The battle of men is full of blood.

In the face of the former Zeus and Hera clans, and in the face of opponents as strong as the abyss, Ota never flinched at all.

Every time he failed, that defeat turned into a salary for his growth.

Now, the flame that comes from the bottom of my heart is burning.

Direct, violent, but with a gesture, there is a sense of beauty that cannot be ignored.

The adventurers who had been knocked to the ground, and the injuries that were not particularly serious, barely helped up the others, and they were all watching this unique battle.

Once the peak of Olali, and now the peak of Olalie, behind the two of them, they are burdened with their own times.

Someone clenched his fist.

- Otta, you must win.

Someone shouted.

- Come on, big brother of the charge.

Someone was shocked.

- Completely ignoring the injury, resisting magic with his body, how many hells this man has crossed.

Someone is thinking.

- Perhaps, this time we can win.

Alfeia lowered her eyes slightly, the distance between him and Ota was narrowing, and she couldn't completely suppress Ota with just a short chant of magic.

She nodded slightly.

Ota – this is indeed a name to be remembered by her.

That's the exact opposite type of her.

Her talent, her talent, has been the veritable first for thousands of years, and she even stubbornly thinks that if it weren't for the genetic disease, the family would not have been wiped out in the hands of the black dragon.

In battle, she can easily see through the enemy's battle pattern, learn other people's moves at a glance, and always fight back in the most appropriate way.

Horta, however, is different.

He doesn't have the so-called moves, and his every move is the accumulation of countless experiences, and they are all instincts born from desperate situations.

Unlike the intellectuals of Alfeia, Ota is a complete wild.

What exactly do you do in the face of a magical attack?

Ota himself didn't know it, but he was so rich in combat experience that his body moved before he could.

Alfeiya's talent is like the most subtle way to break the move, but the opponent is also an instinctive attack without any rules.

Can you crack this instinct yourself?

Alfia nodded inwardly.

- Yes!

If this can stop her, what else does she claim to be the most talented?

But it takes enough time.

Ota has crossed many desperate situations and accumulated combat experience and instinct, and can always dodge Alfeia's attack from the most suitable and low-effort angle.

But this experience can also be analyzed by Alfeiya.

Alfeia's heart is ...... Ten minutes or so.

Tear apart this unreasonable instinct and experience and turn it into the cornerstone of your own growth.

A woman who is cursed by talent, being good at magic does not mean that she is not talented in melee combat, and being good at calculation does not mean that she will not be able to use it in battle by instinct.

If such a limited talent, then what is there to brag about?

However, cracking takes time.

In the middle of a master's battle, does that give her ten minutes to analyze the enemy's data?

If she was in a perfect state, and the power of magic was a few points larger, Ota would not be able to defend at all, and she would not be in such a predicament.

Gradually, Ota approached Al Feya, and in front of the pigman's tall body, Al Feya's body looked so petite.

It's just—

"Horta." Alfeia pronounced the name: "...... Who allowed you to underestimate me? ”

Why waste time chanting for dialogue?

"Gospel." As usual, the magic struck, and Ota raised his hand to resist, and his body inevitably shook for a moment.

Correspondingly, it would take longer for Arfeia's next spell to be ready, and even a few syllables of ultra-short chanting magic could not match the speed of a warrior's attack at close range.

As long as he carried this spell, Alfeia was close at hand, Ota thought -

With a snap, Riveria, who was barely standing up, shrank back.

Arfeia took the sword she had snatched from Ace and slammed it on Horta.

It's not a thorn, it's not a cut, it's a shot.

Holding the sleeping Ace, Riveria was a little worried.

Turn your sword sideways and shoot Horta back.

…… Will this sword be crooked, and can it still be used?

If this ancestral sword is broken, Ace won't cry to her with tears in her eyes, right?

Instead, the frequency of Alfeia's magic decreased, and from time to time she even gave up her instinct in battle to spend time on chanting and just simple conversations.

"Your fangs almost touched me, but...... Is that all? "Alfiya is angry and doesn't pay for his life.

"From beginning to end, I didn't put down the sword in my hand, do you think it's decoration?"

"It wasn't you who was knocked unconscious by my knife back then? Think you can do it again? ”

"Melee strength belongs to melee strength, with your current limit, I really can't win in melee alone, but you don't think that your melee experience is above me, right?"

As Alfia said, this is not the story of a warrior bullying a magician after a melee fight.

This is the bone marrow of a warrior in melee combat, facing an enemy whose physical attributes are below him, but whose combat experience is several levels above him.

Alfeia - Even though she can't parse the weaknesses of Horta's combat mode for a while, her melee combat experience is several times higher than Horta's.

The empress of lv9, the heroes of lv8, the rest of the lv8 and the rest of the lv7 in the family - as partners who fight side by side, how can Alfeiya not have the combat experience of these people?

Experience, technique, power angle, timing, everything Alfeiya has mastered to the pinnacle of seconds.

With a few rounds of magic, forcing Ota to resist or dodge, Alfia took the opportunity to attack in close combat, each time attacking Ota at the most powerful position.

She said coldly, "Did you make a mistake?" ”

“…… You can win just by getting close, who gives you the illusion? ”

"Go and start all over again."

"Gospel."

After the magic was released, it got stuck in Otta's stiffness, and Alfia slammed his sword and knocked Ota away.

The pigman took a few steps back, but he was able to stabilize his body, and he was suddenly stunned.

On his right hand side was the great sword that he threw on the ground at the beginning for fear of slowing down the speed.

Alfeiya let out a long breath, hooked his hand, and said, "Come?" ”

He turned his head to the side again: "Or, join forces?" ”

Finn, who had just arrived, looked slightly bitter.

“…… I'd rather be a wheel war. ”

Alfeia, really strong and terrifying.

It's okay to sing and melee at the same time - can't you sing different spells at the same time?

Disease! Procrastination......

No!

Finn shook his head.

It's not wrong to procrastinate, but not here.

This is Olalie.

Doesn't Alfia have the willpower to hold on?

If she can't delay, she will be able to stare at the illness until she wins, or-

Inflicting enough damage on her own side made her unable to suppress the outburst of illness.

Finn took a deep breath: "Otta, let's join forces. ”