The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

It was like pruning consciousness, a fist.

First time (...) and (...). I got such a nasty fist.

I thought so, opening my swollen eyelids thinly and looking up to heaven on my back.

... I knew this guy was strong.

Honestly, I was licking and rotting that you could win.

I was going to make an effort.

No guts, no mental strength, I didn't mean to lose.

But at the end, there was a difference in effort.

- Difference in effort.

To be precise, it's the difference between how much time you've spent [trying].

Thinking about it, I had me laughing unexpectedly.

If you think about it, you'll see.

Me and the fucking devil, the number of days (...) raw (...) kicked (...) was (...) all (...) different (...).

How old the hell is this fucking demon now when I'm only ten years old?

... I don't know.

I don't know. I got a glimpse of an overwhelming effort.

That moment.

What struck me was all the overwhelming misery that he had piled up.

Those thoughts only brought my consciousness into my mind as if it were turbulence.

Don't drown in overflowing them, don't drown.

While I was scratching so much - in front of me, my fist was imminent.

That's why I'm here now.

Damn, there was a monster.

I can't believe there's someone stronger than me in this world, I never thought.

... but I wasn't there.

What I recall is the sight of the world tree.

What I saw in my sight was the look of one man who was wounded, fell and lay down, and one man who was scratched and still kept looking [forward] even.

With that, I knew it at a glance.

- Oh, he's stronger than me.

It's supposed to be a battle, but I didn't really think I could win.

Therefore, I didn't think I would try it on that occasion.

I honestly followed what he said, and it moved.

And that's what I think.

A (...) A (...) Ts (...), who is it?

It's him, him.

That disgusting fucking man.

No matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you work.

I'm more distant when I realize it, don't like it. The other one.

"Let's name him. From today on, you're [Fukashi]. '

It's like a wussa, I remember that word.

When was that?

Cross counter, when was the first day I saw that?

When was the first time you received a fist that resonated in the core of your body?

- When was the first time you received a fist created just to break the human body?

That's what I think, and I laugh.

Yeah, what underlies me is that it was a defeat that day.

From that defeat, it all started.

Everything, growth, distress, effort, everything.

To that fist pain, to that pain you'll never forget.

From that room, where only the moon you can see through the window was the person you were talking to, to that man who beat me up and blew me up.

- With anger, from what I admired, it all started.

I squeaked and threw up, and I laughed.

Exhaling a rough breath, Satan trembled his fist greatly.

I won.

Victory, I took this man - victory.

A turbulent whirlpool of joy penetrated Satan's body only, and Satan hoisted his mouth corner.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I won, I won, I won, I won! I won, I beat this man, I beat this man...!

Laugh, laugh, walk out with Alpha's back turned and emotions.

As he ran, Satan, who tasted the sweetness of victory all over his body, poked up his fist all the way to heaven.

On the way, I thought no.

I don't know how many times I've tried to give up.

I don't know how many times I've felt like frustrating the pain.

But every time I remembered that word,

"... where I scratched my feet, there is no certainty anywhere that I can win. But still. It's many times better than giving up on the way because you don't think you can win. Anyway, there are possibilities..."

Remember and recite that word.

- And my body was accidentally stiff to the grin overflowing from behind.

"Nah."

I open my eyes stunned and shake my back.

There he was, lowering his blood-soaked left arm without force, but still stood up, looking like Alpha.

The appearance is stuck with words.

Impossible, impossible.

Anyway, the limits have already passed. We should have already crossed boundaries that were already useless, such as patience and guts, and finally came to support our bodies with strength.

And it's the same thing as Satan.

Above all, the fist now should have been too much to cut that 'qi' off.

"Hey, why are you standing there..."

"... Ha, why"

From what Alpha looks like that makes me laugh, I can't afford another glimpse.

Still, it should be noted that an indescribable sense of intimidation was pouring from all over its body, and Alpha, still brilliantly bursting with flames in her eyes, stood a word with her mouth horned up.

- I know someone stronger than you.

Satan's lid opened to its limits in the words.

"I know heavier fists than your fists"

Alpha, who laughed so much, grips his fist all the time.

I still remember it vividly.

... No, is it more right that you can't forget?

Alpha was defeated once.

To a certain man, he was defeated for the first time in his life.

Its fists are vivid, intense, vicious.

Specializing only in breaking people, it was just a fist to win.

Not a draw or anything.

- I failed myself miserably by the woods, that fist.

Remember that fist, I think this from the bottom of my heart.

Ah (...) be (...) be (...) be (...) strong (...) fist (...) be (...) present (...) and (...) be (...).

"... come on, you fucking demon. You can't reach my life with those lukewarm fists."

Satan, with a passion for the word, as if he had been cocked himself, grabbed his fist and shook relentlessly off to Alpha's face.

It shoots through the side head (temples) of the alpha without dimension, causing the body of the alpha to collapse into a blow that pierces the core of the body - but eats the teeth and stomps.

"... ugh!

Suddenly, Alpha's fist stares at Satan.

What was in those eyes was a pure fighting spirit.

To that will, to which the fine dust also could not shake, to that light, whispering as if to this extent, Satan devoured his teeth all chewed up, gripping his fists so hard that blood seeped through them.

"Uhhhhhh!!"

Satan's roar roars.

It was also a roar of anger and a cry of solitude.

Satan's fist, roaring and cleaving the sky, pierces Alpha's belly, and his body rises more than a dozen centimeters with Alpha groans.

And the right hook struck there.

From that fist, which shot through Alpha's cheek, the unpleasant sound of crushing the bones in his face echoed, and to the swept blood, to the sound, to the touch, Satan convinced himself that it was now his own victory.

- but soon they realize it was a 'mistake'.

"Ugh, ooh, ooh!!"

An intermittent voice bursts and Alpha's fist pierces Satan's face.

Instead of defeat, that momentum that has hit me back the other way round - no, this does not fall into the category of momentum, etc.

(WHAT... WHAT IS THIS MAN... Shh!?)

Satan steps stunned, even though his face is greatly distorted by the pain that resonated on his face.

Even if I'm wrong, it's not the fist that a dying man is releasing.

This is obviously, a living fist.

A fist to slaughter and defeat people, caged in pure intent to kill.

And so much so that Satan realized that he remembered this fist somewhere.

"This..., the fist..."

"Laaah!!"

Alpha's fist pierces Satan's belly.

It is not at the core of the body.

Rapid internal organs of the human body, present in the body.

To that blow, which came shooting through without dimensions, Satan remembers the figure of a man who was using that fist, distorting his face in pain.

(Ma, no way......)

Turn your gaze to Alpha.

There is the figure of Alpha, half-human, dropping his center of gravity, with both fists, and in that figure, with the immense intimidation that overflows from his body, Satan waves his right fist off to Alpha -

The next moment, when the compactly released left punch shot Satan's jaw through brilliantly, frightened by it, Alpha dived into Satan's nostalgia softly -

"" God's Fast Palm (Deus Impact) "......"

Boom.

To Satan's dovetail, Alpha's palm bottom was knocked in.

It was a blow that took advantage of the springs on his ankle and was applied from shoulder to arm twisting, something that a certain man went and showed him during his fight with Alpha.

"but... heh, this... heh!

Satan grips his left fist all the way as he echoes a faint voice in a vicious, extreme blow that forces him to fall into breathlessness, in such severe pain that thunder ran through his body.

It is a lethal blow that is unleashed.

A handful of magic left in your body.

"The Devil's Fist (Satan Blow)" was created by shaking it up and risking all his might.

The magic of the Red Lotus roared heavily and wrapped around his fist, and Satan waved his fist down without straying.

(Now, now, at this moment, this is the time...... ugh! That's the moment when he fires a big blow and is sure of his victory... the last chance he has left for me - heh!

Make sure you cut through the air, and that fist is sucked into Alpha's skull.

Shoot the pigeon tail in without dimension and immediately move to counter-attack, which is an unthinkable behavior for ordinary people.

Therefore, Alpha is also alarmed, not so much, but still only for a moment to rest in this low health. Just a moment.

He unconsciously relaxed and lacked just a little attention.

- And that's what I thought.

"Root, Sex Ooooooooooooooo!!"

A roar sounded and Satan's fist - cut off the sky.

"Nah."

Satan opens his eyes stunned to the face of Alpha, his fist as he passes through by cleaving directly next to it - and a fist as sharp as a spear pierces his side head (Temple).

"" God Speeds Absolute Spear (Deusspear) "AAA!!"

Second time, cross counter.

That wasn't so powerful for the first time, but still Satan's knee collapses in one too many blows, where Alpha's left fist pierces him.

That fist pierced deeply in the face.

The unpleasant sound of bone crushing, mixed with the blunt sound of beating him with blunt instruments, bled briskly from Satan's face.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

But it won't stop.

A further fist is slammed into Satan, who is painted with blood and drifts an indefinite gaze of focus into the void.

Push, push, push, push... Shh!

Slap your fists to the limit.

Your muscles are torn apart, don't stop your fists to cut a thousand pieces.

Inscribed in your heart, tap into the blow of your soul!

"Raaah!"

His voice sounds short and Satan's body bounces up from jaw to jaw.

My fist pierced my empty belly, and I slapped myself in the head - on Satan's forehead, which was broken in a letter of kuru.

It returns a stabbing pain.

Still won't stop.

- Not even a millimeter, I'm not frightened.

Satan stared blurredly at the figure in his half-emerging consciousness.

It's like you're fighting someone who's not you.

In those eyes that make you roll your fighting spirit brilliantly, as you looked to far altitude.

Satan smiled all the time.

"- It's sunny, become"

Whimpering, at the same time, Alpha's fist pierces Satan's face trying to slap him.

As blood overflows and Satan peels off his white eyes and falls down into the blood.

As Alpha gripped her fist, she looked down at Satan, who had fallen down and told him this.

"... no evil. I can't stop here."

So the battle between Satan the Great Satan and Alpha the God of War.

He drew the first battle and closed the curtain in the latter victory in the second.

A rough breath sounds.

The earth around him is already heavily cracked and stained with bright red blood, and Alpha, kneeling on its earth, sighs loudly and looks back at the immense runoff of magic that echoed from afar.

There it was - a mass of [silver] and [black] magic.

It blew around like a storm, and each time I could see this world screaming and breaking down beside me.

"... shit. Not yet, not enough."

Exactly, overwhelming.

Those words suit you, to that sight you have to do him and say 'Battle in Heaven'.

He's laughing and puking and throwing it away.

[Right]

I opened my eyes wide to that voice that rang from somewhere.