"Bang bang—"

"Boom-"

"Qiang-"

Huge movements continue to come out of the martial arts arena, from the beginning to the present, but in just a few minutes, the martial arts arena has been destroyed.

The potholed ground, the rising icicles, the long gullies formed by the slashing, the frost that scattered, and the constant sound of steel resonating.

These are enough to prove how fierce the battle is.

"Whew-whew-really, are these martial artists only thinking with muscles?"

The minister, who had arrived late, took advantage of his status to separate a path from the soldiers, panting, and before he had time to see the battle situation, he put his hands on his knees and made a tired appearance.

He was indeed exhausted.

The main hall of the palace is not close to the martial arts arena, and he has to help take care of the little emperor, and he is worried about the battle between Estes and Altair, so he rushes over at full speed, which is really embarrassing for him.

After resting for a while, with the support of his subordinates, he sat on the chair and subconsciously looked at the girl on the side.

With long snow-white hair and a big tail, he curled up on the throne with his knees in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

That's right, little emperor, Akino Masa.

Before coming, the minister thought that if something happened, the identity of the little emperor could also play a role, and he even wanted to get Akino Ya over in a tricked way.

But who knows, that long-winded behavior completely angered the little girl, and she slapped her and almost broke the minister's neck.

"At the time······ I seem to see a marquee. ”

And after fanning the minister, Akino Ya didn't pick a place, and fell asleep on the throne.

In the end, there was really no way, so the minister asked someone to set up the throne and sent it over with the nest.

Although······

"I feel that if something really happens, Your Majesty will not be able to wake up."

The minister covered his red and swollen right cheek, and couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

How well-behaved the little emperor was in the past, looking at the current one, what kind of stimulation did he get into like this?

Shaking his head, he looked at the battlefield, and happened to see the two people in the battle quickly separate with a close blow.

No, not separately, it was one of them that was unilaterally ejected out!

This discovery made the minister suspicious.

It was not Estes who had the upper hand, nor was it evenly matched, but Estes was crushed unilaterally, and Altaïr swung his sword with one hand and walked leisurely through the frosty jungle.

"I didn't even use the Imperial Tool?!"

The minister rubbed his eyes as if he didn't believe it, and then his heart sank: "Still, I underestimate her too much." ”

No matter what people outside the arena think, the fighting in the arena continues.

Estes used almost all means, long-range attacks at a distance, physical combat at close range, various traps on the field, and large-scale full-field attacks.

These are all used.

However, even with all her might, Altaïr was only slashed with a single sword.

The gap is too big.

That is the strongest in the Empire, the strongest in the true sense of the word, the abyss that she will never be able to peep into.

So far, she has given up the fight for the strongest, and understands that it is impossible for her current self to defeat the other party, and it is meaningless to compete for the strongest.

The madness gradually turned into calmness, but the frenzy in his eyes did not dissipate a little.

What exactly has she been pursuing?

Sometimes, she asks herself the same questions.

The strongest?

Fight?

Subjugate?

Or is it the philosophy that runs through his father's teachings, where the strong survive and the weak die?

Then, she was confused.

The strongest, she is already being called the strongest. Fighting, she's been fighting, fighting until no one can fight her. Conquest, as a general, she has been conquering, conquering enemies, conquering races, conquering individuals.

- Asking for nothing.

Even on the way back from the expedition, she was too bored and began to consider whether to change her goal, such as falling in love or something.

But now, Estes's cognition has been completely subverted, and he finally understands and understands what he really wants.

"Live!"

That's right, a very simple wish, to live, to become stronger than anyone else, no one can threaten her, to become the strongest, and to live!

So, the first step is to surpass the person in front of you!

"Whether it's the dragon from before, or you, it's so interesting, it turns out that the world is so exciting, I haven't seen enough, I haven't learned enough, I can't stop. No, I can't stop anymore!! ”

"Click-"

The sound of ice was constantly rattling in her body, and she needed to get stronger, therefore, to learn.

Everything that an enemy stronger than herself has, is something she needs to learn.

Steps, eyes, breathing, movements, demeanor, slashing—

"Click-"

The frosty sword, on her elbows, behind her back, and her fingertips condensed, and Estes's body spun, slashing at the enemy in front of her.

"Woo-"

Unsurprisingly, these attacks were lightly picked by the opponent and all of them were shattered.

Estes immediately shifted his movements, flipped backwards with his waist force, and at the same time the ice blade condensed on the tip of his shoe, kicking and slashing at Altair.

Again, chopped to pieces.

Even, that sharp edge almost cut off her feet.

But instead of making her timid, she became more fanatical, looking at Altair's gaze full of longing, not like looking at a person, but more like reading a book of truth.

Without hesitation, wave your hand to create ice cubes to seal the opponent's retreat, and at the same time create an opportunity for yourself to retreat.

In the next moment, the frost condensed from the ground like the fangs of a beast, piercing Altair.

Altaïr stood on the tip of the frost fangs on tiptoe, rose into the air, reached a height of about fifty meters, and stomped lightly, the frost fangs shattered in response, and his entire body fell freely, stabbing towards Estes like a sharp sword.

"Got your chance!"

Estes grinned, having given up on the idea of killing the other party, but that didn't stop her from making a deadly move.

I have to admit that she can't do Altair's calmness, that slash, that body, that ethereal aura, are all things she can't imitate.

However, just because you can't imitate it doesn't mean you can't learn.

What the other party has, all are treasures worth learning from her.

At this moment, she just wants to force the other party to use more and stronger techniques to calm the strong emotions in her heart.

Fight, fight, fight!

"So intense, so dangerous, so thrilling, I am fascinated, if so, I would fight forever!"

With such a declaration, Estes raised his whole body strength, danced the long sword in his hand, and stabbed the sky.

At the same time, countless ice blades condensed, rising from the ground and falling from the sky, all kinds of tricky angles, almost all-round indiscriminate attacks.

The wild look on his face can't help but make people shudder.

But······

The gap is absolute.

"I'm bored, I'm tired of playing."