"Naye, this guy is extraordinary, don't show mercy."

"but……"

"She is serious and wants to kill us."

To Naye who was still confused, Vita said with certainty.

Opposite, Kana eliminated the last spirit bullet, stood in the audience and looked at Naye and Vita. Vita added another sentence...

"If the subordinates show mercy, they lose... no, maybe we will die."

02

The black man continued to hum and haha ​​dance, and Samar was very close to him.

It seems that this black man has a very good magic resistance, so all the quick magic released is useless. The remaining method is to use fists to kill the opponent.

After several rounds of fight, this black bastard was really powerful in his kung fu, and he almost couldn't beat Samar to his hand. Moreover, his strange movement method also made it difficult for Samar to reach the corner of his clothes.

However, Samar also used magical equipment on himself, and used ice magic to strengthen his defense ability. So in terms of the degree of injury, it was nothing (although it hurts), but he couldn't hit people, but he kept hitting people. No matter who it was, he was very angry.

"You black man, don't always evade!"

Samar roared, but there was something wrong with this sentence. Don't let others hide and dodge, and are you still standing and asking you to hit? The black man naturally ignored it. No, maybe he didn't hear it. Even Samar could hear the noisy sound from his headphones.

The black man rushed forward again, then took a step back, avoided Samar's fist, took another step forward, and pushed his knees on Samar's chest. Samar even knocked it off with one hand, but he was in the other party's flipped his body in the air and kicked it from above like a battle axe.

Samar flashed his head and dodged, but he was still hit on his shoulder. He knelt down on one leg, smashing a hole in the ground with his knees, and tiny cracks spread out around him.

"It hurts so much! This guy..."

Samar cursed, but suddenly looked at the cracks on the ground and something flashed through his mind.

Yes, that's it!

A winning method emerges in Samar's mind, and you can kill it with one blow.

"Haha, you're done, I've already... oh!"

Samar stood up again as he thought of this, looking at the black man with great confidence, ready to issue a declaration of victory, but the black man continued to attack Samar, without giving him a chance to show off. Samar was so angry that he screamed.

Another continuous attack as fast as a whirlwind, Samar is still in defensive state.

Bang-

Samar was beaten to kneel down, while the black man took a step forward and kicked Samar's chin, but the sure-shooting kick lost its accuracy. The black man fell backward and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hehe, sure enough! I'd done this if I knew it!"

Samar, who stood up with a dark smile, looked at the black man who was struggling to get up from the ground very remarkably. The black man couldn't get up because he stepped on ice. It was good, it was ice.

Looking around, the whole room had been covered with a layer of ice color. It was Samar's quietly moving hands and feet, turning it into an ice rink. The habit of the dancing black man was to stand with one foot and attack the other foot. Although this was normal, the foot made a complicated and tricky attack, so balance was very important. But if the environment suddenly changed, the answer was obvious. The black man who was dancing street danced had already danced a turtle-turning dance on the floor.

"Hehe, he's dancing, bastard!"

Samar smiled very happily and kicked and kicked the black man's body hard.

"It's jumping! It's jumping! Bastard! You're jumping! Hahahaha..."

It felt like a bully bullying the poor people in the slums. The black man let out a painful howl, but this stimulated Samar's excited nerves even more. This look was really bad.

"Hahahahaha! Is it so good! Didn't you play so well just now? Hahahaha!"

Samar, who was getting more and more excited, kicked the black man harder, but when he was so excited about kicking, another tragedy happened. Not only the black man was affected by the ice, but he was also among them. So after a series of crazy actions, he naturally slid to the back of his head and hit the floor heavily.

Dong--a very dull sound comes.

"Um...it hurts so much..."

With Venus eyes on her breath, she took a breath and rolled on the ground with Samar on the back of her head, looking quite matched with the black man dancing tortoise.

After a minute, the two men finally got up slowly, but Samar kicked the black man's feet countless times. With the influence of the ice, they are now trembling.

OK, end the battle immediately, and one blow determines the outcome!

The time was ripe, and Samar rushed over first. The black man could not attack or move with his feet, so he hit him with his hands. Samar saw this and lowered his body, avoided the attack, and hugged the black man's body.

"It's time to start!"

Samar let out a hideous smile, and with the black body as the center, he turned around, walked around behind him, and stepped on a pit with force with both feet.

"Drink ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With his hands tightened against each other, his body pressed against the black man's back, he picked him up with force, and after he raised his head, Samar roared and bent his waist backward. While the black man was screaming, Samar's body formed an arch bridge, and the black man's head was aimed at the hard ground at this time.

"Must kill! German bridge-style back fall ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Dong--!

This was a very loud sound, and I was very doubtful that the black man's head had exploded at this time. Samar was holding the black man, and his body was still offering the bridge, while the black man was still twitching. His shoulders fell to the ground, and his head was 100 degrees to his chest. Regardless of life and death, his neck must have been broken.

Ten seconds later, the black man had completely lost his reaction. Samar was relieved and let go of his hand, and fell to the ground. He rubbed his waist and said in great pain.

"It hurts so much...it hurts so much...it wouldn't have been needed if I had known...it hurts so much..."

It hurts really very much.

However, before he could enjoy the joy of victory, Krakerakela—this subtle voice sounded at the same time. Samar hadn't cared about it at first, but when the sound became louder and louder, his face suddenly changed color. He found that with the black man's head as the center, a huge crack was spreading endlessly around, and the cracks became larger and larger, and the range of the impact had spread throughout the room, as if it was about to collapse.

Samar hurriedly wanted to run to the exit, but the pain in his waist made him unable to straighten his body, and it was difficult for him to get up. At this moment, with the loud voice of Carrara, the ground at the foot of Samar fell at the same time, and with the black man, Samar fell down.

[ps: About Angel's weapon. Angel's Sonic Hand Knife, the second form, has become a high-frequency vibrating knife, which is very powerful, and there will probably be a beam saber in the future. Overdrive is the same as in the animation, and is a passive skill. It instantly improves its own strength and has a very amazing explosive power. It seems that it will be a character card in the future...]
Chapter completed!