The layers stood quietly. Not all of Yatri's abilities have yet been figured out in the layers, but I didn't feel like I could do the same thing before to defeat Yatri. We figured we needed to fight back - before we could get ahead.
Look at the layers' setup. Yatri also responds immediately. He calmly observed the occurrence of layers of muscle, including numerous attacks for intimidation. Layers, on the other hand, also avoided Yatri's attack with one thin skin and patiently waited for Yatri to swerve.
"(This calm deserves praise this past year. but -)"
Yatri deliberately mixed a large gap blow among countless spikes. Layers who had a waiting method of warfare accidentally react to that blow. But naturally it was a trap, and the layer's counterattack cut the sky somewhat. Yatri was laughing as she watched the sword of the passing layer.
"(I have naturally fought the opponent who brings that method of warfare. I'm almost paranoid in battle, like later. Advantageous in battle is overwhelmingly ahead. That sword is a demon sword. Besides, it had quite a season in it, and I saw it as a sword of will. Perhaps you can also communicate that intention to the owner. Then naturally, you know that. The runoff of the owner, or a strange surprise attack? If you lose sight of how you fight, it's yours)"
Yatri waited even more closely for the opportunity. The layer's counterattack cut off the sky, but it wasn't even close enough to be closed yet. Yatri pounded the belly of the layer and stayed to give it quite a deep hand. And in the same way, showing off the gaps invites the layers to fight back, making sure the layers accumulate scratches. The amount of blood flowing from the layer's body increased, and it was no longer a battle like work for Yatri. As usual, finish the work. If it goes well, it will be packed with about 300 hands later. It wasn't always funny to Yatri because using this power would tell us where the battle was going. During the battle, I was so bored that I could inadvertently sigh.
But in the course of his usual work, Yatri gained his first senses. Until earlier I did see myself winning. I knew exactly how much trouble I was in, and I knew until the moment I poked the layers' hearts up. But that hassle stopped waning. With 100 hands left, we suddenly stopped moving forward. And the sight of it changing one after the other. Drop your neck, poke your chest, get your flank poked but pierce your brain. And as the maneuver grew gradually until it was finished, the sight of it also faded farther away, finally disappearing - and at the same time the sword of the layer blushing its own cheeks. Yatri's eyes were opened to surprise.
"- What?
"You've never hit it before. Than that, aren't you moving slower than you just did?
Layer's point did hit me. But that's so slight that the power of 35 becomes 34.8. It was such a difference that even Yatri wouldn't know if she wasn't conscious, and her health was still not exhausted. Rather, it's the layers that are getting faster. Until earlier, the force, which should have been a little over 20, is clearly over 30. Speed was no longer trying to exceed itself.
"(What is this guy? You think it's faster than earlier? You think he's growing in the middle of a fight? But if the movement itself is still moving, it doesn't mean it's going to go up to your arm strength!
"What's the matter, you got a blunt cut? If you're looking at anything else, it's not ai."
Yatri further increased the output of Qigong. Its endurance would be shorter for that matter, but it seemed best. We thought we could spare no effort if we were to defeat the unworthy. For a moment, I saw it again until the end of the battle. But even that gradually faints. For the first time, Yatri learned to fear his opponent.
Think about it, Yatri has never risked his life or death in a fight before. I figured out before I fought if I could win because of my unplanned insight, and I've only thought about running away from someone I know I'll lose. Of course I worked out, but I never had a real fight. Once my buddies pointed that out to me. You're not a real warrior, you said you should retire early. Needless to say, Yatri retreated from the first battle, but the merchants also needed to wreak havoc. Fighting was inevitable even if you weren't willing to fight, and looking between businesses, the days of working out didn't change.
"(Why, why did you misread!? What is this kid in the first place!
"Oops!"
Layer slapped Yatri's short spear and broke it. Yatri's short spear was also quite the industry, but Shempez's strength had prevailed. When Yatri threw the broken spear at the layer, he turned all his qigong to his feet and thoroughly fled. Layer tried to chase him for a moment, but stopped that foot perfectly and looked back towards Irmatal.
"(Won't you be chasing me down?
"I'll stop. I wasn't expecting that getaway leg, and I don't think I can catch up as long as I can. The interior of this hall makes you feel strange, and you may not be able to leave without guidance from Il, just as you have come this far.
Besides, it would be troublesome if he had some hidden balls. It might not have been the way it was supposed to be, and it doesn't mean I have to take it down in the first place, and I just fought because I ran into you. Unless you set me up here, there's nothing to deal with. And... "
"(And?
"If you fight normally, you won't lose anymore, will you? I kind of feel that way. Il more than that."
Layer quietly affirmed, but Schempez was a shivering thought. It was also the first earlier battle for Shempez. Various elements act on the battle, but obviously opponents with different strengths know before they fight. In the feeling we fought earlier, the opponent should have been considerably more capable. Yet the layers won. In the midst of the fight, I just think I grew up with every integration. I didn't have a possessor to turn into during the battle, but I just found this growth abnormal.
"(Characteristic, huh? It's not like I wasn't in my previous owner or opponent to fight, but the layers... what happens next)"
The Devil's Sword was often silent while carried by the Lord, who could not even measure it to Shempez.