Wortenia Senki

The blade met violently and the sound of the sword trident rang out into the square.

And a few seconds later, the two overlapping shadows fly backwards together.

How many times has it been repeated? With a rough breath, their shoulders rise and fall wide.

"Stronger than expected..."

Moore shrugged slightly, staring at Ryo True's set-up, which stood unawares in the middle.

Ranged attacks with water blades that make the most of the abilities of legal swords cannot achieve more results than I thought, and even if I tried to bring them into close combat, they would succeed.

(I didn't know there was such a way of fighting... this is this guy's way of fighting otherworlds...)

That was a big mistake, but Moore, who boasts a long history of warfare, also has no experience of crossing blades with people from different worlds one-on-one from the front.

The way Moore fights is just as rigid.

It is a simple and lucid way to fight, and familiar to Moore, to strengthen the muscle strength of your forged whole body by martial arts and crush your enemies.

Maximizing muscle strength is a common battle method used by knights of the earth world.

In contrast, Ryo's true way of fighting is to use the power of his flesh to the fullest. Together with his weakness and his opponent's power, he adds a soft struggle.

Ryo Jin doesn't have a focus on just or against, soft or against. That's because to him, fighting is all about killing enemies.

Sometimes they just come out and use their power to prevent them, and sometimes they pull out the power of their bodies and soften them.

They mix both well and use their forces well.

That's a soft way to fight against just now. It was the first feeling for Moore, who had soaked up plenty in the battle by just now.

By its very nature, Soft Method requires a high degree of skill and concentration to identify and control the flow of enemy power. Only a limited number of humans were able to perform this difficult task perfectly in a special environment: a battlefield in which consciousness had to be broken apart from the enemy in front of them.

Perhaps even if you are Koichiro Misaki, Ryo True Master, that may be difficult.

Regardless, Moore has no reason to know such circumstances, but she feels that the way Liang Zhen fought was very different from the way she has fought before.

(Well, good. I just do what I have to do)

To obtain victory, Moore verifies the information obtained one by one and assembles an equation to victory.

(Do you want to shred his health with a water blade like this? No, I even prevented a serial blade. Even if you can get some scratches, you can't get fatal... just waste your life (plana))

It is not pointless at all if even a scratch on a scratch is inflicted on the enemy. Any small scratch will increase the amount of bleeding if the number is higher, and the enemy's health will decrease as a result.

But you can't consume an enormous amount of energy (plana) in exchange for inflicting one of those scratches on the enemy.

The most important thing in battle and commerce is cost-effectiveness.

In other words, it is directly linked to how much return can be expected on expenses and invested capital.

Moore's eyes see the sword of love in his hand chilling.

Granting spells that do not require chanting either are certainly convenient, but they are by no means meant to be invincible and omnipotent technology.

Consumption of its vitality (plana), in particular, was a major problem in conducting the battle.

That is an issue that can never be ignored by Moore, who can even rotate the warrior and third chakra, Manipura.

No, while running three engines called chakras, you pour more raging "planas" into the sword of the law. No matter how much Moore boasts of an abundance of vibrant "planas," at some point it will always be depleted.

No matter how high performance automobiles are, it's just like being a figurine and going down without the fuel to say gasoline.

(So do you want to bring it into the melee?

But Moore denied the idea herself.

(No, if he stays defensive, he can't kill himself that easily. Even if you bring it into melee, it just stretches the cheats and the battle. Then everything will be over the moment I'm out of my mind)

Indeed, in terms of overall strength, Moore is stronger than Ryo Mitsuki.

However, that assessment would not necessarily be correct in the limited killings of one-on-one.

The backbone of Moore's strength is that he is familiar with the art of martial arts.

Conversely, Moore returns to a very ordinary knight the moment he depletes the angry Plana.

Still, it doesn't mean Moore is weak, but there's no way he can kill Ryo Trun, who couldn't use martial arts to stop him without using martial arts.

Before Moore is a fierce carnivore in the form of a man who combines the wisdom of man with the flesh of beast, and the will of steel.

If you show a gap even for a moment, at that moment, the beast in front of you will attack you to bite off your throat as a delight.

(Perhaps if it's just skill, it's better...)

Moore using martial arts and Liang Zhen not using.

It's a hard reality to admit, but there's no reason not to admit it.

Because battle is always a pile of reality...

But that's something only the two of us, the parties, know.

"" "" Whoa, whoa! Victory to Master Moore! Glory to my fatherland, Altomere!

The screams of the Ortomea soldiers, who could be bathed from behind, wooded in Moore's ears.

In the present situation, which only appears to be unilaterally attacking, it can be taken for granted that the morale of the Ortomean soldiers is increased.

Moore is intact against Liang Zhen, the enemy.

It was no surprise that the surroundings were convinced of victory.

(CHUCKLES. The idiots do what they want...)

Chirali and his gaze turned to the perimeter, and Moore threw up small.

Usually that cheer should be a pleasure.

Sure, the cheering that gets you showered in the back empowers Moore's body.

But anyway, from the outside, I felt frustrated and annoyed by the surrounding voices that I could even call irresponsible for Moore, who actually felt he was attacking me.

And the gradually bigger foot discomfort further distracts Moore's mind.

(I don't feel comfortable treading subtly... this is why the continuous blade was prevented... after all, I needed some time to fully heal now...)

Especially when it comes to launching a series of attacks, this foothold is particularly important, but it doesn't work.

Small discomfort. That nests somewhere in your body until hours. It erodes Moore's body until hours.

Physical manipulation out of its original form to shelter it, which further upsets the body's balance and increases discomfort.

(Again, the melee... is the only way)

I ruled myself out at one time, but I couldn't do it if I didn't have any other hands.

(If……)

I just have to cut the last hand note I've been keeping warm.

That pays a great price for Moore. And once used, trump cards can't be trump cards.

But Moore was determined.

Though enhanced by martial arts, the stepping of the lower body becomes the most important way to wield the Great Sword.

(Almost there... manage to carry on just a little more...)

With a slight gaze toward his painful leg, Moore slowly shook up the great sword in his hand.

The sharpened kill and intent to kill to the limit winds and releases from Moore's body.

Moore's sword, which swung heavily in the upper section, reflected the light of the lamp and sparkled.

"Die, yeah, yeah! Goshiba!"

There is a roar coming out of Moore's mouth.

(First shot, cut from upper level)

body strengthened by martial arts. It even benefits the brain's speed of thought and reflexes.

Time in the name of a moment stretched by extreme concentration.

A large amount of vibrancy is poured into Moore's great sword, which trajectories from the top left to the bottom right, creating a large blade of water that is nearly twice different from what it has been before.

From there, the sword was shaken without ever stopping.

(Two shots, right thumb)

Now his body jumped, and the water blade created again struck Ryo True's right flank.

(Shit... still prevented...)

A thick meat knife gripped in Liang Zhen's hand. The body cleaves and smashes the blade of water that flew in.

Until now, that's it.

But not this time.

When Moore smacks his tongue small, he can add more force to his whole body.

The third shot I didn't show as a once in this battle.

Although it can never be used in many ways, Moore is able to use the Great Sword to attack three times in a row.

Due to the weight and length of the weapon called the Great Sword, it is not easy to cut back the Great Sword that once gained momentum.

The sword boasts a thick blade nearly twice as long as normal considering its use on the battlefield, over an entire length of nearly one or five meters.

Its weight exceeds ten kilograms.

Sure, it's not that hard to say if you just lift it, but if you fight this as a weapon, the story changes a lot.

Common single-handed swords weigh around 1 and 5 kg. Moore's sword actually weighed nearly three times as much, as opposed to places like three to five kilos where the average weight of the sword used with both hands was double.

On top of that, if you wield the sword vigorously, it will take centrifugal power and multiply its weight for that matter.

A stack of unmistakable efforts. The efficient use of one weapon is difficult to fortify with tough physical martial arts that have been forged.

Bright True weakness is reflected in Moore's eyes.

Continuously flew in, preventing the oversized water blade and loosening the tension.

(You idiot, you're alarmed!

It's a time-consuming imprint. Under this circumstance, which has only shown a double strike so far, it was supposed to be an ambush that should also be called fatal injury to Ryo Michizawa.

(Eat it!

The great sword, weighted by centrifugal force, devoured Moore's hand.

Ignoring the laws of inertia, he forced himself to use his whole body of muscle strength to stop the powerful sword.

All over the body muscles that are simultaneously painful and screaming.

Muscle fibers that are chopped a thousand by unscrupulous physical operation.

Especially with all the underlying foot and lower back strains.

But Moore ignores the pain.

The rusty iron taste spread in Moore's mouth because of the bite too hard.

The fastest move Moore has.

It's a thrust that hits enemies with every squeezed body.

(Final Strike...... Spike!

I bet everything about myself at this moment.

Moore, who poured all the raging "plana" on his body with that thought into Manipura, dropped his back slightly to build up his full body strength.

And at the next moment, a red spark splashes with different metal sounds. Two figures intersect.

Two shadows rushed through the interval of a dozen meters in an instant.

Silence dominated the Great Hall.

(What...)

Something raw and warm that flows off your neck...

The airways and esophagus were completely mutilated.

Hot stuff rolls up from the back of his throat and zero red blood falls off Moore's lips.

His whole body was out of strength, and Moore accidentally fell into the earth.

(Right, this guy... martial arts...)

Moore did see it.

That is a sight that will never happen if Ryo Mitsuzai is unable to use martial arts.

Ryo Mitsuzai stuffed his time at an unparalleled speed. The moment the knife in his hand bounced to rub up his sword, which protruded with all his strength, from the bottom up, and tore his neck...

And understand.

Ryo Mitsuzai, give me everything I need...

Ryo Misaki looking down at herself, the meaning of the grin that is floating in her true mouth...

"Your Highness... I'm sorry..."

In a fading consciousness, he squeezed his last force and Moore apologized to Chardina, who fought in the land of Zaluda for his impudence.

Even if you understand that it's just self-satisfaction...