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Maou Sakagami flinched when he saw the monster that appeared from the darkness.

The man was like a pillar.

The man with his face covered with a khaki hooded jumper had an enormous body that was recognizable at a glance.

Even less so, as he appeared, it felt as if the air in the building had changed.

In other words, ‘dimension’ is different.

Wiping the sweat running down his chin without realizing it, Maou murmured.

“Goto guy, it’s safe to say that he was hiding such a trump card.”

Perhaps it was only too late to discover him, Kazuya Goto, who was in the midst of arguing with his former subordinates, exclaimed in a startled voice.

“older brother?!”

A man whom Goto Kazuya calls his older brother.

What I can guess is probably the former president of the Baekgwi Nights.

Among them, only the name of the first president, who was called the giraffe of Heisei, comes to mind.

“Mishima Ryohei… Is it the second coming of a living legend?”

“Who is it. That.”

But the man in the hood tilted his head, denying Maou’s grandiose legs.

“Well, then, what the hell are you?”

When Maou, who was belatedly in a hurry, asked, blushing, the man in the hoodie scratched his head as if in trouble, then pointed to Kazuya Goto, who was fighting with Mito.

“For now, let’s just say we’re acquaintances with that guy.”

The moment he heard those words, Maou twisted the corners of his mouth and said:

“To dare to take Kazu-kun’s side in this situation, it looks like he’s a guy with quite a bit of guts. Good! Buy that spirit and suggest it. Throw away Goto guy and come under me. Don’t give me the seat on my right side.”

Hearing those words, Mito, who was in the midst of fighting Goto, shouted.

“Hey! That’s different!”

Then Maou shouted at the reverse.

“Shut up! In Devil Riders, my words are law and justice!”

Hearing his words, Goto Kazuya shouted.

“Brother! Don’t fall for that bastard! He’s a villain who can do anything for his own ambitions! Even if he helps, I’m sure he’ll be kicked out later!”

“Shut up all the bastards in the outfield! I’m talking to that guy right now!”

Having said that, Maou Sakagami dismissed it, and extended his right arm toward the man who was still silently listening to his proposal.

“Come on! What are you hesitating about! Stand by my side! And become the strongest corner of Tokyo!”

yet,

Said the man who had been silently listening to what he had to say since the first time.

“It’s funny.”

“…What?”

“My mental age is still not beyond the level of the second year of middle school.”

The man with the hood on said so and took a step forward.

thump–

“What are you going to do when you become the strongest?”

“Strength and power come in! And all those weaker than me can kneel!”

thump–

“Anyway, from an adult’s point of view, it would be nothing more than a child’s play. Right now, they’re closing their eyes because the scale is small, but as you said, if Tokyo is unified and the scale increases from hundreds to thousands, the public power will stand still. Is it the same?”

“At that time, all you have to do is to destroy all the tribes that come!”

thump–

Hearing that, the man laughed.

Then he asked Maou Sakagami with cold eyes.

“Are you an idiot who thinks you can defeat an opponent with a gun with your bare hands?”

“👌….”

I was speechless.

thump–

Clearly, a bike, a wooden sword, and an iron pipe alone cannot beat a single gun the police are holding.

In the end, no matter how hard you try, you will be caught.

Because that’s the fight between an adult and a child.

Boom–!!

The man who looked like a pillar, who was approaching Sakagami Maou’s nose, spoke up.

“Even now, release all the guys here. And I’ll take that guy from Goto. I already have a prior contract.”

Hearing that, Maou Sakagami asked with a cheeky smile, trying to show his last pride.

“What if you don’t like it?”

Hearing that, the man slowly raised his head and looked around.

Devil Riders.

An elite corps assembled by Maou Sakagami, who boasts overwhelming charisma.

Except for him who wore a shaggy cut to mean a leader, 49 riders with mohican hair for uniform outfits were listening to their conversation.

“If you don’t like it,”

The man rubbed his neck as if he was in trouble.

“Are you going to use force?”

Those words became a signal.

Announcing the start of the absurd execution of 50:1.

***

“Hyakha! Filth is disinfection!”

“You’re stupid! You mean you’re going to deal with this number alone!”

I stared at the dozens of bikes cluttering around me.

It was like the passing squad of Shaolin Temple from the old martial arts paper.

Even though I’m circling around me in a mess, I’m spinning round and round without bumping into anyone and maintaining a certain distance.

Accuracy and proficiency that cannot be achieved unless you eat and practice this alone.

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Maybe they should have joined the circus, not the bikers?

Thinking that I was wasting my precious talent, I boldly took a step forward.

“Where!”

Then a chain whip that flies like a ghost.

Instead of avoiding the attack, I put out my left arm, believing in the strength of the muscles I had developed.

squash!

A heavy chain hit my forearm, but I could endure it more than I thought.

I just wrapped it around my left arm and pulled it back before the chain returned to its owner.

Then, the guy holding the chain loses his balance and rises from the bike as it is.

“Hold on tight! If you miss it, you won’t be held responsible!”

After I shouted that, I started to spin my body using centrifugal force.

Then, the guy holding the chain became a human blunt weapon without being able to step on the ground and started to hit his colleagues.

As if dominoes were toppling over, bikes collapsing.

As a result, the passing line of the 49 Mohicans was destroyed at once.

“No way! You swing people with one hand!”

“Is the guy named Fighting Demon’s brother a monster?”

Having completed the barricade moderately by knocking down the surrounding bikes, I calmly let go of the Mohican I was wielding as a weapon.

Then, perhaps due to too many planes on board, he immediately fell to the floor and began to evacuate what was inside.

At that point, you can think of it as already incapable of combat.

I beckoned to the Devil Riders who were still alive in the amphitheater formed by the grave of the bike.

“Attack the guy who wants to die first.”

Then, the guys called Devil Riders faltered, unable to jump over the barrier made of bikes.

In this situation, the most important thing is courage and courage.

I also fought on an equal footing with Russians who were trained professionally, ex-military veterans, and fighting them seemed like nothing to me.

Before long, perhaps thinking that he could not waste time any longer, the bravest of the Mohican heads took the lead and crossed the wall.

As I was preparing in advance, I quickly approached and fired a jab.

This skill, which I had previously learned eye-catching while fighting Sasha’s bodyguard, Boris, allowed me to effectively knock out an enemy within a limited amount of time.

The Mohican, who had been precisely slapped in the face, slipped behind a nosebleed, and immediately the next guest came.

This time it’s three.

Without panicking, I made a move to dodge backwards, and broke the wooden poles and hit my wrists with the hard-to-block iron pipe to make it fall.

Eventually, the weapon disappears, so it ends by giving the guys a jab one by one.

He grabs the collars of the guys who almost broke the back of their heads after being knocked out by a single blow and throws them at the other guys who are approaching from behind.

Then the guys randomly tried to grab the body of their comrade, but I dug into the blind spot in the gap and made a surprise attack.

“Big!”

The forearms that have been hardened to the limit are like steel, and when a light contact accident occurred, it was the Mohicans, not me, who were thrown back helplessly.

After rushing in with enthusiasm and getting 8 people killed in an instant, the Devil Riders began to roar.

Seeing this, a guy named Maou Sakagami, the leader of the team, shouted loudly.

“Stupid bastards! After all, as long as that guy is a human, there is a limit to the number he can deal with alone! Push with numbers!”

Then, perhaps having gained courage, the Mohicans looked at each other and climbed over the wall at the same time all at once.

Obviously, the capacity of the amphitheater has been exceeded.

While I was contemplating how to get out of the cage of Mohicans that were gradually narrowing down, I suddenly heard a scream from behind.

“Aww!”

“older brother!”

Goto, blood flowing from his head, grabbed Mito’s neck, which had become a lump of meat in his left hand, and shook the sword in his right hand.

It seems that it was the loot obtained by defeating Mito.

“Write this!”

I thought it was a cartoon-like development with the presence of reinforcements that appeared at the right time.

No, it’s a cartoon world, so I guess this is correct.

I caught the wooden sword that flew in a clean orbit with one hand, looked back and said.

“Thank you, Goto.”

Then Goto turned back, flapping his black commando uniform with all kinds of words engraved with gold thread.

Then, he cheered with a voice that felt hardened.

“You must win.”

Hearing those words, I gently repositioned the wooden sword I was holding in one hand with both hands.

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