In a rehabilitation gym for patients in a hospital.

Ichiro Hinishi held his personal information terminal in his hand, and on top of the holographic projection was a table about Li Falcon's physical condition.

Ichiro Hinishi has forgotten to add new data to this table...... As for the reason?

An hour, right? A whole hour, right? Hinishi Ichiro's brain was completely stiffened.

Li Falcon in front of him was running on a treadmill, striding forward, and his speed had never slowed down!

If it's only ten minutes, it's nothing, the problem is that Li Falcon has been running continuously for more than an hour now...

How many kilometers have you run? Ichiro Hinishi had forgotten to look at the records on the personal information terminal, and he was completely frightened.

The world record for a 1,000-mile run is about 2 minutes and 5 seconds, set by a Briton in 2037.

Now don't say a thousand meters, Li Falcon has been running for so long and has never stopped!

Even the breath is very even, giving people a feeling of ease, except for a little fine sweat on the forehead.

"Just... That's it, Li Jun. Hinishi Ichiro had waited for Li Falcon for more than an hour with the curiosity of how long this King Arthur could run, but Hinishi Ichiro was afraid that if he continued, he would really die......

“……”

Li Hayabusa stretched out his hand to close the treadmill, walked down from it, took the towel handed by Ichiro Hinishi, put his hand into his chest, and threw a silver-white sticker-like item to Ichiro Hinishi.

As the sticker was torn off, the data on Ichiro Ninishi's personal information terminal about Li Hayabusa's body also stopped being recorded.

"Li Jun, it seems that King Arthur's heart has brought you the power that is no different from Superman." Ichiro Hinishi looked down at Li Falcon's series of physical data, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

According to the analysis of the personal information terminal, Li Falcon's body is now completely inhuman.

"It's not enough." Li Falcon stretched out his arm, and the exercise just now made Li Falcon gradually find the feeling that had been lost for a long time.

Although his body has become stronger, his arms are still pale and slender, and his appearance is the same...... The body has always given people a feeling of weakness, but it is estimated that no one can imagine how terrifying the power contained in such a slender body is.

"Also... Inadequate? "Hinishi Ichiro can conclude that with Li Falcon's physical strength, if he goes to join the army of the New Chinese Federation, he will definitely be scrambled to accept him.

You know, even if the soldier wears the exoskeleton armor, I'm afraid that the general generic model will really not be able to defeat Li Falcon.

"My king can't find the feeling he once had." With a slightly flirtatious voice, a silver-white light flashed, and Li Falcon subconsciously grabbed it in his hand and found that it was a bottle of sports drink.

And Ranmaroke, who was dressed in casual clothes, also walked out of the door of the gym.

Galahad wore that heavy knight's armor all day, and in this hospital, there were many old and sick patients, and it was not good to come out and scare them.

Gawain and Bedwell were still sleeping.

So the only one who can come to comfort Li Falcon is this knight.

Ranmaro's short fiery red hair is as conspicuous as his character, and his handsome face has a little playfulness.

"Li Jun, your friend?"

"My knight."

Li Falcon did not hide the identity of Ranma Lock, although Hinishi Ichiro is not from any world, but he has also been friends with the strongest king for a few years, and he knows more or less about which unknown world.

"How is my king, do you want to come back to the way you used to feel?" Ranmaroke was holding a wooden knife in his hand, and it should belong to the heavier solid wooden knife in the style: "The knife control in this world is too strict, and you have ordered us not to spend money indiscriminately, so we have no choice but to borrow this gadget from others." ”

Ranmalock threw the wooden knife into Li Falcon's hand, and Li Falcon put down the bottle of drink and looked at Ranmarok......

It was already obvious what he wanted to do.

"......," Li Falcon lifted the wooden knife and made a gesture to Ranmaroke.

Then the figures of both disappeared into the fitness market, leaving only Ichiro Hinishi with a confused face.

………………

In the Hell, everything in the fitness city was distorted, the colors of dusk covered the whole world, and the sky was still the dull scarlet.

Ranmaro's civilian clothes had been changed back to the black knight's armor, and Galahad had been waiting here for a long time.

But when he saw Ranmarok and Li Falcon standing face to face with their weapons......

"It's... This is nonsense! Lord Ranmarok... I** just recovered... You ......"

"Don't worry, Uncle Ben will release the water." Ranmarok did not replace the spear in his hand with other weapons because of his king, twisted his neck with the spear, and looked at Li Falcon who was standing in the distance: "In addition to following him, Uncle Ben's resurrection has another purpose." ”

The silver and black spear played a beautiful trick in Ranmaroke's hand, and the pitch-black tip of the spear was aimed at Li Falcon.

"That's to fight my king again."

"But... Your present body, my king—" Galahad knew that it was absolutely useless to persuade Ranmaro.

"Didn't I say I'd release water?" Ranmarok was a little impatient, "Now I'm a demon, of course the power of demons is stronger than that of humans, but don't worry, Uncle Ben will suppress his strength to the same level as the king." ”

No matter how outstanding Li Falcon's physique is among humans... But in the face of these inhuman races that are beyond human beings, Li Falcon still has some powerlessness.

The dragon blood in the body can only see its power when it is released, and the current Li Falcon can probably only be called superhuman in front of humans.

"......"

"Don't dissuade you, Galahad, the sword is already in my hand."

Li Falcon held the hilt of this wooden knife with one hand, and began to adapt to this weapon, the feeling of being lost for a long time made Li Falcon a little trance, and the weight of this wooden knife in his hand was still not as heavy as his own holy sword.

But there is no way, now I can only pay attention to this wooden knife.

"Well... Be sure to stay safe. Galahad felt the fighting spirit emanating from the two of them, a little powerless.

"Are you ready? My king, it's better not to be killed by a single blow. ”

Ranmarok put his hand on the gun, his pupils gradually sharpened, and he looked at Li Falcon standing in the distance.

The strength in the body is starting to gather momentum...

This spear of holiness and ** coexists with red and black energy......

Ranmaroke used his magic powers, and he chose to go all out......

Water? Are you kidding! The battle with King Arthur, if you don't go all out, will lose badly!

When a scarlet lightning bolt broke through the dark clouds in the sky......

Both of them disappeared from Galahad's sight!

Touch!

The sound of wood and steel intertwined throughout the world.

Li Falcon clenched the wooden knife in both hands and collided with the tip of the spear that Lan Maloke had stabbed at him.

Li Falcon's speed and strength are on par with a guardian spirit!

In the moment of brief contact, Li Falcon directly slashed through Ranmarok's spear with the blade, breaking the stiffness, slightly sideways his head, and the tip of the spear slashed along Li Falcon's side, not missing a penny, and at the same time, Li Falcon's lethal wooden knife stabbed towards Ranmarok!

"Innocent!" The tip of Ranmalock's gun flicked, and he quickly retracted it and picked it up directly...

And then... And then there is.

The wooden knife in Li Falcon's hand had always been a practice toy, but it was cut off by a shot from Ranmaroke, and the corner of the wooden knife flew out and fell on the ground not far away.

And the blade of Ranmaroke's spear was pressed against Li Falcon's neck.

Li Falcon held the wooden knife with no blade on his face.

Who loses and who wins may seem clear to outsiders, but ......

Ranmarok's breathing turned out to be a little messy, and there was a white mark on the pitch-black armor on his shoulder.

It was cut by a wooden knife.

“……”

Ranmaroke withdrew his spear.

"There has been some improvement." Li Falcon gave an evaluation of Ranmarok's fight just now.

And this dark knight seems to have some helplessness.

"I say, 'My king, are you a machine?'

At this time, the dark knight used honorifics for Li Falcon's title, and he really had some heart palpitations just now......

“？”

"After such a long time, it seems that my king's swordsmanship has not regressed in the slightest..."Lan Ma Luo can be sure that if at that moment just now, Li Falcon was holding a sword that could really open the front and kill people, and it was his enemy......

It wasn't just a small mark on the knight's armor, but a scar on the shoulder, or neck, that would never be erased, or even death.

In the brief encounter just now, Ranmarok knew that King Arthur's swordsmanship had not regressed in the slightest......

Anyone who does something that has not been done in a long time, even if they were extremely skilled before, will feel a little rusty.

But after hundreds of years, even thousands of years, King Arthur's swordsmanship has never weakened or become unfamiliar.

The mechanical brain stores knowledge in it, and the brain without emotion sometimes has more pure intuition.

As long as it is a skill recorded by Li Falcon's soul, Li Falcon can remember it forever... There will be no regression.

This... Also King Arthur's horror!

"What do you say about victory?" Galahad watched from the sidelines, and when he saw Ranmaro's sore, he wanted to make up for it.

"Anyway, Uncle Ben won, right?"

Ranmarlock's skin was unexpectedly thick.

Li Falcon looked at the hilt of the knife in his hand, and finally nodded to Ranmarok.

Own knights won in this battle ...

If I had a proper sword... I guess the result would have been different. (To be continued.) )