In the rain.

Kitahara Nanfeng stood in front of the Tibetan Fujiwara with a knife, looking at him quietly.

The blood on the blade began to slowly slide down under the erosion of the rain, flowing into the ground, mixed with the rain, regardless of each other.

Fujiwara Tibetan saw the blood on the knife.

It seems that I finally realized something.

Turn your head slowly.

Looking at his right arm.

Tragic wounds, white bones, bright red flesh and blood.

Tell him all the time.

Breaked.

Your own right arm.

It's really broken.

"How is it possible-"

A tragic roar.

Resounds throughout the courtyard.

Fujiwara Tibetan staggered, looking at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan, as if he was seeing an evil ghost eyeing him.

He waved his only left hand randomly, intending to stay away from the north and south wind. His messy steps stepped on the ground, and large patches of sewage splashed up, leaving stains on his pure white chakra.

"Time strangled!"

He roared sharply.

Expanded his authority again.

“It’s useless.”

The north Yuan Nanfeng waved the rain and blood from the blade.

It seemed like responding to him.

The body did not stop at all.

"What the hell did you do-!?"

The Tibetans of Fujiwara retreated step by step, and at the same time, they did not believe in evil, and began to activate their authority over and over again - time strangulation.

He could immediately crush the person in front of him.

But the situation suddenly changed.

He couldn't accept it.

Why!?

but.

No effect.

The north wind of Beiyuan was still approaching him step by step. Although the speed was not fast, it did not stop at all.

"Authorization."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and replied.

Fujiwara Tibetan eyes showed shock, and subconsciously wanted to roar and deny it.

but.

Before he could make a sound.

Bang.

Because of the rain, the heart-warming big hand squeezed his jaw.

He blocked all his disbelief, unwillingness and fear.

"Didn't you teach me that breaking through desperate situations can bring about the illusion of becoming stronger for a short time, but relying solely on luck and fearlessness, you will definitely not be able to defeat enemies far beyond yours? I have the experience to accept this."

Beiyuan Nanfeng held a knife in one hand and pinched his jaw with the other, with a smile on his face.

Then.

The arc flashed again.

The speed of sudden explosion.

A violent feeling of pushing back.

Fujiwara Tibetan hasn't reacted yet.

Just discovered.

The scenery is rapidly regressing.

Dong!

A huge muffled sound.

The spider-web-like cracks began to spread along the wall.

The entire hospital building seemed to be shaking.

Fujiwara Tibetan's back hit the concrete wall hard, leaving a deep depression, bounced up, fell on the muddy ground, revealing the ferocious steel bars that had been twisted and deformed under the concrete.

He lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The five internal organs churned and vomited a large mouthful of thick blood.

Nanfeng Beiyuan stood in front of him, shook his hand, and dispelled the electric arcs around him.

Then raise your feet.

One kick.

Step on the back of his head, slowly pressed his head down, and let him kiss the sewage on the ground.

"Can you tell me?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng stepped on his head, looking down at him, and said expressionlessly: "At the moment your head is cut off, can you hear the sound of blood gushing out of your neck? If so, that would be great, so that I can feel happiness before you die."

“Kisama——”

Fujiwara Tibetan tried his best to mobilize the spirit in his body and maintain his last dignity.

Don't let your face be buried completely in the sewage.

He supported the ground with his only remaining hands, relied on the spiritual reserves far better than Beiyuan Nanfeng, forcibly pushed Beiyuan Nanfeng's feet and raised his head.

"What authority is it??"

Beiyuan Nanfeng stepped on his head: "You guess."

“…”

Fujiwara Tibetan opened and closed her lips, staring at Kitahara Nanfeng's face, with a deep hatred.

"carve……"

"oh?"

Kitahara Nanfeng suddenly laughed. He bent down, grabbed Fujiwara Hiroshi's neck, and lifted him up: "Do you want to run?"

Fujiwara Tibetan grinned, ignoring her, and shouted directly: "Relieve."

His monument unfolds for the medium.

As he spoke.

Start to close.

Destruction starts resetting.

The sewage began to gather.

The leaves that turned into powder have recovered as before.

And the two people in the inscription.

As expected, I also began to repeat the previous movements and return to my original position.

"force majeure."

Fujiwara Tibetan gasped tiredly. Although the severe pain from his broken arm made his eyes dark and his ears kept ringing sharply, he still smiled happily.

Then.

Beiyuan Nanfeng also smiled happily.

In amazement.

The Tibetan Fujiwara seemed to notice something and tried to struggle.
To be continued...