Human accounts are forced to reach max level

Taking away the weapon in an instant and knocking the stunned opponent unconscious, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the strange "short stick" in his hand, and did not care that the person behind him made a sneak attack and restrained his neck.

"Got you!"

The policeman, with veins popping out of his arms, shouted, with a hint of confidence in his voice.

You know, he is a black judo guy...

"Bang——"

Withdrawing his left hand that had punched the opponent's lower abdomen, Miyamoto Musashi glanced expressionlessly at the middle-aged man who was holding his right wrist with both hands, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and turned the opponent's head in a circle, losing his center of gravity. Landed hard on the face.

At this time, five more police officers rushed over. They surrounded each other cautiously, with anger in their eyes because of their fallen colleague on the ground.

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

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

The remaining three people who couldn't see clearly what happened also tensed up and went on.

But no matter whether it was judo grappling, joint restraint, or modern fighting techniques such as boxing and back wrestling, they had no effect at all.

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 hint of impatience on his plain face.

Although they were not threatening in any way, the strength of these people seemed to him to be no different than 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 considered fun now seems more like a provocation and insult.

Then, two thick arms covered with scars were slowly raised and held empty.

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

"Qiang——"

In less than five seconds, more than a dozen batons had been cut off by the invisible blade and fell to the ground.

As the arm swings down, there will be a huge air vibration sound, mixed with a strange sound like a sharp blade cutting through cloth armor and flesh.

Twenty seconds later.

The strong man who fell to the ground was almost thirty years old, and the only one still standing was the one with the slowest sprinting legs.

Putting away his posture, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the man in front of him who was trembling, but did not run away, nor was he interested in continuing the quarrel with them. Instead, he strode forward, raised his right hand, and planned to knock him unconscious with a knife. other side.

But the next moment.

The hand knife he waved paused.

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

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

Miyamoto Musashi turned around, looked at the other person with a slight frown, and asked in confusion.

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

"Your Excellency Miyamoto Musashi, your actions have been a bit unmeasured."

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

"They are just ordinary people. Your strange way of wielding the knife has damaged the muscles under their skin, and even some bones."

Purgatory Xingjulang frowned and said solemnly: "I can't turn a blind eye to this situation."

But after being surprised for a while, Miyamoto Musashi laughed angrily.

"It's ridiculous. Since I launched an attack on a swordsman for no reason, then everyone, male, female, old and young, must have been prepared to be killed. I just knocked them down. From what you said, could it be that I did something wrong? "

He tried to pull his arm back, but failed.

"And with this level of blood smell on your body, you must have killed no less people than I, Musashi, so there is no need to be pretentious here... We are the same kind of people."

"The smell of blood?"

Purgatory Anjuro increased his grip, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, and even the doubts about the sudden change of location were temporarily forgotten by him.

"The ones I killed were all man-eating evil spirits!"

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

Miyamoto Musashi laughed louder and louder.

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

To kill is to kill, and to kill is to kill.

Why be so secretive and decorate it with rhetoric?

But when he felt 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 when Miyamoto Musashi wanted to kill the opponent first with an invisible blade, there was another noise in the distance.

He looked up and saw another group of guys wearing the same clothes as the people on the ground, rushing towards here. They also had some things that looked like shields and some things that looked like forks in their hands.

These are not "weapons".

No one is a "samurai" either.

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

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

As he spoke, Miyamoto Musashi slowly withdrew his arm, held it behind his back, shook it slightly without leaving a trace, and smiled again.

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

Chapter 148: A peaceful world does not need Ultraman

USA.

Capital Washington.

The top floor of a high-rise building.

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

A burly man wearing only black briefs was lying on the sofa bed, putting his hands behind his head and 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 body strength is incomparably higher than that of a human being.

He casually grabbed a handful of cheap candies from the porcelain bowl on the side, put them into his mouth and chewed them continuously, and then drank more than half a cup of brandy. Yujiro Fanma felt the stimulation from his taste buds and exhaled with a dull expression. One breath.

"Seven, do you want a drink?"

He picked up a half-full wine bottle and raised it to the figure sitting at the other end of the room, who was quietly reading a book and asked.

"No, I don't like tobacco and alcohol. And Yujiro, I would rather you call me in this state Zhuhoshidan."

Closing the heavy book gently, 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 came to this world inexplicably.

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 himself.

It was very difficult for him to fight at that time. The opponent's abnormal physical strength was far more exaggerated than that of ordinary monsters, which made most of his fighting skills ineffective.

But fortunately, during the final left and right wave confrontation.

He won.

Unfortunately, before he could check on 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 reading, still feeling a little puzzled.

He came to Earth, a planet of life that he was very familiar with, but the strange thing was...

This was not the earth he had been to before. The familiar scenes contained more strangeness.

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

Seven murmured to himself, but was interrupted by a flying wine bottle.

Raising his hand, he grasped it firmly and placed it on the table beside him. Seven looked at the man lying on the sofa bed speechlessly.

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

Although he was a bit inhumanly strong, he even issued a challenge after seeing himself and being shocked, and actually tried to do it.

But the other party is indeed a human being.

In the past half month, he had helped him a lot. He was a nice guy, but his mischievous behavior from time to time reminded him of Taylor.

Underneath that guy's strong and mature appearance, there's a funny heart hidden inside.

"Seven, as long as you have one name, it's enough. It's upright. Why do you need to use other so-called pseudonyms?"

Yujiro Fanma smiled calmly and grabbed a lot of cheap candies in his hand.

When he drinks brandy, he quite likes to drink it with this. It's a genetic habit.

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

As he said that, Yujiro Fanmay reached out and opened the drawer of the sofa cabinet on the side, trying to take out a cigar from it, light it and hold it in his mouth.

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

And if this scene were seen by outsiders, they would definitely be shocked.

After all, they had never seen the ogre, the most powerful creature on earth, get along with anyone in such a casual and peaceful attitude.

Even Fanma Yujiro himself had never imagined this situation.

After all, he was born the strongest, and even his body structure was quite different from that of ordinary people. And the only person he could recognize as "the same kind", except his son Basuga, was Japan's number one A master of fighting...

A man named Hanayama Kaoru.

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

Because that man felt that since he was already a naturally strong person, exercising would be unfair to others and a very despicable act, so he never did any form of exercise.

That's a pretty pure guy.

And listening to Fanma Yujiro's words, Severn silently thought in his heart that he would have to find an opportunity to blow up this guy's warehouse.

After all, smoking and drinking are harmful to health.

At least this is the case for humans. He also relied on his unique ability to transform into a human being. He joined the Ultra Guard under the alias of Zhu Hoshituan and lived on the earth for a short period of time.

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

His current state is a bit strange.

He turned the page again, rubbing his palms against the paper while wearing a pair of white gloves.

Wearing a dark red suit, a white shirt, and a brown coat on the outside, he covered his body tightly, trying not to expose the inhuman red skin and white lines.

But nothing can be done about the head.

Although he has now become human-sized, I don’t know why...

The appearance when he is still in Ultraman state.

"I still can't take off the Ultra Glasses... Oh, forget it, after all, they were damaged once before, so it's normal for them to malfunction."

Severn depressedly tapped his helmet-shaped face with his fingers. This appearance had brought him a lot of changes in the past half month.

It was a small thing that he couldn't try to eat after a long time, but the three views of the human part made him somewhat unable to accept that he was regarded as a weirdo walking around wearing a helmet.

Although finding a human body for symbiosis was also an option, he refused because...

This peaceful world does not need Ultraman.

This is his judgment.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

At this time, several more wine bottles were spinning and flying at the same time, and even a pillow followed behind.

Although he couldn't make any obvious facial expressions, the speechlessness in his eyes was communicated to each other.

Clamp all the bottlenecks with the fingers of your left hand, catch the pillow firmly with your right hand, and throw it back angrily like a missile, instantly hitting the other person's smiling face.