Chapter 97: 97 96 ◇ With my fist and your black magic

"If it's the best development, I can support Mr. Marc with black magic after he defeats him. It would be great if you turned Mr. Phillip's consciousness on me."

That was a conversation with Mr. Lemé at the operational meeting before the production.

The worst development would be Mr. Lemme losing to Marc or me losing to my brother before that.

"Yeah."

"Now... don't you like it?

Mr. Leme's carefree gaze.

"Huh? No way. Of course I try as hard as winning one-on-one, but this is a tag battle. I'm not dissatisfied with winning with my partner."

"Oh well, that would be nice"

Mr. Lemé had a grin of relief before continuing.

"So, it's magic to hang on Mr. Phillip, but I'm going to make it 'confusing'. Because even if he used the Vajra, this would disturb the thought of maintaining it. The armor's about to loosen for a moment to a few seconds, but if you tap it there with your finished right arm, you'll be able to defeat it enough, right?

"Yeah......"

"Mr. Nicolas?

After a little hesitation, I manage to speak.

"Um... Mr. Lemme, it... can't we just lose defense?

Mr. Leme put his hand on his chin as he thought, without denying my opinion.

"... I do think the people who only see you crush 'Kong' will thrive more than I crumble my armor. It suits the purpose of captivating you in the style you want. Just..."

He looked difficult.

"Black magic can't hang on things. Since you can't even target magic, only Mr. Philip's own durability can be lowered by a loss of defense." Vajra "will never get brittle...?

White magic Black magic works on magic bodies (avatars) because it is set that way during the generation phase. Otherwise, black and white magic does not work on magical bodies (avatars) made of magic.

"Yeah, I know. I have to cross your iron wall first to leverage Leme's support."

Things, I thought they'd say.

Mr. Leme is sweet, but that's not like sweet. He's greedy for victory, he's committed to letting his people win, and he puts his thoughts around winning more than anyone, even if it doesn't look like it to the audience.

I wonder if this tournament is even a little known around it. I'd be glad to be.

Anyway, there is no compromise on him in the battle for things.

If you think my thoughts won't lead to victory, you'll say why.

"I left it to you (,,,)"

He smiled, that's all he said.

That's all the words, I couldn't help but be happy.

He decided he could.

"At the same time that you crush your armor, I hang my defense down. Even if we can break through the Vajra, they'll have killed most of the power by then."

"Yeah."

"But you win."

"Yeah......!

"Verito's fist and"

"With Mr. Leme's black magic"

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I won't bother checking.

What is the situation with Mr. Lemé now? Of course I care, but I don't point my consciousness there.

What he said he would do, he would definitely do. I have no doubt.

So I do what I say I do, too.

Run.

Not to my brother. Run through the vicinity of the 'arms' that remain on the field. Each time my right arm gets a little bigger.

The other person won't interfere with it. Are you concentrating on increasing your defenses, or can't you chase them because of the damage you've done earlier?

"You've grown a lot."

All the 'arms' installed so far were recovered.

All that remains is clashes and destruction.

Now I'm gonna beat you up.

Looks like he's gonna intercept me driving towards him.

The ground rocks every step of the way.

Without any interference, our distance will be zero.

My right arm is released and he takes it with both arms.

For a moment, the sounds of the ground echo the venue.

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His body is giddy down, but 'Vajra' is not crushed.

"I told you. Crushing me..."

"Do it... ugh!

I made that decision myself, and my partner left it to me.

Boom, it wasn't one time.

"... eh. What's this?"

Phil looking surprised. His body went further down.

I've been doing the right arm giant thing, just absorbing it. I consumed magic in the manipulation of "arms" and the generation of walls, but I'm [brave] even if I am. I didn't wake up. I'm sixteen years old.

[Title (Job)] I have been working out for six years since I found out. It has magic.

The arm was finished to the size of the limit I would move.

So neither did my brother suspect that this was all he could do. Must be all the facts.

I just got the push.

Silver 'arms' were beating the elbow part of his right arm.

After beating it up, it is absorbed into the right arm.

It's after I hit him already, so I don't care if he's the size I can't move.

Repeat that for as long as you can.

Hit him. Hit him. Hit him. Hit him. Keep hitting me. Over and over again. Folds up in a row anyway, even if seemingly ineffective.

And one step at a time, we step in.

"No, yep... ugh!

"Grr, ooh... ugh!

If you noticed, your opponent's back was against the wall of the field.

A shape that pinches him with his right arm and wall.

Pisces and the sound of something snarling.

There was a crack in "Vajra". But that's not all.

And my right arm.

- Do you mind?

Push in. Keep pounding your fists in.

With a shock push, like crushing him.

Eventually, it smashed.

His armor.

And my right arm.

The dewy brother's face had the look of incredibility.

In that moment, I pack the distance.

The first part that I let wrap it around. Thin silver right arm.

This alone doesn't allow me to stab him in the stop.

But don't worry.

"Blink."

I thought I heard that voice. Must be the voice of the best [Black Demon Instructor].

He swung his fist through his head toward his brother, who lays his fist around a thin, golden color.

Same with the other person.

We punched each other in the face with all our might.

Dull, heavy noise.

I shouldn't have thought eating a blow to the head twice would be a good idea, but I get moro.

Still didn't have to fall because his arms were weakening again?

By contrast, he...

…………

I wasn't there. No, I just missed where I was going.

There were traces of him.

Like scattered stardust, magic particles teach you.

He left.

Mr. Lemé's defensive loss took place at the best possible time.

'Marc, Leme... and Philip leave... Shit, winner - lemme veritopea...... ugh!

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