Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"Shit... yeah, that's how it's going, damn it"

"... eh"

At the podium of the armed carriage, Belgrette was rushing to death.

I was in the process of getting him on an armed carriage in Antonis that was finishing repairing a broken wheel and following the Clarians. - But.

In front, carriages and people hissed on the boulevard.

Even the bustling Midday King's Capital. The road was extremely crowded due to unusual events.

At a time like this, I'm terrible at communications.

With Belgrette's skill, you can't contact people who don't know where they are.

The inappropriateness of the Divine Chant "Oracle" varies greatly from person to person, and there is also something that cannot be done with effort.

Deep behind it, albeit widely penetrated, communications were also incompatible with Belgrette's wisdom.

"Do we have to go into that side road over there...!

Antonis masterfully manipulates the reins and forcefully rides the carriage down a narrow road.

On a relatively small road, the carriage began to run in momentum.

"Ouch..."

"What's wrong?

Belgrette was surprised by Antonis, who suddenly glanced at him. I thought you jumped even stone, but it doesn't look like it.

The inflexible wrestles his right arm with his left hand as he runs the carriage. What's there is a big old wound. Scars like a big decision.

"That wound... does it hurt?

"No, it's old enough. Now, the pain is so bad..."

Raindeer, who values martial arts, also has the phrase "Wounds are a man's medal".

After all, Antonis also began to proudly talk somewhere about whether he was a typical Raindeer temperament guy.

"Even if I look like this, when I was younger, I wasn't in battle... I fought all kinds of guys, all kinds of grudges."

"Yes, sir"

Shit, Belgrette thought. This is going to be a long time.

- But Antonis clouds his expression when he thought he would speak of martial arts.

"Of all that, the biggest wound I've ever suffered is this one. It's also a cut off from active duty."

Sure, it's a terrible big wound. It would not be by the divine chant Oracle. Sword or axe. Is that the Devil's blow?

"But I didn't leave active duty because I was badly injured. It's your heart that's broken."

"Huh..."

To his unexpected remarks, Belgrette turns to Antonis, who drives the carriage next door.

"This wound was made by ten younger men. And the same wind. In the meantime, he was clearly inferior to me as the chanter Mage. He's like..."

Antonis had a clear look somewhere.

"With my fist, I scratched this. I wonder where and what you're doing by now, you really strong bastard. I thought you said" Dimaldo. "

A right fist, accompanied by a vicious roar, became a black remnant and targeted King Aldia's face.

The moment the king recieves it with his left fist - a severely painful sound sounds and Dimaldo's body rises.

"..., fu...!

Dimaldo, who rose nearly ten centimeters in the blink of an eye, retreated with his breath out.

Knee kick.

King Ardia's left knee, rolled out with his fist streaming, was capturing Dimaldo's flank in a counter mood, cutting off momentum instantly.

"... Hmm"

King Aldia looks down at his own left fist, which shed Dimaldo's fist.

The skin on the back of the hand I received rose unevenly, and I was dripping red blood.

At a moment's crossing, cheers boil from the people.

(Speed...)

Liquid protection leaks that feeling in my heart.

Both, fast. Even though they were both long and large in stature, they had a body feel like a lightweight. He's a Grimcrows person there, so I guess he doesn't weigh as much as he looks, but considering that, they're both fast.

The power of King Aldia's knee-kicking. I'm supposed to be wrapping my belly around a dimald, but still enough damage. Had it not been for the abdomen, I would have snapped my ribs.

against, fist punches by the black gauntlet of Dimaldo. King Aldia handed it off brilliantly, but still as powerful as if to sharpen his left hand in a literal sense. A direct hit should easily scatter human life and so on.

The struggle between the chanter Mage, whose shooting of the Divine Chant "Oracle" should be fundamental.

These two, however, possess the skill to defeat their enemies, even if only physically.

- Strong. Together.

The boy, the end of the karate house, didn't think, and shook him when he hit his spine.

"Whoa... well, hey, you hadn't decided yet"

With a thin grin on his face, King Aldia just tells him that he remembers.

"This battle... what are we going to settle for?

Deemald, who held down his flank, answered by spitting out a gastric juice-mixed spit.

"You've made up your mind. One way or the other...... no, I'm settled at the time of your death!

Fist fighters get sick.

Fill the time sharply with the anger - Dimaldo, who was supposed to be, swung his right fist in front of the king, about two meters away.

(What? What are you doing, that-)

There's no way to hit it. Instead of fisting, even the sword doesn't arrive in time - and the moment the drift guard thinks.

"Oh!?

King Aldia's giant rocked with gakun.

Dragging on the soles of his feet, its large body sucks toward Dimaldo, as if it were pulled with a string.

"He's a wind man!

The moment someone screams,

"Ha!"

A well-targeted black fist burst into King Aldia's face drawn to the time of Dimaldo like a magnet.

The king's face plays to the sidelines, making a vicious noise and scattering a red splash.

(Death -)

According to the back of the brain of driftshield, that letter.

That bitter metal gauntlet is no longer much different from the stick Mace. If you get punched in the face with something like that, with a blow...

So now, Dimaldo's body leaned gakun.

Dimaldo's right arm was struck out and stretched out.

King Ardia, whose arms were pinched under his chin, grins niggardly as he bleeds from the edge of his mouth.

With his strength in his jaw and neck, the king thoughtfully pulled the right arm of the pinched Dimaldo. It's like a giant beast devoured by prey.

"Gu!"

Though disoriented and drawn, Dimaldo consolidates himself and prepares for the blow that is supposed to strike.

I didn't even imagine drifting protection. Super close range. Fist or knee or Divine Chant "Oracle"? Whatever comes, I will consolidate myself and defend myself just like Dimaldo.

King Aldia turns his arms around his shrunken opponent's hips and grabs them with a gutter.

"Ha-ha!

A flash of temper, he threw Dimaldo as he fell back. The parabolic blonde fist is slapped into cobblestone with a great deal of space.

"but haha......,!

The fistman rolled down the land of stones as he bounced a few times.

The audience's cheers explode.

"Ugh, back throw..."

I didn't think such moves would pop up in this world, the drift shield just squeaks.

"I'm still impotent..."

An old man watching the game near the drift guard took a sigh of relief.

The king who responds to the people by sticking his arms up, and Dimaldo, who falls into depression and can't move.

It was a prowling sight, but the man's damage should be serious. It's not Matt down there. Not even paved asphalt. Gothic coarse cobblestone.

Small body protection was also the most important thing to keep in mind when fighting on the street. 'Don't just eat throwing moves,' he said.

(Nevertheless -)

Lifeguard was at war inside.

- This king understands.

This is a struggle to 'charm'. A strong king. the end of the rebellious.

The strength of an overwhelming king, understandable by whoever sees it, can be seen by a people unfamiliar with the havoc.

An audience-conscious struggle to boast of power.

Execute it against someone who's coming to kill you, its skill.

The fallen Dimaldo does not move.

I would settle for this if I were you. But...

"Come on. If it's a fight, it's over. But... I wonder if this was a duel to settle for their death."

King Aldia, in a relaxed foothold, walks over to Dimaldo, where he fell into depression.

Yes. This is, like, killing each other.

The king will reach under the fallen man in a few more steps - at that moment.

in an unnatural motion as Dimaldo's body was hoisted with yarn - but instantly rose,

"Shh!"

A right fist with a black tail was slapped into King Aldia's face.

Lifeguard reminds me of a familiar people-shaped combat robot in the game.

Dimaldo was up from falling to use the wind to hover, slapping his right fist with that momentum.

Follow the momentum of the punched out fist and turn sideways as King Ardia's face gurgles. Blood splashes. A blow by an iron fist, enough for your face to play to the side. It's not strange that he died instantly. Screaming also comes from the people.

But Dimaldo, who should have decided to take a definite blow, faintly opened his eyes.

That's where I noticed the drift protection. When I noticed it, Zo's skin stood on the poppy.

(... can you do 'it'...!

With these iron fists, why doesn't King Aldia fall?

In the world of martial arts, there exists the ultra-high technology of twisting your neck and killing its power at the moment your fist hits you.

(Slipping Away......!

I've only seen it in videos.

Even drifting shields that were supposedly good at avoiding were ultimately inevitable craftsmen.

Moment after moment, Dimaldo's jaw exploded.

"-,... - Huh!?

A man's length causes vertical rotation in the air like a slot reel.

But he let the wind gush, and landed without falling.

"... but... ha!

The fist man was dodging a direct hit. Reaction speed to awesome. Still, I didn't listen to my knee say to the blurred blow, and I laid my hands on the cobblestone. And upon the earth falleth a bump and a red Shizuku.

Recognizing King Aldia standing with his right leg protruding, Dimaldo seemed to understand that the prekick of ridiculous speed and power had finally flown here.

"Hmm, nice... surprise attack from a dead pretend, if you hit it straight, you can die. Gotz, the murder weapon..." This is how it has to be. "

The man carrying a country - the king, who is in a position never to be involved in the matter of 'killing each other' - laughs with blood from the edge of his mouth. And again - on that face of wildness, the blood looked terrible. As if that's what it is.

- and.

From King Aldia's face, the laughter fades away.

"Oh."

The King of Giant Bodies was asking, looking down at Dimaldo, who lay on one knee and exhaled roughly.

Keep going.

What reached the ears of the driftshield was a voice that was likely to be undone by the hustle and bustle around him.

The inquiry, while keeping it in mouth as "killing each other" now. The sound of the giant king that had sounded also sounded somewhere sad.

The man with the black fist, returns it with his rough breath.

"Of course... but..."

"Right."

I know the answer to the question. I knew in advance the answers I would return, and still, it's like I dared to ask. That firm will, as if it had been confirmed.

Dimaldo stands up loosely.

"... you kept me waiting"

"Hey."

The fist man responded by kicking the ground.

Distance between the two sides, about three and a half steps.

In an unreachable time, Dimaldo flaunts his left fist to the side so that he can roll over. Track like a shrunken left hook.

At the same time, you were finishing the chant - unleashed the technique.

"Wind!

It exploded.

"Ugh!

"Khaaaa!?

Stirred by a circumferentially spreading fierce wind, a scream rises from the people watching the game. He accidentally protected his face with his hands.

But it's just the wind.

It was not a blade of wind carving enemies, nor a chunk of wind even accompanied by a blow, that emanated from the left fist that Dimaldo waved. A boring gust of wind.

It's not a fist fight either. Behavior to activate the procedure.

But.

"Ooh!?

At close range, King Aldia, who was directly hit by the wind from the front, made his gigantic body jerk off to a great extent. And Dimaldo on the aftermath of the chase wind steps sharply into his right foot.

At the same time - a straight-line blow, rolled out towards a disfigured king. Black flash on the left.

(- Hit!)

Dimaldo's left straight, impeccable from the eyes of driftshields who have seen various martial arts.

Martial arts called "Two-Fisted Martial Arts" Pudgerize. A fist that is just inferior in technology and accuracy when compared to the knowledgeable modern boxing of driftshielding, but backed by an unrelenting workout. The blow by the Black Iron Armor was an arrow of unparalleled reversal.

King Aldia, who is completely disfigured, can't even be seen as slipping away this time.

Bagi, and an unpleasant sound sounded.

"..."

The king laughs.

"... to"

Dimaldo peels his eyes off.

Maybe so, King Aldia was taking the fist of black iron with his left palm. A few of its thick fingers are twisting in different directions.

"It's a fist. Fast, painful, fucking painful. But well."

King Aldia dropped his hips while grabbing Dimaldo's fist and took a succumbing position.

- You can't do life to this extent.

Immediately after.

It sounded crazy. Bong, similar to the explosion sound.

The overly luxurious right upper, unleashed by King Aldia as he stretched out of the state in which he had succumbed to that giant body. A direct blow to Dimaldo's belly had lifted his long torso to a height of more than five metres.

"- What?"

Lifeguard accidentally leaked a dumb voice.

- Naturally. Humans fly so much. It's not a ball.

Even a fist full of driftshield only slightly floated Detlev's body.

But in fact, Dimaldo, who danced through the universe as he was shot, glided more than twice the distance of his earlier back throw and crashed into the earth.

The people explode their cheers.

The audience could be heard in the flush guard, who opened his mouth gently and solidified.

"I'm out. Ahhh! Gigantic Strike!"

"A terrible blow, backed by His Majesty's immense muscle strength and skilled divine chanting" Oracle "technology. with Geisserius, and let such a blow go."

The fusion of power and divine chanting "Oracle". The drift shield regained a little calm.

That's right. With a simple blow, there can't be so many humans blowing up.

Liquid protection also flew enemies the same way when fighting the Redrack family, but that was a 'throw' using centrifugal power. I can't blow up humans with the shock I hit them with.

But. Liquid care thinks as he sees a king poking up his thick arms and responding to the cheers of the people.

This is - King Aldia.

To be honest, Dimaldo is pretty strong too. It would be among the strongest categories I have ever seen. A sharp fist rolling out of my arm wrapped in that vicious black gauntlet. How would I stand around?

But the Dimaldo is like a child.

Also, the voices of the audience beside you reach your ears.

"Hey... Is this the kind of style of battle a king is? It's like fighting with your bare hands while strengthening your body. As far as I can tell, I'm not sure what attributes to use."

"Oh, are you new to His Majesty's struggle? That's why I'm studying abroad. His Majesty's attribute is flame. The two names are" Embououou, the King of Wuwu ". A giant flaming axe or something. It's the way you fight your enemies down."

"Huh? Then why, now this..."

"Ha... Your Majesty must be fighting bare hands to go along with it because the enemy will use" Two-Fisted Martial Arts "Pudgerize. And then that 'dragon doom' brave man defeated his enemies with his bare hands, so he's secretly fighting them. You hate losing, Your Majesty."

The young man who said so was proud as if he was bragging about his father.

... but.

If the young man is right...... King Ardia, not in his original style...... in other words, he will be fighting with modesty. He overwhelms Dimaldo, conscious of attracting him in time.

King Aldia doesn't come with something called the Royal Guard. He said it was because he didn't need it.

The subordinates naturally seem to be rubbing their minds, but the king of the day said, "Royal guards are only same-sex. You can stay with a woman, but she won't get caught at 4: 00 or 6: 00," he says. That's what Lifeguard had heard from Belgrette.

Fact, strong. Poor escorts, etc., can be a stumbling block.

Even with the same flame attribute, the opposite is true of dinos that are overwhelmed by speed and maneuvers. Bold and heavy power. An understandable strength called 'Gang'.

While nailed to the duel in front of me, I can't help but think of drift protection.

(Which is... stronger...?

King Aldia and Dimaldo, not.

- If it was a current shield and King Aldia, yes.

The nature of the martial artist "saga", or not knowing it, had thought of drifting shelter.

I wonder how I would fight this man.

(Ha...)

Teach yourself to calm down while wiping sweat into the summer air.

Well. Anyway, would this just be settled...

……

The drifting shield, which was gazing at the rolling dimald like it had been thrown down, breathed unexpectedly.

Get up. Get up.

The impact of the beating would be considerable, as would the impact of the beating to the ground. There's no way I can get up.

But the blonde fistman stood up, spilling blood reflexes.

"... Ha,... Ha...,"

In his eyes, a sure strong light.