Human account is forced to full level

"......Ugh."

Miyamoto Musashi lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained hands, which were still trembling slightly due to the shock caused by the previous high-intensity slash.

For the first time, the emotion called "Unwillingness" appeared so strongly in his heart.

However, as a warrior, he can't afford to lose.

"Purgatory Xingshoulang, you have won."

He looked up at the man in front of him who didn't even shed a drop of sweat, as if the competition just now was just a warm-up for the other party, with a complicated expression on his face.

"You have won me, Miyamoto Musashi, the title of Wushuang under heaven...it's yours."

These bitter words made Purgatory Xingshourou, who had already confirmed that the opponent no longer had any intention of continuing to fight, slightly taken aback.

"Musashi, you're being serious, it won't happen, this is just a sparring."

"Haha, you don't have to comfort me like this, even if it's just a match, but if you lose, you lose."

Miyamoto Musashi twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled a little reluctantly: "Both sides used real weapons, and both tried their best, went all out, competed in an upright manner, and lost in this situation... .I have nothing to say."

After all, the knife in his hand was broken.

As a swordsman, it is a disgrace and a sign of "immaturity" to have your weapon destroyed by others.

The last time he cut his sword, he seemed to be still young. He was just a boy, but when all sides invested more than [-] troops in the battle of Sekigahara, because he killed too many enemies, this It was just broken.

"Sorry, I can't think of how to comfort you for a while, but I refuse."

After being silent for a while, Purgatory Xingshoulang said with a serious smile: "Because this title is too misleading for me, and besides, I only need to be Yan Zhu of the Demon Slayer Team, this title is enough."

When he said this, his eyes were very frank, without any concession or falsehood.

He never lied, and every time he spoke from childhood to adulthood, it was out of the most intuitive thoughts in his heart, even for the lord he served, he would still do the same.

This way of doing things will make many people feel embarrassed and awkward when they meet for the first time, but after getting along for a long time, everyone will give him the greatest trust in him.

But at this moment, these words seemed so harsh in Miyamoto Musashi's ears.

Not worthy of the name?

Then what is his defeated opponent, a funny joke?

In the Warring States Period, there was no such thing as "modestness"!

"Also, Musashi, you are really powerful. You can use your swordsmanship to that extent with pure muscle and will."

Purgatory Xingshourou, who didn't notice the other party's abnormality, laughed loudly.

"If you throw away the breathing method, I may not be like you."

"...breathing?"

Miyamoto Musashi, who was expressionless, frowned slightly: "What is that?"

"Hey, don't you know?"

This time, it was the turn of Purgatory Xingshoulang to be surprised.

"It shouldn't be. According to the historical records of the Ghost Killing Team, the method of breathing originated from the Warring States Period. You should have heard of it... No."

He almost forgot that although the relevant records are missing, the original intention of the breath method seems to be to kill evil spirits, so there has never been a ghost killing team. In historical records, a man named Miyamoto Musashi It is lucky that he has never encountered a ghost in his life, and of course he does not know the existence of the ghost killing team.

After all, their Ghost Killing Squad has not been officially recognized and has always operated in secret.

"Sorry, let me explain a little bit."

Purgatory Xingjulang thought about organizing his words.

Because the training method is too strict, except for his younger brother Senjuro, he has not taught anyone for a long time.

"The so-called breathing method is simply breathing and posture. It is a special technique to coordinate the core muscles to ensure the balance of physical energy reserve and output, and accelerate the blood circulation in the body, as well as the speed of the heart beating, strengthen the cardiopulmonary function and enhance physical fitness... ..”

As he quietly listened to the other party's explanation, Miyamoto Musashi frowned more and more.

Unusual.

He thought to himself in disbelief, because he had studied kendo all his life, but he had never heard of it, nor imagined the technique of "breathing method" that complements swordsmanship.

Although he will also rely on the experience he has accumulated in the past to enhance his state and concentration by adjusting his breathing rate.

But that's not a level thing at all!

Who created this?

Thinking that the other party said that this technology also originated from the Warring States Period, Miyamoto Musashi lost his eyes and began to think back. The faces of the swordsmen flashed in front of his eyes, but they were rejected one by one.

They can't.

This is his judgment. After all, through the explanation of the other party, he confirmed that this is not something that can be done only with the knowledge of swordsmanship. It must also have an incredible understanding of the structure of the human body. This——

It should not be a technology that could be born in their era.

"..."

The various thoughts in his mind were chaotic, but at the same time, Miyamoto Musashi also confirmed one thing.

That is me. Compared with the man in front of me, what I lack should be a special power that goes against common sense like a "breathing method".

Even the highest state of "No Sword" and the completed form of "Niten First Class" are not enough.

He must also have a special power of his own.

His fists were clenched unconsciously.

He wants to become stronger, and then rely on slashing to climb to the top again in this strange era.

He wants to get ahead! ! !

And before again, he needs to...

"belch!"

A very sudden hiccup sounded from behind, causing Miyamoto Musashi's expression to freeze.

He didn't realize it in advance.

And masters? !

Seeing Purgatory Anjurou and Tokugawa Mitsunari, who was still stuck to the corner, were equally surprised and wary. After a moment of silence, he turned around slowly.

Then, completely different from the muscular ligature picture he had imagined, what caught his eyes was a figure in a blue and white robe.

The other party was a young man whose age was estimated to be no more than twenty, holding a white-haired girl who was looking up at him speechlessly with his right hand.

The abdomen was slightly distended abnormally, and the left hand that was free was covering his mouth tightly for some reason, with an uncomfortable and hopeless expression on his face.

I can't see any aura belonging to the strong at all, but...

The instincts honed on the battlefield of life and death were sending him unprecedented danger signals, as if the other party was an unknown, indescribable existence beyond his comprehension.

Cold sweat dripped from Miyamoto Musashi's forehead unknowingly.

And at this time, the uninvited person in front of him finally spoke.

"Excuse me... where is the toilet?"

Gavan had an expression on his face that I was almost reaching the limit, and said in a trembling voice with cold sweat on his forehead.

"I'm about to vomit, vomit!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the scene.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, it began to change in a strange direction.

......

at the same time.

Tokyo sewer.

There is warm water flowing in from all over here, and moderate temperature and humidity are maintained throughout the year.

And there are always some owners who buy pets on a whim, but exceed the predicted size, and throw them into the sewer, crocodiles, lizards, turtles, big snakes...

There are countless tropical creatures living underground in Tokyo.

At the same time, it also creates an excellent habitat for someone.

"Uh, uh, uh—"

The sound of something heavy being dragged on the ground echoed in the silent and dark sewer passage, spreading far away.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps.

A few gravels on the ground began to tremble from the shock, and a few mice in the corner who were in a state of panic for some reason and kept looking around, also hurriedly hid like a frightened bird.

Then, a little giant with a height of nearly three meters approached.

He was also easily dragging a strangled crocodile that was more than five meters long and weighed more than half a ton.

His name is Pico.

It is a creature from [-] million years ago, a primitive man, a staple food of dinosaurs, and the strongest male of the Cretaceous period.

A year ago, it was excavated in a rock salt layer 701 meters underground at a nuclear waste disposal facility in Colorado, USA.

Now, living in the sewers of Tokyo.

This is his hunting ground. Whether it is a crocodile or a python, it is just a snack for him. He has already confirmed here that he is at the top of the food chain.

Then, day after day, I lived a peaceful life.

It's just that, for some reason, the creatures in the sewer are behaving strangely today, full of anxiety, as if they are instinctively afraid of something.

This made Pi Ke very puzzled. After all, it was the first time he encountered this situation, and for some reason...

He also felt a little inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, there was a sudden sound in the distance ahead, making Pico stop in his tracks.

He felt the breath of danger.

As a result, his originally calm face began to turn ferocious. He stared straight ahead with undisguised ferocity, bared his fangs, and made a deterrent gesture like a wild beast.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The heavy muffled sound was getting closer and closer, and soon, a huge monster stepped out of the shadows and came in front of him.

Pi Ke was slightly taken aback.

Because it was a ten-meter-long crocodile. To him who was born in the Cretaceous period and lived in the same era as the dinosaurs, he was just a little guy with such a body shape.

However, this guy looks a little strange, very different from the one in his hand.

The powerful upper and lower jaws are covered with strange scars, and have many conical teeth of different lengths and some broken.

The legs are short, have claws, and webbed between the toes, but somehow they have two joints. The long and thick tail has something like a mace growing out of the end.

The skin is thick with exoskeleton-like scales, and the back is covered with curved and thick bone spurs piercing from the body, and there are conspicuous blood stains on it.

In the white eyes without pupils, there seemed to be some tiny black tentacles, twitching and shaking constantly.

This guy is strong.

Instinct told Pico this conclusion, but for him...

It's still just food!

"Hoohoho!!!"

The next moment, the deafening roars of both sides began to echo in the silent and dark sewer at the same time, and were directly overwhelmed by a violent physical collision.

And the people passing by on the street on the ground didn't know that under their feet, there was a battle beyond their imagination.

is breaking out.

Chapter 150 Three: Karthus

Somewhere in the dark and dead sewer.

The air was filled with a stench similar to that of a bathroom, mixed with an extremely strong smell of blood.

"Whoa! Whoa—"

Heavy panting sounded continuously, like a bellows with a hole in it, mixed with a few violent coughs from time to time.