His goal is to destroy the dojo and erase the foundation of the so-called Bushido.
Kyle had a blank expression on his face, and returned to his original night suit appearance, and walked grimly into the main gym.
When he walked into the yard, he found that the people from the dojo had not evacuated. Instead, they were kneeling in an orderly manner in the main hall. A middle-aged man in a black robe and kimono sat in the front, and about fifty sword-fighting disciples in black sat behind him, all facing the door with their eyes closed.
"You are finally here. We have been waiting for a long time." The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Kyle who was standing tall at the door of the main hall.
"Devil Kyle, come and challenge me." Kyle smiled and said the same opening words as always.
"I am Hojo Maru, the twenty-first generation master of the Hojo Ittoryu school." The middle-aged man picked up the sheathed Hikaru sword beside him, slowly stood up, and said firmly: "On behalf of the Hojo Ittoryu school, I accept your challenge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fifty sword-fighting disciples behind him stood up at the same time, holding the swords they had prepared long ago, ready to fight.
Hojo Maru said calmly, "I know I have no chance of winning against you alone, so we will attack together."
"That's how it should be." Kyle nodded in satisfaction, his eyes fell on the Risan sword held by the man, and he said with some interest: "Is that the legendary demon sword 'Murasame' in your hand?"
"That's right. Murasame should not have been unsheathed, but unfortunately this is the moment of life and death for Hojo Ittoryu, and we can only go against our ancestors and use it." Hojo Maru said, holding the scabbard with his left hand and the finely carved hilt with his right hand, and pulled out the slender Murasame inch by inch.
Kyle looked at the so-called demon sword.
The hilt of the sword is an artistic-level master carving, and the blade is as bright as a mirror with a cold glow. It looks very good. With the ancient craftsmanship level of Risang, it is almost as good as Howard's sodium-carbon steel one-handed sword forged with high-end technology.
But in fact, it seems that there is no obvious difference from other Risan swords...
Chapter 106 Super Ninja
This school's dojo is different from the previous ones that overestimated their own capabilities or adhered to Bushido. It seems that it is very aware of its own weakness and the strength of the enemy and is determined to fight to the death.
"Let's begin." Kyle stared seriously, raised his fists crossed in front of his chest, six dark claws stretched out sharply, and the Venom suit also entered a full coverage combat state.
His dark body, which seemed to be born purely for fighting and killing, released a cold, brutal and oppressive aura that made people afraid to approach him.
"All disciples of Hojo Ittoryu, listen up. Today we will live and die with the gym, and fight until the last drop of blood is shed!" Hojo Maru shouted, holding Murasame in both hands and stretching across him. The swordsmanship disciples behind him also drew their swords with the belief that they would die.
"Kill!" Everyone in the gym hall roared, raised their swords, and rushed forward in their wooden clogs.
"Come on!" Kyle smiled coldly. He had no intention of dodging at all. He lowered his body and sprinted forward, choosing to fight in a one-on-many head-on battle.
He was used to fighting many battles, big and small, with one strike. For him, it was like a common thing.
Kyle accelerated into the group of warriors and quickly raised his right hand to block. Suddenly, nearly a dozen swords slashed forward at the vibranium arm guard. Thanks to its ability to absorb external kinetic energy, it easily blocked all the oncoming attacks.
He swung the sharp claw of his right hand downward, and several warriors within half a meter in front of him immediately screamed and fell back to the ground, covering their abdomens with blood spurting out.
This was just the beginning of a bloody battle. Soon other warriors came forward to fill the gap. Several Risan knives fell on Kyle's defenseless back, but failed to break the tough protection of the Venom suit.
The warriors opened their mouths in horror, and the next moment, their bodies were torn apart by the sharp claws like paper, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Kyle seemed to be repeating the same battle as before, ignoring the enemy's sword attacks, not caring even if he was physically injured, and immersed in the killing like a monster.
When nearly ten samurai fell to the ground, Hojo Maru, who was in the middle of the battle, couldn't help but yell, "Go!"
"Hmm?" Being besieged by many warriors, Kyle raised his scarlet eyes and was about to look for the figure of Hojo Gym Master, but two tiny sounds breaking through the wind faintly reached his ears.
In his field of vision, two dart-shaped hidden weapons continued to grow larger and exploded at close range at a speed faster than ordinary bullets, accurately and fiercely shooting into his eyes.
Kyle, a super soldier, had no time to dodge the attack from the hidden weapon, which was hard to defend against. He could only quickly close his eyes. The dart pierced his eyelids, which were protected by venom, and he felt a subtle numbness and stinging sensation.
"It's now!"
Hojo Maru and nine samurai, who had been wandering at the back of the battle, looking for an opportunity, stepped forward quickly, bursting out at a speed far exceeding their previous speed, approaching Kyle who had his eyes closed.
Their movements were swift and powerful, and as they passed by Kyle's side, they slashed through the air with great speed, breaking through the venom-protective outer layer and leaving ten long bloody marks on his sturdy body.
Careless!
Kyle closed his eyes calmly, sensing that the last warrior was about to retreat from his shoulder. He quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the man's calf, and simply dragged the enemy's body high up, then slammed it down to the floor with all his strength.
"Sixth Brother!"
"little six!"
The remaining nine people who retreated to a safe distance after the attack cried out in surprise.
The seriously injured Kyle opened his red eyes and looked down at the young samurai who was groaning in pain. He was also dressed in the black kimono of the same school, but the card ability he possessed was far beyond the reach of those swordsmanship disciples.
[True Assassination Mastery], [True Hidden Weapon Mastery], [True Disguise Mastery], [Poison Mastery], [Forbearance Psychology Mastery]...
There were more than 20 green ability cards, all of which were based on extreme assassination techniques. Among them, there was also an especially conspicuous blue ability card.
[Super Ninja]: A super ninja physique unique to the Risang warriors (an inferior version of the super soldier). Blue ability card.
Through various poisons and hormone mixtures that are continuously injected into the samurai's body, after the samurai endure inhuman pain, the human body's potential is forcibly tapped, and the super ninja physique is exchanged for the longevity of the body.
The genes in the body become unstable, cells no longer age and die, and characteristics similar to those of cancer patients appear.
Gain the top strength, speed, reaction ability of normal humans, as well as the ultimate physical endurance and ability to withstand blows.
The natural lifespan cannot exceed fifty years.
"So, there really are ninjas in Risang. I underestimated you." Kyle sneered, clamped the neck of the ninja with his right arm, and stood up while dragging his injured body.
He glanced at the ninja caught in the arm. The ninja's ability to withstand blows was indeed not bad. After enduring the violent blow just now, he was still conscious and kicking his feet in the air, struggling violently.
Unfortunately, Kyle's super soldier is a higher-level super ninja, and his mutation and evolution are even more perfect. The opponent cannot shake his powerful arms at all.
"Boss." The eight ninjas disguised as swordsmen looked anxiously at Hojo Maru, the leader, and waited for his orders. Hojo Maru shook his head indifferently, ignoring the struggling ninja, holding the bloodstained Murasame and looking coldly at Kyle.
"You're not the original owner of this place, are you?" Kyle asked with narrowed eyes.
"The original owner of the hall has long been dead. All of us here are disguised people from our ninja organization and the military." Hojo Maru said coldly: "You have nowhere to escape. Put down Xiaoliu in your hand, and I can still let you live to see His Majesty the Emperor."
"Sorry, I never accept threats from others." Kyle chuckled, and stretched his right arm with all his strength, clamping the ninja's neck with a crackling sound. The ninja struggled a little, but after his neck was broken, his limbs fell lifelessly.
He loosened the protection of his right arm with the vibranium arm guard and threw the ninja's body to the ground.
"You!" The other eight ninjas shouted angrily, but the next scene made them open their eyes wide in horror.
Kyle was seen standing upright, breathing slightly, with all the large and small wounds on his body healing rapidly, which looked extremely strange.
Hojo Maru, the leader of the ninja team, said as if he had expected it: "It is just as the surviving soldiers of the army said, a very strong self-healing ability."
Kyle frowned slightly, something was wrong. The other party had long known that he had super self-healing abilities, so why would he stop attacking after one strike and allow him to delay his recovery
He suddenly realized that something was wrong with his body. He reached behind with his left hand and found that the cut on his back caused by Hojo Maru showed no signs of healing and was still bleeding.
"This is the demon sword Murasame. It can kill with one strike, and the wounds it causes can never be healed. You can only let the blood in your body flow out." Hojo Maru smiled and raised the Murasame in his hand, which was covered with enchanting blood.