Human account is forced to full level

However, he hadn't taken a few steps before his footsteps stopped.

"Hey, what is it?"

Miyamoto Musashi, who was keenly aware of the strange aura, turned his head to look at the entrance of the sewer in surprise.

He could feel that there was a dangerous "beast" there.

And it seemed that because he knew that he had been discovered, the rustling voice suddenly became clear.

Seeing the iron grating at the sewer entrance forcibly biting off, and a creature the size of a wild cat slowly drilled out, Miyamoto Musashi showed interest.

"I didn't expect that 400 years have passed, not only are there so many strange things, but even the mice have changed?"

After looking at the vicious little guy in front of him, he couldn't help but be amazed.

"This makes me wonder what the giant ape that has been beheaded before will become in this era, won't it become a monster that can't be killed no matter how you kill it? Haha."

Miyamoto Musashi was amused by his own words, and even the boredom in his heart was dispelled.

But in the shadow behind him out of sight, a few strange mice with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths were already staring at his exposed neck.

And in the next moment.

They were strong enough to kill tigers and leopards, and at the same time they rushed out silently and opened their sharp minions.

"Chong-"

......

at the same time.

On another street a few miles away.

A tall, bald man with a blind right eye and a black blindfold was on his way to Tokugawa Prefecture.

He obviously has exaggerated explosive muscles, but his steps are as light as catwalks, without making any sound, and his body is always in a relaxed state, so that he can always respond to sudden attacks.

He is called stupid.

He is the founder and first chief curator of Shenxinhui, the largest karate group in Japan.

With his indisputable strength, he is honored as "War God", "Man-eating Python" and "Tiger Demon" by the world.

Those fists, which have been tempered for thousands of years and are comparable to sharp weapons, are even evaluated as having the same value as diamonds of equal weight.

Not long ago, he was still practicing waterfall bathing, but that was already over, because he saw a man on TV.

One, a man who called himself Miyamoto Musashi.

The opponent's "empty-handed" swordsmanship and unparalleled strength when dealing with the policemen who were going to arrest the opponent made him feel trembling and excited from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps ordinary people would regard the man's self-proclaim as a joke or a show, but as a boxer, he can clearly recognize it.

That is me.

Regarding this point, presumably other boxers will also think so after seeing that video.

And now, he wants to go to Tokugawa Prefecture in person.

Because he believes that any strong man who has shown his strength in Tokyo must be able to get relevant information from the master of the dome's underground fighting arena, who has information on all strong men at home and abroad.

He wanted to see the unparalleled Miyamoto Musashi with his own eyes.

Then, as a boxer, he fought head-on with his opponent who was a swordsman.

Emotions of excitement and excitement are accumulating in my heart.

But the next moment, the originally relaxed and strong body tensed up suddenly, as if he instinctively sensed some danger.

Putting on an impeccable posture in an instant, Yudi Dubu swept his gaze in the direction of the dangerous aura with a cold look in his eyes.

Then, he was stunned.

Because at this time, he really saw a rather curious scene.

It was a strange, unusually large mouse, biting the dead body of a ferocious wild cat in the shadow of the wall at the corner of the road.

The neck has been completely bitten off, the mutilated cat's head rolled aside, although the limbs are still there, the flesh and blood of the abdomen has been swallowed up, even the intestines and organs have disappeared, leaving only the pale spine.

This disgusting bloody scene is enough to make any ordinary person vomit directly, or scream in fright.

But Yudi Dububu's expression didn't change much, it was still calm.

But the surprise in the one-eyed eyes couldn't be hidden.

"I actually felt a threat from a mouse... Is this a genetic mutation?"

He made a cold joke that wasn't funny, talking to himself.

But at the next moment, Yudidudu couldn't laugh at all.

Because under his shocked eyes, the skinny, strange-looking mouse suddenly got into the belly of the wild cat that had been bitten empty, and then, the huge wound began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few tentacle-like things protruded from the broken neck, and after a few swings in the air, they instantly wrapped around the incomplete cat's head, and directly reinstalled it back to its original place.

The long-dead body began to twitch violently, while still expanding and distorting.

after a few seconds.

The cat corpse got up.

"..."

Witnessing the whole process of the plot of a horror movie with his own eyes, he silently puts on his strongest stance.

He looked at the cat corpse, which had swelled to exceed the size of a military dog. Under half of its bloody face, a cracked skull loomed.

His lifeless gaze made him feel unspeakably horrified.

Chilled back.

"Hey, is this a movie?"

As the strongest karate master today, Yudi Dubu, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the corners of his mouth curled up forcefully.

"This sense of oppression...has surpassed the Siberian tiger I once dealt with alone."

"Hoohoho!!!"

There was a deafening roar.

The figure of the cat corpse that finally stopped deforming disappeared instantly.

A sharp claw capable of tearing steel has already come face to face.

"Bang!!!"

......

Somewhere in an urban area with a relatively sparse population density.

A dilapidated dojo that no one cares about quietly welcomes the moonlight.

The old wooden boards were hung casually, with a few words written on them like wild cursive.

This part of Jiu-Jitsu.

In the dark dojo, there was a quiet atmosphere.

A man who has completely restrained his aura, wearing a black jujitsu uniform, has already entered old age, kneels quietly and sits here alone.

On the surrounding walls, there are still an astonishing number and types of "outdated" weapons that are not used in modern times.

Sticks, bows, guns, swords, naginata, ropes, lock sickles, shurikens, and even smoke bombs specially made of gunpowder, there are countless.

He is proficient in these.

"call--"

After a long period of silence and meditation, he finally let out a long breath.

The eyes slowly opened, containing a light that shouldn't belong to his age.

His name is Honbu Yizang.

It's an old guy with no reputation.

Until just now, I was thinking about a certain man named Miyamoto Musashi.

That guy should not have appeared in this era.

Looking up at the dim ceiling, Motobu Izo thought in his mind.

Since last year, the urge for special training has been going on. Now, the reason has been revealed, but...

I didn't expect it to be so strong.

The astonishing pictures he saw through TV still seem to be clearly visible in front of his eyes.

Whether it's Sabah, Doppo, or Shibukawa-senpai... no, even that Yujiro-

It must be "protected" by him.

The belief in my heart gradually became firm.

A goal that must be achieved even if it requires the sacrifice of life.

It firmly appeared in his heart.

"Hey, I didn't expect that my old technology would come into use. Ha, I thought it would just be brought into the coffin for nothing."

Moto Yizang stood up slowly, and casually supported his old waist that seemed to be stiff.

"I've been sitting for almost a day, let's go for a walk."

After scratching his unkempt hair, he was going to change his clothes first.

And when passing by the wall, it seems like a slide frame is missing.

At some point, a lot of weapons were missing.

Chapter 150: The Destruction of the Undefeated Legend Part [-]

On the spacious dojo.

The sound of strong metal collisions echoed.

A silver-white sword and a deep red long sword were in a stalemate, the huge force also made the blade tremble slightly at the same time.

"Okay, you are really strong!"

Holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, tensing his muscles and pressing down with all his strength, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help laughing heroically as he looked at the man in front of him who was firmly catching his slash.

"After I gained the title of "Unparalleled Under Heaven", no one can fight me anymore. Later, even the swordsmen can't get away from my first blow, Xing Shoulang... ..”

"You are the first swordsman who can challenge me in decades!"

"Well, that's really an honor."

Glancing at the strand of long hair that had been cut off from the side of his face, Purgatory Kyojuro said in a habitually loud voice: "Musashi, your sword was very fast just now, and it has already reached the level of a pillar, which is very good!"

"Oh, Zhu? Is that what you called a strong man in your era?"

Miyamoto Musashi's laughter became louder: "Haha, it sounds very good, come on, continue!"

The blade that was originally pressed down suddenly tilted, rubbing against the crimson blade, and slashed directly towards the opponent's neck.

"Chong--!"

Twisting his wrist, he flicked away the opponent's sharp blade. When Purgatory Kyojuro was about to fight back, he suddenly let out a light snort, and took two steps back in an instant.

An invisible slash just happened to be avoided by him by a hair, and it dissipated in the air.

"It's this strange slash again, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the breathing method, it's really a very powerful technique!"

Purgatory Xingshoulang admired calmly, and he didn't care at all about the opponent's pursuit of victory, that powerful and swift slash, the saber was aimed at the vital point.

"Clang clang!!!"

The sharp blade rubbed sparks, gorgeous and dangerous.

Even if there is only a slight mistake, it is very likely that a limb will be cut off directly, or even beheaded.

And this rather bloody consequence, in the Warring States Period, seemed very normal. After all, at that time, inferior skills meant death.

The competition that can enhance one's own reputation is far more cruel than the imagination of modern people in peacetime.