7 Lesson seven: I breathe. (1/2)

Ben ”Ha”.

Black Wolf leaps out in front of me. The sheaf-specific speed lowered my posture, and I accelerated further, sticking a knife in his big open mouth with my right arm. It was at the same time that Wolf shut his mouth and my knife destroyed his head from the inside.

Damn!?

Black Wolf who raises his unspeakable voice and is doomed. The fangs biting deeply into his right arm disappeared as fog along with the main body. Next!

I manage to avoid the Killerbud bite attack that flew in - grabbing that leg as I do.

- No, no, no, no, no!

He wielded a killer bud and took (...) the huge stick that Hobgoblin A has been wielding with a killer bud.

- The Moment To Be Whoa.

A giant bat that makes an unpleasant noise and stops moving. Before that appearance turns into fog,

- Ah!

Hobgoblin A waves the stick down on me again. And I rolled and I snapped, and I put a knife in his ankle, and I cut his tendon, and I let him fall.

”- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I stepped on the Hob A I let fall and jumped ”Jump,” jumping over the heads of the two who came from behind with a dotard (...) and sticking a knife in the brain of the Hob D at the rearmost who was standing up like an idiot. Immediate death. But the knife broke. One more bottle.

- but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The rambling monkey behind Hob looks at me and barks. If you're a Tyman, you could even defeat a Level 15 warrior, a killer.

………………

I don't know the reason. I don't know why. But I follow his instincts to read ”Breathe.” If he exhales, he becomes white and cloudy, and the fog around him enters his mouth. A moment's pageant. Raging monkey exhaled, at that moment,

Don't!

My assault, breathing and saving power, breaks through the fog and hits the monkey.

”-!?

Organisms get the most skittish 'right after exhaling'. And so on, I wasn't even thinking about that yet. It was just 'somehow', but I still succeeded in encouraging the stiffness of the rampage monkey.

My knife sucks into his neck. [M] However,

- Pakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

It broke lightly in front of his thick, hard skin. Rigid unraveled raging monkey counterattack coming. The blow I just wielded with my left arm. But he plunged into my flank and swept me apart flashly.

Cancer, about.

There is a spark scattered in front of me. Strangely still alive. It was Kung Fu who was jumping backwards. Less damage than I thought. Two hobs wave their weapons down at me. Hold your breath, buckle and dodge. Good for the sheaf. But there are no weapons.

Standing back, sighing, I got up. Spread your fists and stand low. What Mr. Diego was teaching me was the sword and the body technique, but how much it would go through the monster against him.

- I should have kept him a martial artist...!

There is a hand axe holding hob B in the front, a stick holding hob C in the back, and a stick hob in the back with his leg tendon cut off and whirling around, and a rampage monkey is staring at me next to it. Desperate situation.

Still, I breathe, I vomit.

I can still breathe.

I'm still alive.

Then I won't give up until the end.

... I still don't know at this time. That this is the dark space of magic vegetables. that the experience gained by its breathing is such a high place that it is not comparable to the first layer.

that its job level has already safely crossed the '15' etc.

There was no reason to know.

- Ahhh!

Enemy barks.

Just in time, a hob with an axe attacked me. An inexplicable phenomenon strikes me. It looks like a slow motion. The stick holding behind him also looked good attacking him in breath with the guy in the front. I jump.

- Bullshit!

The stick blushes me and slaps the belly of the front hob. The tip I jumped was the right arm of the front hob - the right arm with the hand axe.

- Give it to me!

Hello.

jumped on Hob's right arm in the air and twisted it, snatching his hand axe. I