Chapter 709: 709 Missing Talent, Part 88 - Strategist 33

"(Damn, what an accurate attack. A mould exists precisely to that. Never a cod fight, the way this guy fights incorporates all kinds of genres and trains them on it. It's a basement fight. Yes, it's like a knight)"

Yes, the reason the layer can't attack is an exact, basic attack that doesn't match the 6th figure. If it was just a basic attack, it would snort, and it wouldn't be an obstacle to the layers in the first place. Attack number 6 had changed the characteristics of the weapon together, but at the same time it was complete with a very high dimension of its attack, whilst still relaxing on the basics. It was like a skilled knight, as the lay felt.

But the layers weren't alone, either, teasing the sixth attack with a piece of paper, and letting the thick torso devour a blow as the iron sphere blurred its cheeks. But the hand of the layer wasn't the soft feeling of tearing the meat, it was obvious that it hit the metal, the hard hand of a kid came into his hands.

When the sword of the layer slashed the enemy's garments, from beneath it emerged armor of cloudy watery colour. The armor didn't completely cover the No. 6 body, but the steeple hid it precisely. When I have a bad feeling about the layers and look at them at hand, the sword is spilling a blade. Layers have never cared for or checked their swords. Until earlier, I wasn't supposed to spill a blade trying to cut people. That's what spilled the blade after only one attack on Opponent 6.

"(That's not normal armor. How stiff)"

I don't know the layers, but the armor that number 6 wraps around was armor made by processing special metals that could be taken in the far west of the continent. Armor is sturdy, but generally never went out and naturally was never recruited by the military. Unlike the armor used by Hekatonkail and others, it is also a metal with some form of posture in witchcraft.

The reason why so good armor did not come out in the world was that the metal was too dense and very heavy. Armor is said to weigh five times as much as adult men in general. The idea of fighting with this kind of armor on was not for a normal human being. It is the way to fight with the No. 6 power.

Even if Layer didn't know about the armor, he understood the threat of this enemy. Techniques are mutual or superior. He said it was nearly impossible to fight accurately while jerking off enemy attacks in it. The missing sword decided that winning was pretty tough with a weapon. The minor layers also bothered me, but it's not necessarily that Lunatica is coming to this reinforcement. We have to do something about this place by ourselves.

"Well, I wonder what's going on. We have to figure out a way to win."

"How about two, not one?

When the layer looked back at the stairs as a fit, a line stood there. I didn't really realize I was going to concentrate on the fight, but the line did stand there. The line went here thinking about it, but at the same time it was an unexpected event for the lay person, I thought it was very bad. I still didn't think anyone could know about this power, but that's when number 6 came up suddenly with a gap in the layer. He threw down an iron sphere and attacked it with a blade like a razor planted in his hands.

The layers prevented him from getting aggressive, but he would look like a weapon push at close range. When they pressed each other as they were, layers saw cracks enter their swords.

"(Not good! limit)"

As the sword tried to withstand the load and break, the line kicked off number 6, which exploited the attack to blow away but once distanced, keeping an eye on the line, the new enemy.

Rhine pulls the sword out of his hips and hands it to the layer, and he pulls out the dance slave on his back.

"Hey, are you okay?

"Sort of. More than that..."

"I know, I'm not saying anything extra. You look like this. You have a strong mouth."

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"I'm not so popular as to trust you just by mouth. I want something like a pledge."

"You're a tough guy. Then I'll show you my secret, too. I don't think I've shown it to you in front of the Alphilis yet, so let's do this. Look at that?

Layer felt that when the line set up a dance slave, a sudden, massive smell of blood appeared to emanate from the line. Layers didn't know much about the line until now, but the atmosphere of the usual conditioner was nowhere. For Layer, Rhine is the deputy commander of the mercenary regiment to which he belongs, but he had no direct contact, he was a well-laughed paedophile, but he had no more impression of practical ability and sword arms than a person admired by everyone there and beyond. But Layer understood that the line now was a man with a liver, who smelled more like a warrior than anyone else, and who crooked a training ground incomparable to himself.

"That sword, what?

"A little delicacy. If you can see it, see how I fight it."

The moment Rhine said so, Rhine took the form of a sword eaten on the torso of number 6. To the attack so fast, not only the 6th but even the layers looked out. And to a very strong impact, he blew it behind him as he broke into the shape of No. 6.

But even as he rolled the 6th, he stood up immediately, picked up the iron ball along the way and stood up to show it. Rhine sees how it is, and flinches his head.

"That's hard... can't this sword be a blow? Hey, dancer, are you in the mood?

"It's not about temper. It's a matter of skill for the wielder."

"Did the sword speak? No, you're a dancer."

Layers reacted to what the dancer had told them. The surprise of layers who did not know the Dance Slave as the Devil's Sword was also daunting, but it was the Dance Slave that surprised me more inside than that.

"(That kid, can you hear me? I almost only talk to the Lord when I'm a sword, and I meant to talk to him so that he still only sounds like the line... but that boy, maybe he deserves to wave me)"

I don't even know what such a dancer thinks, and Rhine sets up his sword again.

"Dancer, how much is the hardness of your sword?

"So I told you, my hardness as a sword depends on the wielder. If you're up to it, I'll even slash the diamond and show you."

"I see, that's all I need to know"

The line stood with a tight look. Layers had no idea what the line was going to do, but the line's answer was even simpler.

Continued

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