The Divine Power of Comprehensive Comics

A man who was less than 1.7 meters tall stepped forward and grabbed the man in a black suit by the collar.

"You guy!!"

"The clothes are all messed up."

He looked at his expensive suit expressionlessly.

This arrogant behavior made passers-by instantly angry.

"Hey, you are so tastefully dressed in these clothes. It's really annoying. You still have a pale face. Now you look like you are dead——"

"You said...I will die...?"

In the man's eyes, the red eyes of the man in black suit who was grabbed by him opened to the limit in an instant, and the red glare and bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.

Bang————! ! !

"Uh-huh!!"

The speed was so fast that only the afterimage could be seen. The raised right arm had hit the latter's face in an instant. The terrifying force directly broke his head and exploded, leaving his eyes blank. , splashing brain matter, incomplete brain, scarlet blood, hit the wall at this moment.

Looking at the headless body in front of him, the man raised his right arm and reached out to grab it. The headless body, which was still gushing blood, quickly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the man who licked the corner of his mouth raised his face, letting the light in the darkness shine on his face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I am a creature that is infinitely close to perfection. How could I die? It's impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible!!!"

The "death" that he had been avoiding in his mind countless times was mentioned by a human, which made Onimusuji Mumei let out a low voice in anger.

After a brief period of loss of control.

He once again regained his original calm expression, ignored the shriveled body on the ground, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

"Master Wuhan!"

The ghost who walked out of the shadows was kneeling behind him with respect.

"What was the name of the ghost hunter who went to the city last time?"

After hearing this, the latter immediately replied respectfully.

"The boy who uses [Thunder Breath] is named Xia Qing, and the girl who is traveling with him is named Zhen Jian. Among them, there is something strange about that boy."

"what happened?"

"The swordsman named Xia Qing can use special abilities that are comparable to the sun's rays, and he also has invisible power that even Master Tongmo can't resist. The first ability, although I don't know if it is the method of breathing, but Even the blood ghost technique of Mr. Tong Mo, the "winding ghost" who met him two years ago, was easily resolved by him, and the recovery speed of the injury caused by the swordsman's sword became very fast. slow."

Hearing this, Oniwu Tsujimu frowned.

"In other words, is it possible that the boy inherited that guy's breathing method..."

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The person he is talking about is naturally the strongest swordsman in history who once forced him to a dead end, and the founder of the "Breath of the Sun".

If the other party really inherits [Breath of the Sun], then it must be eliminated before it grows up!

With this conclusion in his mind, Kibutsuji Muzan continued.

"What about the second ability? Is it just pure strength?"

"This... there is no sign that he has used it yet..."

"If that's the case... then send a subordinate to test out all his power."

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan's mouth.

"Go and inform the windlass of Xia Xian II and ask him to kill the young man named Xia Qing the next time he goes out."

"Yes! Master Wuhan!"

After responding immediately, the ghost immediately disappeared into the shadows.

Silence returned to the dim alley again, and Oniwu Tsuji turned around and walked towards the bustling street with colorful lights.

Only a shriveled corpse was left, proving how horrific a scene had happened here.

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After releasing the pigeons, Xia Qing waited in [Taoshan] for two full weeks, but he didn't see even a single bird feather.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, I knew I couldn't leave this matter to pigeons!"

Xia Qing was a little unhappy and punched a tree trunk surrounded by dead people.

Bang——!

Each punch left a deep mark on the tree trunk, but this was only a case of him controlling his strength.

With each controlled punch, the whole tree would make an unbearable creaking sound.

Bang——!

The scorching sun was in the sky, and Xia Qing was sweating profusely. After seeing Xia Qing exercising in this way, Zhuo Yue and my wife Shanyi both thought that this was the secret to Xia Qing becoming stronger, so Zhuo Yue became very interested. Start punching the tree in the same way.

But even though his fists drew blood, he couldn't shake the big tree in front of him at all.

Zenitsu, on the other hand, stood behind him and watched with dull eyes as Yu Yue beat the tree trunk as if to vent his anger.

A big "?" seemed to appear on his head at this moment.

Time passed little by little, and Zenitsu and Yugaku had been called by Kuwashima Jigoro to continue the daily torturous training. However, they were already feeling tired now and did not know that they would wait a few years. .

They will then embark on Xia Qing's level of training, practice breathing techniques under waterfalls, and fight with wild beasts in the mountains or crocodiles in the river...

Of course, this will all happen in the future, so let’s not mention it now.

Click————!

The tree trunk surrounded by the three people facing Xia Qing made an overwhelming sound at this moment, and then fell backwards, making a dull thump after touching the ground.

boom--! ! !

For a moment, the ground shook slightly at this moment.

Xia Qing, on the other hand, shook his black hair that had grown past his ears, and shed his sweat on the ground, seeping into the soil.