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A deafening roar interrupted Izo's analysis.

At some point, that stinking and terrifying bloody mouth was already facing him, as if it was about to bite his head into pieces.

So fast!

Honbu Izo thought in shock, but his body showed no intention of jumping away, as if he was too frightened to move.

next moment.

The giant mouth bit down fiercely, but it suddenly froze.

Because a wooden knife had been inserted into its mouth at some point, firmly pressing against its upper and lower jaws.

"This wooden knife is made of iron sandalwood, which is twice as hard as steel."

The iron chain he pulled out from nowhere directly wrapped around the mouth of the monitor lizard. Motobu Izo, who had already jumped on the opponent's head, put his foot against the opponent's upper jaw and tightened it fiercely.

"Crack-!"

"...No penetration?"

At this time, the tail with the bone awl was like a spring, stabbing his lower back like a scorpion.

But with a crisp roll down, Motobu Izo avoided the blow that was enough to pierce the steel plate, and also threw a strange ball into the opponent's half-open and half-closed mouth full of wood debris.

That was the smoke bomb with the most gunpowder content on his body.

"Boom boom boom——!"

As the roar of the explosion echoed in the quiet, uninhabited park, dazzling firelight and choking fog also appeared at the same time.

But the gunpowder content is still too small, and even a wild dog cannot be killed.

Honbu Izo, who was fully aware of this, had just rolled back to the ground, but before he could get up and jump away, the giant tail that swung like an iron whip swept away the not-so-rich fog around him. When he was empty, he was whipped out again violently.

Blood splattered.

The half-cut knife rotated in mid-air and was inserted into the ornamental tree in the distance, trembling slightly.

The giant lizard with white eyes twisted its head strangely and glanced at its bloody tail.

There was a deep gash, cutting through scales and muscles, reaching the tailbone.

"Hey, hey, it's not cut off yet? Cough, cough, cough!"

He coughed twice violently, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the broken dagger in his hand, his eyes full of undisguised surprise.

"This knife is made of metal chromium. I didn't expect it to be severed."

His body couldn't bear such strength. After all, he was old and his body was not as strong as when he was young.

It would be better to say where this weird big guy came from. It was as ferocious as a monster in a disaster movie. The terrifying sense of oppression even reminded him of Pico, the strongest primitive man.

No, they were suddenly attacked out of nowhere, and there was too little information.

Complex thoughts quickly passed through his mind. Izou Motobu stared closely at the giant lizard ten meters away and once again rushed towards him at an alarming speed. He also quickly jumped into a mid-air twist and roll. , barely avoided.

"pound--!"

A tree as thick as a bowl was directly broken, and the fallen crown raised choking dust on the ground.

Such physical strength and power made Izou feel frightened.

It was like being hit by a speeding truck, the consequences were no joke.

Just from the two tail lashes just now, even if the force was removed in time, he still felt that his ribs and arm bones were cracked.

"The strength of a bear, the majesty of an elephant, the agility of a leopard, and... the bite force of a Nile crocodile?"

Izo, who was still in mid-air, murmured to himself, and once again threw out a homemade smoke bomb in his hand.

Explosions, fires, and fog reappeared, and even if they were unable to cause effective damage, they could still disrupt the opponent's vision, hearing, and smell.

He stood still and squatted down like a cat on the ground. He lowered his head just enough to avoid the giant tail that was sweeping towards him again, and then dozens of shurikens were shot out in a direct rotation.

Most of them bounced away after sparks were rubbed against the iron-hard scales, but a boomerang was accurately inserted into the opponent's left eye at a tricky angle, popping the white eyeball. .

Immediately afterwards, the copper lock forged from fine steel was thrown out of the air and directly hit the other eyeball.

"It's not safe yet. It has to be poked and exploded."

Izo swooped away and was completely close in an instant. While withdrawing the locking copper, he also cut out the short-handled sickle in his hand with a calm expression.

Without any surprise, the gleaming blade directly penetrated the opponent's right eye and penetrated deeply into it.

"Both eyes are gone, and the next step will be easy."

Honbu Izo said calmly, but just as he was about to pull away, he was horrified to find that the opponent's forearms had twisted and stretched contrary to common sense at some point, blocking his escape route.

The sharp claws were firmly pressed against the back, and the bloody mouth that could easily bite the head was completely opened right in front of his eyes.

The fangs and the mouth that is black for some reason are clearly visible.

The pupils were extremely constricted.

next moment.

"..."

"Tick-tock——"

Blood flowed down his arm and dropped to the dusty ground.

However, the flesh, flesh and bones are still there.

"Hey, let me tell you, the bite was really hard. The shoulder bone should have been completely broken."

With cold sweat on his forehead, Izou Motobu managed to avoid it at the last moment by turning his head. He endured the unspeakable pain, glanced at the giant lizard that was biting his left shoulder, and reluctantly pulled away. corner of mouth.

"Are you surprised that your teeth didn't sink in?"

He casually threw a small glass bottle that had been uncorked and was only as thick as a finger into the other person's mouth. What was inside was concentrated pufferfish poison.

This stuff is so expensive.

Using his unique skills, he pulled away in an instant, and withdrew directly from the opponent's arms, accompanied by many fangs scattered in the air and stained with blood.

“My outerwear is made of specialty aramid fibers, used to strengthen parts of the aircraft, parachute cords for parachutes, and radial tires, which are bulletproof and bladeproof.”

After jumping back a few steps naturally, without paying attention to his left arm that was no longer strong, Izo Motobu once again pulled out a "wooden stick" from his clothes, flicked it casually, and turned it into a short gun.

He is a person who specializes in ancient martial arts and is also an expert in environmental warfare.

the most important is......

Looking at the strange giant lizard in front of me, its eyes were obviously disabled and all its fangs were gone, but its ferocious aura had not weakened much.

Motobu Izo smiled.

Suddenly I feel like smoking. Alas, I have been addicted to smoking for decades and I just can’t quit.

"Hey, big guy, let me give you a little insight into what -"

The monitor lizard collided ferociously like an out-of-control truck on the highway, but after the two missed each other, it inserted a sharp short spear into its chest near the heart.

In Motobu Izo's hand, there was a short-handled sickle stained with blood, with a weird eyeball and some broken bones hanging on it.

"The 'Variety of Martial Arts' I possess from my headquarters."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the quiet, uninhabited park.

The hunt has begun.

...

at the same time.

In a house with simple decoration style.

An old figure was sitting cross-legged on the ground in a quiet open-air courtyard, meditating with his eyes closed, quietly accepting the moonlight.

A pair of somewhat cloudy eyes slowly opened, the cold light and edge belonging to the swordsman hidden by the glasses.

His name is Kyoichiro Sabe.

He is the number one swordsman in Japan. He has killed nearly a hundred people with his sword. In terms of experience in killing people, he should be unmatched by anyone in the world. He is also known as the "Sword Demon".

Until last night, he met the man named Miyamoto Musashi in the underground arena of the dome.

His pride as a swordsman was severely frustrated.

That couldn't be called a competition at all. No, it should be said that in front of that man, he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

It seemed that as soon as the blade was unsheathed, the next moment, his body and head would undoubtedly be separated, and blood would be splashed on the spot.

I have been practicing swordsmanship all my life, but in the end...

There will come a time when you are so cowardly that you don't even dare to draw your sword.

The head is bowed deeply.

The emotion called unwillingness took root deep in Sabe Kyoichiro's heart and never dissipated.

However, he couldn't calm down, but he didn't notice that the surroundings had become too quiet at some point, and he heard even the slightest sound.

It's like being in the starry sky or the deep ocean.

"..."

And this time.

Very suddenly, just for a moment, he suddenly felt an indescribable and extreme horror that could not be described in words, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

The sense of danger comes from behind.

In the past, his movements were crisp and agile, but now his movements were as stiff as a doll with rusty joints. Sabe Kyoichiro slowly turned his head and looked back, feeling so desperate that he couldn't even think of escaping.

Then he froze completely.

Because, he saw a great being that humans could not understand.

The indescribable, unheard murmur echoed in his ears, but he could understand its meaning.

"Inferior humanoids."

Karsus looked at the tiny human in front of him with indifferent eyes and commented like this.

Chapter 158: Tomorrow will definitely be a good day 5K1

Under the flickering street lights.

Blood and internal organs were everywhere, and the walls on the roadside were stained red.

A dozen deformed hungry rats that were as big as wild cats and could hunt elephants were all beheaded at this time.

"Well, not bad."

Standing in the middle of the street, Miyamoto Musashi, without any injuries or even a drop of blood on his body, looked at a rat head not far from his feet and nodded slightly.

"It is much more ferocious than the wolves I have ever encountered in the wilderness, and..."

He swung his knife backwards and cut off a hungry rat with only half its head left, splitting it in two.

"It's still difficult to kill completely."

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at the splash of blood that he dodged sideways. It was in a semi-solidified state on the ground, and there seemed to be some small dark tentacles inside.

Instinct told him that this thing was very dangerous and should not be touched.

"Does it take beheading or headshot to kill him completely? I didn't expect that four hundred years have passed, and even the rats that steal food have become so dangerous."

While stroking his chin in thought, Miyamoto Musashi turned around and left. Miyamoto Musashi felt that he understood a little more about this strange era.

However, what he didn't know was that not long after he left.

The rat corpses on the ground that had been "killed" suddenly began to twitch violently.

One by one, pitch-black tentacles stretched out from the corpse, then extended and entangled with each other, turning into a spear-like object. It suddenly burst out from the ground like a spring, and pierced a tree on the roadside ornamental tree. A passing crow.

"Ga!!! Ga, ga..."

The screams stopped abruptly.

after a little while.

The rat corpses and blood on the street disappeared, leaving only a crow-headed person with ligated muscles all over the body and a pair of jet-black wings on its back.