Chapter 1701: 1701 War and Peace, Part 239 ~ Fist Vasquez vs Masked Fist (Archbishop) Elsa ③ ~

As Vasquez turned behind Elsa, he sat down, put his foot on his right shoulder and fell asleep. And I laughed and spoke with a nibble.

"Oh, no!

Along with Vasquez's hanging, Elsa's right elbow was half broken. Elsa screams without a voice. No matter how you work out, it's not something you can get out of the pain. An intense blow, so much so that the agony for the earlier body vanishes for a moment. Still, Elsa tries to fight back in boredom.

"Ki, you."

"Yikes."

Now Vasquez started breaking Elsa's fingers, one at a time, whistling. The curse on Vasquez was replaced by an unparalleled voice of anguish. Listening to that voice, Vasquez was shaking with joy.

"Mm-hmm! That sounds so good, you! Medium good material! Hey, aren't you a mazo? Or just being strong, if you're an Attch, do you specialize in receiving?

Elsa silently opened her fist in Vasquez's face with her left arm. If you release your fist with your right arm in an extreme state, your right arm is naturally likely to break. If it's useless, throw it away. Elsa was ready to die and unleashed a blow.

But Vasquez let go of his hand lightly as if to mock Elsa like that, and fled as he jumped around behind him. His right elbow remained half broken, but his shoulder was now unscrupulous and his right arm finger was broken up to three times. I'm no longer useless in this game.

Watching that right arm, Vasquez was bouncing around looking fun.

"Kuha! You know what? It's relatively easy to stick a broken arm together, even in magic, but in a semi-destructed state. In other words, if the fracture is not followed by partial tendon fracture or screw bending to align the sticky bone, it is necessary to break it once and then re-stick it.

I mean, it hurts a lot when I heal. I'm used to pain. To hurt me accurately, it's effective to give me a blow when I forget, right?

"This, sadist!

"I've been taught by others, too, and I'm naturally aware of that. So, why do you think we're talking like this?

Vasquez's body disappears again. And when Elsa thought she was uncomfortable with her left leg, her left leg was pointing in the wrong direction. I'm afraid the pain isn't coming all at once, it's twitching.

"~ ~ ~!"

"I just removed my femur and pointed it 180 degrees opposite, but I screwed the muscles and nerves off my femur. The trick is to do it without cutting the blood vessels, okay? If you rip the blood vessels, you'll lose blood."

Vasquez jumped from his head to Elsa's feet and did the deed with his head in his fulcrum. In a flash of early work, most people did not know what had happened.

In this series of acts, Roch was riding himself out of the audience and screaming.

"What are you doing, referee! Stop the game! There's a fight!

"But I haven't heard a manifestation of intent to defeat yet!

The referee knows who Elsa is. On top of that, Elsa was asking me not to stop the game. I want to contribute to boosting the Games. To do this, he told me not to interrupt the game easily. We can't win forever because it's the organizers' side, but we had an offer to choose our own occasions for abstention. Otherwise, he would have at least interrupted the game to confirm his will to abstain.

Vasquez saw the interaction and laughed niggly.

"Oh well, you're abstaining. Too bad."

"Mm, gu."

You are reading story The Branded Female Fencer at novel35.com

"But I'm not satisfied yet. Oh, my God. I don't know if anyone will attack me tonight, as appropriate. I had a knight who lost something, and I was wondering if I'd like that area?

Vasquez nodded his tongue with the words. Vasquez knew who Elsa was, and he was shaking it. Elsa also realized she was being told about Eliza again, and she couldn't have missed asking after finding out it was a provocation.

And then I got on with the provocation.

"Who abstains, etc! You will succeed!

"Oh ho! Judge, did you hear that? This woman said she would never abstain. Don't hesitate, I can take this seriously!

"No!

Now Shire jumped out of the audience. and Gora, dressed in a robe with that shoulder, grabs it.

"Master, don't stop!

"If you get your hands on someone else's competition, you're disqualified, right? Are you sure?

"But, but!

"Look, this is the woman's choice. If you make a mistake, that means you can do it."

Not that Gora has no feelings, but Gora thought she had no feelings for those who chose and stood on this occasion.

And on stage, the rare beating by Vasquez had begun. To much misery, the audience roughly turned away, and even those exiting the venue. If there was Miriazal or Miranda on this occasion, they must have stopped it. But neither of them had already done so at the afternoon meeting, and none of them had a higher identity than Elsa at the Games headquarters. And the referee had argued against Roch's voice, which, on the contrary, had lost the opportunity to stop him.

I'm going to die like this - at least I'm going to be unrepeatable. Many of the athletes embarked on themselves to stop the game, but few tried to get their hands on it because few were sure of their skill enough to stop Vasquez in the first place, and they also knew that if they broke it in again, they would disqualify themselves.

And Vasquez was where Elsa's left arm was screwed and her right knee kicked out, Elsa finally fell on her knees. Vasquez jabs his forward body. And as it was rubbery, he sandbacked his body about to fall.

"Hyahahaha! You can't even fall if you can't help it!? And I can't go to the next game if I kill him like this. Do you want to make up your mind here?

You were a good girl!? This will soothe your frustration if you hold a few people at night! I could have done that to you, but I don't have a hobby for a woman with a swollen face!

Besides, I don't know if I'll ever wake up again. "

Vasquez's swinging knife is swinging down Elsa's brain. Vasquez knows that if he cracks the brain weather, he won't wake up. You can't go for it in the fight, but if you're the one who can't resist this much, and you can beat this much and see how handy it is, then force is perfect.

Vasquez had a hand knife with certainty. Put this hand down and this woman won't wake up for the rest of her life. With any healing magic, he knew that blocking the wound would not be a healing after-effect.

It was not regrets or patrols that came to Vasquez's head, but various parts of his body that he had broken because of his subtle twitching, but that if he slept his whole life, he would have no pain to heal. But the question also disappeared in an instant with a really simple answer.

"(Well, come on)"

And then Vasquez's knife was swung down, and at that exact moment...

Continued

You can find story with these keywords: The Branded Female Fencer, Read The Branded Female Fencer, The Branded Female Fencer novel, The Branded Female Fencer book, The Branded Female Fencer story, The Branded Female Fencer full, The Branded Female Fencer Latest Chapter