The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

A tremendous roar sounded and a crack ran across the arena.

"Hey -!"

"Ya, those idiots who are overdoing it..."

Someone screams, and I raise my voice unexpectedly, too.

I can just praise Satan for not rooting out yet... but no, that's why you usually just power it so much?

Sure... it's Satan and Gill. I understand we're not opponents who can beat each other. But... ugh. What am I supposed to say?

"Common sense! You guys don't know what common sense is!

I scream, but I don't get the earliest word.

Gil and Satan clashed their fists several times, each time shocking the entire arena. I squeezed my teeth into the sight and spread my hands wide on the spot.

"... I'm supposed to break it."

Moments later, pitch-black magic flows to the ground… Eventually, it penetrates the entire arena with a degree of strength that is' not known by the side 'and does not collapse.

"... I heard you lost all your power."

"Oh, yeah. I lost everything in exchange for 'this power'. It would satisfy as much as 1% from the full season, such as the current ability to control magic."

Return to the words of emptiness and death, in plain words.

I am far stronger than before, but my skill has fallen to the depths.

That would be a common view, even for third parties. I was wondering if you knew what it was like to die in the sky... right. At the beginning of my betrayal, this woman was already locked up. I wonder if any more information came through.

"Well, good. Now it won't collapse."

My men and my creation.

Come to think of it, it's natural for me to wipe their asses.

I shed more magic and laugh at both of them.

"Come on, punch him in the head," he said.

"Haaaa!

I grip my fist and shoot off into the body in front of me.

The blow struck his torso in different dimensions, and his body blew away with the impact. But.

"Oops! Santa's fist is a clean hit! Have you decided?

"It's decided, there's no way"

Whimpering small, toothpicking.

He walks toward me without any hesitation, especially when he lands without looking like he did. One step, one step and the look of the earth fumbling... I think against. Much more demonic than we are.

"What's up, Sata...... Santa. I didn't bark to that extent anymore."

"Oh, finally - my shoulders are just warming up... ugh!

Put back the arm you were stretching as you punched in and set it up.

I exhaled heavily and looked forward - his body was imminent right in front of me.

"Bye."

"Creatures, if they live, there's always a 'gap'"

His fist hits him directly in the face.

Blood blows up with pain.

The body of the one that looked instant is somewhere blurred in contour.

- Rumor has it, is it a 'out of step' move?

Slight gaps in the opponent, switching breaths, slight 'deviation' of consciousness, thoughts.

Identify the moment, direct your gaze, and pack the distance at once at that moment.

That even makes it feel like instant travel from the other person...... and I hear the rationale, but what viciousness when I see it again. I didn't know the illusion of stillness and motion was so awesome...

"But heh!

To this extent... I know a stronger man.

Step on the earth with your fluttering body, and get ready.

I grip my fist even more.

There are only a few things that can be done. I can only beat him, now, ever, I'm sure he will. Then you don't have to think about it. He releases his fist until his life is pruned, whether it is swallowed or prevented, until it hits.

That's all I... can do.

"Nooo!

"... ugh."

Release your fists.

Earlier, Gil deliberately took a direct hit.

Now, seeing the next blow, Gil did prevent that blow.

Its body is blown to heavenly heights by fists, and when I see it, I jump up into the sky at once.

In an instant I jumped over his head, kicking in the sky.

Turning in the air with the sound of the air bursting, I slap my fist from above to the blown Gil's body.

"" The Devil's Fist (Satan Blow) "Huh!

Gather my magic into your fists and unleash it all at once.

Black thunder scorches the sky with a direct hit, scattering shockwaves all around it.

Now there's a little damage as well - that's what I thought, and I tried to swing my fist through... heh, I noticed.

- Where I'm hitting you right now, there's no Gil.

"What's up, clutter. Did you even see the hallucinations?"

"... Huh, ma'am!

From behind, voice.

And hallucinations, the word.

The unpleasant hunch rushes me and a black fist slaps me on the cheek looking back.

"" Righteous Iron Fist (Alternative Blow) ""

I thought I heard that voice.

At the next moment, an awesome shock struck my body and I understood that I was beaten to the ground one beat late.

"Ku...... oh, the eye of the moon. Now, the power to this point..."

"These eyes are never inferior. Well, aside from the cunning eyes of God, in illusion this power can even reach his family."

... Indeed, the 'Ifried the Flaming Demon' manifested in the saving fire.

Even the moon-eyed phantom worked for him... I hear.

Chaos also said that the phantom was undone by the pain caused by 'self-injury'... but this man, Gin-Crashbell, is defeated by chaos and uses his moonlight eyes far more than when he died. Doing the same thing probably won't get you out of illusion......

When I stand up with my hands on my knees, he shows me the landing without difficulty.

... I see this is strong.

What an overwhelming strength. I had intended to know too... but still, I know its strength well when I fight again.

"You monster..."

Even without looking into his eyes, he is unknowingly swallowed up into illusion.

Normally the winning eye is thin no matter how alert you are, you step into your nostalgia with ease. Attack is a word for 'anomaly'. In addition, it is immortal enough to regenerate the entire body from one arm.

Kuse Dragon Horse (that old man) has often been able to fight such monsters.

It may not be pure personal power, but I'll send you a compliment.

Whatever... I don't see the sight of this man bowing his knees.

"Hey, what's up? Weren't we supposed to settle?

"... unplug. I'm about to get serious now......!

So I close my eyes.

The ability to act from vision is thought to be illusion.

Then, although it is the reaction that slows down, it would be just a story of 'you don't have to see' from the beginning.

Not long before I closed my eyelids, Gil's footsteps stopped.

"I see... I threw away the battle... until then. I see, the most likely way to win is also to 'seal your sight'"

- But.

What I heard was Gill's reversal.

The unpleasant feeling swells and something cold runs through my spine.

When I glanced at him... despair was spreading in front of me.

A bunch of magic filled with black monochrome.

No flames, no ice, no thunder.

It was all equally black anointed and painted with vicious power.

The only thing I can tell... is that if you touch it, it's not free.

"Ku......!

Blocking your sight is the most likely win.

... but I forgot this man's 'original power'.

The odds of winning by blocking sight are only in melee combat.

This man...... it was Gin-Crashbell who came under Gil.

Nothing else, the world's most vicious - [guard].

"[Blacksphere of Ruin (Esfora)]"

He snapped his fingers.

Moments, flames, ice, and thunder. Three different 'black spheres' loom together.

It is also impossible to avoid it altogether… again. Then throw away the defense, turn all magic into the attack, and offset it with one fist at a time! There's no other way!

I gather magic in my fists. All the magic that was spinning unconsciously all over the body into defense. Gather, consolidate, and hold your fists all manner of magic.

And - on the other side of his sight, Gil did 'chuckle'.

"- Huh!"

"Well, you'll notice or you'll see."

I waved my fist behind my back without getting lost.

Moments, nothing, a voice sounded from behind no one was supposed to be there, and fists that gathered all their magic were [offset] directly from the front.

Open your eyes to the limit.

Perhaps... in a few moments when I opened my eyes, I lured him into the illusion world. Soon there was an imminent appearance of Gill, with an unusual density of magic in his fist.

That's enough to lightly offset my present blow.

"Ki, Sama......! Well, why is that..."

"Well, the reason is simple."

Over the screen, I could see Gil laughing.

A bad feeling swells up from behind. A black shadow appeared at the edge of his sight… and the shock of simply blowing his consciousness ran through.

"but...... ah!?

Oh, that magic... illusion, so, you didn't... ugh.

Awareness is far from too powerful.

Gill's knife was slapped off to my neck as I tried to indulge, and it became a complete toddler.

"The remorse of losing, the hatred of being able to accomplish nothing, the anger... It was just despair. I learned a lot of emotions, too. That's why."

When I lost consciousness, I thought I heard Gil.

"I'm much stronger than I was then."

I laughed the last time.

Then who the hell can beat this man already?

Have that question on your chest.