Chapter 1812: 1812 War and Peace, Part 350 - Unified Martial Arts Games WV, Youth in Black vs Tochi Heritage ② -

The young man's body became suddenly overwhelmed.

The Heritage had a wooden sword in front of the signal of initiation as well. No, when I was upset that they made me set up, they signaled the start of the game.

"Young!"

In front of the unintentionally screaming Heritage, a young man in black approached without sound. The pressure I felt earlier was no longer present, and I slipped into the intermission.

"Ooh!"

Strike it down within a blow before you're in time. Such a legacy contender was also invalidated in an instant, and was finally brought to terms. It was a miscalculation that got me into nostalgia in an instant, but super melee is where I'm best at tradition. Especially in the offense from Tsukuba, I was confident enough to disable the anarchy as well.

"Ha, it's not arm power to say things from this state. The strength and rush of the trunk..."

That's what I said. Half the balloon was damaged the moment the body of the handover floated and became defenseless.

A young man shook a wooden knife faster than the Heritage could figure out what had happened.

"I see, I still have moves. I didn't know you could stop at a single meeting."

"Mm, gu."

Heritage seemed to bite off her lips before she struck and trembled in humiliation. If this was serious, it wouldn't have been strange to be dead. Though there was alarm with a wooden sword, a swordsman is an inexcusable circumstance. The Heritage retightened itself, as well as taking a small, deep breath to restore calm.

"(separate from the bodily stiffness up to the Fourth World War. Impressions and alarms have been abandoned. When was the first time you lost an attack from a match? Even Zems opponents can't be more overwhelmed. In front of you is superb prey over difficulty class A. I guess you'd better fight like that)"

The youth was turning to the side when the heritage was set up again and they were back on their minds.

"(This is the trouble! Suddenly I wonder if the pressure has increased, even signs and footsteps disappear. Once you're in time so easily, there's only so much you can do!

And guard against the sword of the young man, this time with a series of strikes not to be confused. I got a little closer and more trouble, but the youth approached me to sew that gap.

"Do it!"

"With more effort, the pressure weakens. We're short on strength."

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"Tell me what!

Again, even at last - the moment the heritage set in place, the youth let go of the forward kick. The tradition treads on an unexpected blow, and the youth unleashes a blow from the big upper section.

I came for a complete victory in syncope, not a judgment win. For the first time a young man makes a scene, the tradition targets the strike down. And one sword danced the universe.

The Lord of the Danced Sword is a Heritage. And a young man's sword relentlessly punches through the jaw of his heritage. While shaking his brain, the transmission was connecting his consciousness in an incredible mood.

"(You can't believe it. Can you roll up the sword you went to strike down and strike out this jaw accurately without losing the power of the quote? This young man is the owner of what technology. No, or what the hell has been the way you've won so far?

The Heritage was full of incredible feelings about everything, but I hadn't abandoned the battle yet. Fist to be unleashed ready for consultation. Because I don't have a sword, and I won't give up. In a match, it is imperative that if you have slashed several opponents, such as knives, you become useless. If the knife becomes useless, we need to take the other sword and fight it. It is only with the technology to do so that we can name samurai on the eastern continent.

"(I'll punch in, but fine. You may not win, but you will suffer an inexorable blow)"

As the heritage was ready, the youth quietly told him as he was about to attack.

"I can't hit back or anything when I'm ready to defeat. If you can discuss this attack before, you can try."

At the same time as the youth's words, the Heritage suddenly looked like countless swords appeared from behind the youth. Overwhelmed, the Heritage picked one of its leaders to fight back, but it was too late when it realized it was a killer that felt like a sword.

"Mischievous - No"

Many attacks actually flew into the Heritage, releasing enough kill to illuminate the Sword. The Heritage was rarely beaten and slapped off-site, wondering why so many powerful men were hiding.

And at the same time, he remembered that he didn't even know the name of this other person, and he managed to keep his consciousness pressed so that he wouldn't pass out.

"Winner, Black Swordsman Drew!

Seeing a young man leaving with a declaration of victory, the nose of the Heritage tells him.

"You must smell a certain preference... well, not a sword move, but a bluff in its appearance. You've got more fun... hufu."

While speaking to himself, he passed out and was to be transported to Arnelia's emergency room.

Continued

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