Blades clashed violently and the sound of sword fights rang out in the square.
　And after a few seconds, the two overlapping shadows flew backwards together.
　How many times had this been repeated? With rough breathing, the shoulders of the two men rose and fell significantly.

''Tougher than expected...''

　Moore muttered softly as he stared at Ryoma's stance in the middle of the stage without being careless.
　The long-range attack with the water blade, which made the most of the ability of the legal sword, was not able to achieve more results than expected, and even if he tried to bring it into close combat, he was successfully pacified.
(I didn't know this kind of fighting method existed.......is this how this man, an otherworldly person, fights?
　That was a huge mistake, but even Moore, who has a long history of warfare, has never had experience of crossing blades with an otherworldly person head-on, one-on-one.
　Moore's fighting style is truly rigid.
　It is a simple and clear fighting style that uses the strength of his well-trained muscles to crush his enemies through the use of martial arts, and it is familiar to Moore.
　The rigid fighting method, which uses muscle power to the maximum extent, is a common fighting method used by the knights of the earth world.
　On the other hand, Ryoushin's fighting style is a combination of hard and soft fighting techniques that uses his own physical strength to the fullest extent, as well as weakness and softness that utilizes the opponent's strength.
　Ryoma does not care about stiffness or softness. That's because his only goal in fighting is to kill his enemies.
　Sometimes he uses hard force to prevent enemies, and sometimes he relaxes his body and deals with them with softness.
　He mixes both and utilizes the slow and steady flow of power.
　It is a way of fighting stiffness and flexibility. It was the first time for Moore, who had been immersed in hard vs.
　By its very nature, Jiu-Jitsu inevitably requires a high level of skill and concentration to discern and control the flow of the enemy's power. In the special environment of the battlefield, where one must devote one's attention to something other than the enemy in front of them, there were only a few people who could complete this difficult task perfectly.
　Perhaps even Mikoshiba Koichiro, Ryoma's mentor, might find it difficult to do so.
　Of course, Moore had no way of knowing such circumstances, but he knew firsthand that Ryoma's way of fighting was very different from the way he had experienced fighting.
(Well, that's good. I'll just do what I have to do.)　　
　In order to get the victory, Moore examines the information he's gleaned, one by one, and assembles a formula for victory.
(Will you continue to cut his strength with the water blade?　No, he even prevented a series of blades.
　Even a scratch is not completely useless if the enemy is wounded. Even a single scratch, no matter how small, will increase the amount of blood loss, and as a result, the enemy's health will decrease.
　However, the enemy could not be given that one scratch in exchange for a huge amount of vitality (prana).
　In both combat and business, the most important thing is cost-effectiveness.
　In other words, it's directly related to how much return can be expected on expenses and capital invested.
　Moore's eyes glance at the love sword clenched in his hand.
　Although the granting technique, which does not even require chanting, is certainly useful, it is by no means an invincible and all-powerful technique.
　In particular, its consumption of vitality (prana) was a major problem in conducting combat.
　It's a problem that can never be ignored by Moore, who is a veteran warrior and can even spin the third chakra, Manipura.
　No, he has three engines called chakras running, and he also infuses the prana into his sword. Regardless of how much prana Moore boasts of his abundant amount of energy, at some point it will be exhausted.
　No matter how sophisticated a car is, it would be reduced to a mere ornament without fuel, just as a car would be reduced to a mere ornament without gasoline.
(Then do you want to bring it into close combat?)
　But Moore dismissed the idea himself.
(No, if he continues to be on the defensive, it's impossible for him to inflict a fatal wound so easily. Even if you were to get into a close battle, he would just drag the game out. If that happens, the moment my vitality is cut off, it will all be over).
　Certainly, in terms of overall strength, Moore is stronger than Ryoma Mikoshiba.
　However, in a limited one-on-one killing match, that assessment would not necessarily be correct.
　The basis of Moore's strength is his mastery of the art of martial arts.
　Conversely, the moment he was depleted of his "Prana", Moore would return to being an ordinary knight.
　That still doesn't mean that Moore is weak, but there is no way he can kill Liangzhen, who couldn't kill him using martial arts, without using martial arts.
　In front of Moore is a ferocious carnivore in the form of a man who combines the wisdom of a man, the body of a beast, and the will of steel.
　If he shows an opening, even for a moment, the beast in front of him will gleefully pounce on him to bite off his throat whistle.
(Probably, if only in terms of skill, the other side is better.......)
　Moore using martial arts and Ryoma not using it.
　It's a reality that's hard to admit, but I can't not admit it.
　Because fighting is always an accumulation of reality....
　But that's something only the two people involved can understand.

"'Ooooh!　Give Lady Moore a win!　Glory to our motherland, Oltmere!

　The cries of the Oltmere soldiers showered from behind made a wooden spirit in Moore's ears.
　If the current situation where they only seem to be attacking one-sidedly, it's only natural that the morale of the Oltmeer soldiers would be boosted.
　Moore was unharmed against the enemy, Ryoma.
　It was no wonder that those around him were convinced of their victory.
(Tsk. Those idiots are saying whatever they want........
　Glancing around, Moore spat out a small amount, turning his gaze to his surroundings.
　Normally, that cheering would be something to rejoice over.
　It's true that the cheers that are showered on his back give Moore's body strength.
　But for Moore, who feels that he is actually struggling to attack, even from the outside, he felt frustrated and annoyed by the voices around him that could be called irresponsible, even irresponsible, not knowing anything.
　And the slowly growing discomfort in his legs boggled Moore's mind even more.
(I can't tread on it subtly.......this is why the continuous blade was prevented.......after all, I guess I needed a little time to heal completely now........
　Especially when you try to launch a series of attacks, this foot stance is especially important, but it doesn't work.
　A small discomfort. It is forever nesting somewhere in his body and forever eating away at Moore's body.
　In order to protect it, he uses a body operation that is out of its original form, which further disrupts the balance of his body and increases the discomfort.
(After all, close combat.......is the only way?)
　It was a battle method that he once ruled out himself, but if there was no other way, it was inevitable.
(Then.........)
　The only way to do that is to cut the last hand that has been preserved.
That comes at a huge cost to Moore. And once used, a trump card cannot be a trump card.
But Moore was determined.
　Even though he had strengthened it with martial arts, his lower body's stance was the most important factor in wielding the great sword.

　Turning his gaze slightly to his aching legs, Moore slowly raised the great sword in his hand.　
　The killing spirit and killing intent, sharpened to the limit, became the wind and was released from Moore's body.
　Moore's great sword, swinging wide at the upper level, reflected the light of the lamp and shimmered.

''Die!　Oshisai!

　A yell erupts from Moore's mouth.
(First strike, kesa-kiri from the top.)
The body is strengthened by martial arts. It even benefits the brain's thinking speed and reflexes.
　A moment of time called a moment stretched out by extreme concentration.
　A large amount of vitality is poured into Moore's large sword, which draws a trajectory from the upper left to the lower right, creating a large blade of water that is nearly twice as large as the previous one.
　The great sword swung out of there without stopping further from the blade.
(Two strikes, right cleave)
　This time the sword blade leapt up and the water blade created again struck Ryoma's right side.

　The thick-walled sword in Ryouma's hand. The blade slices through the flying water blade and shatters it.
　In the past, this would have been the end.
　But this time it was different.
　Moore gives a small click of his tongue and puts more power into his entire body.
　This is the third blow that he never showed in this match.
　Although it can never be used heavily, Moore is able to make three consecutive attacks using the great sword.
　Due to the weight and length of the large sword, it is not easy to turn back the large sword once it has gained momentum.
　It was nearly 1.5 meters long, and the blade was nearly twice as thick as normal, considering its use on the battlefield.
　Its weight exceeds ten kilograms.
　Certainly, it is not that difficult to lift it, but if you use it as a weapon in battle, it is a very different story.
　A typical one-handed sword weighs around one and a half kilos. While the average two-handed sword weighed three to five kilos, Moore's sword was almost three times as heavy.
　In addition, if the sword was swung with great force, the centrifugal force of the sword would increase its weight many times over.
　This is the result of tireless effort. It is difficult to use a single weapon efficiently, no matter how much it is strengthened by the strong physical martial arts training.
　In Moore's eyes, Ryojin's weakening figure is reflected.
　The tension seems to have loosened as he flies through the air in succession and prevents the oversized water blade from cutting him off.
(Fool, you caught me off guard!)
　It was a time-consuming imprint. In this situation where he had only shown two consecutive blows so far, it was supposed to be a surprise attack that could be called a fatal wound for Mikoshiba Ryoma.　
(Eat it!)
　The great sword, weighed down by centrifugal force, bit into Moore's hand.
　Ignoring the law of inertia, he forcibly used all the muscles in his body to stop the great sword that had gained momentum.
　All the muscles in his body screaming in pain and pain all at once.
　The muscle fibers that were being torn to shreds by the reckless use of the body.
　The strain on the legs and hips, which are the foundation of everything, is especially great.
　But Moore ignores the pain.
　The taste of rusty iron spreads in Moore's mouth, probably because he bit down too hard.
　This is the fastest technique Moore has.
　It is a thrusting technique that hits the enemy with the entire body that has been squeezed.
(End blow........stab!)
　I stake everything I have on this moment.
　With that thought, Moore, who poured all of the remaining vitality in his body into the Manipura, sat down slightly to gather all of his strength.
　And in the next moment, with a strange metallic sound, red sparks flew out and two human figures crossed.
　The two shadows ran through a dozen meters of spacing in an instant.
　Silence dominated the large hall.
(What.........what?)
　Something raw and warm running down my neck...
　The airway and esophagus had been completely ripped open.
　Something hot rushed up from the back of his throat and red blood spilled from Moore's lips.
　His entire body relaxed and Moore involuntarily fell to the earth.
(Right, this guy........martial arts........)
　Moore had certainly seen it.
　It was a scene that would never have happened if Mikoshiba Ryoma could not use martial arts.
　Mikoshiba Ryoma closed in on him with inhuman speed. It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this article.
　And I understand.
　All of Mikoshiba Ryoma's aims.........
　The meaning of the smile floating around Mikoshiba Ryoma's mouth as he leisurely looks down at himself....
"Your Highness I'm sorry...
　In the midst of the fading consciousness, with the last of his strength, Moore apologized to Shardina, who was fighting in the land of Zaruda, for his own inadequacy.
　Even if you understand that this is just a mere complacency........