𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘さんのイラストまとめ

@GodlyVictor As if on cue, a clone of the Monkey King came to face the Greek, a look of interrogation painting his features.

〝 You? You’re too weak. . . Are you sure this is the stance you want to take? It’s not too late to sit back down. 〞

[ #FUCKTHEMGODS ]

〝 Well, clearly, I was mistaken. 〞Following the drawing of her bow, he had immediately shifted into his battling stance, following which hiw foot would reap through the air, in an attempt for his knee to wrap around the weapon, and yank it out of her grasp.

[ #FUCKTHEMGODS ] https://t.co/703jWOCpeR

〝 Ouch. I thought we were friends, this kind of hurt. You’re just mad because you’re flat, and your boyfriend is weaker than me. 〞

[ #FUCKTHEMGODS ] https://t.co/FchAMlkKGx

He hopes she has enough to bandage those ridiculously big boobs for a proper burial, once they’re through with her.

[ #FUCKTHEMGODS ] https://t.co/7lRV4e1YGk

〝 Call all the help you want, come with your entire incestuous family, and tell them to bring their friends, too—!! 〞

With a supplementary bark of laughter, Jin Mo-Ri crossed his arms over his chest, standing proud.

〝 We’ll be ready for you—!! 〞

[ #FUCKTHEMGODS ]

Upon closer inspection, not a single one of these ‘Gods’ looked like enough trouble to justify his friends being with him— surely, by himself, he was enough.

They’re borderline not even worth fighting.

Aah, what a disappointment!!

[ #FUCKTHEMGODS ]

〝 . . . Shortie. 〞 https://t.co/tZcOG0Q4OY

— created on his journey to the top, crazed by power, and battle-hungry.

In silence, he floated, his astral body relaxed, and still as a corpse; his own mind was tormenting him, and he was fine with this atonement.

. . . Until a familiar voice reached his ears.

@ReoSeinto — by a sickening crunch,

Of course, he would cut him a short break, but only after using his already-extended leg to introduce the other’s face, to the sole of his foot, thus forcing him a few feet backwards.

@ReoSeinto — positioned, his arm gave away the whole motion that was to come, thus giving an advanced martial artist like the Monkey King plenty of time to devise not only his dodge, but a counterattack.

With a bob of his head, he had crouched beneath the initial slash, —