and dances to the universe.

"Fuck you, Olah!

The wolf would have been convinced that he had won. Hence the strong vibration.

Long assembled procedure. They invited this contender...

"Huh!

In a moment, Alfred saw the light. Take the white blade shown by the National Structure, and exchange it with one hand, thumb and index finger. Fenris peels his eyes off. but wolves don't loosen their power unless it's a power that can be stopped to that extent. Alfred deepened his grin when he saw it.

I didn't want to stop it. Twelve minutes if there's anything you can do to manipulate the force. This one point, that's all I can do about myself that I've fought through so far.

This is where the battlefield and rainbow strengthen. Capture tremendous power with slight force. This is the ultimate in moves. Control the force from the point produced by the two fingers and move from there to the throw. Throw an enemy sword as an axis that even a national outline would never think about. Throw your opponent with just the control of the force, not the collar, not the hips, not even the snuggles.

Even Eastern reason at this stage no longer exceeds Alfred.

"Damn it!

Wolves were quick to judge, too. The moment I decided I could throw it, I took my hand off the sword of my opponent. A good decision to make. But by doing so, the wolf lost one fang.

"Not yet!

But the wolf leaves another swing of fangs.

(Royal hand now)

The cut from the lower part of the werewolf body is turned into a half body with one step behind the foot. With the smallest hand, the best result, the avoidance of a single piece of paper, created a decisive phase.

And the sword fell from overhead, as calculated, and stepped from its falling point -

(Now, it's stuffed!

All you have to do is add a blade to the person you've lost the hand you can point at.

Fenris, aware of his defeat, nevertheless did what he could. In other words, disgrace and outspoken retreat at full speed. Even though he knew he wouldn't make it, he still did. One step, a foot scratch that can be crushed just by being stepped in, but that's all he has now.

Run away with one hand knowing there is a stuffing. If on the board, pointless acts. Even the escaped person knew that this was pointless. Still couldn't help scratching, that's all.

That's all I'm saying.

"... ah?

…………

Alfred missed the stuffing. I can't measure my intentions from him smiling. But you're not the man to miss the decisive scene, and you can't possibly find it. He was setting up an offensive toward it in the first place.

(foot, huh)

At the end of the day, there was some trouble around my legs. That's why I couldn't step in and let the retreating Fenris escape.

Fenris' guess is a big win, and Alfred grins bitterly under a refreshing smile. I should have won. That procedure was the shortest. Therefore, I was meditating my eyes on some dysfunctions, and I was deluded by exercise in an alternate part. Again, where my senses have been interrupted for a long time now, I still feel no pain.

The worst thing is not to feel it.

(Left knee, right? Others are far from having the procedure reassembled properly. A little, one more hand, and I overestimated my body. Oh, my God, this is great.)

Unmoving left knee. If you lose your legs around it, it's impossible to cut off that wolf. I'm sure I'm starting to have a lot of bad spots there, but I'm not sure the defects will soon fall into the impossible. My hands are exhausted.

At least, there's no more hands to beat beautifully.

A rainbow, dull. The various colors that were brilliant until earlier disappear.

"... I will not forgive you."

I don't know when I'm going to be in the same situation as him with Fenris. In fact, almost everything in the body is complaining of malaise in its current form of progression, and some of those complaints were even going to disappear. The limitations are right in front of you, by chance, that one just broke first, and there can't be room for pity or anything.

But as Fenris did not give up, neither did he.

Thoughts, in the meantime, less than a second, the answer he popped up -

"Oh!"

Upstairs, he stood up to carry a sword and intercepted it. He only left the audience unnoticed, at least just watching, and struck out on his last bet. Set up a one-strike battle. Deal with Fenris who beats you with power.

d Everyone would have thought it was a flashy performance. Almost all of the warriors only think about the extent of the measures to break the glued condition without realizing the discomfort. Both fingers are sufficient to gauge the number you understand, such as the fact that Fenris was about to be packed a moment ago.

Aura disappears from him.

He was quiet and watching how Fenris came out.

(Turn around and poke behind. Of course they'll take care of it, but if you repeat it a few times, you can't make it to that leg. A winnable hand. I can tell, this is the best hand)

Fenris took a quiet deep breath.

(But I don't know how many times I can stand that. Besides, I've thought about my hand enough to think about it, naturally I've thought about it. There are minimal measures, that's it. Then why don't you let me break the best? A blow fight, isn't it superior?

The choice is something Fenris says he'll be on it again.

The audience cheers me down.

"... it's an option I wouldn't choose"

"I'm sweet, too. But somehow, firmly, here and now, put it on black and white. I need you to take my position. Real distance from you. Nothing, this is only the beginning. It's not even the place where today's battle decides between me and you. Arcadia vs. Valhall. The difference is huge, but in order to fill it... I wouldn't have any choice but to compete in the amount of luck!

Fenris stood low and low. The last explosion, the crimson atmosphere lurking the ringing until that moment. I want to hit my opponent with maximum power, full combustion.

"It would be good. Black and white, let's settle it, Fenrisch!

Alfred could only float his hands to inspire his pride. Of course, there were some fine but steps to victory. Maximum battle power to regenerate dead counters. That was Alfred's aim.

I didn't expect this battle to come true.

Alfred's scratch. Moreover, it is underdevelopment, and without shaking his pride, he has been subjected to this battle with his reasoning.

He's looking ahead again, too. Just like myself. Until yesterday he would only have thought about today, in this tournament he turned.

It is a troublesome enemy. Whether or not it's appropriate to control...

It's just that now is the time for battle.

Beyond what you'll receive, Alfred will get his maximum fighting power again. The fastest hand I can hit is staying together, but the strongest is the punch from this upper section. There is no name for moves. The knight king laughed, "It's just a cut, Gahaha".

The knight king was unreasonable and struck the sun with his soul and retreated it one step. Alfred strikes reason there, plus his soul on board. Show everything you've ever done, your journey, your life hanging, winning this battle.

It would be different to apply a cause to them that spans two generations of parents and children, but I still can't help but think about it. It wasn't over yet.

White and black are destined to cross generations and fight again.

A quiet moment passed. As the cheer settles and everyone sips and watches -

The red atmosphere exploded.

I've always rushed through the fastest. It still is. The congested eye is crimson and adds further red to the disease. Red flash, super acceleration beyond people's knowledge. For this moment he was undoubtedly humanity's fastest. Faster than anyone, farther than anybody.

Alfred also hung his last force, everything, on this blow. Bursting rainbow glow. The glare was so beautiful that the strong brilliance further increased the golden colour flavour, representing the calories of the soul, its height. He also transcends people's knowledge. Knowledge and experience gathered from all over the world, beyond the limits of which a talented self has put his physical abilities on...

Interment jammed in a moment.

The world takes a breath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Fenliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!"

Wolf fangs trying to roar and poke up from the bottom of the earth.

Knight's sword to be cut off from the top of the sky.

Alfred assembled all his wisdom and struck his greatest seismic leg into the earth. It is also the left foot that was suffering from dysfunction. I forced my immobile knee to move above my knee to make it more immobile. Left foot breaks through the cobblestone and is connected to the earth. I don't mind the blood gushing out of my knees.

From the knee, which should have lost its senses, it receives the signal of the disconnect without even noticing it.

The cobblestone explodes. Spraying fragments formed an area of scenery as beautiful as coloring their battle.

Where so much power goes, naturally it goes up, stretches out.

(I haven't waved with both hands in years. Haha, I'll show you. I wonder what happens when you pour a double sword into a bottle! Eye jade peeling! I'll...)

Low, low, pressure to fly from low altitude. Forced to hold it in and wait for it to reach its fastest with further acceleration. I can make it faster, faster.

When the culmination was reached, the best time came. Here, strike the heavens.

"I'm the strongest!

What floats behind the two brains are those whom they should defend. And memories so far. Horse running lights run around. Every time I get ready, I get stronger. The will to fight, jumps.

From the bottom of the earth, a wolf's fangs strike as he wears heaven.

Gather all your strength, and the knight's sword will be swung down.

The biggest bet on everything, both moves and thoughts, past and present, the future. Some days I wondered if I wanted too much. If you wanted the shortest, you should have fought, but if it's an unfulfilled path, it's best to avoid it. This is not my realm.

You lose everything if you want too much, I knew that too.

Still, scream behind normal thoughts. Proceed.

People's lives are too short to make the world right, and the world is too immature. Then there can be no time to go around, no time to stop. Proceed, one step at a time. Carve, and guide those who follow.

Come on, it's time to fight the world.

The collision pierced the five senses of the beholder, which became a flash of light.

Something beyond sound spreads to the world. My chest gets hot, something.

Just one blow, the battle was decided in an instant.

"... there was room for inches."

"No, I just didn't have the strength anymore."

Far, high, rising half-body sword. It was a wolf's fang, and while it rushed through heaven, it was broken. I mean...

The sword that is powerless at the shoulder mouth of the wolf, but certainly accompanies it, belongs to the knight.

…………

Airhardt, the referee, had also lost his word to this sight again, but he nevertheless recapitulates and tells it. The winner of this battle, the champion of this tournament.

"There's a battle! Winner, Alexis -"

Saying along the way, Airhardt shook his head himself.

Bend it, but there are things you should pass through.

"Winner, Alfred Ray Arcadia!

Alfred raised his hand to heaven to respond to the bursting cheer. Full strength. I don't show weakness on stage. The world. Laugh, this is what you are, a clown.

The wolf, the enemy, sees it and laughs. I descend the stage with the power of my will supporting my feet that are still going to fall apart. If he says he won't show it, he won't show it again. Even if we lose, we are strong because we lose.

The battle has just begun.

Today's black and white came on. But I still don't know tomorrow.

"Fenrisch!"

I have them. Excellent people. Let's go together, the pinnacle.

"Wow, I lost"

So let's laugh. To connect this loss to tomorrow.

"Next, let's win. Us."

The man who would become king of the warrior laughed as he stretched out all his strength.