Chapter 1142 Two Tigers
Most of the remaining disciples, in this atmosphere of despair and confusion, finally chose to escape from the road that seemed to lead to endless death.
Their eyes were full of fear and confusion, as if what the Busujima family insisted on was not the practice of warriors, but some kind of indescribable madness.
They couldn't understand why the Busujima family did this?
More importantly, Busushima Shinichiro did not stop their escape. Busujima Shinichiro stared coldly at the fleeing disciples. There was no wave in his heart, as if he had already expected this scene to happen.
In his view, a true warrior should not be bound by fear, nor should he give up due to temporary difficulties.
Those who choose to escape are not determined enough to withstand the ultimate path pursued by the Busujima family.
What the Busujima family needs is someone who can live and die with them. No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, they can give everything they have without complaining or asking for any reason.
"What do they want to do?"
This sentence not only echoed in the intelligence agencies of the island nation and America, but also became a hot topic of discussion around the world.
Intelligence agencies from various countries have dispatched elite spies, trying to uncover a corner of the Busujima family's mysterious veil.
They lurk in the dark, observing every move of the Busujima family, but no matter how in-depth they investigate, the true intentions of the Busujima family are like a fog, making it difficult to fathom.
Some people speculate that the Busujima family may be looking for a way to quickly increase their spiritual power through actual combat exercises. However, this conjecture was quickly denied by the disciples who escaped from Busujima's house.
They claimed that the Busujima family did not teach them any secrets about spiritual power training, but only let them engage in life-and-death battles with monsters and monsters to hone their swordsmanship.
Such an approach, to outsiders, is undoubtedly extremely crazy.
"What a bunch of lunatics."
Such comments have spread throughout the island country and even around the world.
It is difficult for people to understand why the Busujima family would take such extreme measures to cultivate the so-called samurai spirit. Using monsters and ghosts as whetstones is almost like a ridiculous plot in a movie, but it actually happens here.
Busujima Shinichiro turned a deaf ear to this. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to find the power that would allow him to feel true spiritual power.
He holds a sword forged from a special alloy. He has killed several facehuggers, but the demonic power of these monsters does not seem to be enough to stimulate the spiritual power in his body.
"Are they not dangerous enough? Or are these monsters too weak to cause enough oppression to me?"
Busujima Shinichiro thought to himself.
He decided that the next ones he would deal with would be those demons and monsters that seemed more powerful and dangerous.
He believes that only by wandering on the edge of life and death can the potential in the body be truly unleashed and the threshold of spiritual power be touched.
In fact, Busujima Shinichiro’s idea is not an isolated case.
The bodyguards, killers, and martial artists under the chaebol also poured into Tokyo during this time.
Every one of them has the dream of becoming a transcendent.
In this era, being extraordinary means supreme glory and status, and means being able to master power that others cannot achieve.
Therefore, they must fight against monsters and monsters at all costs to hone their bodies and improve their strength.
As night falls, the roars of demons and the screams of humans can be heard from time to time in the streets of Tokyo.
This is a war without gunpowder, but more cruel than any war.
A man with bare hands and only a pair of boxer briefs walked alone on this dangerous street.
His figure stood out in the dim light, like a bright color in the night.
The man is in his twenties or thirties, with short black hair that is slightly messy and fluttering gently in the breeze. His muscles are well-proportioned, like a sculpture written by Michelangelo, full of power and beauty.
Although he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, the man's aura was not diminished at all.
He had already hunted several Facehuggers in this area, and those disgusting little creatures had been his warm-up exercise.
However, the monster in front of him made him feel unprecedented pressure.
The lower body of this monster is a mixture of a spider and a scorpion. Its eight furry legs move quickly on the ground, and its tail drags a huge scorpion tail, flashing with cold light.
The upper body looks like a cross between a mantis and a beetle, covered with hard carapace and emitting a disgusting stench.
The man took a deep breath and adjusted himself.
He knew that facing such an opponent, a slight negligence could lead to disaster.
He swept forward with kicks, Erhu Style, King Kong Style, and Iron Breaking Kick!
This blow was like a huge battle ax chopping through the air, making a heart-rending whistling sound, and attacking the demon with a destructive momentum.
However, the demon easily resisted the blow with its forelimbs.
Its scimitar-like forelimbs streaked through the air with a cold light, making a clear sound of metal collision.
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The corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, and a look of high interest appeared on his indifferent face.
He was not frustrated by the failure of this attack, but instead became more excited.
He knows that only by fighting powerful opponents can he continuously improve his strength.
The monster screamed, as if to challenge the man.
Its mantis-like forelimbs swung at the man again, and the speed was astonishing.
The man kicked his feet, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the opponent's forelimbs with his bare hands.
However, he was not cut into pieces.
He turned sideways, moved to the right, shrunk his chest and abdomen, and his body suddenly became as soft as a willow leaf, allowing the sharp scimitar to pass through his chest and back, but not even a corner of his clothes was cut.
"Two Tigers Flow·Cao Flow Type·Liu Shen!"
The man silently recited the name of this move in his heart.
His movements were smooth and natural.
He stepped forward, his feet slipped, and the whole person swayed in the air, avoiding the demon's giant claws like a ghost and rushing into its arms.
"Two Tigers Flow·Fire Sky Type·Phantom Step!"
The man used his special skills again.
His figure left a residual image in the air, as if he had moved instantly, making the demon's attack miss again.
He took the opportunity to get close to the demon's body and tightly hugged its arms, which were as thick as a human waist.
The demon roared angrily and tried to break free from the man's restraints.
However, the man took advantage of the interval when the opponent's attack missed and stumbled forward, and pulled and threw with all his muscles.
Erhuliu·Shuitianxing·Shuifan!
The huge demon was lifted up by him, and then thrown out like garbage.
