Chapter 1667: War and Peace, Part 205 - Unified Martial Arts Games WW4, Ven Vs Temple Knight Aristotle ⑤ -
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As Rhine put it, it was Aristotle who was slowly moving slowly. Aristotle had already become sweaty, compared to Venn, who knows little in the long run, but is hardly sweaty.
"(This guy... how strong is he?)"
"What's the matter, though it seems to be slowing down?
They are connected by leather strings, so naturally they drain each other's health with those pulls. But it was Aristotle who was more worn out. Aristotle's outlook came off even though he set himself up.
"No, because I didn't imagine you were working out this far. Where in the thin body of that line is your strength?
"The lines are thin, but I've never missed a day of practice."
When Venn pulled the leather string, Aristotle relaxed before losing his balance. And Aristotle, who shows up and comes forward all at once. I just thought I'd chosen how to fight in time, Venn, but Aristotle came to crack Venn's last balloon.
Aristotle, who at once flesh-compelled and held the remaining Ven's right arm. At the same time he threw a resinous sphere and cracked the balloon on Venn's back with a bounce. Now Venn has no balloons left, and he loses by the count.
And Venn's movements were sealed by Aristotle. Aristotle placed his left leg behind Venn's right leg so that he could not distance himself. Aristotle smiles refreshingly and whispers softly to Venn.
"Now, can you hit the reverse hand from here?
"No, I was waiting for this"
Between Aristotle and Venn there was not a single fist. There Venn creates a gap for one fist just by spinning his hips.
Not long after Aristotle thought it was a bad idea, Venn's fist was plunging into Aristotle's flank.
"Ugh..."
A heavier blow than you'd think you'd let go of in time. I was so shocked that I wondered if I had even been struck by a pile in my belly. But Aristotle can't be shy and frightened. I knew retreating would put me at a disadvantage, so I try to get further forward and crush the time.
In response to that movement, Venn's wooden sword pattern implanted mercilessly in the dovetail. The blow, which was also unleashed using Aristotle's momentum, was shocking enough to push all the air out of Aristotle's lungs.
"Your Lordship believed it would come."
Venn's wooden sword was poked at Aristotle's throat, which had just collapsed. Waiting for time to pass like this doesn't change Aristotle's victory, but if you're a warrior, no one knows what it means to be able to stick a sword down your throat. It is a unified martial arts tournament with a large audience.
Aristotle looked stuffy, but declared defeat as soon as he was ready to breathe.
"I'm here. I still couldn't win."
"It won't be. If the sickle were a sharp weapon, I'm pretty sure it would have been more of a struggle. It was a piece of paper"
"It may be another different outcome in action, but it's something I don't want to do with you in action"
"Yeah, that's for each other"
When they shook hands, they left refreshingly to fight each other well. Miranda crushed unhappy as she watched how it went.
"... Aristotle, you lost on purpose."
"Really?
"I don't know for sure, but I'm not going to win. I gave it some boost, and lost. Well, Arnelia officials will whitewash it if they win too much, and the audience won't be convinced by dirty means. If we're going to win in the first place, we're going to let you in."
"But I'm not sure I can win either."
"If you do it normally, yes. Still trying to feed into the top four, though?
To Miranda's words, Alberto silenced. But Miranda laughed and concentrated on the next game.
"Well, humility is fine. But stay focused on today's game, okay? The real thing is, at night, we have to gather the kind of power that we can use to capture big things."
"Yes, of course."
When Alberto replied briefly, he watched the game from Miranda's side with an alert look, as usual.
Continued
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As Rhine put it, it was Aristotle who was slowly moving slowly. Aristotle had already become sweaty, compared to Venn, who knows little in the long run, but is hardly sweaty.
"(This guy... how strong is he?)"
"What's the matter, though it seems to be slowing down?
They are connected by leather strings, so naturally they drain each other's health with those pulls. But it was Aristotle who was more worn out. Aristotle's outlook came off even though he set himself up.
"No, because I didn't imagine you were working out this far. Where in the thin body of that line is your strength?
"The lines are thin, but I've never missed a day of practice."
When Venn pulled the leather string, Aristotle relaxed before losing his balance. And Aristotle, who shows up and comes forward all at once. I just thought I'd chosen how to fight in time, Venn, but Aristotle came to crack Venn's last balloon.
Aristotle, who at once flesh-compelled and held the remaining Ven's right arm. At the same time he threw a resinous sphere and cracked the balloon on Venn's back with a bounce. Now Venn has no balloons left, and he loses by the count.
And Venn's movements were sealed by Aristotle. Aristotle placed his left leg behind Venn's right leg so that he could not distance himself. Aristotle smiles refreshingly and whispers softly to Venn.
"Now, can you hit the reverse hand from here?
"No, I was waiting for this"
Between Aristotle and Venn there was not a single fist. There Venn creates a gap for one fist just by spinning his hips.
Not long after Aristotle thought it was a bad idea, Venn's fist was plunging into Aristotle's flank.
"Ugh..."
A heavier blow than you'd think you'd let go of in time. I was so shocked that I wondered if I had even been struck by a pile in my belly. But Aristotle can't be shy and frightened. I knew retreating would put me at a disadvantage, so I try to get further forward and crush the time.
In response to that movement, Venn's wooden sword pattern implanted mercilessly in the dovetail. The blow, which was also unleashed using Aristotle's momentum, was shocking enough to push all the air out of Aristotle's lungs.
"Your Lordship believed it would come."
Venn's wooden sword was poked at Aristotle's throat, which had just collapsed. Waiting for time to pass like this doesn't change Aristotle's victory, but if you're a warrior, no one knows what it means to be able to stick a sword down your throat. It is a unified martial arts tournament with a large audience.
Aristotle looked stuffy, but declared defeat as soon as he was ready to breathe.
"I'm here. I still couldn't win."
"It won't be. If the sickle were a sharp weapon, I'm pretty sure it would have been more of a struggle. It was a piece of paper"
"It may be another different outcome in action, but it's something I don't want to do with you in action"
"Yeah, that's for each other"
When they shook hands, they left refreshingly to fight each other well. Miranda crushed unhappy as she watched how it went.
"... Aristotle, you lost on purpose."
"Really?
"I don't know for sure, but I'm not going to win. I gave it some boost, and lost. Well, Arnelia officials will whitewash it if they win too much, and the audience won't be convinced by dirty means. If we're going to win in the first place, we're going to let you in."
"But I'm not sure I can win either."
"If you do it normally, yes. Still trying to feed into the top four, though?
To Miranda's words, Alberto silenced. But Miranda laughed and concentrated on the next game.
"Well, humility is fine. But stay focused on today's game, okay? The real thing is, at night, we have to gather the kind of power that we can use to capture big things."
"Yes, of course."
When Alberto replied briefly, he watched the game from Miranda's side with an alert look, as usual.
Continued
As Rhine put it, it was Aristotle who was slowly moving slowly. Aristotle had already become sweaty, compared to Venn, who knows little in the long run, but is hardly sweaty."This guy... how strong is he?""What's the matter, though it seems to be slowing down? They are connected by leather strings, so naturally they drain each other's health with those pulls. But it was Aristotle who was more worn out. Aristotle's outlook came off even though he set himself up."No, because I didn't imagine you were working out this far. Where in the thin body of that line is your strength? "The lines are thin, but I've never missed a day of practice."When Venn pulled the leather string, Aristotle relaxed before losing his balance. And Aristotle, who shows up and comes forward all at once. I just thought I'd chosen how to fight in time, Venn, but Aristotle came to crack Venn's last balloon.Aristotle, who at once flesh-compelled and held the remaining Ven's right arm. At the same time he threw a resinous sphere and cracked the balloon on Venn's back with a bounce. Now Venn has no balloons left, and he loses by the count.And Venn's movements were sealed by Aristotle. Aristotle placed his left leg behind Venn's right leg so that he could not distance himself. Aristotle smiles refreshingly and whispers softly to Venn."Now, can you hit the reverse hand from here? "No, I was waiting for this"Between Aristotle and Venn there was not a single fist. There Venn creates a gap for one fist just by spinning his hips.Not long after Aristotle thought it was a bad idea, Venn's fist was plunging into Aristotle's flank."Ugh..."A heavier blow than you'd think you'd let go of in time. I was so shocked that I wondered if I had even been struck by a pile in my belly. But Aristotle can't be shy and frightened. I knew retreating would put me at a disadvantage, so I try to get further forward and crush the time.In response to that movement, Venn's wooden sword pattern implanted mercilessly in the dovetail. The blow, which was also unleashed using Aristotle's momentum, was shocking enough to push all the air out of Aristotle's lungs."Your Lordship believed it would come."Venn's wooden sword was poked at Aristotle's throat, which had just collapsed. Waiting for time to pass like this doesn't change Aristotle's victory, but if you're a warrior, no one knows what it means to be able to stick a sword down your throat. It is a unified martial arts tournament with a large audience.Aristotle looked stuffy, but declared defeat as soon as he was ready to breathe."I'm here. I still couldn't win.""It won't be. If the sickle were a sharp weapon, I'm pretty sure it would have been more of a struggle. It was a piece of paper""It may be another different outcome in action, but it's something I don't want to do with you in action""Yeah, that's for each other"When they shook hands, they left refreshingly to fight each other well. Miranda crushed unhappy as she watched how it went."... Aristotle, you lost on purpose.""Really? "I don't know for sure, but I'm not going to win. I gave it some boost, and lost. Well, Arnelia officials will whitewash it if they win too much, and the audience won't be convinced by dirty means. If we're going to win in the first place, we're going to let you in.""But I'm not sure I can win either.""If you do it normally, yes. Still trying to feed into the top four, though? To Miranda's words, Alberto silenced. But Miranda laughed and concentrated on the next game."Well, humility is fine. But stay focused on today's game, okay? The real thing is, at night, we have to gather the kind of power that we can use to capture big things.""Yes, of course."When Alberto replied briefly, he watched the game from Miranda's side with an alert look, as usual.Continued
