Human accounts are forced to reach max level

Under the shocked and angry gaze of King Liehai with his pupils constricted, the body of his friend Katsumi Mochi melted and disappeared into the arm like mud in water.

Immediately, after devouring the new "individuals", Yuchi Dupo's burly figure, which had already increased to two meters in height, swelled again, and the scales on his body began to increase, and finally completely covered the whole body and disappeared. All weak points.

A new vertical eye opened from his forehead.

It has evolved.

"Yes, he is indeed my adopted son. The content related to 'technology' has been increased."

Looking down at his claws covered with black scales, he was foolishly alone, no, the monster muttered to himself.

"Then, next, Lie, you can join me."

The monster put on an extremely standard karate stance and said in a deep voice.

"To show my respect, I will send you on the road with a full blow next. Let us... climb to a higher peak in martial arts together!"

He felt that his whole body was being oppressed by a terrifying aura, but King Liehai did not show the slightest fear of the impending death on his face.

"A higher peak in martial arts, huh? You really know how to joke."

He scoffed calmly.

"We just fought. Although your strength has increased a lot, in my opinion, Doppo, your karate level has dropped a lot. It's not pure enough, hahaha!"

"Oh, is it so?"

The body has expanded and stabilized to two meters four, and has completely transformed into a burly figure of a muscular and scaled monster. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his center of gravity.

"Then, just take this punch and show it to me?"

As soon as the words were spoken, its huge body disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace of the sluggishness of a bloated body.

So fast!

Dynamic vision could only capture an afterimage, and his nerve reaction speed could only allow him to instinctively adjust his posture and barely lift his left leg, just enough to block it.

"Bang——!"

The wind pressure spreads, but it cannot cover up the sound of fractures.

Both arms are useless, the prosthesis is broken, and the left leg is comminutedly fractured.

Liehai King, who couldn't exert any strength in his limbs, finally fell powerlessly in a pool of blood on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing.

But there was still no hint of timidity in his tired eyes.

The experience gained from fighting such inhuman things can be used for the next time.

His consciousness began to fade and a shadow enveloped his body.

"Goodbye to your human self, Lie."

After saying his parting words, the iron fist that was enough to penetrate the rhino's head was smashed down without mercy.

As for this punch, Liehai King had no way or means to block it.

But the next moment.

A thin, dry fist came forward.

"boom!!!!!"

A substantial wave of air appeared centered on a large and small fist, blowing away a pair of sunglasses and revealing a pair of eyes with a dangerous cold light.

The completely inhuman fist was suddenly blocked by a thin old man who suddenly appeared.

"Oh, this punch is so powerful."

The 146-year-old man chuckled, then took a step forward with extremely slow movements, and threw another "light" punch.

Then suddenly, there was a muffled sound like a missile exploding, and the monster that was making a blocking gesture was knocked backwards by the old man in front of him who was only half his height and could be said to be extremely thin.

The soles of his feet grabbed the ground and carved two ravines.

The monster glanced at the fist mark on his arm and looked forward.

"Guo Haihuang?"

"This voice... is it stupidly unique?"

The old man, who was standing a little hunched over with his hands behind his back, looked surprised.

He is the strongest person in the ancient country today, Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, and at the same time, he is also the teacher of the man who fell in a pool of blood behind him.

After hearing that King Rekai was going to challenge Miyamoto Musashi, he quickly flew to Japan, hoping to teach him high-level force-reducing techniques, increase his strength, and ensure that he could survive the battle with that man.

After getting off the plane, he took a taxi directly to the Shenxin Hall where King Lie Hai often stayed, but now...

It seems that some big accident happened.

Guo Haihuang thought like this when he looked at the monster in front of him, which he had never heard of even after living for two centuries.

Such a terrifying sense of oppression reminded him of the strongest creature on earth that he had fought against.

"......teacher?"

Liehai King, who was about to lose consciousness, said weakly.

"Stop talking and try to maintain your composure."

Squatting down, Guo Haihuang quickly and accurately tapped a few human acupuncture points to stop bleeding, and said in a deep and old voice.

"Although I still don't know what happened at the scene, but in short... I will leave everything to my master."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand knife struck at the side of his face, but he didn't feel any resistance or real impact.

Guo Haihuang, who was completely out of strength, followed the terrifying and huge force and quickly spun around in the air like a top for a few times, then directly used the powerful leg to whip the opponent away again.

Several broken scales stained with blood were scattered in the air.

The movements are all very natural, and there is no sense of stiffness from the muscles from beginning to end.

The human body, which is full of muscles and bones, seems to have turned into something like water and sponge. The name of such a magical technology is——

"Destroying force".

With the ultimate muscle relaxation of the whole body, the boxing principles that have been studied and understood for many years, and the experience accumulated over a hundred years, he has achieved complete immunity to the beatings and strength of others.

He also absorbed the force and released it to the point where a fist with no power could punch a huge dent as high as a person in the cement wall.

When it comes to "skills" alone, he has reached the pinnacle of ancient and modern times.

"......sharp."

The body that had been beaten backward slowly stood up straight, and the smoke-emitting face had begun to heal its injuries.

The monster slowly took up its posture, its iron fist pointed directly at the thin old man in front.

"It would be a pity if such martial arts and pure skills were cut off with old age and death. Therefore, Guo Haihuang, please become a part of my body, and I will accept all your memories." ”

"What are you talking about that is incomprehensible? You little boy."

Guo Haihuang frowned slightly. In order to get timely rescue for the injuries of his apprentice behind him, he had to deal with the monster in front of him as quickly as possible.

"I can live another hundred years, how can I die of old age so easily!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce battle beyond ordinary people's imagination broke out again in the dojo where corpses were everywhere.

And this kind of thing has already begun to happen everywhere in Tokyo.

Fan Ma Renya, who was exercising in his basement, looked at the pangolin with two heads dug out of the cement wall with astonishment. He unconsciously entered the highest level of alert, and the muscles behind it even showed a faint evil look. Ghost gesture.

Just after getting off the plane and passing by the alley, Jack Fanma, Fanma's half-brother and known as a born warrior, frowned and looked at the arakkoa in front of him who was a head taller than him, and silently took off his clothes. The coat was thrown aside.

In his own dojo, a short old man was quietly sipping tea. He was a master of Aikido named Shibukawa Takeki. He was known as the "Martial Saint", "the highest peak of modern martial arts", and " The nemesis of force.”

But now, he looked at the giant bear that was four meters tall and covered in cuticles that suddenly broke into his house, and silently put down the teacup in his hand.

And in an abandoned parking lot, a man named Kaoru Hanayama, Japan's number one fighting master, was facing countless deformed insects around him with his body covered with bruises.

Even on the top floor of a certain high-rise building, a man who inherited ancient sumo wrestling and was the second generation of Nomi Sumi, who just wanted to catch the wind, was weakly kneeling on the ground, his eyes were distracted and his fingers were all broken.

His grip was so strong that he could turn coal into diamonds, but now, he was defeated in the hands of the tauren in front of him.

As a strongman, he lost in the contest of strength.

"......not bad."

A hoarse voice sounded in his ears, a big hand was placed on his head, and dark tentacles dug into his temples.

Consciousness instantly fell into darkness.

There are countless such things. Every boxer in Tokyo was attacked by monsters almost at the same time and fell into a bitter battle.

But a man who did not belong to this era was calmly comprehending his swordsmanship as always.

He was in a bamboo forest, surrounded by the corpses of various strange creatures. The strong smell of blood spread, but it couldn't bring the slightest touch to the man.

A bamboo leaf fell and was cut into two halves instead of floating away on the sharp blade.

"It's been a long time since I got some good exercise."

Miyamoto Musashi, holding a pair of long and short swords, stood in a relaxed posture and said calmly.

The weapon in his hand was Tokugawa Mitsunari's once-unparalleled sword that he had rushed to fetch from the "Musashizuka" in Kumamoto last night——

"No inscription·Jin Zhong".

"Come out, there's no need to hide, your aura control skills are too poor."

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly turned his head and looked somewhere, his tone calm but determined.

"Oh oh oh, you are indeed the unparalleled Master Musashi~"

A figure holding a bloody blade came to Miyamoto Musashi in an instant, and struck directly with the sword.

"Qiang——!"

The two intertwined swords held the bloody blade firmly, and two conspicuous pits were made on the ground due to the unloading force.

The huge sound of metal collision and the sound of knives resounded through the bamboo forest.

Looking at the face of the person in front of him, Miyamoto Musashi was slightly stunned.

"I remember you are...Kyoichiro Sabe?"

"Oh oh oh, what an honor. I didn't expect that a weak person like me would be remembered by the unparalleled Lord Musashi!"

Listening to the slightly crazy tone in his ear, he stared at the other person's three inhuman eyes, his rejuvenated black hair and strong body, and...

This "special" power.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes began to change.

"After all, you are the first opponent Tokugawa brought to me after I came to this era. Of course, I still have an impression, although now it seems that both temperament and appearance have changed drastically... .Forget it, these things don’t matter.”

The muscles in his hands were tense to resist the opponent's increasing downward slashing force.

In Miyamoto Musashi's memory, the opponent was originally a waste who had not even reached the level of a swordsman and was not even qualified to let him take action.

And now, after not seeing each other for just two days, he has become so powerful? !

"Hey, Kyoichiro Sabe, although I'm still fighting, I would like to ask...where did your inhuman strength come from?"

"Oh, you want it too?"

Kyoichiro Sabe smiled crazily.

"Okay, just merge with me, or...eat me."

"Qiang————"

Suddenly, the next moment.

Crazy eyes glazed over.

A ferocious stab wound appeared on his chest, and blood continued to shoot out.

"How is this going?"

Kyoichiro Sabe muttered to himself in disbelief. At that moment, he didn't see clearly how he was beheaded.

At this time, the inhuman fighting spirit of Shura came from behind.

"That's it, I understand."

After sticking out his tongue and licking the blood stained on the saber, Miyamoto Musashi turned his head and looked at the prey in front of him, as if he had been on the battlefield, and smiled ferociously.