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In Southwell, a "warrior" who is good at fighting with weapons and martial arts does not necessarily use all kinds of elemental magic, which is mostly embodied in long-range attacks, and in the same way, why can't a boxer not kick out when his fist path is blocked?

It's too simple to say, but it's not incomprehensible that Richie ignores this because of his "stereotypes" and dismissive attitudes in the electric battle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anyway, the result of ignoring it was nothing more than the assassin being buried by the wind, which also exerted his power, and the kick of the body's enhanced magic almost kicked in front of the god of death, which was not a matter of concern to Richie at all.

"Hah!"

On the side of the funeral wind, the expression after the first blow became more solemn. In fact, he felt that his attack had been on an iron plate - even if it was an iron plate, it should have been kicked through and shattered, but it should not have caused much actual damage to the enemy. Since he was not aware of the existence of a magic shield or the like, and because he did have a "touch" that actually hit, the boxer speculated that the opponent must have cast a defense-type body enhancement magic in an instant, or he may have activated the "magic vein" in this regard.

Since this is the case, it is even more impossible to relax and keep his hand, after all, the other party is a "monster" who can "change his personality" in an instant, a "strong enemy" who can cut off one of his arms at the first shot. After drinking for the second time, this time the funeral wind finally had room to exert the power of his fist.

Bringing the body strengthening magic to the extreme, the funeral wind that was already triple strengthened in an instant had the sound of wind and thunder this time, and the power was strong enough to open the monument and the broken stone was still more than enough, and the human body could not withstand it even after what kind of training.

- It's coming!

This time, instinct worked better than tactics. Because he was hit in the lower abdomen and "had to" bend down, thus losing the opponent's vision, Richie could no longer use a dagger as a light weapon to block the opponent's fist, he judged that if he didn't use "that move", then the opponent's second blow would be his own, in this case, why not have a happy "end together"? Thinking like this, he did take action.

"Huh!"

The murder weapon that broke through the air came first, which shows that Richie's attack speed is still at least a notch faster than Funeral Wind, even if the other party has strengthened it. The dagger swung at a strange angle slashed a long red mark across Funeral Wind's chest, but it could only penetrate the flesh for three thirds.

Because the fist of the funeral wind has arrived.

"Boom!"

With a dull sound, a solid punch slammed into Richie's face mercilessly, twisting his entire body to the side in an instant, so that the dagger's attack could not go deeper, and with a few clicks, his feet were still broken by the two calves of the assassin who were "frozen", and there was no suspense at all.

This blow also hit, and these two actual hits were enough to kill an ordinary person twice, even if they had strengthened their bone hardness, skin resistance, or physical recovery with their magical veins.

After all, the other party has no armor on his body, let alone a magic shield or anything like that to protect him, and in this situation, even if the other party is a "son of a god", the funeral wind is confident enough to beat him to serious injury.

But why? The throbbing in my heart did not stop because of these two attacks, was it because of the pain of the wound? Maybe it wasn't like that, but there was definitely something unusual about the young man in front of me.

So, you can't stop, you can't stop, you have to keep attacking until your body is completely out of strength!

"Haa!!a

Along with the rather hysterical roar, there was a wail of flesh and bone all over Richie's body, and the deep breath of the funeral wind completely ignored the dizziness and weakness caused by blood loss under the strong will and the blessing magic that Pickup quietly used the third ring to cast, and the left arm, which was usually the same training as the right arm, swung dozens of times in a matter of seconds, and the magically strengthened fist hit almost every corner of the boy's body, beating his body into blood and bones sink.

It's not enough!

However, the rainstorm of punches thrown with one arm as if to vent a grudge still did not let the funeral wind calm down, it is better to say that every time he throws a punch, the uneasiness and inexplicable panic in his heart become deeper and deeper, and he understands that he only has the strength of the last punch left, and the boxer decides to leave all the chaotic thoughts behind and put everything on this punch.

"Bang!"

Unlike the sound that a fist can make, the strongest punch that Funeral Wind can make in its current state is surprisingly fast, and even heavier and terrifying. The moment it hit, just in time for the ring's magic to lose its effectiveness, the heavy punch that slammed into Richie's chest sent the body that was not tall or short, and was just right for his age, almost twisted and overlapped up and down into a "one" at one moment, and the next second it flew out like a rag.

――Are you dead?

The sudden rise of doubt in his mind meant that Funeral Wind was still unsure of the effectiveness of the series of attacks he had just made, and there was always a faint and lingering sense of strangeness - rather a "sense of disgust" haunting him.

"It should be, it's over, right?"

Witnessing the recovery of almost all of the fists dyed red, the boxer, who finally let go of some worries, spat out words with a little less doubt, and-

"yes, you're going to finish. ”

A cold and playful voice came from behind him, and in an instant, the restless blood in Fu Feng's body "froze".

It was the voice of Richie, who should have been knocked off by him.

"Funeral wind!

The strange sound of "bell-crackling" almost came into the ears of the funeral wind along with the warning that the pickup truck was no longer stammering, and the man who felt no less urgency than when facing the "sword-wielding shadow demon" at that time rushed forward as quickly as he could and turned around, but he saw the figure of the "Grim Reaper" at the moment of turning.

"Goodbye. ”

The body that had been beaten by the continuous blows of the Funeral Wind and blasted away by its final powerful blow landed at this time, but the moment it landed, it was about to dissipate into pitch-black smoke, which seemed to be just a fantasy.

The real Richie had already appeared behind Funeral Wind at some point, the chain mail on his body had been shattered, the corners of the assassin's mouth were terrifyingly smiling with blood red and bruises all over his chest, and the dagger in his hand had pierced through the magic shield created by the pickup ring, which had once resisted the powerful attack of the Shadow Demon of the Abbot's shield, and suddenly demanded his life.

"Poof!"

Then it exploded bright red.