death of hope

Chapter 803 "Wild Growth" (219) Sloppy Sword Master VS Gene Monster
(This is completely different from what is written in the novel...)
Kondo Yae thought so and unscrewed the medicine bottle.

She swallowed several fast-acting stress-relieving and tranquilizing capsules in succession. As her heartbeat slowed down, her legs stopped shaking.

I recall the martial arts novels I read before, where the writers described martial arts masters.
He was handsome and elegant in white clothes. He would rather die than mess up his hair. He would never let his clothes get stained by a speck of dirt or a drop of blood.

The battle was resolved with gorgeous acrobatic moves. The winner was graceful and did not make a finishing move, while the loser fell slowly in the petals.

The whole process was painless and without wailing. The loser died peacefully, as if he was sleeping.
Everything is so elegant and moving, like a work of art.

Today, Kondo Yae witnessed a real battle, which was completely different from what was described in the novel.
What she saw was barbarity, cruelty, and no elegance at all.

In a real sword duel, a little underestimation of the enemy can lead to death.
Therefore, both sides would do whatever they could, and would not stop until they had chopped the other side into pieces.

The battle scene was like hell; heads were rolling everywhere, intestines were ripped open, arms and legs were flying everywhere... It was a hundred times more horrible than the illegal slaughterhouses she had visited...

The biochemical electrolytes surging in the body of the modified human being were more fishy and smelly than human blood, making her want to vomit.

But as a professional, she couldn't let herself down at this time and embarrass herself in front of her father and brother.
Kondo Yae remembered the teachings of his broadcasting teacher and tried to forget the horrible memories of the first two nightmares. He forced himself to think about the blue sky, sunshine, beach, and the laughing crowd...

Try to think of positive things.

After calming down, he said loudly:

“The third game!

Representative of Sannokai,
Battle Maid, Head Maid,

Naomi Fujiwara!
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showdown,

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Kyokushin Group Representative,
Director of Nagasaki Nagatake Budokan,

Martial Arts Normal School,

Samantabhadra showed ten stages of flow,
Sword Master;

Shimazu Seiichiro!
"

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As soon as the host finished speaking, the Kyokushin team's representative impatiently took off his long windbreaker, threw away his bamboo hat and ran into the competition circle;
This person is a tall, strong middle-aged man.

He looks unruly, unkempt, and dressed very casually;
He was wearing a loose-fitting martial arts uniform of a retro style, with a shiny wine gourd hanging from his belt.
A pair of bare hairy legs and dirty hairy feet wearing wooden clogs.

The buttons of the martial arts uniform were not fully buttoned, and the open collar revealed a hairy and muscular chest. The calves and arms were also covered with hair.

He had a fashionable 'Afro' hairstyle, and his face was red from alcohol and covered with thick stubble.

A pair of fan-shaped ears were pierced with gold and silver studs, and a pair of classic Ray-Ban sunglasses rested on his hooked nose.

The man's weapon was on his broad shoulders. It was a huge and heavy sword.

The blade has been finely polished to a mirror-like finish, and it shines brightly under the light. The square copper blade guard has some green rust.
The hilt of the knife is not tied with a traditional rope, but is wrapped with sweat-proof and non-slip fish skin. A decorative jade bead is hung at the end, engraved with "Tenth Level of Sword Skills", symbolizing his identity as a "Sword Saint".

Shimazu Seiichiro carried a Nodachi sword, holding the handle with one hand and picking his nose with the other.

He does not possess the aura of a master at all, and instead looks more like a drunkard wandering around the streets.

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"Hahaha!

Why did the other side send a big monkey up here?" Chen Xing laughed loudly:
"You're covered in hair. You've learned how to wear clothes before you evolve completely!"

"What a strong smell of alcohol." Chen Hong raised her nose and sniffed: "I can smell it from such a long distance. How much did this guy drink?"

"Haha, we in the Central Plains have Drunken Fist, so it's not too much for the Japanese to study 'Drunken Sword'."

"Axing, that guy has the title of 'Tenth Stage' Sword Master, isn't he very strong?" Tetsuya asked worriedly.

"Logically speaking... it should be very strong,
But young master, look, that guy is like a wild monkey or a beggar, hahaha! I am dying of laughter!" Chen Xing laughed so hard that he held his stomach. "Don't underestimate the enemy, you can't judge a person by his appearance." Saito Rinrinka reminded with a gloomy face:
"Satsuma Shigenryu is completely different from other swordsmanship schools in the East. Rather than fine techniques and mental training, this school focuses more on the training of momentum, speed and strength.

The masters of Satsuma Shigen-ryu often have a rough painting style, and it is not surprising that they are a bit sloppy and unkempt, like a homeless person. "

"Okay, I know the opponent is very strong, but how strong is our head maid?" Tetsuya asked.

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Chen Xing coughed, put away his smile and said seriously: "Naomi is the most unique among the three maids, and also the strongest.

Her transformation focus is not on machinery or AI intelligence, but entirely on genetic modification.
Naomi's specialties are 'resistance to blows' and 'regeneration ability'.
Their skin, muscles, and bones are tougher than those of ordinary people, and ordinary weapons will definitely not be able to cut them through easily.

Even if bones are broken or limbs are cut off, they can regenerate quickly and recover within 20 seconds."

"That's amazing," Yamagami Tetsuya nodded and said expectantly;

"In this way, she will be invincible in a war of attrition. Even you, Xing, will have a hard time beating her."

"Yes, even the strongest human masters will get tired and can't stand the constant regeneration and fighting.
But, I am not included in this~"

Chen Xing raised his chin high and said arrogantly:
"If that big monkey is considered a sword saint, then I am a sword immortal, a sword god~
My strength is unique, like a hidden boss.

With just a few moves, I can beat this maid to the point where she is completely annihilated and disappears into thin air, meeting the King of Hell~"

Saito Rinrin stuck out her tongue. "Ah Xing, you will die if you don't brag for a day, right?"

"I will die, but Sister Lin has to understand me~"

Chen Hong covered her mouth and laughed: "Brother is indeed capable, but he is too talkative~"

With a lively person like Chen Xing to liven up the atmosphere, Yamagami Tetsuya can also feel more relaxed;
"I hope Miss Naomi can bring us our first win."

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"Rest time is over!"

The host Kondo Yae raised his arm high and chopped down with his sword:

"The third game,

start! "

The monk swung his mallet and struck the gong:
"Boom~~"

The long gong sound echoed in the venue.

At this time, the audience was wondering about one thing: the Sannokai representatives were not equipped with weapons.

"Is she going to fight a sword with her bare hands?!"

"You are too arrogant. The opponent is a sword master!"

"No... Look!"

"Oh my god...it's really a monster..."

"What a pity, such a pretty girl..."

Amid the amazement of the audience, Fujiwara Naomi held her breath and closed her eyes. The artificial glands began to release a large amount of drugs, and her entire body began to mutate violently.
The maid's outfit was blown up by the expanding tissue, and her body size increased by more than two times. Her delicate hands turned into sharp claws, and her little feet mutated into hooves.
The doll-like beautiful face was distorted and mutated into an indescribable ghost face, with sharp canine teeth bared out, and huge bloodshot eyeballs proliferated all over the body.

Due to the rapid proliferation of muscles and bones, the skin could no longer hold it and was finally torn, exposing the body tissues.

There is no trace of human characteristics in Naomi Fujiwara.

The audience watched in horror as the beautiful battle maid mutated into an unspeakable beast.

Like a skinned gorilla...