Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

"Hmph, Amres, do you think that under my personal supervision, Moran and Webb have the possibility of cheating? Or do you think that my Ermero Monarch is not as good as yours? "

"Nope! No! I didn't mean that! "

Kenneth's character is very aristocratic and arrogant.

However, he hates magicians who don't follow the rules even more.

Especially magicians who violate etiquette.

Fortunately, Amres is just a little short of eyesight, and he doesn't have to deal with a student.

Unless, it's the student who wants to fight him.

It's like Moran.

"Abominable! Damn it! It's all you guys! Just crush you all! That's no problem! "

Amres's brain gave up thinking.

He really couldn't figure out how Moran solved Kemia.

However, he could think of one thing clearly.

He must defeat Webb and Moran here, or he may lose all the honor of the past.

Even, the future of magicians.

"Webb, stay away."

"Huh?"

"That Amres guy is going to be on, and if it affects you, don't ask me for medical bills." I am poor. "

When Webb heard this, he immediately retreated and left the battlefield.

In this battle, he wanted to help but also had a strong heart and insufficient strength.

Exactly what Moran said.

"Give it to me! Get down! "

Amreth went on the offensive against Moran first.

The wind that rolls up with a fist is like a howl that tears the eardrum.

It roared at Moran one after another.

"Oh, play with you."

Moran was like playing among the flowers.

There was no choice to just tackle Kemia with one punch like that.

He seemed to turn into a butterfly dancing in the wind, and flashed the angry punches that Amres threw one after another.

There was also a deep crescent smile on his face.

Amres, in his opinion, was a mockery.

"Hide and hide! Are you a flying insect!? "

"Ah, then you can't even hit flying insects? Or do you expect me to catch your fist with my face like an idiot? "

"You give me death!"

Amres's teeth were so hard that they were about to clench.

If he couldn't scold in Kenneth's class, he probably wouldn't have to greet Moran's parents.

This bastard, so hateful!

Look at Amres, who is already so angry that he is about to explode.

Moran's side also gradually narrowed his smile.

He leaned back slightly and dodged Amres' flying knee impact.

"Got you!"

Amres showed a fierce smile.

He twisted his body as if to release all the resentment he had received, injected his right foot and stepped on it with the help of the magic power released.

The tip of his right cone pointed straight at Moran's chest.

"Moran-san!"

Seeing this, Camus's heart couldn't help but tighten.

She hoped that the miracle that Moran had just crushed Kemia would be revealed again this time.

The right leg was like a bullet coming out quickly.

Seeing that he is about to kick Moran.

However, Moran reached out and grabbed his ankles beforehand, stopping Amres's further attack.

It was as if he had anticipated this trick for a long time.

The combat experience of the two is not in the same dimension at all.

Click——!!

A crisp and piercing sound of broken bones.

Immediately afterwards, there was the loud sound of flesh smashing into the ground.

Amrez was grabbed by Moran and slammed his right foot into the ground.

At the same time, his ankle was crushed.

"Ugh.... Darn....! "

Amres could only land on tiptoe.

The mobility of the right foot was halved by Moran.

Not only did the attack fail, but it was also counterattacked.

"Oh, thanks for the compliment. This is an ancient Greek fighting technique taught to me by a verbose master, which has long been lost. One of the things he said that impressed me the most was that if you catch it, you must destroy it, and this is Pancrasin. "

Moran said with nostalgia for the intimate explanation.

Once that centaur sage tried to learn for himself, but he put a lot of hard work into training.

Thanks to him, he became a hero.

He is still using the martial arts he taught.

"This body is still a little rusty to use.... After that, I have to review all of Mr. Charon's lessons..."

Moran moved his muscles and said helplessly.

The physical body in his simulation has experienced hundreds of battles, and only the subconscious can make a master-level Pancrasin.

Now, for the first time, this body uses Pancrasin.

At most, there are only two successful powers that he originally used, and if he wants to reach the strength of the heroic period, he will probably have to retrain for several years.

In the eyes of the master, his movements are full of loopholes.

However, in the eyes of others, it is not.

"Pancrasin....?"

Kenneth muttered in confusion.

His attainment in self-defense is not high.

But Pancrasin can still know that this is a martial art that even the soldiers of Alexander the Great and Spartan's army once spent twenty-five years fully learning.

It has long been lost in modern times.

This martial art is only mentioned in books.

In ancient Greece, Pancrasin also had another meaning, that is, "all power".

From Moran's movements and techniques.

It is similar to that of a master who has reached the realm of Eji, and it is not clear how he inherited this ancient and mysterious school.

Although the definition of stronger the older is ambiguous.

However, magicians are accustomed to being in awe of ancient things.

How many surprises Moran was going to bring him.

"Mind you what Pancrasin! I'm going to slaughter you——! "

Amres's sanity was overwhelmed by anger.

He is an excellent student who was recognized by everyone at the beginning, and the other party is an inferior student who is recognized as garbage.

Now, why those people.

To look at yourself with such a pitiful gaze?

The anxiety to redeem the honor of the past, the annoyance of encountering unreasonable things. Amreth could feel that something was constantly being lost, but he could only be angry and could not take it back.

Another charge towards Moran.

But the result was still ridiculously cruel.

Although his magic circuit is much better than Moran, it is far inferior to Moran in quality.

Not to mention, Moran knows how to control precisely.

Only five magic circuits were enough for him to crush Amres.

"Goo! Ah——! "

Amrez was counterattacked by a windy offensive.

The unexpected unfolding struck one after another, and his conscious reaction was almost unable to keep up.

It's like a film with fragments and cuts.

The figure of Moran shaking his fists continuously in his eyes.

Like a waterfall, like a rainstorm, a raging wave that is pressing for rapid change.

Even suspecting that the heartbeat rate had changed abruptly halfway, Moran still held on to it and continued to attack.

He had already been beaten in this rain of punches and his head was bleeding.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a blue nose and a swollen face.

At this moment, Amrez found out.

Moran didn't even exert magic on his fists.

Magic is injected into the limbs only when moving, much like the sympathy that the steel giant exerts on kittens and puppies.

It's so humiliating that people want to crush their teeth again.

This cannot be called a battle.

Moran pressed Amres relentlessly.

Different experiences, different perspectives, different dimensions of existence.

Vulnerable, this is the so-called matchless!

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PS: Don't scold, don't scold, the author knows that he is wrong, he will finish the modern plot within today, he will not drag mud and water ..... Woo hoo..... (tears).

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The simulation will pick up soon.

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