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233Festival for the Flower Festival (4)
a series of circumstances.
I couldn't accept it visually..
Nowhere in the world did there exist a technology to gain momentum by stepping on a stone floating in the air..
Crumbling rumbling.
The world was colored brightly.
As lightning fell from the sky, Morales raised his head and swung his sword upward..
Kwaang!
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak.!
There was a huge shock..
A tremendous overload was placed on the muscles to the point where the hair on his entire body stood up, and Morales' body was pushed forward in the same position as he was blocking the attack..
People burst out in astonishment.
Morales is called a symbol of strength as he is the monster of Valhalla, but in the scene just now, he was clearly lacking in strength..
Kwasik.
the ground collapsed.
The ground, which had become soft from the impact, collapsed with every step, but Roman Dmitry was not limited by the terrain..
widely.
tatak.
It was a strange move.
Like a weightless person, the speed of running did not slow down even while stepping on the collapsing ground..
People in this world only knew how to powerfully manifest the explosive power called aura..
Roman Dmitry's strength was a martial arts pursuit of 'lightness', and the sight of him gaining momentum even with falling stones added to the embarrassment..
flash.
Kwaang-
bounced off to the side.
It was clearly a space that was thought to have no place to step, but Roman Dmitry swung his sword while stepping on a fist-sized stone..
Morales' reaction was quick..
He boldly threw his head back and let go of the opponent's attack, but Roman Dmitry gained momentum once again, jumped up, and slashed with his sword..
Crumbling rumbling.
Kwaang!
Morales' expression darkened..
Just by blocking Roman Dmitry's combined attack, his face had already turned red..
That too.
no different from other people.
He thought of Roman Dmitry as his peer, but he did not think that a swordsman in his 20s would be stronger than him..
It is not a judgment buried in common sense..
The memories he had experienced while traveling through countless battlefields made him instinctively deny the fact that Roman Dmitry was stronger than him..
however.
not now.
A fierce battle.
Roman Dmitry had a clear superiority in strength..
Not only did he not simply neutralize the terrain, but he also pressed down on Morales with overwhelming force from any position..
After all, the world was wide. Roman Dmitry's strange movements and powers that go beyond common sense.
The fact that a being who has everything like that is not yet in his 20s.
As the realm of common sense crumbled, Morales accepted the reality that he might lose this fight..
Kwaang!
bounced off each other.
Morales, who pushed Roman Dmitri back with an aura, smiled all over his face..
“It's really fun!”
I've always wanted it.
May I fight a warrior like Roman Dmitry.
Under the blessings of Valhalla, may I exist as a warrior.
opened my chest.
The scars etched into his broad chest proved that Morales' joy was genuine..
“From now on, I will not think about the future. This Morales will do his best to take down Roman Dmitri..”
Crumbling.
Mana was boiling over..
Changes that spread throughout the body.
My bones were twisted..
The gigantic body grew to an even larger size than before, and the hairs sprouting from the pores grew wildly, covering the entire body to the extent that no tattoos were visible..
Morales' face twisted..
When he looked forward, groaning in pain, his eyes could not be called human..
A being in the shape of a bear.
He was a descendant of wild people.
* * *
Empire's top ranker.
They honed their own weapons until they reached that position..
Simply having a strong aura was not enough..
How one handles great power becomes the standard for determining strength, and Morales was not able to take 12th place just with bold attacks..
The ability to change is only available to the descendants of wild people. Developing it, Morales reached the stage of assimilation..
“Crumbling.”
Animal blood ran through my body..
My senses expanded, and I received sensations from around me in greater detail than before..
and.
I threw away the great sword..
The nails that sprouted from both hands were engulfed in an aura, giving the appearance of holding ten swords in both hands..
crackling.
Crumbling rumbling.
The moment I hit the ground.
There was a shock as if the ground was collapsing..
3Morales' huge body, which was over 100 m, lunged towards Roman Dmitri, and as he swung both hands, he was roughly ripped from the floor along the aura..
It was an attack that made you shiver just by looking at it..
Roman Dmitry's existence seemed to be reduced to food for beasts..
however.
Roman Dmitry faced his opponent.
Instead of backing down, I faced it head on..
Kwakwakwak!
Crumbling rumbling.
From then on, it was a realm of transcendence..
Morales seemed to have expected that Roman Dmitry would block his attack, and he pushed like crazy without thinking about defense..
Roman Dmitry's counterattack did not work easily..
10Belly, 20 times, the rapidly rising senses of an animal recognized the opponent's intention from the beginning..
The moment you move your right finger.
I've already dug into the space to avoid.
As he twisted his body and slashed his sword, Morales reacted quickly and struck away the opponent's attack with his claws..
Kwaang!
There was a sickening shock..
Blood leaked from Morales' mouth, but his grotesquely distorted expression showed that he happily accepted this moment..
“Let's see the end, let's see!”
bang!
Kwakwakwak!
attacked.
Whether you die.
Roman Dmitry dies.
There is only one winner in this fight.
Although they were not entangled in an evil relationship, being born as a warrior in Valhalla meant the fate of accepting death at any time..
At least Roman Dmitry. He was a being more suitable for the festival of Valhalla than Barbossa..
The sight of Morales facing his attacks head-on was the warrior fight he had hoped for..
life has burned out.
Every time I erupt my aura.
Every time I bump into Roman Dmitri.
Morales' body screamed..
He warned that excessive power that goes beyond human limits will come at a high price even if victory is achieved..
however.
‘will definitely win.’
Even if I accept death.
I didn't take defeat for granted.
Morales raised his aura like crazy..
As if he had already lost control, Morales' body scraped the aura spread throughout his body to the floor to avoid being pushed by Roman Dmitri..
An intensely burning aura.
The ten auras expressed through the fingernails proved to those watching how Morales rose to 12th place..
berserk warrior.
10Even the rankers above avoid it..
Everyone hated dealing with him due to his difficult nature of being a descendant of a wild man and his attack method that ignored defense..
so that.
There was also talk that Barbossa was reluctant to fight him..
Barbossa was the Twelve Swordsman of the Continent and a 6-star swordsman, but that did not mean he could defeat Morales without any damage..
An opponent who must take damage regardless of the state of aura.
That was the modifier to describe Morales, and he was nothing short of a Valhalla warrior..
Kwasik.
The ground collapsed once again.
I knew my opponent would back down..
The strange movement would not be restricted by the terrain, but it attempted to explode the aura by predicting the opponent's direction..
That moment.
beetle.
Morales' eyes wavered..
Before I explode my aura.
A flashing sword split his chest..
* * *
Morales was strong.
Beings I've dealt with so far.
Although he was a being on a different level from them, there was a fact that the people of Valhalla overlooked..
Rumors heard in the world.
The feat that shocked people was not the result of Roman Dmitry's all-out effort..
‘Morales. you are a true warrior.’
Valhalla.
The country of warriors they say.
The Valhalla that Roman Dmitry experienced was different from the popular rumors that spoke of racial discrimination at its peak and surrender to overwhelming violence..
It was a series of disappointments.
The Cronos Empire's only opponent was not a country with enough dignity to rule the continent..
In the meantime.
Morales proved the fundamentals of Valhalla.
How Valhalla was born and how the empire was established, his existence told everything..
my blood boiled.
The struggle that Valhalla speaks of.
It was similar to the method of the Demonic Cult..
Although it is said that the law of the fittest is cruel and risks life, Valhalla, across the continent, was a country that pursued a method familiar to Roman Dmitry..
Fighting Morales is not about showing mercy.
If Valhalla is similar to the Demonic Cult, now it was time to prove what was right through force..
Roman Dmitry.
The prosecutor of a weak country that people criticize is.
He proved that Barbossa is not inferior in the slightest to an opponent who should be worried about losing..
A battle of strength and power.
enjoyed the competition.
He wanted ordinary people to witness his presence with their own eyes, rather than something overwhelming that they could not see..
In that sense, Morales was someone who made Roman Dmitri truly happy..
The attacks that turned into wild beasts showed that the Salamander Continent had created its own world..
Phuwak.
A sword that cuts through the chest.
skin was rough.
Although his skin, which was as hard as steel, cracked, Morales continued his attack without a single groan..
“Wow!”
Kwaang!
Kwakwakwakkwak.!
Even though I know that the color of defeat has deepened.
There was no fear of death.
Against Morales, who was making his own presence known, Roman Dmitry willingly mixed defense and defense with him..
cut my arm.
blocked the attack.
cut my leg.
He threw the person who was trying to hug him to the floor..
Kwasik!
blood splattered.
The face was crushed, the ground was broken..
The blood that flowed from Morales was already all over the place, but Morales immediately raised his head and showed his blood-covered face to the people..
I heard screams around me..
Although they cannot accept the fact that Morales, whom they trust and follow, is being pushed out so unilaterally, the scene before their eyes has forced reality..
dripping.
blood staining the floor.
Morales grinned..
The pain was familiar.
He knew he was on a limb..
It was certain.
I will die today, right here.
* * *
change has been unleashed.
Morales, who returned to his human form, screamed with a face filled with madness..
“People of Valhalla! Remember today. Dmitry's successor, Roman Dmitry, accepted the invitation even though he knew that Valhalla was trapping him with a cowardly plan. He is born with the pride of a warrior. When we all doubted his existence, even before the confrontation with Barbossa, he accepted our challenge without shame before Valhalla.!”
It was terrible.
The evil voice proved that Morales did not have much life left..
“What a joy this is. Valhalla lost its roots as it became an empire, and although the country became a great country, it was more petty than a small country. They are no longer warriors who pursue strength. We have entered an era in which those who respond to political intrigues gain power. Therefore, welcome the presence of Roman Dmitry. He enjoys his performance. Keep your eyes peeled so that no one can interfere with the fight between Barbossa and Roman Dmitri..”
Valhalla Imperial Palace.
Barbossa is their dog.
The imperial family will no doubt think of a plan for complete victory and will try to manipulate the situation just as they did in the fight against Barbossa..
Roman Dmitry arrives in Paulo.
The lack of guidance from people and the fact that they suffered from racial discrimination proved the narrow-minded attitude of the leaders..
“Cough.”
I vomited blood.
Morales grabs his sword again.
Before I knew it, the sword, whose edge had been damaged, created an aura and rushed towards Roman Dmitri..
he already.
It was dead inside..
In the intense clash, all life appeared in danger like a melted candle..
an imminent situation.
Roman Dmitry showed ‘a portion’ of his power as he rushed forward with his vitality exploding..
flash.
intense light.
no one saw the truth.
before even realizing that something has been done.
Roman Dmitry's sword once again sliced through Morales' broad chest..
Phuwak.
There was pain.
Feeling the burning pain spread throughout his body, Morales smiled brightly at Roman Dmitri..
I gained confidence from the attack just now. Roman Dmitri has strong confidence that he can defeat Barbossa..
‘Barbossa. The angel of death to replace me will soon find you..’
Morales collapses.
after that.
People, including Sanchez, had their eyes wide open with expressions of shock..
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