His chest was sunken, and only one of his previously intact arms was clinging to his shoulders with only flesh, and between breaths, the fragments of internal organs and scarlet blood spat out of his mouth.

This is no longer a scene that can be described by the word "embarrassment", struggling on the verge of death, even if it is not harmed, it will die naturally, this is the dying Cúchulainn.

He's survived nine moves, risking his life to show what he's learned all his life, and even if he has fought so far, he still can't match Ivor's strength.

If nothing happens, his life will be completely dead under Ivor's tenth and final move.

After all, he had now lost any strength he could use to resist, and just maintaining a standing position had consumed all his strength.

At the end of the strong crossbow, the oil runs out and the lamp withers, nothing more than that.

Skaha closed his eyes and recuperated, seemingly completely unconcerned about the life and death of the disciple he had cultivated with all his heart.

In other words, it's not that she doesn't care, she is not indifferent to the fact that her disciple is about to die, it's just that this is what happened.

Rather than permanently confine the untested Cuchulainn to the cosy land of the Isle of Skye, it is better to watch him die like a warrior in the trials.

Even if Cú Chulainn was left to his own choice, the final result would still be the same, after all, Cú Chulainn was never a coward who blindly avoided it.

I don't know when Ushaha has left alone and silently, and she is afraid to see her lover die in front of her, so she chooses to escape for a while.

The sound of bellows-like breathing sounded so tiresome that even in this desperate situation, Cú Chulainn did not give up, and he kept a slightly vague mind ready for the final blow.

"The spirit of a strong man should be superior to the body."

"A strong will can burst out with power beyond your imagination."

"Life and death should never be a fence to limit a strong man."

The words that a certain bastard boss once said rang in Cúchulainn's ears again, and there was no end to it......

A sly light flickered in the scarlet eyes, and Cú Chulainn drew an arc at the corners of his mouth with his torn face visible of white bones.

Maybe that's the case......

The killing intent on the tip of Ivor's spear never dissipated, and she admired Cúchulainn in her heart, and in just three years, she went from not being able to take a random move to a strong man who could support nine moves with all her might.

In the past three years, the other party's efforts, even if she has not seen it with her own eyes, can imagine the hardships involved.

"Hey! Brat! Then it's my last resort, if I can't hold it, I can't hold it, I won't show mercy. ”

Ivor genuinely admired Cú Chulainn's hard work, but she had to be clear about the situation, since it was a trial in which a warrior risked her life to voluntarily participate, she naturally had no reason to be waterproof, otherwise it would be an insult to a warrior's noble character.

On his chest, a chill crept in the pale world, Ivor's gun had arrived, and Cúchulainn knew whether he was alive or dead.

The tip of the spear didn't pierce Cúchulainn's chest, and when Ivor looked into the lifeless eyes, her attack was withdrawn, and insulting the corpse of a respectable opponent was not the work of a true warrior.

Bypassing Cúchulainn's corpse, Ivor made a beeline for Skaha, where the real battle between her and her sister would follow.

"I ...... Win...... ......"

The staccato speech sounded so weak, but it was indeed the voice of Cúchulainn.

Ivor's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a nameless fire rose from the bottom of her heart, and she felt that she had been greatly deceived, and the hand holding the spear trembled involuntarily.

She turned, and there was no doubt that Her Majesty, who had been deceived, needed to vent the anger in her heart with the life of a fraudster.

"Boom!"

Mars burst out but scattered in the air.

Ivor, who had fought with his sister Skaha unguarded, took a few steps back in succession.

"You! Want! As! What! ”

Ivor knew in his heart that Cúchulainn had indeed taken ten moves from her, and although the last move was to be taken by insidious bluff, the other party had won after all.

That's exactly what the truth says, and Ivor is naturally very clear.

But will Ivor be a reasonable person?

Although it has been tempered for decades, Ivor is the tyrannical queen who was just hit and killed in anger at the beginning.

Skaha didn't respond to her sister, she knew that it was pointless to reason with her, she knew her sister's arrogance and cruelty best, and that the only person who could restrain Ivor at such times was her husband.

Carrying the disciple's shoulder, the rune that had been prepared for a long time was activated, and a huge amount of vitality poured into Cu Chulainn's broken body, and Cu Chulainn, who was originally struggling to survive, suddenly became alive.

But before Cú Chulainn could get happy, he felt a tremendous force come from his shoulder, and then the whole person was thrown out like garbage.

Ignoring his body, which was almost falling apart by the master, Cú Chulainn burst out as fast as he could, away from the battlefield.

Feeling apprehensive, Ivor who had already been put together with his master, Cú Chulainn sat down weakly on the soft grass.

Skaha was superior to Ivor, but she didn't want to hurt her sister...... Well, simply not wanting to hurt his sister in a physical way.

Faced with the eruption of Ivor, Skaha was a little restrained for a moment.

Ignoring Skaha's presence, Ivor was so focused on Cúchulainn that she even gave up her defenses and ignored her sister's blockade.

Skaha had a headache, Ivor was really uncomfortable with his desperate play, and her stupid disciple was still sitting on the grass watching the play with interest.

"Whew!!"

Suddenly, there was a behemoth, uprooting mountains and trees, and covering a leprosy ......

Ahem, well, the battlefield that Skaha and Ivor chose was the plains, and there were no trees or mountains.

Either way, the fierce fighting came to an end.

It was a hundred-meter-tall behemoth, ignoring the huge body, the black and shiny hair made people want to go up and stroke it a few times.

But when people look at the green wolf eyes among the clouds and the sharp teeth of the cold forest, all thoughts of wanting to get close will disappear in an instant.

This is none other than Fenrir, the Norse wolf that devours everything.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha ......"

The puppy-like sound of a puppy's breath completely destroyed the image of the world-destroying demon wolf that was still majestic at the last moment.

"Big ...... Sister-in-law, the boss has something important to tell you. ”

The giant wolf, which was 100 meters long, shrank to the size of an elephant, and the scene was so shocking that the next Cúchulainn was already stunned.