Guan Ben Musashi looked at Kyle fanatically like a madman.
Chapter 586 Logan and Amaterasu
It was approaching six o'clock, the eastern sky was already turning pale, and the night sky in half of Tokyo city receded like a tide. The border between yin and yang was the battle in the central city that had not yet ended.
"Take your maid's sword and fight me."
Guan Ben Musashi controlled his breathing evenly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he gripped his two swords tightly as he spoke to Kyle.
Since the battle with Sasaki Kojiro, he was unbeatable in the Nisang Kendo, and no one could inspire his desire to fight until he died at the age of 60. Every time, he knew the outcome before the battle, which was boring and tasteless.
When he met Kyle of the present era, Kanmoto Musashi experienced in advance the suffocating feeling that was enough to suppress his body and mind, which he had never felt in that era.
"I am not a samurai or a swordsman. I don't need a sword."
Kyle smiled calmly, leaving Yutong where she was, and walked out alone. In front of Guanben Musashi, he raised his left hand and slowly extended a middle finger, "Come on, this is my weapon."
Yutong couldn't help laughing, she covered her mouth and laughed behind his back. The boss sometimes had such a frivolous side.
"Are you kidding me?"
Guan Ben Musashi raised his eyebrows coldly, his face showing anger. Although he didn't know what the middle finger meant, he vaguely knew that he had been greatly humiliated. After all, he was the strongest man of an era in Risang, the strongest swordsman that no one could match!
Can you please respect your predecessors
"Okay, I'll be serious." Kyle nodded, then extended his index finger, and put his index and middle fingers together in front of him to form a sword shape.
"court death!"
Guan Ben Musashi was really angry, holding his two swords, and rushed forward in one step. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Kyle, two cold blade lights flashed, and the two swords in his hands attacked Kyle from different angles.
Kyle didn't make any moves. Seeing that the two swords were about to swing at him, his two fingers appeared with a dazzling light, and then moved his two fingers at a very fast speed. In a short period of time, his fingers blocked the sharp sword blades on the left and right, making a clanging sound of metal clashing.
Guan Ben Musashi only felt a huge rebound force coming from the hands holding the hilts of the swords. The palms of his hands shook violently and the two swords almost flew out of his hands.
Guan Ben Musashi flew backwards, his wooden clogs continuously stomping on the ground, and retreated nearly five meters before the force slowed down. He looked at the light of Kyle's two fingers in disbelief, "What kind of power is that..."
Although it was just a test, he still used the eighth or ninth level of strength. However, the super fast slash was not only reacted by the opponent, but also bounced back with his fingers.
"continue."
With the energy of the double star attached to his fingers, Kyle hooked his fingers, feeling a little listless. It was impossible for him to take Shangguan Ben Musashi seriously. The difference in their strength was like one was a martial artist and the other was a cultivator. There was a huge gap between them, and they could not compete on equal terms.
"How could it be possible... that there is such a big difference?"
Kanmoto Musashi was sweating profusely, unable to accept this fact, and continued to rush forward while tapping his clogs. This time, he used the most proud Niten Ichiryu in his life, and the moment he rushed to Kyle, the double swords in his hands turned into afterimages, and within half a second, he slashed out more than a dozen times.
But for Kyle, this was still too slow.
With the sound of jingling, Kyle easily blocked the sword's attack with two fingers. Finally, he simply clamped the blades of the two swords at the fingertips.
Kanmoto Musashi was sweating profusely and pulled back with great effort, but the sword was stuck and did not move at all, and he could not pull it out no matter how hard he tried.
"Is that enough?" Kyle asked calmly.
Guan Ben Musashi loosened his hands holding the sword, looked at Kyle, and said with a helpless smile: "I didn't expect that I would be defeated hundreds of years later, and I was defeated by the 'finger sword'."
Kyle swung the two swords backwards, and the two swords, which Risang regarded as divine weapons, drew two arcs in the air and were steadily caught by Yutong behind him.
"I hope you can use your strongest power to kill me and let me see the gap between us." Guan Ben Musashi took a deep breath and opened his arms towards Kyle, revealing his defenseless chest.
"as you wish."
Kyle spread out the five fingers of his left hand, and his entire palm was covered with binary star energy, with dazzling and colorful light flowing on his left arm.
He flipped his palm and pushed forward, and a colorful energy beam burst out, covering Guan Ben Musashi, and instantly annihilated him into nothingness. The energy beam passed over Godzilla's head, passed through several tall buildings five hundred meters away, and disappeared into the eastern sky.
A ray of golden sunlight shone through the holes in several tall buildings and fell on the devastating battlefield.
After dealing with Guan Ben Musashi, Kyle walked up to Godzilla and looked into his cold beast eyes. "It's dawn. Are you still planning to lie on the ground and be a living target for others?"
Godzilla's nostrils spew out scorching steam, and most of the wounds on his body have already healed. Not only does his defense seem amazing, his self-healing ability is also top-notch in the food chain.
Standing up from the ground, Godzilla did not attack Kyle, and did not even show any hostility. After looking at him deeply, he shook his head and tail and drilled into the huge pit.
Rocked by a tremor similar to an aftershock, Godzilla soon disappeared into the city.
"What a troublemaker."
Kyle shrugged and looked at Yutong who was carrying four swords, and the Risan army behind him who had completely lost their fighting spirit.
"Let's leave here first."
Kyle thought about it and walked towards Yutong. Just after he took a step, he suddenly looked sideways in one direction. His golden eyes reflected a ball of black flame approaching at a very fast speed.
"Bang!"
As if he had no time to react, Kyle was hit by the oncoming black flames. His entire body was instantly covered, burning him into a fireman. Even the ground within a five-meter radius was ablaze with scorching black flames.
“Boss!”
Yutong exclaimed and looked in the direction where the black flames were coming from. She saw Logan standing there thirty meters away. She didn't know when.
That's right.
The one who suddenly launched a black flame attack on Kyle was none other than Wolverine Logan, who had sent out an emergency code for the family to contact Kyle, asking him to come to Risang, while his own whereabouts were unknown.
Logan was wearing a white divine robe of the local Risang, a magatama-shaped jade ornament around his neck, a bronze mirror engraved with strange symbols in his hands, and walking forward in wooden clogs.
"Logan? No, who are you?"
Yutong's eyes flashed with silver light, and she wanted to read Logan's mind, but she was blocked by the strange and powerful consciousness that resided in Logan's body.
"I am Amaterasu, you can call me Amaterasu-sama."
Logan looked indifferent as he looked at Kyle covered in black flames and whispered, "Things touched by the flames of Amaterasu will not be extinguished but will continue to burn. Just burn to ashes, you evil sinner."
Chapter 587 Playing with Fire in Front of the God of Fire
In the battle.
Logan... No, it should be Amaterasu. He looked at Kyle who was burned into a ball of black flames by Amaterasu with a sneer on his face, obviously confident of victory. Black flames are different from ordinary flames. They obey certain "laws" and are special flames that never go out and can burn everything to ashes.
Yutong seemed calm and composed, as if she didn't care about Kyle's safety at all.
"Now it is your turn."
Amaterasu cast a cold gaze at Yutong, and just as he was about to turn the classical bronze mirror in his hand, also known as the Eight-foot Mirror, a faint voice floated out from the black flame.