I was invincible in the dungeon with a funny character skill

Kurusu quickly retreated to create distance and prevent being attacked. After taking two steps back and resetting his stance, he advanced again, this time intending to take the initiative.

"Alright, we can see that Kurusu is taking the initiative. His goal is very direct, wanting to cut off the Kabane's limbs or neck, thus restricting its movements."

"The Kabane lunged, but it missed! This is bad! This time the distance is even closer than before, the Kabane is done for!"

Just as Wang Xiaoming said, Kujo Kurusu dodged the Kabane's attack and then launched his own attack. He even felt a little excited hearing Wang Xiaoming's words; it was Wang Xiaoming's recognition of him!

However, miraculously, even though the Kabane had already fallen to the ground, and a strike from him would definitely cut something off, just as the blade was about to make contact, the Kabane suddenly twitched and used the steel membrane on its back to block the blow.

He had aimed this strike with certainty, so he gripped the sword with both hands and put a lot of force into it. As a result, when he struck the steel membrane, the vibration made his hands hurt, and the blade even became slightly chipped.

"He missed! He actually missed! Kurusu's sure-hit attack was evaded by the Kabane!"

Kurusu endured the pain caused by the vibration in his hands, his face somewhat darkened. Just now, listening to Wang Xiaoming's words, he had felt that Wang Xiaoming really recognized him, but now his mind was filled with anger.

Dude! Just stop talking!

However, Wang Xiaoming didn't know what he was thinking and continued his commentary. Throughout the battle, it was clear that this Kabane was a weak one; it wasn't a Wazamono, and because its entire body was wrapped in cotton cloth, its movements were very slow. But even with such a slow-moving Kabane, Kujo Kurusu, an elite samurai, couldn't hit its joints. Every time he struck, he hit the steel membrane.

Originally, the other samurai watching from outside had been cheering and encouraging Kurusu, seeing how easily he handled the situation at first. But later, watching Kurusu's attacks go awry every time—or rather, accurately hitting the steel membrane—they couldn't help but cover their faces; they couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Eventually, after each swing of Kurusu's sword, he could hear a chorus of sighs from outside.

How frustrating!

Kurusu's anger inside was growing, but he just couldn't hit the Kabane. After fighting for a full ten minutes...

Creak—

The iron gate at the edge of the fence was opened, and Kujo Kurusu walked out of the enclosure holding a pile of chipped and nicked samurai swords. He lowered his head, his eyes devoid of light, and walked blankly to the steps beside him, then plopped down, looking silently at the samurai sword in his hand. His mentality had collapsed.

In his usual training and sparring with other samurai, he was always the victor. He could even defeat several samurai simultaneously with ease. But today, he couldn't even handle an ordinary Kabane.

His own sword had chipped in several places and had a few nicks due to frequent collisions with the steel membrane. His hands were also red. Was this the strength he had gained from training with the samurai? He couldn't even defeat an ordinary Kabane. It was truly laughable.

"Kurusu, are you alright?"

Ayame walked up behind Kurusu, looking at the dejected Kurusu, and couldn't help but ask.

"Ayame-sama, am I too weak?"

"No, Kurusu, you are not weak at all. Among the samurai at Aragane Station, you are the strongest."

"But the strongest me can't even defeat the most ordinary Kabane. Doesn't that count as weak? Or are we samurai actually too weak?"

"No, I think it's not that the samurai are too weak, but that there's something wrong with the situation."

"What's wrong with the situation?"

Kurusu raised his head and looked at Ayame, his face full of confusion.

"Although it sounds a little strange, it might be because you were inside the enclosure at the time, so you weren't clear about it. Now that you're outside the enclosure, you should know soon."

Ayame didn't know what to say, she could only tell him to see for himself.

"Someone else will enter the enclosure to fight the Kabane later. You'll know when you see it."

86. The Upper Limit of Poisonous Milk Ability

Coming out of the enclosure, Kujo Kurusu's mentality had collapsed; he felt like a useless piece of trash. But after Ayame's comforting words, he recovered some of his composure, and then followed behind Ayame, came to Kajika's side, and joined the group watching the battle.

Just like Ayame said, when he was inside, he was focused on the battle and didn't pay much attention. But after watching from the outside, the feeling was different.

Because outside, in addition to watching the samurai and Kabane fight inside the enclosure, a large part of his attention was also given to Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting there giving commentary.

He didn't have the mind to listen to Wang Xiaoming's commentary when he was inside for a long time, but after coming out, he had no choice but to listen.

Then he discovered something was wrong. Standing with Ayame, he watched all the details of the battle inside, and also listened to all the details of Wang Xiaoming's commentary.

He found that the Kabane inside was actually not strong. From the outside, he would even feel that the Kabane's movements were slow, and its movement speed was far inferior to that of the samurai who usually trained. But whenever the samurai began to attack, especially when the Kabane had no way to resist, as long as Wang Xiaoming spoke, especially when words like "It's done for!" "It's over!" "It's finished!" appeared, the Kabane would suddenly become agile and dodge the attacks.

No wonder Ayame-sama said just now that it felt a little strange. This was no longer strange, this was already eerie!

Kujo Kurusu regained a lot of his somewhat collapsed mentality, especially when he was watching other samurai suffer inside as an outsider, he even felt some joy in his heart.

No! How could he have such a mentality! He was a samurai, and participating in this training was to uphold the dignity of the samurai. How could he be happy when watching his colleagues, who were also samurai, suffer!

But listening to the commentary constantly coming out of Wang Xiaoming's mouth next to him, he couldn't help it. Especially the other samurai around him, one by one, changed from their original expectations to regret, and finally even laughed happily. A smile couldn't help but appear on Kujo Kurusu's face as well.

Well, it's really not my fault, everyone is laughing, I can only laugh along with them.

The training that had originally started for the sake of so-called dignity ended up with the samurai betting on who could be the first to kill this Kabane. This one Kabane became a roadblock for all the samurai. Every person who went in failed to defeat it. No one could hit it, which was very outrageous.

In order to speed things up, Wang Xiaoming reduced the time from ten minutes per person at the beginning to three minutes per person. Three minutes, even the 12th floor of the abyss can be cleared, it shouldn't be a problem to just let you cut a Kabane, right?

But even so, no samurai could pass the test.

The result was that more than a hundred samurai in the lord's mansion spent a whole day, one by one, even with a lunch break in the middle, but no one could cut this Kabane.

With Wang Xiaoming's help, this Kabane completed a hundred-plus kill streak!

In the evening, after completing the arrangement for all the samurai to experience a battle, Wang Xiaoming himself entered the enclosure and directly kicked the Kabane back into the iron cage where it was held, announcing the end of today's training.

All the samurai who had been watching had taken the stage once, and even Kajika himself couldn't help but try it once, and the result was the same as the other samurai.

Watching Wang Xiaoming easily kick the Kabane into the iron cage, their expressions were complicated. They felt that their previous training had been in vain, and they were even more afraid of Wang Xiaoming, because Wang Xiaoming was not only strong in combat, able to knock out a small samurai with one punch and destroy a Fuso city with one cannon, but also able to directly control others with his mouth.

According to some samurai who failed the challenge, when they wanted to cut the Kabane, as long as they heard Wang Xiaoming's voice, they would feel that something was wrong with their body, but they couldn't say exactly what was wrong. The result was that the sword was swung askew. In this feudal society-dominated Japan, Kabane could be described as curses, so they naturally believed in some ghost and god theories.

So Wang Xiaoming was also logically said by these samurai in their hearts to be a ghost and god who could manipulate people.

Wang Xiaoming was also very satisfied with this. He was also using these samurai to test his skills. The Kabane was caught by himself outside the city using the passive skill to reduce his sense of existence, and then let the samurai train with the Kabane. It was indeed training, but it was also trying to see the extent to which his poisonous milk ability could be poisonous.

Judging from the training level of these hundred-plus samurai today, this 'poison milk' ability is unexpectedly good. To some extent, it can even be said to be a power based on rules, just like my ability to reduce my presence. It's also a rule-level ability—as long as I can say it, I can really 'milk' it into existence.

Wang Xiaoming's satisfactory result is that, in the next few days, these samurai will continue to fight this Kabane, while Wang Xiaoming explains from the sidelines. He constantly tries the upper limit of his 'poison milk' ability, such as 'milking' a person's sword to break, 'milking' sudden rain from the sky causing the samurai to slip, or even 'milking' lightning to strike someone.

In short, it's all kinds of experiments. The result of the experiments is that this 'poison milk' cannot create something from nothing, but it can create trouble out of thin air.

He can't make it suddenly rain, and he can't make it suddenly thunder, but he can 'poison milk' any existing object, or even humans themselves. This also allows Wang Xiaoming to become more familiar with the scope and rules of using the 'poison milk' ability.

These days, the samurai suffered heavy losses. Either they suddenly twisted their ankles, or they suddenly had hand cramps, or their swords suddenly broke. In short, it was all kinds of small losses, while this Kabane remained strong. Apart from the steel membrane on its chest and back being slashed countless times, it suffered no damage!

In the midst of such training, a week passed, and a new Hayajiro arrived at Aragane Station.

Because of Wang Xiaoming's order, any new Hayajiro entering Aragane Station needs to stop and wait for notification. The drawbridge must not be lowered immediately. Therefore, when this new Hayajiro arrived, it couldn't enter the city immediately and could only wait on the bridge outside the city.

The samurai who received the request to enter the city didn't lower the drawbridge. Instead, after receiving the request, they immediately notified the city lord's mansion, informing Wang Xiaoming in the city lord's mansion.

"Lord Xiaoming, the Kotetsu-jo of the rebel Biba Amatori has arrived outside the city!"

The one who came was Biba Amatori, whom Wang Xiaoming had been waiting for a long time.

"So, he's finally here."

87. Federal Police Officer Wang Xiaoming Appears Again

"Lord Xiaoming, what do you plan to do with Biba Amatori?"

On the way to the station, Kagetoki followed Wang Xiaoming, asking him for instructions. The samurai from the city lord's mansion also followed behind them. This was a full-force attack, all for the sake of eliminating Biba Amatori.

"Lord Xiaoming, I think this kind of rebel should be beheaded directly!"

"No, I think he should be handed over to the general, so that the general can announce his crimes to the whole country."

"Silence! It's not your place to speak on this matter. Lord Xiaoming will make all the decisions!"

The samurai's opinions were all suppressed by Kagetoki. He knew that Wang Xiaoming already had his own ideas, and it was useless for them to say more.

"Lord Xiaoming."

Kagetoki asked Xiaoming as they walked.

"Later, let their Kotetsu-jo enter the city, let their people come down, and then tie them all up with iron chains and lock them up. Lock everyone up, don't let anyone go, understand?"

"Understood!"

Kagetoki nodded, then turned around to give instructions to the samurai behind him. These samurai had been battered by Wang Xiaoming's Kabane these days, and now they were eagerly seeking a victory to prove that they were not useless.

They couldn't beat the Kabane controlled by Wang Xiaoming's strange curse, but they could surely beat Biba Amatori!

Therefore, this group of samurai felt that they had to perform well, especially Kurusu. In his eyes, for the sake of the samurai's honor, he was determined to beat up this Biba Amatori!

A group of people rushed to the station aggressively. Wang Xiaoming went up to the city wall alone, took a look at the Kotetsu-jo outside the drawbridge, confirmed that it was indeed Biba's train, and signaled Kagetoki to let them in.

Kagetoki nodded to the samurai on the drawbridge. The drawbridge was activated and slowly lowered.

The people on the Kotetsu-jo saw the drawbridge being lowered and started the Kotetsu-jo again. The huge Hayajiro slowly entered Aragane Station.

After the Kotetsu-jo entered the station, Kagetoki waved his hand.

"Raise the drawbridge, misalign the iron blocks in front of the Kotetsu-jo to prevent it from running away. Everyone else, surround the Kotetsu-jo and thoroughly investigate every corner, don't let anyone go! Everyone, put on protective gear to prevent infection!"

"Yes!"

More than a hundred samurai brought from the city lord's mansion, plus the people working on the walls and inside the station, all armed themselves and surrounded the Kotetsu-jo tightly. This made Biba, who had been observing the situation outside from inside the Kotetsu-jo, frown.

"What's going on? What are those guys outside doing?"

"Lord Biba, the situation outside is a bit strange."

"That's Kagetoki. He should recognize me. Why would he suddenly bring so many people?"

"So many people, it doesn't look like they're here to welcome us, Lord Biba."

"The drawbridge has already been raised, and the tracks in front have also been completely misaligned. The Kotetsu-jo is now in a dilemma. We can only go down."

Biba's subordinates reported the situation to Biba. From the looks of it, it was terrible. They were being driven into a dead end.

"Except for the train crew, everyone get off the train and prepare to fight. Look for an opportunity to lower the drawbridge. The train crew maintains pressure. Once the drawbridge is lowered, immediately pull the Kotetsu-jo out."

In the current situation, they couldn't release the Kabane, because there weren't many Kabane on the train, and there were too many samurai outside. Even if all the Kabane were released, they wouldn't be able to kill everyone here at once. They would definitely suffer casualties. This didn't suit their current situation. They could only rely on themselves to get out first, think of a way to escape the current predicament, and then consider retaliating against Aragane Station.

"Follow me."

Biba Amatori held his gun. Yes, this was a special gun, with a bayonet in front of the gun, a bit like the Arisaka rifle.

Biba walked in the front, his subordinates followed behind, all armed with weapons, fully prepared for battle.

However, as soon as they came out of the Kotetsu-jo's door, they saw a pile of steam guns pointing at them, which made them a little nervous.

Although they were all Kabaneri, and their physical abilities had broken through the limits of ordinary people, they were still ultimately within the human realm. They would still die if they were hit. With so many guns, and at such a close distance, they wouldn't be able to dodge even if they could fly.

"You people getting off the train, listen up! Put down your weapons, raise your hands, and kneel on the ground!"

Wang Xiaoming recognized that the leader was Biba, because in this world, only his hair was fuchsia, it was just too easy to recognize.

Therefore, after Biba came out, Wang Xiaoming immediately took out his pistol. Yes, he reluctantly took out his magic stone pistol, and once again transformed into a federal police officer.

"I have absolutely no interest in what the hell your name is, quickly put down your weapon and kneel on the ground with your hands on your head, you sissy who is obviously a man but keeps long hair!"

#!!!

Wang Xiaoming's standard federal police speech made almost all the samurai present have # signs popping up on their foreheads, because almost all of them had long hair. In feudal Japan, they kept topknots, this wave directly targeted everyone!

"You..."

Biba was also very angry, several hash marks also popped up on his forehead. The subordinates behind him couldn't wait to rush up and chop Wang Xiaoming, but he forcefully stopped them. He took a deep breath, smiled again, and looked at Wang Xiaoming with an elegant posture.

"Your city...."

Chih—

The gunshot rang out, and the magic beam directly penetrated Biba's brow.

Chih chih chih—

Then it was the throat, the heart, and even the liver.

In a short second, Biba was directly shot four times. Considering that it was a magic stone pistol, it would take dozens of consecutive shots to empty the magazine, which was a bit unnecessary. Therefore, after Wang Xiaoming determined that these four shots could guarantee that Biba would definitely not survive, he stopped.

Everyone present was stunned. Although the samurai on Wang Xiaoming's side knew that they were going to kill Biba, they didn't expect Wang Xiaoming to directly open fire without saying a word, or even letting Biba speak.

And Biba's side was even more needless to say.

"Lord Biba!!"

The people behind Biba caught Biba's falling body, and then let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Open fire! Kill them!"