Chapter 1699: War and Peace, Part 237 ~ Fist Vasquez vs Masked Fist (Archbishop) Elsa ① ~
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Renatica knelt there from fatigue and damage, but the opposing Vatruca is intact. The winner was Lunatica, but the look was the opposite.
Vatruca often observed and inquired seriously about Lunatica.
"You, what were you trying to do earlier?
"Huh?"
Let me cut my breath. He didn't get the question to Renatica's ear, not the other way around. Watching how it went, Vatorka laughed all the time.
"I see, is that an unconscious move? That's why I misjudged my qualities. I see, interesting."
"What are you saying?
"I often say, let's keep an eye on things."
Vatruca turned herself over and left the spot.
"Let's see how it goes a lot to make sure you're in shape. If being in the outside world is going to make an unexpected evolution - it's going to take time to figure it out."
"What do you mean?
"Until the warrior chief wakes up, I'm telling you to wait for him. The first step is to win this tournament as long as you can. We also have competitors at a glance at this tournament. How far you can go in this tournament - that will prove your qualities."
Vatorka laughed with pleasure and left. And Renatica fluttered, but left the arena on her own feet. However, it was not calm in its heart, and doubts and anxieties were swirling unchanged.
"(I won, what is this anxiety - something yet, is going to happen?
The anxiety may have been foreshadowed by Renatica's instincts of a series of upcoming disturbances.
That was how one featured match ended and one game was about to begin with the audience slightly scattered. Vasquez vs Elsa, a masked fist.
The game of Vasquez, originally a seed, was organized at this time because of Elsa's tabular work convenience and the fact that Vasquez was an athlete enough to get a seed, but the act and attitude were not complimented.
A mercenary named Vasquez was originally wanted as a criminal. The young man, who could not be reached as a one-country thug, was deposited one day by a wandering militant and became a skilled fist fighter. But Vasquez's sexual roots were not fixed, but rather he carried more madness and murder weaponry and became an untouchable thug.
What was even different from before was that Vasquez was not just rampaging, but rampaging with intent. He was repeatedly abusive on the other hand, wielding bad wisdom and citing his achievements as a mercenary as he contemplated his position.
Still, those who felt bitter consigned and arranged for Vasquez to be nominated, but Vasquez was solicited by fellow brave Zems to focus on his unfulfilled requests at the border. So he was a man who achieved merit and came at will, without ever getting a great deal of judgment so far combined with amnesty, etc.
Its sexuality is cruel and manifest, and it is a euphoric. There was no way that Vasquez could have kept his mouth shut after being treated as an affair like this one. The holding room where Vasquez was located was full of impenetrable killing, and competitors from other disciplines were trying to stay as far away from Vasquez as possible. As the game neared, Vasquez seemingly calmly flexed and flexed to get his breath ready.
From the edge, it's just a competitor's prep. Instead, it even seemed to carry things calmly, but if Vasquez's usual companions saw it, they would definitely have said this.
"You, you're going to be so ready to crush the rat."
and. And Vasquez left the holding room silently. Vasquez, who usually leaves with a light mouth, or a little more nagging, walked out slowly in silent and firm footsteps. The remaining competitors were relieved of tension and exhaling as if they were finally able to take a deep breath.
And over the arena, Vasquez confronts Elsa in a mask. Elsa was listening whispering to the word of the referee, but Vasquez looked strange and listened without being slight.
The Vasquez suddenly whispered.
Hey, you.
"Something."
"Woman, right? Let me see what you're up against."
Vasquez's tone was mild, but his eyes weren't laughing. Of course, I'm not going to show it to you because you asked me to, but Elsa politely said no.
"If you're going to show it, you haven't faced it from the beginning"
"What, you're such an ugly bitch (busike) that you can't show it?
"It may not be pretty, but I don't think it's ugly enough"
"Right."
Vasquez's hand moved and briefly snapped up Elsa's face. The venue deliberately gave the referee attention as well, but Vasquez has no ear to listen to.
"That's right, you didn't guess it in person, did you? More than that, you're not pretty. Be humble."
"... you did it. He said he was hiding the corner."
"'Cause it's okay. You won't have to worry about that any time soon."
"I can't see it second, it's so messed up. She's a beauty, so it would be worth breaking."
Elsa lost the color of her face to that word Vasquez proclaimed as she hoisted the corner of her mouth. Seriously Elsa doesn't know, but a man named Vasquez can do just about anything unreasonable and cruel depending on his mood. Elsa remembered fear for the first time in the battle of a human opponent before a man of ferocious nature he had never seen.
Continued
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Renatica knelt there from fatigue and damage, but the opposing Vatruca is intact. The winner was Lunatica, but the look was the opposite.
Vatruca often observed and inquired seriously about Lunatica.
"You, what were you trying to do earlier?
"Huh?"
Let me cut my breath. He didn't get the question to Renatica's ear, not the other way around. Watching how it went, Vatorka laughed all the time.
"I see, is that an unconscious move? That's why I misjudged my qualities. I see, interesting."
"What are you saying?
"I often say, let's keep an eye on things."
Vatruca turned herself over and left the spot.
"Let's see how it goes a lot to make sure you're in shape. If being in the outside world is going to make an unexpected evolution - it's going to take time to figure it out."
"What do you mean?
"Until the warrior chief wakes up, I'm telling you to wait for him. The first step is to win this tournament as long as you can. We also have competitors at a glance at this tournament. How far you can go in this tournament - that will prove your qualities."
Vatorka laughed with pleasure and left. And Renatica fluttered, but left the arena on her own feet. However, it was not calm in its heart, and doubts and anxieties were swirling unchanged.
"(I won, what is this anxiety - something yet, is going to happen?
The anxiety may have been foreshadowed by Renatica's instincts of a series of upcoming disturbances.
That was how one featured match ended and one game was about to begin with the audience slightly scattered. Vasquez vs Elsa, a masked fist.
The game of Vasquez, originally a seed, was organized at this time because of Elsa's tabular work convenience and the fact that Vasquez was an athlete enough to get a seed, but the act and attitude were not complimented.
A mercenary named Vasquez was originally wanted as a criminal. The young man, who could not be reached as a one-country thug, was deposited one day by a wandering militant and became a skilled fist fighter. But Vasquez's sexual roots were not fixed, but rather he carried more madness and murder weaponry and became an untouchable thug.
What was even different from before was that Vasquez was not just rampaging, but rampaging with intent. He was repeatedly abusive on the other hand, wielding bad wisdom and citing his achievements as a mercenary as he contemplated his position.
Still, those who felt bitter consigned and arranged for Vasquez to be nominated, but Vasquez was solicited by fellow brave Zems to focus on his unfulfilled requests at the border. So he was a man who achieved merit and came at will, without ever getting a great deal of judgment so far combined with amnesty, etc.
Its sexuality is cruel and manifest, and it is a euphoric. There was no way that Vasquez could have kept his mouth shut after being treated as an affair like this one. The holding room where Vasquez was located was full of impenetrable killing, and competitors from other disciplines were trying to stay as far away from Vasquez as possible. As the game neared, Vasquez seemingly calmly flexed and flexed to get his breath ready.
From the edge, it's just a competitor's prep. Instead, it even seemed to carry things calmly, but if Vasquez's usual companions saw it, they would definitely have said this.
"You, you're going to be so ready to crush the rat."
and. And Vasquez left the holding room silently. Vasquez, who usually leaves with a light mouth, or a little more nagging, walked out slowly in silent and firm footsteps. The remaining competitors were relieved of tension and exhaling as if they were finally able to take a deep breath.
And over the arena, Vasquez confronts Elsa in a mask. Elsa was listening whispering to the word of the referee, but Vasquez looked strange and listened without being slight.
The Vasquez suddenly whispered.
Hey, you.
"Something."
"Woman, right? Let me see what you're up against."
Vasquez's tone was mild, but his eyes weren't laughing. Of course, I'm not going to show it to you because you asked me to, but Elsa politely said no.
"If you're going to show it, you haven't faced it from the beginning"
"What, you're such an ugly bitch (busike) that you can't show it?
"It may not be pretty, but I don't think it's ugly enough"
"Right."
Vasquez's hand moved and briefly snapped up Elsa's face. The venue deliberately gave the referee attention as well, but Vasquez has no ear to listen to.
"That's right, you didn't guess it in person, did you? More than that, you're not pretty. Be humble."
"... you did it. He said he was hiding the corner."
"'Cause it's okay. You won't have to worry about that any time soon."
"I can't see it second, it's so messed up. She's a beauty, so it would be worth breaking."
Elsa lost the color of her face to that word Vasquez proclaimed as she hoisted the corner of her mouth. Seriously Elsa doesn't know, but a man named Vasquez can do just about anything unreasonable and cruel depending on his mood. Elsa remembered fear for the first time in the battle of a human opponent before a man of ferocious nature he had never seen.
Continued
Renatica knelt there from fatigue and damage, but the opposing Vatruca is intact. The winner was Lunatica, but the look was the opposite.Vatruca often observed and inquired seriously about Lunatica."You, what were you trying to do earlier? "Huh?"Let me cut my breath. He didn't get the question to Renatica's ear, not the other way around. Watching how it went, Vatorka laughed all the time."I see, is that an unconscious move? That's why I misjudged my qualities. I see, interesting.""What are you saying? "I often say, let's keep an eye on things."Vatruca turned herself over and left the spot."Let's see how it goes a lot to make sure you're in shape. If being in the outside world is going to make an unexpected evolution - it's going to take time to figure it out.""What do you mean? "Until the warrior chief wakes up, I'm telling you to wait for him. The first step is to win this tournament as long as you can. We also have competitors at a glance at this tournament. How far you can go in this tournament - that will prove your qualities."Vatorka laughed with pleasure and left. And Renatica fluttered, but left the arena on her own feet. However, it was not calm in its heart, and doubts and anxieties were swirling unchanged."I won, what is this anxiety - something yet, is going to happen? The anxiety may have been foreshadowed by Renatica's instincts of a series of upcoming disturbances.That was how one featured match ended and one game was about to begin with the audience slightly scattered. Vasquez vs Elsa, a masked fist.The game of Vasquez, originally a seed, was organized at this time because of Elsa's tabular work convenience and the fact that Vasquez was an athlete enough to get a seed, but the act and attitude were not complimented.A mercenary named Vasquez was originally wanted as a criminal. The young man, who could not be reached as a one-country thug, was deposited one day by a wandering militant and became a skilled fist fighter. But Vasquez's sexual roots were not fixed, but rather he carried more madness and murder weaponry and became an untouchable thug.What was even different from before was that Vasquez was not just rampaging, but rampaging with intent. He was repeatedly abusive on the other hand, wielding bad wisdom and citing his achievements as a mercenary as he contemplated his position.Still, those who felt bitter consigned and arranged for Vasquez to be nominated, but Vasquez was solicited by fellow brave Zems to focus on his unfulfilled requests at the border. So he was a man who achieved merit and came at will, without ever getting a great deal of judgment so far combined with amnesty, etc.Its sexuality is cruel and manifest, and it is a euphoric. There was no way that Vasquez could have kept his mouth shut after being treated as an affair like this one. The holding room where Vasquez was located was full of impenetrable killing, and competitors from other disciplines were trying to stay as far away from Vasquez as possible. As the game neared, Vasquez seemingly calmly flexed and flexed to get his breath ready.From the edge, it's just a competitor's prep. Instead, it even seemed to carry things calmly, but if Vasquez's usual companions saw it, they would definitely have said this."You, you're going to be so ready to crush the rat."and. And Vasquez left the holding room silently. Vasquez, who usually leaves with a light mouth, or a little more nagging, walked out slowly in silent and firm footsteps. The remaining competitors were relieved of tension and exhaling as if they were finally able to take a deep breath.And over the arena, Vasquez confronts Elsa in a mask. Elsa was listening whispering to the word of the referee, but Vasquez looked strange and listened without being slight.The Vasquez suddenly whispered.Hey, you."Something.""Woman, right? Let me see what you're up against."Vasquez's tone was mild, but his eyes weren't laughing. Of course, I'm not going to show it to you because you asked me to, but Elsa politely said no."If you're going to show it, you haven't faced it from the beginning""What, you're such an ugly bitch busike that you can't show it? "It may not be pretty, but I don't think it's ugly enough""Right."Vasquez's hand moved and briefly snapped up Elsa's face. The venue deliberately gave the referee attention as well, but Vasquez has no ear to listen to."That's right, you didn't guess it in person, did you? More than that, you're not pretty. Be humble.""... you did it. He said he was hiding the corner.""'Cause it's okay. You won't have to worry about that any time soon.""I can't see it second, it's so messed up. She's a beauty, so it would be worth breaking."Elsa lost the color of her face to that word Vasquez proclaimed as she hoisted the corner of her mouth. Seriously Elsa doesn't know, but a man named Vasquez can do just about anything unreasonable and cruel depending on his mood. Elsa remembered fear for the first time in the battle of a human opponent before a man of ferocious nature he had never seen.Continued
