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The Nings, transformed into Evil Silhouettes, were thinking while boosting their entire body's energy and preparing for their current enemies.

I know there's a difference between Dylan and his ability to fight.

But it's not like there's no way. It's not so much a measure, it's like a one-shot vacuum. The question is, can you get on that bacci table?

Evil Silhouette has continued to grow. The feathers, the tuna and this disastrous black flesh are so big and strong that they are not comparable to the first.

And now I try to transform it. Okay, but now is one limit. The energy that rises throughout this body is not comparable to before.

The Silhouette series, which turns spiritual power into power, seems to have responded to and increased the level of readiness of the Transformers to come to the final showdown.

If you boost your energy any more, your body will collapse more instantly without holding it. No, I can't think of anything like my spiritual strength reaching a level higher than it is now in the first place. This is my limit.

That's how the Nings recognized it.

If we can use this strength enough. Or we might have a chance.

I can't outdo Dylan with strength. But fighting doesn't mean you can win if you're strong. The Ning know that very well.

Just a few. For just a few moments, if you can establish a battle without being unilaterally defeated, if you can take that action on him, you can depress the measures.

"... ugh"

I get scared myself. Even if that phase comes, there is no certainty that you can defeat it even if you succeed without assurances that you will be able to implement the measures accurately. Such a faint chance of winning.

But this is all I have. Create one chance in ten thousand and bet on one possibility in a thousand.

"Let's go!

For a moment, Dylan didn't miss the gap between the Nings that distracted him.

I heard a terrible explosion. At the same time, the appearance of Dylan, who had been slightly further apart until just now, is imminent.

The explosion was nothing but a stepping stone.

I'm stunned that that phenomenon, which just seems to have jumped over space, was merely a step-in by leg strength.

"Ceaaaaaaa!!

Kick. High kick by right leg coming. That blow, which also crushes steel, is just around the corner.

"Shit!!

The Ning took the stand of receiving.

Received more externally than received externally and more physically than received externally. He was a Ning who had been taught by Tsurugi that that was the priority of defensive action in battle between those with superhuman fighting abilities, but he could neither avoid nor pay for Dylan's kick too quickly across his body, but only guard him with his arms.

"Gu......!

Intense hitting sound and wind pressure, shock waves spreading around.

Ning people learn the illusion that the received arm may have exploded.

You should have guarded the energy in your body by concentrating it on your left arm, but it's like you haven't been able to offset the power.

But I don't mind. I've been thinking about this since the beginning.

It's easy if you only need one arm.

"... bastard...!

Dylan stands in a position that released a right high kick, that is, only his left leg, and his right leg remains in a position that kicked into Ning's left arm. You didn't think you could take the kick, there's a gap for this guy. I'm making a mistake in my posture in combat.

"Die......!

My left arm will be useless for a while. But I don't care about that. Ning extended his right hand nail to Dylan's chest, which remained in an unstable position.

"Haaaa......!!

But Dylan didn't defend himself. The other way around.

He kicked in here and pulled himself into his right leg, which was stopping while he touched it. He concentrates his energy and pushes in the left arm of the Ning people he was receiving.

"... be...!?

The power of Dylan's leg shot (kick) was unimaginable, even though he was in an impossible position no matter what he thought. I can't stop it at all. On the contrary, Ning's left arm is pressed against his face and he indulges.

You're lying... Koitsu, no way, just like this.

I'm not about to attack anymore. Pressure until irrational distracts Ning's center of gravity.

And keep it up.

"Ha!!

Dylan swung through his right leg, which should have stopped completely once. Naturally, Ning people are bounced off like rubber mari. And as it was, it was slammed with fierce momentum by the wall of the chief's office, which should have been more than a dozen meters away.

"... Ha ha..."

The walls of the chief's office, which should not even scratch one plasma bullet, were cracked in by the body of a knocked Ning man. This would be due more to speed than to the stubbornness of the Evil Silhouette.

My back hurts. I'm not even going to get up. The bones on the back feathers had been smashed to pieces with one blow.

Of course he would have died instantly had he not been in a state of transformation.

Fly objects of such mass at high speeds. And just one leg from an impossible position.

"... Oh, my God, that's him..."

Ning gave a mixed voice of amazement and envy as he prepared his disturbed breath.

All he did was push me with his leg. This power nonetheless. I made a mistake, I can't believe it. He just understood his performance.

I'm not kidding. Now. I can't do anything...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Ning shook his right arm in a seated position, emitting a shock wave by his nails, as he cut off the bud of despair that sprouted in his own.

Claw-shaped shock waves in the posterior muscles approach Dylan as he shreds the floor.

But.

"Waste!!

Dylan crossed his arms to the cross. That's all. It is a simple defensive posture that covers only steep points such as the head, throat and chest.

The shock waves of the five muscles unleashed by the Nings all passed in a trajectory that shredded Dylan's body.

But I couldn't scratch a silver knight.

"... you're lying..."

Stunning. Is the transformed Dylan's defense that high by then?

"So yay!!

Without intermittent hair, Dylan's rush comes.

He was a Ning who stood up hastily and tried to intercept him, but Dylan's actions were even more unexpected.

"Become!?

Dylan took a backstep once, even though it was imminent in front of the Ning people.

And after checking the holes in Ning's defensive position and purposefully turning to the side in sidesteps, he released an accurate body blow.

"... Ho ho..."

The iron fist pierced the abdomen runs severe pain all over the Ning people's body, depriving them of breathing. Where he was beaten, it's hotter than it hurts. It's like it's on fire. I don't even want to know what's going on with my gut.

"... Gu...!

The Nings desperately connected the consciousness that was about to disappear, trying to rip the ground off and away from Dylan.

What strength. Was this man so strong?

The Ning were stunned. Dylan understands that simple combat abilities are not just about performance, etc., they are also the strongest in the way they fight.

During the current attack, Dylan checked the hole in our defense once he put the feint in, and calmly aimed at that gap to get an exact blow in.

Do you ever need to do that?

Assuming you didn't have the ingenuity to stay that rampage and just hit me, even if the Nings guarded it, that wouldn't have been a problem at all, and you should have been smashed from the top of your defense.

And when this one fired a shock wave earlier, he took the stand to protect his head and other steep points, but that doesn't make much sense either. Anyway, I couldn't even scratch one spot I wasn't defending.

Despite this, Dylan took the stand to protect the steeple.

So is the first kick. He won't be fatally wounded where he took one or two nail strikes from my close range. Alternatively, you could have attempted evasion normally.

But I didn't avoid it. On the contrary, I shook through the kick.

For what reason?

Now I know. Dylan is a warrior who does everything he can to win. It's also a perfect grasp of your transcendental strength.

Therefore, I do not insult them. I don't even enjoy the fight. Fight to understand accurately and accurately my strengths difference and maximize effectiveness with minimal risk.

I will do everything in my power to avoid it, no matter how slight the risk, and I will not fail to move to give you a chance of a successful attack, no matter how slight it may be.

That's Dylan.

How horrible this is. Ning people know very well. Even if you fight normally, the mightiest man keeps hitting your best hand, this is the simplest and ultimate form.

Each of the Rocks that the Nings had defeated so far had a gap to put in. So I've won with the kind of malice that determines that gap.

But Dylan isn't. I thought that even in this battle, if it was simply as poor a combat ability, we could use some vile hand to establish the battle even in the meantime.

But he has a different dimension. The transformed Dylan is complete.

"... ha... ha..."

"... you can't beat me"

Ning desperately tries to get his breath ready, but Dylan slowly and calmly approaches.

I understand that the damage I just inflicted is not an immediate healing.

And you're on guard. I rushed into pointing to Todome, and this one came up with an unexpected counterattack.

A knight calmly and surely approaches evil behind the backs of a radiant fighting spirit or just heart.

"... dammit... ugh!

No. I can't help myself. The Nings were unlikely to escape from Dylan, who slowly packed his time.

Think of it, the call to the Rocks that we made on that worldwide simultaneous broadcast, and the fact that we kept Lars down on the spot, all exist as a result of this man doing his best.

A man who spent 25 years crossing with various evil organizations, beginning with Metallica, eating their evil deeds, destroying many organizations, and defeating even Fujiro.

It should have required a lot of preparation and proper judgment and action in the process.

There is no way this man could have survived without high judgment and excellent decision.

I didn't mean to underestimate it. I didn't just think he was a man of high combat ability. I should have understood that heroes in the face of great evil were excellent.

But the hero had exceeded that expectation.

And my strength grew to the limit of my physical and spiritual thighs. Evil silhouette doesn't get any stronger.

Nevertheless, I have no teeth at all.

"... Grr...!

Ning man ate his teeth and stood up.

"Well stood. But I'm done.... sounds like you were broadcasting this battle, but you're behind it."

Dylan has said that before the fluttering Ning.

"Were you aware...?

"Oh."

Ning people had taken the battle of this chief's office with a number of hidden cameras. To show off Dylan's defeat to people all over the world and break their hearts. To make Metallica realize she can't face her teeth anymore.

Originally, the whole world knows that tonight is the day of battle that bets everything in the world. There will be countless stations, such as special numbers, and others that will deliver online. I gave him footage there.

Sometimes the video will be silenced because of ethical issues. However, there are only one or two channels that broadcast live footage.

Many humans will be watching this battle and supporting Dylan.

"... hey..., you'd be thriving in tea houses by now"

Sometimes it had been spotted, and Ning tried to switch the display of the monitors installed all over the chief's office to ON.

Of course, what is shown is a silver knight and a worn out demon.

Some of them show what casters are talking about in the back of this footage, and the general public watching the battle in public viewing of the city.

'Take a look! Dylan's victory is one step away!!

"Dylan!! Dylan!! dylan!!

"Fuck you!! Nate Comori!! '

'Don't lose...... Dylan!!

Everyone wishes and wishes Dylan victory. That must be one testament to him being a hero. That's something to be proud of.

I also know exactly how the citizens who watch him feel. That's a natural emotion as a person.

"... I'm going to understand what you wanted to do. So I don't think I hate you...... but I will defeat you. I swear, I will spend my whole life fighting to create a world where 'everyone' can laugh and live,"

Dylan was somewhere sad.

"... you..."

He pulled his fist like a bow with that look on his face.

"Justice wins"

The words were too great and rocked the souls of the Nings.

That can't be happening. Does it happen?

I really wanted to say that back to you. I wanted to prove it. I couldn't admit myself to losing.

For the first time, I've noticed something.

"... cum"

But I couldn't move anymore.

"Farewell."

Dylan released his fist in a straight line to the chest of the Ning who was finally standing.

The blow was sharper and very inevitable than any attack the Ning had ever suffered.

I can see Evil Silhouette's transformation unraveling. The force in my body is falling out. I can't stand any longer. The Ning fell to the cold floor as they fell from their knees.

"... ugh... ah..."

His vision darkened as he heard the voices of the people calling Dylan's name at a distance.