The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

I, or even my master, of boulders, have never seen a very mega-visionary evolution of nature's slow metabolism anyway. I mean, I don't even want to see it.

Master says that the Immortal has no life span, but when the training is completed in the true sense, the Immortal integrates with nature and becomes part of the stars and becomes all of them.

I don't know what the hell, but I only know vaguely, too.

It doesn't turn out to be the same as people getting buried in graves, but something more amazing than that. Maybe the master isn't at that stage yet either.

What you're trying to say is that in this world, after five hundred years, we're not even showing the prospect of an era of industrialization or mass production.

According to the book of things, humanity reached the lunar surface less than a hundred years after the Wright brothers completed their powered planes.

I guess mankind will explode into that development due to trivial triggers, but the magical civilization, which went much too far when it was fantastic, is collapsing.

Much has been said, but there has not yet been a demographic explosion in this world, and there are many places near this school that are still out of people's hands.

We just went away for a little while and we were in the deep woods.

Of course, it's not as deep as that forest I've spent all these years in.

"Well, I hate you, but I admitted to your escort, Sansui."

"Oh, I've been down there looking at you and your fiancée."

It was a great flying conversation.

The lady's high flying and unattended didn't know where to stay.

Is it good, I feel like it was a house of the same size for once.

"Me and your house are equal. But me and you are not equal. Like your fiancée lost my escort. That's why I took your challenge. 'Cause you see... you say it's embarrassing to lose again and expose the mess, don't you?

I'm listening. This was the conversation that embarrassed me.

It's good that Rayne is still in early childhood. If I ask, it's definitely not good for education.

Even now.

"Don't think of my fiancée as that much!

"Oh, to what extent? If you think it glowed, you didn't just get beaten down by my escort"

I guess that was true for amateurs, but I don't know if there was actually quite a bit of an offensive oddity.

Of course, the majority of the public are de amateurs, and I'm sure they've only heard of hearsay.

"Doowe......!

"Oh, I wonder if you would be ashamed of the winner who came to you with mercy? That's amazing. How shameless are you?"

I'll stir it up......

But in fact, I'm very surprised, too.

'Cause it would be too soon to lose and rematch the next day or something.

How confident are you in your wife's hands?

"... Um, Mr. Doowe. Thank you for listening to us."

"Oh, that's so polite."

"Yes, because I'm sure you're saying something incredibly unsolicited."

"Honestly, I'm impressed. 'Cause there was a huge difference in strength for amateurs, too. Normally, I wonder if it would be a little more time apart."

"I lost. There is no excuse for that. But I haven't got it all out yet."

"Isn't that flipping and losing?

"... Yes. But I still have powers that I can't use because of circumstances. I'm not convinced not to bump that... I know it's an excuse... but still, I want to fight mountain water again!

I wonder what he gets from that...... I think ratings are always intact in public, even if we fight privately with forces we can't publicly.

"... of course you win, Sansui."

"Of course, ma'am. I swear on the honor of my master, victory."

"That's reassuring. Every time you say you're stronger than yourself, you bring out the honor of your master."

"Yeah, but to the extent that 'all kinds of magic' are available, I won't take the back."

On purpose, my harem was blatantly surprised.

Well, yes, because that's not normally possible.

But still, I get it. Because I know, I can be sure of victory.

With that much confidence, there's no way you can beat me.

"Sure it is...... but how do you know that?!

"Immortal users read the signs of their opponents in depth. It's obviously a strange sign."

"Then how can you say you can win?

I guess I'm weak because I don't know that. I am decisively mistaken for what I call a battle. Naturally, other than me and the sacrifice, I started to leave.

Even the lady feels slightly scared and keeps her distance.

In the woods out of people's hands, that is, it is my home.

I could feel the power of nature stronger than I felt in schools and mansions.

"I don't mind getting as ready as I want, that's the kind of battle this is"

"..." Burning Spirit, "" Bright Armor ""

Shortly afterwards, his sword burned up and he wore even more armor of light.

That means simultaneous use of magic and magic, which is not inherently possible.

On the other hand, he's nervous about me mentioning the trick.

Optimism and suspicion were also on his expression.

"O lonely wolf who dwells in us, dwell in us and fight against our enemies"

On top of that, the body itself degenerates.

My whole body doesn't get huge, it just gets covered in hair, but I could still feel the increase in physical ability.

I don't use spells on boulders. You won't be able to use it during battle like that. Even an expert twigger will take a long time.

"... this is all I can have right now. Can you still tell me you don't have a shot at me?"

I use my Qigong sword to crawl through the window.

Maybe if you leave it, they'll call you from the other side. I wouldn't have come if I hadn't, and that's when.

Yeah, I'll do this when I come, I'll do this when I come, which is not a good thing.

All you have to do is do your best on the spot.

"It's yesterday's two dances if it stays this way, is that all right?

"... are you licking me?

Slightly angry. Well, you'd be pissed off, but I've got about what I think, too.

Does this kind of smell like old age?

"Now I taste nothing like I did yesterday!

Something's starting to feel weaker than yesterday.

The first thing yesterday seemed pretty distracting.

Could I be stirring it up, too, as the lady is doing?

I don't like it, I can't believe I feel a lead connection at a time like this.

Nevertheless, I also feel that I am in a hurry to live, even if my life expectancy is short.

I'm not a lady, but I don't know why I would revenge the next day.

"... this power is the power that we have all received. You can't lose, there's no way you can lose!

He wields a burning sword and a knight of light with the factor of the beast strikes at him.

It's cool on the picture, but I think I'm looking at your brother at some point.

I read the currents.

I also read his, the flow in his body as he penetrates.

And that means you can also read the flow of power that is perverting the flesh.

"Burning Rush!"

Perhaps it's a move to consolidate the defense with magic, improve muscle strength and agility with divine descent, and rush further from there with the blazing sword......

That means no matter how this one strikes, it's not in a state where it can be avoided by pre-reading.

I plunge into my magic armor with a Qigong sword.

A moment before that, he also understands defeat, but he cannot avoid it.

He was crumbling to the ground after being taken as he was.

"Damn......?!

"I poked at the steeple. You really shouldn't be moving for a while."

It's natural, to take it for granted, but with the fact that if you pass out, you can't use magic, and if they poke you through a steeple and your flesh is significantly weak, that can't be completely magical anymore.

Though over the armor, I poked with an qigong sword at one point in the steeple. Probably won't be able to use magic for a while. Of course, in the broad sense, including rare magic, or in the narrow sense of academic correctness.

"Hey, why...?!

"Ew! They're really pounding the steeple!

"Master Saiga?! Are you ok?!

Festival My Harlem cannot hide the confusion in the unexpected event of repetition.

The festival I rush over and embrace, but still remain conscious, which is why I was about to suffer.

"Don't move, Saiga. One point you've been poked at is the steeple in the divine descent. If you can't, you're dead! But... how did you know the steeple!

"I saw the divine descent yesterday, too. That's all I can tell you about the power we use to bring down God."

"... you monsters. But as a warrior, I don't admire you. Kensei, you are right and strongest."

It's quick and helpful. Master Snae, who herself becomes immense with divinity, understood me correctly.

At least that I can't beat this guy right now.

"But to this extent, if you think the man I've chosen will give up, it's a big mistake"

"Please see the lady for a rematch. I'm your escort."

I approached the lady who was so grumpy.

So is the lady, but Blois is also very surprised.

"It's plain."

"That's plain."

"Don't say plain and plain..."

Sort of plain, though. Were you expecting some kind of true special attack or something? I can't help but hide that stuff.

Of course, I hide my immortality.

"Why... why can't you win...?!

I'm distressed, I can't even breathe.

But there is nothing else to be accepted as a result of the duel.

I think of my own cause of defeat.

"Ha... you know, Mr. Happyne"

"... what!

"I won't take it again."

She looks so disappointed, and the lady says pretty awful things.

But I agree with that. 'Cause it's getting worse than yesterday.

"It's me, I thought it'd be a little more interesting. But I'm sorry, my escort seems a little too strong."

"What, the way you put it!

"'Cause you lost another shot."

The lady, too, felt devoured if it were to be re-baked yesterday. 'Cause I haven't made any progress.

Festival My Harlem was surprised, but this one was surprised, too.

"Could you at least try again after you've gained the power visibly"

I didn't feel nervous or nervous. Especially if it's from me. Because I'm fundamentally mistaken.

Nevertheless, Blois also has no two sentences around it.

I wonder what it is, that a man appeared who could handle all sorts of magic, but that tension had been wiped away in any way.

Leaving the losers of disappointment, we, the winners of nothingness, are leaving.

This victory was more empty than usual.