Chapter 394 (2/2)

It is safe to say that there is no opportunity for it to be seen in the arena of Ichii, though it is Ulteriol.

“……”

Lutes sees the unconsciously strong fist. The talent of youth, the gender barrier, and the many curses that perish themselves. However, if you look at the scenes unfolding here, you will find that they are not important. What’s important is that it does not break even in adversity. Those who get up without breaking and move forward.

Only those who have that heart can go ahead. Whether it’s a turtle’s walk or a whale’s walk, you have to step out.

Are you not satisfied with yourselves, are you not giving up somewhere, are you not making excuses for daily training, or are you prepared to aim seriously at the top?

“I’m sorry. I’m feeling preached,”

Loran’s tweets were also a tribute to the many warriors and skilled warriors who are here. Set your own limits and start looking for what you can do there. They create such an atmosphere to live well and pretend to be an adult.

How embarrassing it? Behold, the struggle they are developing now. The two were not on this stage until the battle started. But now they are fighting beyond their limits. The cost will be great. After this, they may get stuck.

Still they went ahead without interruption. I got over it without getting lost. There is no point in things that make you laugh young. If you change this glare to a driving force, there is no point in coming here.

“Even if you cry or laugh you have one winner, you are cruel, and a wonderful ending is coming.

The king of Aquitania Galerius quietly closed his eyes. Those who move forward, those who give way to backwards, have found that they are the latter. I thought that I would not have a sword, even if it was fun.

“Lioner!”

“Alfredo!”

The two bare men, their swords cut each other into the sky. Transcendental, supernatural, swaying. Dodged body, meat and bone make noise when it is limit. There are just a few left for Alfred.

Alfred positioned this struggle for patience. How long can we be running ahead of the limit? Simple story, one who can not move can lose.

(This move is one hand, no, two hands the limit)

Calmly know your own activity limit. If this is exceeded, even the current sword and even the usual sword will not be able to reproduce. The limit is close. But I will stick to the limit.

“Come on!”

Robust reception, flexible reception, light and free reception-Father’s specialty was passed on to the child. Both the sword and the straches are struggles, but the basis is the same. Break through the large force of the opponent, including the piece called Lionel’s movement. Breaking through the tremendously difficult phase without being filled. If you make a mistake with one hand, you get stuck immediately. If the attack of the other party is interrupted even if it is no difference, it will be clogged if it exceeds the reception.

It is full of all directions. It is natural. He is stronger than himself. In Stratches, it has many pieces. What kind of poor thing is it? After all it is not enough. Fundamentally missing. Really-I’m almost crying.

“… aha?”

But-

“Here … …!”

Both regret and remorse are postponed. I just concentrate on winning now. Yes, this moment was everything.

“Well, hey, hey, playfully”

Lionel’s knee collapsed. The unintended movement of the person himself, the body as light as a feather, is so heavy that he has never felt the opposite, and the movement comes to a close.

“Wow! Great!”

Alfred poured everything into this one point. Inspire the body close to the limit, hold the sword in the eye. From here on, with energy, stacked.

Alfred’s consecutive attacks. It’s not the fastest. It’s not weird. But that is the knight’s sword with more power than anything else. It’s the most balanced sword in the struggle, the most balanced of all the ancestors.

“The shit, you’re looking stupid, you’re looking at it all. You’re looking at everything. Move, move, betray me! Don’t move!”

I can see it. But my body does not move. Damage caused by flying, fatigue caused by continuing to be scolded by a zero-degree sword, and a rush that has continued to move beyond the limit is coming. If you take a distance, you can still fight if you take a breath.

“Still more!”

But Alfred does not do that. Therefore, I squeeze everything and pour into an attack. This attack will continue until it dies. Lionel can not tell how long it will last.

“I’m an idiot, I am, I am-”

Swinging, scaffolding, disappearing, glory coming back, in the dark and stagnant ground, I had no choice but to go around, that day-

“I’m the strongest!”

Forced to cause the collapsed position in the continuous attack. Swing the sword with that force. Talent, it’s a true gift. Alfred is a move that can not even go beyond the limit. It has been put out at this last minute.

“My strongest-”

After all Lionel is great. Alfred was poised to attack Lionel, which was beyond his limits, as I imagined. A rare top position for Alfred. I broke it a bit and set it to bear on my back was the strongest of my own.

“–But you off!”

Lionel sees the movement of the center of gravity without a sense of force, the flow of force arising from it, and the shattered cobblestone breaking up. If you can hit a pod, can you hit a sword? I forgot. Swallow all excuses that come to mind and pour everything in this moment. Shake out.

The power is on my side. The position is overwhelmed even at a disadvantage.

But that blow-

“Haha!”

My thoughts, my resolution, and even my talents broke down.

“Gu, ga !?”

Breaking sword, crumbling knee. A sword pointed at a fallen lion.

Shredded from the upper stage where the development was put. It was a combination of Ark’s killing and flinging. Strongest in Alfred’s hand. It is a crystal of technology and belief, and emits a golden radiance that surpasses simple talent.

“I win.”

Alfred pulling a sword. Seeing that, Lionel-

“Still, the match is over. Even if the sword is broken, it doesn’t matter. I’m still.”

I could not do anything. I can not get my knees strong. Apart from pains throughout the body, the body does not move against the commands of the head as if it had forgotten how to move.

“I am–”

“Let’s do it again. At that time, I’ll make it a little bit stronger.”

Alfred sets the sword and walks out. It is Lionel who can not move to the ground.

Whoever sees the scene-

“There is a match! Winner, Golden Knight Alexis!”

It was completely settled.