While the shrine maiden was heading towards the hospital, the battle had already begun. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The challenger is the genius sorcerer of the English Puritan Church, Steele.

The receiver is an ordinary high school student in Gakuen City, Kamijo Danma.

The prologue to the battle between the two begins with Steele's advance.

When he discovers that there is a [Scattering Idlers] in the hospital, a sense of foreboding fills Steele's mind. Driven by this premonition, the magician unleashed his best flame sword. The flaming sword, which had a temperature of more than 3,000 degrees, could not inflict any damage on the mage. He lifted his feet and walked to the hospital room where he was in the middle of the line.

And at this moment, the last article when hemp just saw the time displayed on the electronic watch.

13：29。

“…… It's afternoon. Did I really sleep for two days, though? Kamijo Danma muttered to himself as he flattened his body on the bed, "However, the body should have fully recovered by now." ”

Kamijo Dangma tried to move his hands and found that he was completely free of pain. And he didn't have bandages or any other medical equipment on him.

"Should I say it's a hospital in the school city?,The level of medicine is still as terrible as ever.。 He sighed as he tried to get up from the bed.

Since he has been hospitalized many times, he still has some experience in simple rehabilitation training. Even if no one informs him, the teenager can make a simple judgment about his physical condition.

Kamijo Danma opened the white sliding door of his ward and walked slowly into the corridor of the hospital.

His pace is not fast, but that doesn't mean there's anything inconvenient about his body. It's just that because of Shangjo Dangma, I don't know that I have no injuries on my body.

But I guess it's nothing. Uejo Dangma, who walked out of the ward, thought so.

subsequently

A strong sense of disobedience drowned out Kamijo's perception.

Wrong! Something is wrong!

Looking at the white walls and the empty aisles, Kamijo Dangma's heart kept alerting. Cold sweat crept up his neck.

It was a strange feeling. It seemed like a normal situation, but his heart was constantly warning him.

The quiet hallway didn't look out of the ordinary in the slightest. There was no noise around the corner from the heavy footsteps of supernatural creatures. Everything seemed harmonious.

But it just doesn't feel right.

Very wrong.

White walls.

Clean hallway.

If anything, it's—

Person!

In the quiet hallway, there was no one.

When Kamijo Ma reacted to this, a sense of crisis that was stronger than a sense of disobedience suddenly enveloped his whole body.

Then, the boy felt a surge of enthusiasm.

There's something.

Someone is coming.

The only thing that Shangjo can do when hemp is to turn around as quickly as possible-

What appeared in front of his eyes was a sword of fire that unleashed light and heat.

"Boom-"

With the loud noise caused by the explosion, the neat and clean corridor was suddenly enveloped in black smoke.

In the center of the smoke, the heat slowly rises.

A moment later.

"Ha, is it over, it's really vulnerable."

After confirming that the teenager had not come out of the smoke center, Steele strolled out of the corner of the hallway. The sword of fire in his hand was gone. Obviously, it was the weapon he had just thrown.

Even if he doesn't look at the location of the attack, Steele knows the end.

There is no way that humanity can survive the flames of 3,000 degrees.

The boy must have died.

What's more, he didn't come out just now, as if it also proved it.

"I wanted to keep a living...... But forget it. ”

With such casual self-talk, the magician has no interest in the boy who has been attacked by him. He was about to turn around—

The smoke in front of Steele's eyes suddenly disappeared.

No, the term disappearing is not appropriate.

To be precise, it was because something was running out of it, so the smoke dispersed to the sides of his body.

Subsequently.

What appeared under Steele's stunned gaze was Kamijo Dangma's fist.

――――――――――――――――――――

The battle between Fang Tong and Liu Qing has entered a white-hot stage.

The power of the first place is terrifying to the extreme. Even if he had the power of the third order, once Liu Qing was touched by the first one, he would die instantly. So all he can do is keep distancing himself and looking for opportunities.

But countless ice walls were shattered by a blow from one side, and Liu Qing's idea also vanished.

And because of this, Liu Qing, who saw this picture, hesitated for a moment. A moment later, a passage had appeared in front of him.

Now dodging is possible.

Liu Qing made a judgment in an instant.

Even if the distance between the two is less than half a meter, even if the other party can attack him in less than 0.1 seconds, Liu Qing's speed is enough to avoid the opponent's attack. But even if this blow is avoided, the next blow will be immediately launched by one side of the pass. Even if he was able to dodge all the time, he would not be able to inflict fatal injuries on him. Even if low temperatures are created, it is impossible to freeze to death in an instant.

If you can't freeze to death instantly, the other party will immediately get out of the range of low temperatures.

Well, the conclusion is that it's useless to dodge.

Then don't hide.

Liu Qing thought in his heart.

At the same time, he raised his right palm.

Liu Qing's right palm has five fingers together, looking very straight.

It's like a sword that has been tempered for a thousand years.

Even if it is essentially a fleshy palm, its sharpness is enough to kill.

At this moment, the distance between Liu Qing and Fang Fang was less than thirty centimeters.

His palm was less than ten centimeters away from a passing fist.

What flashed in the eyes of one party was the confidence of victory.

What flashed in Liu Qing's eyes was a strange feeling mixed with apology and helplessness.

Subsequently, the collision of palms and fists unfolded as scheduled.

But the contact lasted only a moment. In the next moment, the two of them each took a few steps back.

Liu Qing stood opposite to one pass.

Liu Qing put his right hand behind his back.

One side passes with his right fist casually at his side.

Both stared at each other, but the atmosphere between them fell into an eerie silence.

No one spoke provocatively. Because there is no need.

Why is it not necessary?

Because the battle is over.

A hint of blush suddenly flashed on Liu Qing's face. He tried to cover his mouth with his left hand, but a mouthful of blood had already been spurted out.

The red blood fell to the ground, as if to show Liu Qing's defeat.

In fact, he was indeed seriously injured under the blow.

The right hand behind his back was half-useless and still trembling.

The mouthful of blood that he spat out just now was also caused by the ability of one side to pass.

However, one side knew that it had lost.

His punch was meant to kill. But now, it just made Liu Qing vomit a mouthful of blood.

Subsequently.

One side fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

On his right fist, there were several wounds deep enough to see the bones.

PS: I'm dizzy with codeword.