Chapter 1752: 1752 War and Peace, Part 290 - Conference Day 9, Morning ① -

Alphilis also thought about it. Bar art was one of Aldrius' best martial arts, but I do remember taking one was indelible. Weapons are stronger in simple things. It was Aldrius' theory, and Alphilis thinks so. Because non-abrasive sticks and other striking weapons are more useful on the battlefield than blade spilling swords.

From his combat experience with Aldrius, Alphilis thought about what he would not like to do with bars. That's how I came up with one answer.

"Hmm... well, I wonder if it's worth a try"

"Did you come up with something?

"I don't have any certainty. But the order of the games... I think I'll have Cowen's help and Dwarf come out in total."

"Hey, what are you thinking?

"Forest Warrior. Yes, you're a forest warrior..."

Anxiously, but somewhere with slight expectations, a shadow sent an interesting gaze to Alphilis. But the Alpha Reese was still roaring alone with his feet together with some indecisive expression.

- Day 9 of the meeting, morning -

venue for the Unified Martial Arts Games in the early morning. In a venue where there was not even an audience in front of the venue yet early in the morning, Tochi Heritage put his jaw on the knife and looked down at the venue as he smoked (kuyu) the flue pipe (xel). That look was never loose, but it also seemed pleasant, and troubling.

Sheva sat nearby silently there. I looked up as if the Heritage surprised me.

"Bye, I just thought you were home."

"Yeah, I was going to. White Vine's arm still doesn't fully stick, and I'm just a little bit interested."

"Is that the sword emperor?

"Well."

Sheva was also sprinkling cigarettes with flue pipes. But I know that the contents are not just cigarettes. It is a tobacco to mix unspeakable and suspicious grasses of herbs and poisons and boost magic. It seems to be adjusted to suit me, and I was dying dangerously when I had the transmission to let the flue blow as well.

Thereafter the two are companions who will somehow cause the flue to blow. Magic and swords. They are two people who have lived in opposite poles, and they are far apart from each other, but somehow they talk to each other. Although, of course, Sheva does not tolerate the hobby of heritage.

"Bastards of Vasquez are grieving. I hope the sword emperor doesn't follow me."

"Really? If it's a bondage called a martial arts tournament, I don't think there's anyone out to the right of Vasquez. You won't be able to use that black strange sphere either, and I don't think there's exactly the kind of technology you can use to overwhelm Vasquez with your bare hands?

"It feels like it was done, the sword emperor's skill is excellent, but it's not a realm that I can handle. Vasquez would certainly be advantageous if we were to interact with each other indefinitely.

but whether or not you are master enough to defeat to that extent "

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When the Heritage and Sheva had their own predictions, the Vasquez of the day appeared flustered there. A little bit of two, but I realized that Vasquez's expression was so blue that I'd never seen it before.

It was probably the first look that a man would ever give an invincible grin, or scatter without hiding his anger emotions. The Vasquez sat beside the legend, silently looking down.

Heritage and Sheba looked at each other, and I was wondering what was going on.

"Is this - may I ask what happened?

"- Oh, I don't mind. I just want to say, I'm worried too."

It is a bad-toothed saying, that arrogance makes it a vasquez like walking in clothes. Increasingly, the heritage was confused.

"If you say that, you'll be more and more concerned"

"I'm the most confused. Hey, Heritage. You, how many times have you killed someone called the immortal?

"Maybe three times."

"How?

Heritage follows memory.

"The hell was desperate when I burned my whole body to ashes and then packed it in a transparent box and exposed it to sunlight. Others died by breaking an external device. Sometimes the shadows were weak."

"I've done it five times. Hunting the immortal is one of the most expensive mercenary requests. Information is often shared in guilds about how they crusaded. If you're immortal and I asked you how to crusade, you can't go down 50.

But... "

Yesterday's Archbishop, that wasn't just an immortal. Vasquez moves have the technique of stopping playback with or without. With it, we could have at least stopped the immortals. That didn't make any sense to that archbishop opponent.

The feeling of beating him was certainly a human woman. Then there should be pain for sure, but he was equipped with the mental power to override it. The fact that there shouldn't be a while drove Vasquez's senses crazy. And whether it was reaction speed or reading, the same attack didn't work twice. Arm power that is even illusory when it gets stronger each time it plays more.

As a result, Vasquez was suppressed in the fighting. I haven't remembered this since the time of the rush.

"(Did you misread the other person's strength? No, that woman was certainly not that strong. If you were just strong, the blonde knight behind you would have been stronger. How did I get hit so unilaterally with the knight in the back? I don't understand... this is the first time I've ever felt sick about a woman)"

Vasquez couldn't sort out this emotion, and he spent the night unheeded. I had already forgotten about the fisting clan and about Shire. Vasquez was just thinking about Miranda.

That's where the Heritage clamps its hands! and tapped hard to bring Vasquez's consciousness back.

Continued

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