Chapter 122.2. The Invincible Man
-Masatoshi’s POV-
When the remaining magic shield is shattered like glass, it hits the magic barrier without any reduction in momentum.
The magic barrier withstands a fist as large as a glove only slightly, but it is destroyed and dives into the torso.
The sound of the magic armor abrading and the shock of the impact strikes triumphantly and blows it away. Bouncing and rolling through the
Poison treant and the violently fighting warrior group, it finally stopped when it hit the tree trunk.
“Looks like you didn’t know about my unique magic. Hey?”
Nagamasa scoffs, showing a fist holding a mystical light, but of course, Masatoshi knows it.
“It’s the [God Fist] that shatters everything and the [God Armor] that prevents all attacks, right?”
Masatoshi stands up, hearing the sound of something shattering with a crunch. The [God Fist], a mass of super-dense mana, and the [God Armor], also formed with super-dense mana. They’re the strongest contradiction and shield that destroys all magic and repels all magic.
“What, you know that? That’s boring.”
“Of course, the unique magic of the royal family is famous. Are you stuffing your head with a sponge or something?”
“Hm? You’re in high spirits, aren’t you?
Nagamasa looks at Masatoshi, who is speaking hatefully to him and becomes dubious. With a grimace, Masatoshi regrips the glaive.
Oh no, a high-ranking [Substitution Sign] kept in the family treasury. The most important thing to remember is that the substitution isn’t a simple one, but a rare one that people can’t create today.
A few moments ago, he heard the sound of the [Substitution Sign] shattering. Masatoshi heard that it was worth 8 billion yen.
“You’re cheating, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am! Eat this!”
A magic ring is fitted to all the fingers hidden in his hand. Masatoshi activates all of them. Each one of these rings is endowed with 300 million yen of high-ranking magic.
[Fire]
[Freeze]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]
[Lightning]
Fire, ice, and lightning, colorful magic shot out from Masatoshi’s hand and headed toward Nagamasa, but he kept grinning and didn’t even run away.
“Boring. You’re just a kid. You thought if you blocked magic in a row, [God Armor] would drain my mana, and I wouldn’t be able to maintain it, didn’t you?”
Even after receiving all the magic, Nagamasa did not move an inch. His body was also without a scratch, and the magic barrier remained deployed. With an attitude of reserve, Nagamasa looked down at Masatoshi and showed his fist, which contained lead-colored particles.
“It’s useless. This magic is just hard. It’s not the type that drains mana according to the enemy’s power.”
“What!?”
Masatoshi staggered in shock. Seeing this, he sniffs, and Nagamasa readies his fist.
“With this power and my brain, in 10 years, 10 years. I will rule Japan! I will be the hero, not the pampered all-attribute user, but this Genshin Nagamasa!”
Nagamasa stepped forward and closed the gap between himself and Masatoshi, and this time he was about to strike him with the whole magic armor, to turn him into scrap.
But just before his fist hit Masatoshi in the head.
“Hey, what?”
A huge hand of burning fire appeared from under Nagamasa’s feet, enveloping the giant man and grabbing his body.
“Damn, I can’t move! Hey, what’s this?”
Nagamasa raised his fist and swung it to destroy it, but it slipped through the fire hand and was lifted into the air as it was. And so, from behind the fire hand, the fire giant appeared.
“It’s Agni, Nagamasa. With your proud fists, you may be able to repel the formless fire for a moment, but you can’t quench the fire that is continually being produced.”
“Father! No, no, Father!”
“I’m fine. Good job Masatoshi!”
He exhaled, snapped his neck, and laughed like a beast.
“I, idiot! You’ve already summoned Agni today. You shouldn’t be able to use it anymore because you don’t have enough mana!”
Nagamasa exclaims in astonishment, jittering and flailing in the grasp of the flaming hand.
“Oh, I see you’ve played a lot of tricks on me, but I have a trump card, don’t I, kid?”
Throwing down the empty Elixir vial, Enraku fishes out the end of his mouth. The hidden treasure Elixir that restores all your strength and mana. Since Masatoshi had strongly suggested that he should take it with him, the cautious Yan Lele had brought it with him.
“That’s right! That’s my plan! Hey, how do you feel? Buhaha, what was that? That you’re going to take down the world with your scuzzy sponge brains and your hefty punches that can’t destroy magic? Ha-ha-ha, buh-waka!”
In good humor, Masatoshi sticks out his tongue and laughs, teasing the immobile Nagamasa with a small leap. Agni would be able to counter Nagamasa’s [God Armor].
Masatoshi, the god, knew this. He had seen an example of how to defeat it in a book of settings. According to him, if it was a formless continuation magic, he could capture Nagamasa.
However, with ordinary magic, he gets crushed and disappears immediately. It was impossible to contain Nagamasa unless it was at Agni’s level.
It means Masatoshi’s eye contact was firmly get conveyed to my father.
Enraku chuckled at Masatoshi, who did a frenzied dance, saying there was no way he could be a match for god, and Sena was relieved that she could capture her brother.
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble. The little boy couldn’t have done it alone. I’ll make you tell me exactly who helped you.”
“Oh, no! I can’t believe I got caught with this!”
Nagamasa, not giving up, swung his fist and kicked to repel the fire, but it soon covered his body and blocked his movement, causing Nagamasa to yell out in hatred.
By the looks of things, Nagamasa will be on a rampage until he runs out of mana, and Enraku tries to instruct his son, who is doing a little leap, to defeat poison treant.
“That’s very troubling to me.”
But a voice calls from overhead, and he quickly turns to face it.
“What are you!”
Floating in the sky were two pieces of magical armor. One was a green magic armor with wings attached to its back, perhaps for flight, and an insect-like image. The other was jet-black magic armor with a tattered cloak, giving the image of a ghost.
“I’m sorry, but it’s very troubling for my client to have Nagamasa-kun captured here.”
The one in jet-black magic armor quickly holds out his hand. With a huff, a gust of wind blows through Agni.
And as Agni’s body trembled, the giant turned into a fireball and fizzled away from the spot where it had been attacked.
“What? A blow to my Agni!”
Enraku exclaimed, astonished that Aguni’s secret magic get destroyed with a single blow. Destroying Agni with a single blow was an attack of unbelievable power.
“Well done. I’m glad I hired you guys, Zephyrus!”
The fire’s captivity fades away, and Nagamasa descends to the ground joyly.
“Zephyrus? Where is Zephyrus?”
Despite the impossible sight, Mastoshi reacts to Nagamasa’s words. He thought that Zephyrus was hiding somewhere.
“Ah, it looks like you managed to find the butterfly.”
The owner of the jet-black armor twisted his mouth in amusement upon hearing those words.
Chapter 122.2. The Invincible Man
-Masatoshi’s POV-
When the remaining magic shield is shattered like glass, it hits the magic barrier without any reduction in momentum.
The magic barrier withstands a fist as large as a glove only slightly, but it is destroyed and dives into the torso.
The sound of the magic armor abrading and the shock of the impact strikes triumphantly and blows it away. Bouncing and rolling through the
Poison treant and the violently fighting warrior group, it finally stopped when it hit the tree trunk.
“Looks like you didn’t know about my unique magic. Hey?”
Nagamasa scoffs, showing a fist holding a mystical light, but of course, Masatoshi knows it.
“It’s the [God Fist] that shatters everything and the [God Armor] that prevents all attacks, right?”
Masatoshi stands up, hearing the sound of something shattering with a crunch. The [God Fist], a mass of super-dense mana, and the [God Armor], also formed with super-dense mana. They’re the strongest contradiction and shield that destroys all magic and repels all magic.
“What, you know that? That’s boring.”
“Of course, the unique magic of the royal family is famous. Are you stuffing your head with a sponge or something?”
“Hm? You’re in high spirits, aren’t you?
Nagamasa looks at Masatoshi, who is speaking hatefully to him and becomes dubious. With a grimace, Masatoshi regrips the glaive.
Oh no, a high-ranking [Substitution Sign] kept in the family treasury. The most important thing to remember is that the substitution isn’t a simple one, but a rare one that people can’t create today.
A few moments ago, he heard the sound of the [Substitution Sign] shattering. Masatoshi heard that it was worth 8 billion yen.
“You’re cheating, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am! Eat this!”
A magic ring is fitted to all the fingers hidden in his hand. Masatoshi activates all of them. Each one of these rings is endowed with 300 million yen of high-ranking magic.
[Fire]
[Freeze]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]
[Lightning]
Fire, ice, and lightning, colorful magic shot out from Masatoshi’s hand and headed toward Nagamasa, but he kept grinning and didn’t even run away.
“Boring. You’re just a kid. You thought if you blocked magic in a row, [God Armor] would drain my mana, and I wouldn’t be able to maintain it, didn’t you?”
Even after receiving all the magic, Nagamasa did not move an inch. His body was also without a scratch, and the magic barrier remained deployed. With an attitude of reserve, Nagamasa looked down at Masatoshi and showed his fist, which contained lead-colored particles.
“It’s useless. This magic is just hard. It’s not the type that drains mana according to the enemy’s power.”
“What!?”
Masatoshi staggered in shock. Seeing this, he sniffs, and Nagamasa readies his fist.
“With this power and my brain, in 10 years, 10 years. I will rule Japan! I will be the hero, not the pampered all-attribute user, but this Genshin Nagamasa!”
Nagamasa stepped forward and closed the gap between himself and Masatoshi, and this time he was about to strike him with the whole magic armor, to turn him into scrap.
But just before his fist hit Masatoshi in the head.
“Hey, what?”
A huge hand of burning fire appeared from under Nagamasa’s feet, enveloping the giant man and grabbing his body.
“Damn, I can’t move! Hey, what’s this?”
Nagamasa raised his fist and swung it to destroy it, but it slipped through the fire hand and was lifted into the air as it was. And so, from behind the fire hand, the fire giant appeared.
“It’s Agni, Nagamasa. With your proud fists, you may be able to repel the formless fire for a moment, but you can’t quench the fire that is continually being produced.”
“Father! No, no, Father!”
“I’m fine. Good job Masatoshi!”
He exhaled, snapped his neck, and laughed like a beast.
“I, idiot! You’ve already summoned Agni today. You shouldn’t be able to use it anymore because you don’t have enough mana!”
Nagamasa exclaims in astonishment, jittering and flailing in the grasp of the flaming hand.
“Oh, I see you’ve played a lot of tricks on me, but I have a trump card, don’t I, kid?”
Throwing down the empty Elixir vial, Enraku fishes out the end of his mouth. The hidden treasure Elixir that restores all your strength and mana. Since Masatoshi had strongly suggested that he should take it with him, the cautious Yan Lele had brought it with him.
“That’s right! That’s my plan! Hey, how do you feel? Buhaha, what was that? That you’re going to take down the world with your scuzzy sponge brains and your hefty punches that can’t destroy magic? Ha-ha-ha, buh-waka!”
In good humor, Masatoshi sticks out his tongue and laughs, teasing the immobile Nagamasa with a small leap. Agni would be able to counter Nagamasa’s [God Armor].
Masatoshi, the god, knew this. He had seen an example of how to defeat it in a book of settings. According to him, if it was a formless continuation magic, he could capture Nagamasa.
However, with ordinary magic, he gets crushed and disappears immediately. It was impossible to contain Nagamasa unless it was at Agni’s level.
It means Masatoshi’s eye contact was firmly get conveyed to my father.
Enraku chuckled at Masatoshi, who did a frenzied dance, saying there was no way he could be a match for god, and Sena was relieved that she could capture her brother.
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble. The little boy couldn’t have done it alone. I’ll make you tell me exactly who helped you.”
“Oh, no! I can’t believe I got caught with this!”
Nagamasa, not giving up, swung his fist and kicked to repel the fire, but it soon covered his body and blocked his movement, causing Nagamasa to yell out in hatred.
By the looks of things, Nagamasa will be on a rampage until he runs out of mana, and Enraku tries to instruct his son, who is doing a little leap, to defeat poison treant.
“That’s very troubling to me.”
But a voice calls from overhead, and he quickly turns to face it.
“What are you!”
Floating in the sky were two pieces of magical armor. One was a green magic armor with wings attached to its back, perhaps for flight, and an insect-like image. The other was jet-black magic armor with a tattered cloak, giving the image of a ghost.
“I’m sorry, but it’s very troubling for my client to have Nagamasa-kun captured here.”
The one in jet-black magic armor quickly holds out his hand. With a huff, a gust of wind blows through Agni.
And as Agni’s body trembled, the giant turned into a fireball and fizzled away from the spot where it had been attacked.
“What? A blow to my Agni!”
Enraku exclaimed, astonished that Aguni’s secret magic get destroyed with a single blow. Destroying Agni with a single blow was an attack of unbelievable power.
“Well done. I’m glad I hired you guys, Zephyrus!”
The fire’s captivity fades away, and Nagamasa descends to the ground joyly.
“Zephyrus? Where is Zephyrus?”
Despite the impossible sight, Mastoshi reacts to Nagamasa’s words. He thought that Zephyrus was hiding somewhere.
“Ah, it looks like you managed to find the butterfly.”
The owner of the jet-black armor twisted his mouth in amusement upon hearing those words.
