Makai Hongi

The commander of the Nehyol army was motivated. Now I can't avoid the fight anymore.

And once again, I realize how it is.

(You don't have the same experience as the Great Tooth Clan arr)

Enemy troop leaders who were at their disposal.

It was really strong, but now I can tell that I would have gained that status only with the ability to be born with it.

I was immature in my thinking and movement. In exchange for that, the captain of the Nehyol army has a different flavour and two flavours.

Ever since I found out it was going to be a fight, I've been staring at this one, trying to figure out who I am.

(This sucks... I can't handle it)

This difference in experience cannot be overridden by a slight increase in the amount of magic.

They're going to fight in the room like this.

The Legion Leader is erasing his expression and keeping me from reading his next move.

(If this is the case, I'll keep my weapon out)

I thought it would hit me rudely, and I wrapped the cloth around it.

You won't give me time to loosen up.

But I can't help but discuss this with my weapon in my hand.

Holding my eyes against the weapon I left standing on the wall, I took up the boxing setup.

Perhaps this is the best fit for this occasion.

"Heh... you do funny things. I wonder what that is."

"I don't know. Think for yourself."

I'm done using my salutation.

All you have to do is talk with force.

Even so, there's no chance of winning.

Look at the Legion Leader. Okay, but it just changed from me to me, and the results don't change.

It could get a little worse.

Martial arts and martial arts are learned with reason (proverb) and elevated to higher heights by cultivating the way.

Unlike me, who was learning the basics in Japan, I am a complete amateur.

I can use the same moves but I don't understand why they are.

Speaking of chess, I know how to fight arrow cars (Yaguruma) and four-way flying cars (Shinbisha), but it equals not understanding why they move pawns so.

There's nothing I can do about all this.

And in this fight, the burning blade doesn't work.

It just turns out to be me, pushed out of time by the difference in the amount of magic vegetables.

"Looks like you're not coming. Okay, I'm coming."

I've been stuffing my time unconstructively. I guess there's no concept of making more of a mistake than that.

In the first place, none of the opponents have ever been "set up" in the demonic world.

The same goes for the Commander of the Nehyol Army. Looks like he's going to push it off with his abilities.

The Legion Leader's back is only as far as my belly.

You'd think it was still far...

I used my footwork and when I packed the time, I let go of the jab face-to-face.

Pissy sounded so creepy that the Legion Leader's face glanced.

I hit the nose column. Twice and three times where my face is back.

The same is true in Gooden, but with all this difference in the amount of magic, it's barely damaged.

Still, I rocked my brain with a hook, and when I felt signs that I was about to fight back, I took a distance in the backstep.

"!? Yeah. That's a rare way to fight. It's been a long time since I've been hit unilaterally."

As I thought, it's not working at all. Your face remains beautiful.

"Can you still afford it? I'll gradually make you look pale."

This room is huge. I have about a boxing ring.

The Legion Leader, like the rest of them, doesn't seem used to combat moves.

Take a distance and tap in jabs and straights, occasionally crossing hooks and hitting him unilaterally.

"I expected you to do something, but I'm tired of it."

He approached me with an acceleration that made me wonder what the move had been so far.

As expected.

Release the low kick with its legs up.

Beautifully decided on the leg he tried to land on, the Legion Leader falls into the spot.

I slapped a facial kick in where I was surprised to see this one.

I weigh differently.

The corps leader's body blew up on the wall like a shell.

"... what is it. I'm surprised."

"Right. I have confidence in the number of drawers here."

I can't afford it as much as I say with my mouth.

Only muscle strength is a kick out of the Auga clan.

Against the vampire tribe of the magical subjects. But could it work a little more?

It was a kick all over me, but this is also too sad to be ineffective.

But it doesn't work for me.

"So I let you go."

Same thing happens when you fight the Gouden.

At that time, he was an Auga and a Heioga, and Gooden was a troop leader.

I overturned it. I'll do it this time.

The Commander of the Nehyol Army is so confident that his defenses are obnoxious.

If there's a gap in it, there it is.

"Well, maybe it's time for me to get this out."

Legion leader's nails stretched. They're not magically attacking me.

This is a good trend because if they use magic, they'll be at a disadvantage at once.

Still, those nails are nasty.

If you get caught, it's no different than being slashed with a sword.

No more boxing styles.

Now drop your hips and keep your hands in front of you. Look closely in wrestling.

The Legion Leader came in a straight line. Simple, but difficult to avoid.

I've practiced dozens, hundreds... no, thousands of times.

He set up a technique, a side stiffening, to determine joints from standing in a general martial arts.

Grab the opponent's left wrist with your right hand and immediately tangle your left arm.

As you put your entire weight on your left arm, at your own weight, the two bodies fall to the floor and your weight rests on the other elbow.

- Poki.

A light noise broke the Legion Leader's arm.

I tried to strangle him as he was, and he fell right out. I can't help it. The difference in self is hard to override.

"Is that it? How did you do it now?

Hang out your right arm, and the Legion Leader looks at me with interest.

"I don't know. That's one more arm. What are we gonna do?

"One bottle, this? This is... here."

He had a broken bone stuck as he waved his arm. What the hell is that?

"Yeah...... I'm fine"

As if nothing had happened, the Legion Leader smiled.

Seriously.