Reaper's Ultimate Enhancement

Chapter 13
When fighting against a person with the title of Jianba, who is also the strongest swordsman in the contemporary era, how high is the possibility of not being cut by the opponent?
Anyway, the probability is so low that even if Kong Mo suddenly breaks out and learns to detoxify and abuse the opponent, or the Chinese team breaks into the World Cup and wins No. 1, it is impossible for this to happen.

Physical fitness, combat awareness, ability to control the sword, and the subtlety of the pace, no matter from which point of view, the gap between Kong Mo and the opponent is too big, even if his goal is not to defeat the opponent but to simply hit the opponent With one blow, this moment has also become an insurmountable moat.

It's like letting a baby who can't even walk defeat a special soldier in his prime, it's still beyond the scope of the word crazy.

"Ahhhhh!!"

In a moment of distraction, a wound appeared on Kong Ke's neck. If he hadn't tried his best to avoid a little distance at the last second, he would have been decapitated by a sword.

He swung his knife to block the opponent's three swords, and in the violent collision, sparks could be seen flashing and illuminating the opponent's figure. Not a trace of mess.

"Damn... this crazy woman..."

There is a big difference between Unohanaretsu's fighting style and Saraki Kenpachi's. Although both have the title of Kenpachi, this title simply refers to the role of "the strongest swordsman in the soul world". It's not that each of them has a straight-forward fighting style like Saragi Kenpachi.

From the point of view of Sora, from the former Uzhihua Yachiliu, and now Uzhihualiu, her fighting style can be called insidious and cunning, whether it is the usual means of concealing her murderous aura, or the frequent surprises in battle. The angle and timing of the knife, not to mention the "turning slash" in the teleportation that he is not even qualified to watch.

It's different from Kenpachi's straight-forward style of play, it's a majestic crush, even if you lose, you'll be convinced, but Uzhihuaretsu is different, you are hundreds of times stronger than you in every aspect, but you still have to play like a cat Rats kept opening wounds on him instead of delivering the decisive blow.

Of course, Kong Mo is also very thankful that he didn't have the brains to find Jianba to practice swords. Although Uzhi Hualie has some bad tastes, it is the only reason why he is still alive at this time.

Yes, there was no mercy in Jianba's battle. When Kongran decided to walk into the basement, he would no longer hold back his hands. This time the battle must either meet the opponent's requirements, or only die.

Even though Unohana Retsu used the same Zanpakuto in shallow form as himself, he didn't use the power of Hajime and Swastika, and he didn't use the captain-level Reiatsu, but it was just a few low-level huidao of a sword. The way of ghosts drove Kong Moe to a desperate situation.

The body is trembling constantly, it seems that he can't even hold the knife steadily, his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and he can hardly see the flashing sparks clearly. This is a physiological reaction caused by a large amount of blood loss. I don't have much time for myself.

As for whether he regretted coming here, Kong Mo asked himself, but when he thought of the upcoming events, he became firm again.

Kong Ke is not a person who is afraid of death, although the reason he told even the closest Madarame Jiuguizi is "I don't want to be cannon fodder." In fact, only he himself knows that he is quite yearning for those crazy adventures.

From this point of view, he is somewhat similar to people like Saraki Ken Hachimata. He is indeed not afraid of death. What he is afraid of is being a cannon fodder, a passerby without strength, and even incapable of participating in the big event that is about to happen. middle.

Therefore, even if he can live in peace as a god of death, he still has to go crazy to find Unohanaretsu to learn the chopping technique. His purpose is not to save his life, but to get a ticket to participate in the adventure.

"How much blood do you have left? You will only die slowly if you keep defending like this."

Uo no Hana Lie's voice rang in his ears again, but Kong Mo, who heard the wind, subconsciously slashed towards the position beside him.

bump!
Another spark burst out, and Kong Ke saw the opponent's figure again.

"I guess more than half of the blood in my body has been drained?" Kong Mo asked suddenly

"As a member of the Healing Team, you should know what that means." Unozhihua Lie cut down again without stopping.

"Ah, yes, it's clear." After dodging the knife with great effort, Kong Mo felt as if his legs were filled with lead.

"Anyway, there isn't much blood left, so it doesn't matter if you get a few more stabs?"

He said something without thinking, which made Uzhihualie stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to express.

"Sister Hua, don't make it sound like you are the only one who learned the Dao for better fighting."

"Actually, the reason why I joined the fourth team and worked hard to learn the knowledge of Dao and human anatomy is similar to your original intention." A crazy smile suddenly appeared on Kong Ke's face.

"Pray, Poem of Plague!"

Following Sora's words, the samurai sword in his hand has undergone a huge change. The whole Zanpakutō has turned into a dark red color, and the blade has become extremely thin and sharp, even at the thinnest position. It is almost translucent, the handle and the sword are melted together and turned into a strange ring connected to the blade, and the whole knife that is placed on the right index finger of the empty hole is less than [-] centimeters in length at this time , even less than half the length before the beginning, but it presents an extremely dangerous arc and sharpness.

"Well, if you want to talk about the difference, it's probably because you want to keep yourself alive in the battle, but I want to ensure that you won't kill yourself."

Holding up the Poetry of Epidemic in his hand, Kong Ke stabbed himself on the body without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)