Human account is forced to full level

Instantly snatching away the weapon and knocking the stunned opponent unconscious, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the strange "short stick" in his hand, and didn't care that the people behind him sneaked up and bound his neck.

"Caught you!"

The policeman shouted with muscle and veins in his arms, and there was a hint of confidence in his voice.

You know, he is a judo black...

"Bam—"

Withdrawing the left hand that had struck the opponent's lower abdomen, Miyamoto Musashi glanced blankly at the middle-aged man who was holding his right wrist tightly with both hands, and the middle-aged man with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, turned the opponent's head in a circle and said The face hit the ground hard.

At this time, five more policemen rushed over. They surrounded each other cautiously, with anger in their eyes because of the fallen colleagues.

Then, they slowly moved closer, and then swarmed up at the same time, trying to subdue them directly by relying on numbers and reducing the space where the opponent can dodge.

But in an instant, two more people lost consciousness and fell to the ground following the pain in their jaws.

And the remaining three people who couldn't see what happened, also tensed up and bit the bullet.

But whether it was judo grappling, joint restraint, or modern fighting techniques such as boxing and back throw, none of them had the slightest effect.

Ignoring the few people who fell on the ground, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the rest of the people who were still rushing towards him, with a trace of impatience showing on his plain face.

Although they were not threatening, the strength of these people seemed to him to be no different from that of children, but this did not mean that he could always tolerate such inexplicable attacks.

Especially when he saw another strong man.

What could have been regarded as a playful behavior, now looks more like a provocation and insult.

As a result, two thick arms full of scars were slowly lifted up, empty-handed.

Under the astonished gazes of passers-by, two somewhat translucent illusory swords were formed out of thin air, and then...

"Chong-"

In less than five seconds, a dozen batons were all chopped off by the invisible blade and fell to the ground.

With the swing of the arm, there will be a huge sound of air vibration, mixed with a strange sound like a sharp knife cutting through the cloth armor and flesh.

20 seconds later.

The strong man who fell to the ground was almost thirty, and the only one who was still standing was the one who was the slowest sprinter.

Putting away his posture, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the man in front of him who was trembling, but he did not run away, and he was not interested in continuing to fight with them. Instead, he strode forward, raised his right hand, and planned to knock him out with a knife other side.

But the next moment.

The knife he swung froze.

Because someone grabbed his wrist in advance, and the strength of it made him even more amazed.

"Purgatory Xingshoulang...what do you mean?"

Miyamoto Musashi turned his head, looked at the other party with a slight frown, and asked puzzledly.

But Purgatory Xingshoulang's expression was much more serious than his, even though he was still smiling.

"Your Excellency Miyamoto Musashi, you are already a little out of proportion."

"......What's the meaning?"

"They are just ordinary people. You have injured the muscles under their skin with that strange way of swinging the knife, and even some of them have injured their bones."

Purgatory Xingshoulang frowned, and said in a deep voice, "I can't ignore this situation."

But for this, Miyamoto Musashi was surprised and laughed angrily.

"Absurd, since you have launched an attack on a swordsman for no reason, no matter men, women, old or young, they must have already made up their minds to be beheaded. I just knocked them down. Listening to you, could it be that I did something wrong? gone?"

He tried to pull his arm back, but failed.

"Furthermore, with this level of bloody smell on your body, there must be no fewer people who have killed people than Musashi, so there is no need to pretend here...We are the same kind of people."

"Blood smell?"

Purgatory Xingshourou, who strengthened his grip, frowned more and more tightly, and even the doubts about the sudden change of the place he was in were temporarily forgotten by him.

"All I beheaded were man-eating evil spirits!"

"Oh? Does it mean something on the battlefield? Haha, isn't that the same thing!"

Miyamoto Musashi laughed louder.

He felt that what the other party said was a little funny.

To kill is to kill, to behead is to behead.

Why is it so covert and rhetorical?

But feeling the severe pain from his wrist, his laughter also became smaller, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

His bones are about to be crushed!

At this time, just as Miyamoto Musashi was about to slash the opponent with the invisible blade first, there was another clamor in the distance.

He looked up and found another group of guys dressed like these people on the ground, rushing here, with something more like a shield in their hands, and something that looked like a fork.

These are not "weapons".

People are not "samurai".

So, he withdrew his gaze without interest, looked at the strong man in front of him, and said.

"Let it go, I'll give you a face, and I won't shoot them again."

As he said that, Miyamoto Musashi slowly withdrew his arm, put it behind his back, and after shaking it slightly without a trace, he smiled again.

"However, Purgatory Xingshourou, if possible... I hope you can come with me first to meet someone."

Chapter 140: A Peaceful World Doesn't Need Ultraman

United States.

Capital Washington.

The top floor of a tall building.

Suitable light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the spacious and luxurious presidential suite.

A burly man in black briefs was lying on the sofa bed, with his hands behind his head, stretching his strong body naturally.

Bronze skin, sharp muscle lines, not even a trace of fat can be seen.

This is a body that is strong enough to withstand large-caliber bullets, and its physical strength is so high that it does not resemble a human being.

He casually grabbed a handful of cheap candies from the porcelain bowl on the side, put them in his mouth and chewed them continuously, and then drank more than half a cup of brandy. Feeling the stimulation from his taste buds, Yujiro Fanma let out a long sigh with a flat expression in one breath.

"Seven, would you like a drink?"

He picked up a wine bottle that was still less than half left, and raised it to the figure sitting on the other side of the room who was quietly flipping through the book and asked.

"No, I don't like smoking and drinking, and Yujiro, I hope you can call me in this state as the star cluster."

Gently closing the heavy book, Seven sighed helplessly. He didn't understand why the other party always wanted to invite him to drink.

At this time, half a month had passed since he inexplicably came to this world.

Before that, he clearly remembered that he was on Pluto in the solar system, fighting a powerful monster that looked like an upright lizard, was bloated, and was taller than him.

At that time, he fought very hard, and the abnormal physical strength of the opponent was far more exaggerated than that of ordinary monsters, which made most of his fighting skills useless.

But fortunately, the last left and right confrontation.

He won.

It's a pity that before he went to check the other party's situation, the place he was in had changed instantly.

Opening the heavy historical documents in his hand again, Seven quietly lowered his head and continued to read, still feeling a little puzzled.

He came to the earth, this planet of life that he is very familiar with, but the strange thing is...

This is not the earth he had been to before. In the familiar scene, there is more strangeness.

"I still can't sense the signal from the Kingdom of Light... I should have come to an unknown parallel universe that is not in the record?"

Seven muttered to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by a flying wine bottle.

Raising his hand to grasp it firmly, and placing it on the table beside him, Seven looked at the man lying on the sofa bed speechlessly.

The other party was the first human he met on the prairie when he came here.

Although it was a bit inhumanly strong, even after seeing himself and being shocked at the beginning, he challenged him and really tried to do it.

But the other party is indeed a human being.

He also helped himself a lot during the past half month. He is a good guy, but his mischievous behavior from time to time reminded him of Taylor.

Under the strong and mature appearance of that guy, there is a funny heart hidden.

"Sai Wen, as long as there is only one name, it is upright, why use other so-called aliases?"

Yujiro Fanma smiled indifferently, and also grabbed a lot of cheap candies in his hand.

When he drinks brandy, he quite likes to pair it with it, it's a breed habit.

"Also tobacco and alcohol are good things. I don't know how much high-end brandy and cigars I have stockpiled in the warehouse. I'll take you to have a look some other day."

As he said that, Yujiro Fanma also stretched out his hand and opened the drawer of the sofa cabinet beside him, trying to take out a cigar from it, light it and put it in his mouth.

But found that it was empty, not even a pack of cigarettes, so he withdrew his hand feeling a little depressed.

And if this scene is seen by outsiders, they will definitely fall into a state of shock.

After all, they have never seen an ogre, the strongest creature on the ground, get along with someone in such a casual and peaceful manner.

Not even Yujiro Fanma himself had imagined such a situation.

After all, he was born the strongest, and even his body structure is quite different from ordinary people, and the only person he can recognize as "similar" is Japan's No. Brawler...

A man named Kaoru Hanayama.

The other party is also born strong, and has a clear understanding of this, and even because of this, he has never done any exercise.

Because that man felt that since he was already a natural strong man, it would be unfair to other people if he exercised again, which was a rather despicable act, so he never did any form of exercise.

That's a pretty straight guy.

While listening to Fanma Yujiro's words, Sai Wen silently thought in his heart that he had to find an opportunity later to blow up this guy's warehouse.

After all, smoking and drinking are harmful to health.

At least this is the case for human beings. He also relied on his own unique transformation ability to mimic human beings. He joined the Ultra Guard under the alias of Star Cluster and lived on the earth for a long time.

Compared with other Ultraman, he knows some details about human beings, but...

His current state is a bit strange.

Turning over a page again, the palm of my hand rubbed the paper, and I was still wearing a pair of white gloves.

He was wearing a dark red suit, a white shirt, and a brown coat outside, covering his body tightly, trying not to expose the inhuman red skin and white lines.

But the head is gone.

Although he has now become the size of a human being, for some reason...

The appearance when still in Ultraman state.

"The Otto glasses still can't be taken off... Alas, forget it, after all, it was destroyed once, and it's normal to have a malfunction."

Seven depressedly tapped his helmet-shaped face with his fingers. This appearance brought a lot of changes to him for half a month.

It's a trivial matter that he can't try to eat for a long time, but the three views that belong to the human part make him somewhat unacceptable to be regarded as a weirdo wearing a helmet by others.

Although it is also a way to find a human body for symbiosis, he refuses because...

This peaceful world does not need Ultraman.

This is his judgment.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

At this time, several more wine bottles flew towards them while spinning, and even followed by a pillow.

Although they couldn't make any obvious facial expressions, the speechlessness in their eyes was interlinked.

Clamp all the bottlenecks between the fingers of his left hand, firmly catch the pillow with his right hand, and throw it back angrily like a missile, hitting the opponent's smirking face in an instant.