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It was Krishna who set me up first. Krishna kicked hard on the ground as we shrunk our differences from each other, sinking our upper bodies deep and rushing out to pack our differences all at once.

(Overflowing with youth and spirituality. Good stuff)

Ma Ji saw the sharp aura released from Krishna and rejoiced.

(Above all, this fighting spirit. Reminds me of my youth. I had a time like this, too. pity and joy in picking such a young man out, I can't stop.)

At that moment when Krishna entered the right to control her own attack, Ma Ji took a step forward with a great, fast, far more intense fighting spirit than Krishna.

Krishna was overwhelmed just by Ma Ji's taking that step. Something huge and horrible that was hard to describe appeared suddenly in front of me, and I was caught by such a feeling that I was about to crush myself.

With Krishna's face turned, Ma Ji's right arm protrudes. I could see my arm spinning. And the image of one's face being torn apart and dying instantly follows Krishna's brain.

With Ma Ji's hands imminent, Krishna's upper body sinks further and runs at a dull rate.

My body was moving naturally. The image of death was switching on the function of the body to encourage avoidance.

Without the name of Uenohara's ancient martial arts, this special depth crushes flesh and bones by spinning the hand forged to the extreme like a screw.

Ma Ji likes the moment she releases this move and destroys her human body. And I also loved showing that sight to others and seeing fear react.

(Though it is very tight, it is well done. Again, this guy is promising in the future.)

While sending praise in his heart, Ma Ji flips his body and releases a backward kick.

Now Krishna, who could not be deflected, defended herself with her arms, so she did not have to take a direct hit. But its body leans wide to the side.

Krishna manages to stay and keep her body on the verge of falling. That's where Ma Ji launches another attack. The back fist of the swinging master was under Krishna's shoulder. My brachial bones twitch.

Every time Ma Ji moves, Krishna remembers such illusions as if even the surrounding air was destroyed. So much for this old man's movements, fast, sharp, and full of outrage.

To a completely flinched Krishna, Ma Ji takes a step further. At the same time, Ma Ji's body sinks slightly, his body stretches wide and protrudes as his hands rotate.

Ma Ji was after Krishna's throat.

Krishna couldn't squeeze, but she was reflexively protecting her throat with a Kukli knife.

And Krishna had an incredible experience. The knife was destroyed, fragments splashed, and the bones in Krisiyuna's mandible were also crushed.

Krishna's body glances wide and falls on her back with blood scattered.

Though he suffered serious injuries that made him want to cover his eyes, spraying a large amount of blood, that the skin and flesh of his jaw would be swept away, and bones would be crushed, he could still only prevent him from being swept down his throat and leading to death.

Krishna's rush to Ma Ji is only about five seconds away. The battle was quickly decided. They attacked me unilaterally and ended up with nothing good.

When I lost, Krishna's brain wasn't even accepting. My brain hasn't caught up with the fact that I've been destroyed, defeated by nothing, and shown the difference in power by the very worst.

(What's the matter...)

Ma Ji was lost when she saw Krishna, who had become incapable of fighting and was frightened.

Ma Ji has a very whimsical personality. I also like to kill young people with developing talents, but sometimes I feel like I want to miss them. Until now, I was going to pick my talent buds, and now I don't feel like it.

"Hey, we got a fight. Is there no stronger one?

Ma Ji speaks out on the back of the newcomers shooting at a house with enemy soldiers.

(That Krishna...)

When I saw Krishna falling in her unbroken appearance, the truth was utterly silent. Krishna and I have trained for melee combat many times. True, but we have never won. It doesn't extend to Simon, Lee and Charles, but if it's just a melee, it's a better owner of arms than his new home and Andrew.

"You're done over there. It was faster than I thought."

My new home shrugged when I saw the gun stopped being fired from the enemy.

"Wait. Mr. Ji. I'm gonna take it from here now."

"Ho ho, I'm looking forward to that."

Ma Ji laughs at the words of her new home.

"No, if you're free, you don't have to wait."

"Which one is it?"

Ma Ji laughs when the words of her new home get bumpy.

A minute later, Li Lei and Simon, who had dived directly into the house to finish off the soldiers inside, return.

"Silver Wolf."

Seeing an old man with a long matcho, Li Lei speaks his name.

"Simon, Krishna tied up Tyman and lost. Take revenge on him."

"Am I allowed to play like that?

Simon smiles and shrugs his shoulders at the orders of his new home.

"Shooting all of us is a quick escape, so we should stop while we're playing with Tyman."

Copy that.

Encouraged by his new home, Simon moves forward and forth in front of Ma Ji.

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I slipped through its sides and rushed to Krishna, where my new home was falling. Next to Ma Ji also slips through flat.

"Krishna, you want to be the strongest man, don't you? Then don't pass out here and watch Simon fight closely. As far as I know, he's the most powerful mercenary."

With Krishna's help, the new home told him in a powerful voice.

Krishna followed the words of her new home, desperately remaining conscious, staring at Simon and Ma Ji across the street.

Compared to Ma Ji, who is over 180 in height, it seems inferior to the purpose seen by Simon, who is 160 in height, but the power hidden within Simon is aura and unleashed, without inferior to Ma Ji, who is facing each other, or to the eyes of the mercenaries who are watching.

(On the contrary... I'm more overwhelmed by this guy's concern)

Ma Ji swallows the saliva. The tip of my hand is shaking fine. Instinct already understands the difference in power.

(to a young man who's not even a third of me alive......)

I accepted that I was trembling just because I confronted him, and Ma Ji's bride moaned hard. I've fought many before, but other than my mother, I've never fought a stronger opponent than myself. I can say that's bad luck or bad luck.

I stepped in first from Ma Ji and waved my arm. As I rotate, I snap Simon's throat.

Ma Ji just stepped in, overwhelming his opponent. Krishna tried to fight and felt it strong. Full of intense feelings.

But Simon had a cool face, and he himself was treading forcefully so as not to feel the pressure of Ma Ji.

Simon's excellent moving vision was fully reading Ma Ji's attack.

Simon's exceptional reflex nerves were fully responsive to Ma Ji's attacks.

Simon's extraordinary instantaneous power completely outweighed Ma Ji's speed.

The depths of Ma Ji's special assassination cut the sky, and Simon's unleashed hook, which jumped into his pocket, was piercing Ma Ji's flank.

If there is also a height difference of more than 20 cm, the weight difference physical difference makes the weight of the attack and the thickness to be taken completely different. But the reality is that Simon's fist blow is causing Ma Ji, who is far better at gatai than he is, to sit alongside him in large measure.

Blood flows backwards from the back of Ma Ji's throat, creeping up into his mouth.

(heavy...... strong......)

Ma Ji makes such an image of a ball of steel being shot at high speeds from close range.

fundamentally felt as if it were another organism. When Simon has all of his physical abilities beating him, he just gets one shot of his fist, and Ma Ji admits it.

(There is a historical difference in talent. Look at my mother, I knew that, too. When there's such a monster and any effort is laughed off. Until now I haven't seen her, besides my mother)

Ma Ji realizes that he has lived for more than eighty years and has finally circled to the second person.

Staying on the verge of falling, Ma Ji releases a knee kick with Simon's side head turned in a desperate shape that squeezed his face.

Simon's eyes clearly see the movement. I can read it. From Simon's point of view, that's slow. Wet.

As the difference in power was historical in Ma Ji and Krishna, so was Simon and Ma Ji. Also, the difference in power was historical.

Second, Simon remembers the old days.

A man named Simon Bell was born with a privileged physical ability, but until his late teens, he wasn't nearly as good as he was at not flying.

I got my hands on boxing when I was a student, but to the extent I could beat it there. I often lost. And it pained me that neither martial arts nor martial arts as a sport suited me at all.

Unless it's a complete ruleless kill, your body won't move well. Conversely, if it's a fight to kill, you're free to move. I went into mercenary school, thoroughly bullied my body, and learned the skills to kill it, while realizing it was right for me.

And then one time, Simon woke up. I was able to control my body, like I could never consciously do in a normal person. I'm free to tap into my potential.

When people are in danger of their lives, the brakes of the forces that are usually contained are released, giving them what they call the idiotic power of a fire. Simon can consciously put it out. But not only that, but the flesh changed so that it could withstand the liberation of power. And by the changes in the flesh itself, muscle strength was dramatically strengthened at the same time.

It was evolution and blossoming. It was the moment when man, of his own free will, climbed one step up the stairs of man.

At one time Simon sought strength, as did his obsession. But I went one step up and learned the reality that most other human beings did not reach me, and I could no longer lose that greed.

Now I hope I'm having fun with my people while I keep living in battle. That's all there is to the feeling in Simon.

So all the time, Simon laughs naturally. I enjoy spending time with my companions I care about, and I always laugh gently and frankly.

The man of extreme strength, at the same time, was also of extreme brightness, kindness and warmth.

"Become...!?

Ma Ji was mute. It was from both sides that the knee that unleashed the knee kick was received with Simon's left and right hand thumbs.

And then Simon just has his thumb, and Ma Ji's knee is removed.

"Ooh......"

When Simon's thumb came off, Ma Ji stood alone on one leg and moaned with a curse as he remembered the fierce fear and confusion.

Simon's kick pierced Ma Ji's abdomen, full of gaps.

A power that doesn't seem like a human kick. Powerful injection machine, kicking as if an iron stick had been punched in. Some of his guts are torn, and a large amount of blood, not comparable to earlier, is thrown out of Ma Ji's mouth, his white eyes peeled off, and he falls into a letter to depression.

Simon poked his gun and pulled the trigger at Ma Ji's head, which had become completely non-combatant.

Bikun and his body cramped a lot once, and he stopped moving ahead. Silver hair dyes red.

I kept fighting on the battlefield - no, the life of an old man who was going to fight and who kept killing the lives of others was interrupted there.

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