Human account is forced to full level

The deafening roar interrupted Izo Motobu's analysis.

The stinky and horrible bloody mouth did not know when, it had already faced him, as if it wanted to crush his head directly.

So fast!

Motobu Yizang thought of it in shock, but his body didn't seem to jump away at all, as if he was too scared to move.

next moment.

The giant mouth bit down fiercely, but froze immediately.

Because a wooden knife had been inserted into its mouth at some point, firmly pressing against its upper and lower jaws.

"This wooden knife is made of iron sandalwood, which is twice as hard as steel."

The iron chain pulled out from nowhere directly wrapped around the monitor lizard's mouth. It had already jumped to hide on the opponent's head, put its foot against the opponent's upper jaw, and pulled it tight.

"Crackling—!"

"...not penetrated?"

At this time, the tail with the bone awl directly pierced his lower back like a scorpion like a spring.

But with a neat roll down, Izo Motobu directly avoided the blow that was enough to pierce the steel plate, and even threw a strange ball into the opponent's half-closed giant mouth full of wood slag.

It was a smoke bomb with the most gunpowder content on his body.

"Boom boom boom!"

As the roar of the explosion echoed in the silent uninhabited park, dazzling flames and choking fog also appeared at the same time.

But the gunpowder is still too little, and even a wild dog can't be killed.

Honbu Yizang, who was fully aware of this, just rolled back to the ground at this time, but before he got up and jumped away, the giant tail that swung like an iron whip swept away the surrounding fog that was not too thick At the same time, he was directly thrown out again.

Blood splattered.

The half-cut knife rotated in mid-air and was inserted into the ornamental tree in the distance, trembling slightly.

The white-eyed monitor lizard turned its head strangely, looking at its bloody tail.

There was a deep gash, cutting through the scales and muscle, to the tailbone.

"Hey, it's not cut off? Cough, cough, cough!"

Coughing twice violently, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, Motobu Izo glanced at the broken dagger in his hand, his eyes were full of undisguised surprise.

"This knife is made of metal chrome, and it was cut off unexpectedly."

This kind of strength, his body can't bear it, after all, he is getting old, and his body is not as tough as when he was young.

It would be better to say where this weird big guy came from. It was as ferocious as a monster in a disaster movie. The terrifying sense of oppression even reminded him of Pico, the strongest primitive man.

No, it was suddenly attacked out of nowhere, and there was too little information.

Complicated thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Motobu Yizang stared at the monitor lizard more than ten meters away, and rushed towards him at an astonishingly fast speed, and quickly jumped up and turned around in mid-air , barely avoided.

"lb--!"

A tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl was directly broken, and the fallen canopy raised choking dust on the ground.

This kind of physical strength and power made Motobu Izo feel a burst of fear.

It's like being hit by a speeding truck, the consequences are no joke.

Just those two tail lashes just now, even if the force was relieved in time, he still felt that his ribs and arm bones were cracked.

"The strength of a bear, the majesty of an elephant, the agility of a leopard, and... the bite force of a Nile crocodile?"

Motobu Yizang, who was in the mid-air, muttered to himself, and threw out a self-made smoke bomb again in his hand.

Explosions, flames, and fog reappeared. Even if they couldn't kill effectively, they could still disturb the opponent's vision, hearing, and smell.

Standing in a half-squat like a cat landing on the ground, lowering its head just to avoid the giant tail that swept again, a dozen shurikens spun and shot out.

Most of them bounced off weakly after sparks were rubbed against the iron-like scales, but a boomerang was precisely inserted into the opponent's left eye at a tricky angle, poking the white eyeball .

Immediately afterwards, the lock-point copper forged from fine steel was thrown out through the air, directly hitting another eyeball.

"It's not safe yet, it has to be poked and exploded."

Swooping away, Motobu Yizang, who was completely close to him in an instant, pulled back the lock and copper, and at the same time cut out the short-handled sickle he was holding in his hand with a calm face and fierceness.

Without any surprise, the cold-glowing blade directly pierced into the opponent's right eye, deeply inserted into it.

"Both eyes are useless, it will be easy to handle next."

Motobu Yizang said calmly, but just as he was about to pull back, he found out in horror that the opponent's forearms had twisted and stretched against common sense at some point, blocking his retreat.

The sharp claws were firmly pressed against the back, and the bloody mouth, which could easily bite the head, opened completely just in front of the eyes.

The fangs and the black mouth are clearly visible.

Pupils constricted to the extreme.

next moment.

"..."

"Tick-tock-"

Blood ran down the arm and fell to the dusty ground.

However, the flesh and bones are still there.

"Hey, let me tell you, the bite was really hard enough, the shoulder bone should have been completely broken."

His forehead was covered with cold sweat. At the last moment, Motobu Yizang successfully turned his head away, endured the unspeakable pain, glanced at the giant lizard that was biting his left shoulder, and reluctantly pulled it away. Mouth.

"Are you surprised that your teeth didn't go in?"

He casually threw a small glass bottle with the cork off, only the thickness of a finger, into the opponent's mouth, which contained concentrated fugu poison.

This thing is old and expensive.

Using his own unique skills, he pulled back in an instant, and immediately withdrew from the opponent's arms, accompanied by many blood-stained fangs scattered in mid-air.

"My jacket is idiosyncratic, aramid fiber, used to strengthen the parts of the aircraft, the parachute cords for the parachute, and radial tires, which are bullet-proof and blade-proof."

After jumping a few steps in a natural manner, not paying attention to his left arm, which was no longer able to exert strength, Motobu Izo once again pulled out a "wooden stick" from his clothes, flicked it casually, and it turned into a short gun.

He is a person who specializes in ancient martial arts and an expert in environmental warfare.

the most important is......

Looking at the weird giant lizard in front of him, whose eyes had been crippled and fangs were all gone, but its ferocity hadn't weakened much.

Motobu Yizang smiled.

Suddenly I want to smoke a little bit, alas, I have been addicted to cigarettes for decades, but I just can't quit.

"Hey, big guy, let me show you a little bit, why—"

The giant lizard slammed into it like a truck out of control on the highway, but behind the two of them, it inserted a sharp short gun into its chest close to the heart.

In the hands of Motozo, there is an extra blood-stained short-handled sickle, with a strange eyeball and some bone fragments hanging from it.

"The "Various Martial Arts" in my headquarters."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the silent uninhabited park.

The hunt has begun.

......

at the same time.

In a house with a simple decoration style somewhere.

An old figure was sitting cross-legged in the secluded open-air courtyard, meditating with closed eyes, quietly accepting the moonlight.

A pair of cloudy eyes slowly opened, and the cold light that belonged to the swordsman was covered by the glasses.

His name is Sabe Kyoichiro.

He is the number one swordsman in Japan. He has beheaded nearly a hundred people with his sword. In terms of experience in beheading people alone, he should be unparalleled in the world, and he has the honorary title of "Sword Demon".

Until last night, he met the man named Miyamoto Musashi in the underground arena of the dome.

His pride as a swordsman was severely thwarted.

That can't be called a competition at all, no, it should be said that in front of that man, he didn't even have the courage to draw a knife.

As if as long as the sharp blade was out of its sheath, at that moment, his body would be separated without a doubt, and blood would splash on the spot.

He had obviously practiced swords all his life, but in the end...

There will be a day when you will be so useless that you dare not even draw your sword.

The head is deeply lowered.

The emotion called reluctance took root deep in Sabe Kyoichiro's heart and never dissipated.

However, he couldn't calm down, but he didn't notice that the surroundings became a little too quiet at some point, and he heard even the slightest sound.

It's like being in the starry sky or in the deep sea.

"..."

And this time.

Very abruptly, just for a moment, he suddenly and inexplicably felt the extreme horror that could not be described in words, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

The sense of danger comes from behind.

In the past, the crisp and neat skills were now as stiff as a puppet with rusty joints. Kyoichiro Sabe slowly turned his head and looked back, so desperate that he couldn't even think of running away.

Then, he froze completely.

Because, he saw a great existence that human beings cannot comprehend.

The indescribable, unheard-of raving sound echoed in his ears, but it allowed him to understand the meaning.

"Inferior humanoids."

Karthus looked at the small human in front of him indifferently, and commented like this.

Chapter 150 Eight: Tomorrow Will Be a Beautiful Day 5K1

Under the flickering street lights.

Blood and viscera were everywhere, and the roadside fence was also stained red.

Dozens of deformed rats that were the size of wild cats and capable of hunting elephants were all beheaded at this time.

"Well, not bad."

Standing in the middle of the street, Miyamoto Musashi, who was not injured in any way and did not have a single drop of blood on his body, looked at a rat head not far from his feet and nodded slightly.

"It's much more ferocious than the pack of wolves I've encountered in the wilderness, and..."

Swipe backwards casually with the knife in his hand, directly cut off a hungry mouse with only half of its head left, and split it in two.

"It's still hard to kill completely."

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at the splattered blood that was dodged sideways by him. It was in a semi-solidified state on the ground, and there seemed to be some small dark tentacles inside.

Instinct told him that this thing is dangerous and cannot be touched.

"Does it have to be beheaded or headshot to be completely killed? I didn't expect that 400 years later, even rats that steal food have become so dangerous."

While rubbing his chin in thought, he turned and left directly. Miyamoto Musashi felt that he had a better understanding of this strange era.

However, what he didn't know was that not long after he left.

The rat corpses on the ground that had been "beheaded" suddenly began to twitch violently.

The pitch-black tentacles stretched out from the corpse, and then stretched out and entangled with each other, turning into a spear-like object, which exploded directly on the ground like a spring, piercing a tree on the roadside ornamental tree. A passing crow.

"Gah!!! Ga, Ga..."

The screaming stopped abruptly.

after a little while.

The rat corpses and blood on the street were gone, leaving only a crow's head, muscles ligated all over, and a pair of jet-black wings on the back.