Comprehensive comic, hope in another world!

sunlight!

Blood Moon!

Devil!

Everything in the entire world is almost turned into ashes under the sun!

"Breath of the Sun·Type No. 13·Dance of the Sun Disk!"

"This time, Type No. 13 is flawless. All the sword skills of Breath of the Sun are truly mine from now on."

Takema Kirizhi looked at the resurrected Shang Xian San Yi Wo Zuo and asked:

"What about you? Haven't you made a breakthrough under such a terrifying sword?"

Hearing Zhujian Wuzhi's inquiry, Shang Xian San Yi Wo Zuo actually closed his eyes and grinned with indescribable enthusiasm.

"I have also achieved the highest realm [Transparency to the World]!"

[Transparent World] is a world, or a state, that can only be seen after working hard, enduring pain, and making the mind transparent.

People who enter this state can concentrate and close the redundant sense organs, so that the body of the creature looks transparent, and can see through the condition of the opponent's body, so as to observe the blood vessel flow in the opponent's lungs, the contraction of the muscles and The degree of activity of the internal organs, etc., so as to predict and perceive the actions of the opponent, so that the speed of action, the ability to predict and avoid attacks have been significantly improved.

To put it simply, this is the ultimate sublimation of the senses, the ultimate control, and the ultimate extension.

Those who master the transparent world can not only hide their grudges according to their own needs, but also speed up their own perception, making the enemy's actions seem to slow down, and the enemy's actions are almost no secrets in their eyes.

Yiwozuo has practiced hard for thousands of years, and finally he entered this supreme realm after experiencing the death of the No. 13 sword skill of Takema Kirizhi.

Sitting in the Yiwo seat, the left hand is fisted at the side of the waist, the right hand is pushed in front of the palm, and the martial arts starting posture of lunging into a horse is taken, and the eyes are burning at Takejian Wuzhi:

"Bamboo Misty Branches."

"You are indeed the strongest swordsman I have seen in 300 years."

"I have a good suggestion, how about joining us and becoming a ghost...?"

"Humans! There are always weaknesses! The human body is nothing but a burden. Life, time, talent, everything is so limited and insignificant."

"Takejian Kirizhi, tell me quickly... you are going to become a ghost!"

These 33 days of fighting made Yi Wozuo extremely appreciative and obsessed with Zhujian Wuzhi.

"Listen to me, accept the blood of Master Muzan! As long as you become a ghost and have 300 years, 200 years... No, maybe as long as it takes another 100 years, you can hone all your skills to the pinnacle! By that time When the time comes, your martial arts will be better than mine, and you will be stronger than Wuhan, and even all humans and ghosts!"

"Come on, spend endless time honing your strongest martial arts skills like me!"

"If an idiot like you dares to claim yourself, Metkai and Metdai will cry to death." Kirie Takema coldly rejected the proposal.

"Today, I will show you what human potential is!"

But in response, Takema Kirie threw away the Nichirin Sword and let out a low shout:

"Eight Gate Dunjia, open it for me!"

The opening of two doors in succession allowed the momentum of Takema Kirizhi, who was at the level of the 'step-son', to completely overwhelm Yiwozuo.

He clenched his hands into fists and looked at the third string, Yiwo Seat.

"Guess which door I open will kill you with one punch?"

One person and one ghost, the eyes of both sides collided silently, and a new round of fighting, unique to melee martial arts, began!

Volume 47: Chapter [-] Transformation, it is better to be human (fourth update)

The seventy-day Tsukuyomi world is fleeting.

In the fights again and again, Takema Kirizhi has become able to skillfully open and close the "fourth door".

At the same time, Takema Kirie also gained the supreme realm of martial arts [Transparent World].

When Takema Kiri was exposed to the "Transparent World" for half a month, all the mysteries of the previously slow exploration of the supreme realm seemed to be revealed in Takema Kiri's mind with incomparable clarity. In front of Zhi's eyes.

"Breath of the Sun·Type No. 13!"

"Eight Gates Dunjia·Fourth Gate!"

"Supreme Realm·Transparent World!"

Kirie Takema got what she wanted from the experience baby and whetstone of "Shang Xian San·Yi Wo Zao".

At the same time, Takema Kirizhi also completely completed a transformation!

Using the real usage method of [Tsukiyomi], a real fight between the two sides was constructed, making up for the shortcomings of Takema Kirie's strength and physique, but lack of experience and skills.

From ninjutsu, to physical skills, sword skills, to the experience of life and death fighting, he has reached the current relative perfection.

From now on, if anyone thinks that Takema Kirie is a ninja who can release wood escape and wants to assassinate him at close range...

Takema Kirie's sword No. 13 in his left hand, his fourth armor punch in his right hand, and the supreme domain [Transparent World] are enough to beat the opponent's mother even if he doesn't know him.

Zhujian Wuzhi can guarantee:

If you encounter a "golden flash" on the battlefield, the flying thunder god will come over and shoot balls.

Then, he can cut the opponent down to 13 yuan at this moment!

Although Takema Kirizhi does not have a useless buff like stripes, the Eight Gate Dunjia is a powerful blessing for a super model.

His martial arts skills are not at the level of Enichi Tsukuni, and he is no longer qualified to fight Takema Kirie.

After realizing what he had gained, this time the satisfied Takema Kirizhi did not continue to do anything. He looked at the upper string three, Yiwo Seat, and said seriously:

"Yi Wo Zuo, thank you for helping me complete a transformation."

"Although I never like to talk too much to ghosts, this time, in return, I decided to help you find yourself and wake you up completely."

Having said that, under Yiwozuo's confused eyes, Takema Kirizhi canceled [Tsukiyomi].

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after a while

real world

The cool moonlight shines on the road at night.

Under the bright moonlight, a young man surrounded by light green energy was holding down an evil ghost and beating it violently.

While beating the evil spirit under him into a human shape, he shouted angrily:

"Are you worthy of being called the ultimate martial artist?!"

"A fool who has been stagnant for hundreds of years and has not made any physical progress is worthy of despising human beings?"

The violent fists fell on Yiwozuo, and he was completely unable to withstand it. He tried to exchange injuries for injuries, but the corner of his clothes that could not be hit was like a living sandbag, being beaten continuously!

"Knowing pain, injury, and death is the driving force for human progress!"

"In order to reduce the damage, we will hone our skills."

"In order to increase our lethality, we study boxing, swordsmanship, and various techniques!"

"Humans have honed their martial arts so far in order to live a better life, to survive! In order to be able to kill giant tigers with this fragile body!"

"who are you?"

Zhujian Wuzhi stopped punching, grabbed Yiwozuo's collar, and asked angrily:

"You have practiced for hundreds of years, but you still have to temper yourself under my life and death before you can enter the highest realm!"

"Hundreds of years of training in skills? Has it turned into this ghostly appearance?!"

"You have practiced martial arts for hundreds of years, why is your body still stagnant?!!"

"The limits of the body cannot be broken through, the limits of martial arts are stagnant, and the life and death of those who practice martial arts are actually manipulated and toyed with by others..."

Takema Kirie's pair of blood-colored kaleidoscopes seemed to be able to look directly into the opponent's soul, and issued the final question:

"Yi Wo Zuo! Tell me: Do you deserve to be called a warrior like this?!!"

"Haven't you ever thought...

——Why did you develop this martial arts? ! "

Shangxian San Yiwozuo, who was originally struggling wildly, fell into silence.

Even if he doesn't hesitate to become a ghost, and he doesn't hesitate to spend so much time, what is the martial arts he has developed?

"In order to become stronger..."

"I want to get stronger, get stronger!"

He answered subconsciously.

"But...why do I want to become stronger?"

"Because...because...if I don't get stronger, I can't bring it back. I can't bring the medicine back to my father."

At this point, he froze in place.

That's right, if you don't become strong, you won't be able to steal money. If you don't become strong, you won't be able to fight back when you encounter retaliation. If you don't become strong, you will be sent to the government to have a tattoo of a sinner on your body.

If he doesn't become stronger, his seriously ill father will die.

That was the only thought of 11-year-old Komaji.

But his father still died because he hanged himself after hearing that he had stolen money to treat his illness.

[Komaji, I’m sorry to cause you any trouble.But I haven’t thought about living long enough to let my son become a thief.You can come back again. Please live this life with integrity! 】

This is my father's suicide note before he died.

But he didn't correct himself. He was tattooed with expulsion tattoos and lived elsewhere, making a living by fighting with adults on the street.

I thought that my whole life would continue to rot like this, until I met them.

"You have good skills, be my disciple!"

That's what the Sushin-ryu uncle said. Needless to say, he beat himself up at that time and praised his name to help him transform himself.

Just like that, he took him back and became his disciple. As a result, he was the only disciple in this uncle's dojo, and he had to go out and work for others to fill his stomach.

My master prepared a room, provided clothes and food for me as a prisoner. Of course, as an obligation, I had to take care of his daughter, Miss Lianxue, who was seriously ill in bed.

Taking care of a seriously ill girl is very troublesome, but she has long been accustomed to this kind of trouble. After all, she has never seen her mother since she was a child, and she has always taken care of her father who is seriously ill in bed.

"But is it really okay to let a prisoner take care of your daughter?"

"It doesn't matter, I have beaten you as a sinner. After you are reborn, you will be a new one!" That's what he said at that time.

That was his happiest time, and he lived like this until he was 18 years old. He fell in love with the girl he was taking care of, and his master agreed to marry Miss Lianxue to him.

And when he happily returned to pay homage to his father's grave, what awaited him when he returned to the dojo... was hell.

A disciple from a neighboring dojo who was jealous of his master poisoned the well. The master died, and so did Lianxue.

It's useless to always be away from important people when they are in danger, just like a Komatsu!

We obviously agreed to watch next year’s fireworks with Lianxue

He clearly promised to become stronger than anyone else

He clearly promised to protect this sick girl for the rest of his life.

As a result, I didn't complete any of them, and I was just a weakling who was quick to talk.

After killing everyone in the poisoning dojo, he met the man like a walking zombie and was turned into a ghost.

So it turns out that I lost my human self and turned into a ghost, still pursuing a stronger self. There is nothing I want to protect anymore. I don’t want to continue to live aimlessly, but I do it over and over again. Hundreds of years of killing...

What a tragic, funny, and boring story.

He has little endurance and often gives up on himself. He kills people with his "guarding fist" and blood-stains his master's important boxing techniques. He also fails to abide by his father's last words.

The martial arts skills that I honed in order to protect my family...actually turned into a murder weapon...

He couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this moment, Shang Xian San Yi Wo Zuo's body as a ghost began to collapse.

"I lost..."