Shincon's One Coin Clear

Chapter 114

Episode 114. Dalian (4)

Quadduk.

At the start of the game, Ballack’s feet trampled the pitch.

The floor cracked and cracked.

Before the sun could reflexively twist its waist, the hammer-like fist had already reached the front of the sun’s chin.

Faaaaang!

-Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Hyunhye screamed.

If you saw it in third person, it would have looked like it had been hit properly.

But the reality was different.

I just turned my head in time for the fist to strike.

“bloke!”

Fighting is a very absurd confrontation.

This is because it is more important to be born than to grind and polish.

Things like rich strength weights.

In terms of game, it’s ability.

Range destructive power and blood pain.

A character with a range of 700 can hit a character with a range of 500 without getting hit.

A character with 100 destructive power gets hit 3 times by a character with 30 destructive power, and benefits from only one hit.

It is only when these things are aligned to a certain extent that the factor of skill exerts an influence.

The condition Chimeries presented was to allow the factor of skill to influence victory or defeat.

‘Is it really so?’

The sun shook its shoulders.

Balak took a step back, trying to discern the sun’s intentions with his keen eyes.

Fighting on the same physical level turns the sport into a turn-based game.

Balak was clearly aware of it and was moving.

In other words, the current physical performance of Balak is the same as the sun.

Taeyang stepped on the Transcendental Journey polished in King of Fist.

cooong.

A step as heavy as Ballack’s.

Taeyang’s right shoulder twitched slightly.

Instead, Balak clung closer to the sun.

The intention to counter the attack by shaking the hitting point.

At the same time, the knees and elbows are tense, waiting for the sun to move.

A high-level number fight that can only be seen in the King of Fist finals.

But the sun did not forget.

Balak has his skills sealed, but not the sun.

“I’ll admit I’m cowardly.”

The shaken shoulder is literally a trick.

Rough mana swirls around the leg that stepped on the advance.

What should I do though?

I should win

天牢轟步 (天牢轟步): Yun Taeyang-style arrangement.

Kwalung!

The new model of the sun took over Balak’s back in an instant.

and.

Wow!

Stadium towering like a pillar.

The model of the sun that bounced off landed on the wall of the stage.

Belial frowned and inflated her cheeks.

“If you do this, you won’t be able to see them fighting. Why did I risk being bothered and walk all the way to the sponsorship?”

Decavaria snorted.

“joy. You don’t want to show me how to fight.”

The sun hit the wall and fired again toward the arena.

Dantalian shrugged.

“You have to understand. Because it’s balak. No, before Balak, what kind of demon king would want to show me something like that?”

Decavaria made a puzzled expression.

“Aren’t you all watching?”

A red jewel embedded in the ceiling of the stage secretly illuminates the arena.

Dantalian was watching the game through the eyesight connected to the jewel.

“I don’t have much understanding. Shouldn’t Balak understand me as I understand Balak?”

“A pun.”

Belial grumbled and stretched with a soft gesture.

Having said that, she also had the means to watch.

At a distance from them, Cimmeries looked up at the stadium.

‘There is no debt with this.’

It’s a little disappointing that we can’t watch the fight scenes in real time, but that’s it.

The purpose has been achieved.

If Cimmeries’ help had worked, we would be able to watch Taeyang play more from upstairs.

all over again.

Cimmeries disappeared beyond the dimensional portal.

Dantalian, who narrowed his eyes, glanced at Cimmeries.

Even Dantalian, who was said to have clairvoyance, missed the variable called Cimmeries.

Maybe it was natural.

Dantalian was smart and meticulous, but he wasn’t an omnipotent demon king.

‘I never thought I’d feel a sense of debt in my heart for something like that.’

Dantalian wet his lips with his tongue.

this is the second time.

It’s already the second time I’ve been rejected by Taeyang.

This was certainly unusual for Dantalian.

cuckoo

Fists collided in the air, and the sun went out in the aftermath.

“It’s interesting.”

Balak laughed wildly and hit the broken arm with a groan.

In the meantime, the sun staggered and rose from its seat.

“It’s fucking sick.”

The sun’s left arm with the wrist turned 380 degrees and collided with Balak’s fist in that state.

It was a bizarre figure that you would see in a gore movie.

Taeyang’s pupils were momentarily turned upside down due to more than enough pain, but soon returned to their original position.

-Tae Taeyang. are you okay?

“no.”

I succeeded in not losing consciousness, but cold sweat trickled down my back and my legs trembled.

It literally wasn’t okay.

Taeyang grabbed his left hand with his right hand and turned it once again.

Wooded deuddeuk.

The shattered left hand temporarily returned to its original state.

Like Balak, the bones did not return to their original places, but were forcibly fixed through mana.

I could clearly feel the broken bone fragments violently pressing on my nerves.

The sun bit my lip and drew blood.

He chewed so hard that a thick stream of blood ran down the sun’s chin.

Taeyang tried to use the pain control skill, blood energization (血气沖天) attached to the katana that ate blood, but soon gave up.

It was because I was afraid of the snowball that my slightly dulled senses would bring.

‘Damn it, the fierce battle continues, so I can’t get it and use it.’

Balak smiled contentedly at the sight.

“Finally, it’s an expression worth seeing. buggy.”

The sun didn’t answer.

Instead of answering, I calculated.

The hand he had left and the hand Balak showed him.

And the cards that must have been hidden.

“Hyeon-hye, it’s time.”

-Three minutes have passed.

2 minutes left.

It’s short, but it feels damn long to Taeyang, who opposes the demon king.

‘The plates are all set.’

[Storm Bringer: Summon Storm (暴風召喚)]

[Arasil, the lord of the storm spirit, strikes the body of player Yoon Taeyang. (Duration: 60 seconds)]

Whoo!

“Are you writing now? You are very late.”

great mechanism.

And Stormbringer.

These are skills that Balak, who watched Taeyang clear the previous two stages in real time, could not be unaware of.

The mana of the wind assisted the movement of the sun.

The sun shot out at a much faster tempo.

Whoa!

At the same time, Balak’s huge dust clouded his vision.

“It’s nonsense.”

Quung!

With his delicate mana control, Balak created a gravitation force that only affects the grains of soil. As

the dust settled in an instant, the figure of the sun rushing forward with his hands on his waist was revealed.

‘It’s obvious.’

light saber.

And fast forward to the great mechanism.

It is the last move that anyone who knows the sun can predict.

The maximum speed of fast-forward that Taeyang showed is 12 times.

Balak swirled mana into his bloodstream and forcibly raised his physical abilities.

It was an act that would have been too much for a normal living creature, but Balak is putting a limit on it anyway to fight against Yoon Taeyang.

This much was not too much for the body of the demon king who had lifted the limit.

Balak held out his fist.

A speed equivalent to 12 times the acceleration of the sun.

And the sun didn’t use fast forward.

Anelka-style human mutilation.

An honest sword cut from top to bottom.

Balak defined his impression of him in one word.

“A foolish choice.”

puck.

Balak’s fist pierced the sun’s abdomen.

Even then, there was still a lot of time left.

Balak’s fist shattered his ribs, shattered his knee, and even touched his right wrist, which was still intact.

Kwajik Wood Deuk Peruk.

Only then did Balak’s eyebrows twitch.

His stomach was pierced, his ribs were shattered, one knee was shattered and his right wrist was snapped.

The eyes were still alive.

As for his posture, he didn’t shake even an inch, just like he had from the beginning.

sereung.

The most neat trail of the sword was aimed at the top of Balak’s head.

The milky-white monomolecular cutter tumbled menacingly.

‘how?’

There was no time to unravel the questions in my head.

Balak’s body, adjusted to Yoon Taeyang’s level, could not block the sword that had already hit him.

Quadduk.

The milky-white blade pierced Balak’s flesh.