Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

"Hehe, play with you."

Moranru was playing among the flowers.

There was no choice but to deal with Kemia with just one punch.

He seemed to have transformed into a butterfly dancing in the wind, dodging the violent punches swung by Amleth one after another.

There was a deep crescent-shaped smile on her face.

To Amleth, this was a mockery.

"Hiding here and there! Are you a flying insect!?"

"Ah, so you can't even hit a flying insect? Or do you expect me to take your punches with my face like an idiot?"

"You go to hell!"

Amleth's teeth gritted so hard they seemed to break.

If he could have been allowed to curse in Kenneth's class, he would have probably asked about Moran's family affairs.

This bastard is so hateful!

Looking at Amreth who was so angry that he was about to explode.

Moran's smile also gradually faded.

He leaned back slightly to avoid Amreth's flying knee.

"Got you!"

Amleth smiled a sinister smile.

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

The cone-shaped tip of his right toe pointed directly at Moran's chest.

"Mr. Moran!"

Camus' heart tightened when he saw this.

She hoped that the miracle that Moran had just used to defeat Kemia would happen again this time.

The right leg shot out like a bullet.

It looked like he was about to kick Moran.

However, Moran reached out and grabbed his ankles, preventing Amreth from attacking further.

It was as if he had anticipated this move.

The two people's combat experience is not even in the same dimension.

Click——! !

The crisp and sharp sound of broken bones.

Then, there was the loud thud of flesh hitting the ground.

Moran grabbed Amreis's right foot and slammed it to the ground.

At the same time, his ankle was also crushed.

“Guah… Bastard…!”

Amreth could only land on his toes.

Morant has destroyed half of the mobility of his right foot.

Not only was the attack ineffective, but he was also counterattacked.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment. This is a long-lost ancient Greek fighting technique that was taught to me by a long-winded master. The sentence he said that impressed me the most was - if you catch it, you must destroy it. And this is Pankrasin."

Moran said with a touch of nostalgia for the thoughtful commentary.

In the past, the centaur master put in a lot of hard work to train me so that I could learn it.

Thanks to him, I became a hero.

I am still using the martial arts he taught me.

"I'm still a little unfamiliar with this body... I need to review all of Chiron's lessons later..."

Moran stretched his muscles and said helplessly.

His simulated body is battle-hardened, and he can perform master-level pankrasis solely through his subconscious.

Now, this body uses Pankrasin for the first time.

At most, he only has two times the strength he originally used. If he wants to reach the strength of his heroic period, he will probably have to train again for several years.

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

But, in the eyes of others, it is not the same.

"Pankrasin...?"

Kenneth muttered in confusion.

He is not very good at self-defense.

But Pankrasin knew to some extent that this was a fighting skill that even Alexander the Great and the soldiers of the Spartan army had spent 25 years to devote themselves to learning.

It had been lost in modern times.

This fighting technique is only mentioned in books.

In ancient Greece, Pancrassin has another meaning, which is "all strength".

From Moran's movements and techniques.

His level is like that of a master who has reached a certain level. It is unclear how he inherited this ancient and mysterious school.

Although the definition of the older the stronger is very ambiguous.

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

How many surprises will Moran bring him?

"Who cares about you Pankrasin! I'm going to kill you—!"

Amleth's sanity was overcome by rage.

At the beginning, I was considered an excellent student by everyone, while the other person was considered a poor student who was regarded as trash.

Now, why those people.

Why are you looking at me with such pitiful eyes?

Anxious to regain past honor, annoyed by the incomprehensible, Amleth could sense that something was constantly being lost, yet he could only rage, unable to recapture it.

Another charge towards Moran.

But the result is still cruel enough to make people laugh.

Although his magic circuits are much better than Moran's, their quality is far inferior to Moran's.

Not to mention, Moran knows how to control it precisely.

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

“Gu! Ah—!”

Amreth was countered by the fierce attack.

Unexpected developments came one after another, and his conscious reaction could hardly keep up.

It's like a movie with fragments cut together.

Moran's figure was punching continuously in his eyes.

Like a waterfall, like a rainstorm, it changes rapidly like a raging wave.

Even though it seemed like his heart rate had suddenly changed, Moran still held on and continued to attack.

I had already been beaten to a bloody pulp by this rain of punches.

It's no exaggeration to say that his face was bruised and swollen.

Only at this moment did Amreth realize it.

Moran didn't put any magic on his fist.

Magic is infused into the limbs only when moving, like the compassion the Iron Giant exerts on kittens and puppies.

It's so humiliating that it makes people want to grit their teeth again.

This cannot be called a battle.

Moran continued to suppress Amreis.

Different experiences, different perspectives, different dimensions of existence.

Vulnerable, this is what is called unparalleled!

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Ps: Stop scolding me, stop scolding me. The author knows he was wrong and will finish writing the modern storyline within today. He won’t drag it out... wuwuwu... (tears).

I bow down to all the readers.

Everyone, just treat this modern plot as a buffer transition.

The simulation will be picked up shortly.

Chapter 29: No rules, no order [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

boom! boom! boom!

Fists struck back and forth on the cheeks.

He could only raise his arms and turn them into a tortoise shell, barely able to withstand the sharp attack like thunder and lightning.

No, Amleth couldn't even defend himself.

Moran punched him in the cheek, drawing blood.

Amreth was beaten so hard that he was in a daze and dizzy.

He instinctively escaped the cross-blockade of continuous punches, but was pulled back by the opponent by the collar and hair.

It's like a wild beast that won't let go of its prey.

puff!puff!puff!

Moran grabbed Amreth's collar with his left hand and punched him in the face with his right fist without stopping.

It's as chewy as hand-made beef balls.

Every punch to his face resonated beautifully.

"Ah...Amleth...that top student actually..."

"How could this be... He doesn't even have the ability to fight back... When did Moran become so powerful?!"

"That's too tragic... This isn't a duel, it's an execution! I'll never fight that guy again!"

Many magicians watching were frightened.

No one was not shocked by the result of this contest.

The vast majority of people succumb to the theory of bloodline.

Believe that those with inferior bloodline and talent cannot overcome fate.

However, reality slaps us in the face.

Moran used practical actions to tell them that destiny can be changed and it is by no means something that people should avoid.

Of course, some people also look up to Moran.

Just because he overturned the impossible.

"Teacher Kenneth, there's no need to continue this battle, right? If we continue, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of my classmates~"

Moran threw the Amreth he was holding.