I Am In Marvel

This genre gym is different from the previous gyms that do not know their strength or stick to Bushido. They are very aware of their own weaknesses, understand the strength of the enemy, and are determined to fight to the death.

"Let's start then." Kyle stared earnestly, raised his fists in front of his chest, six dark claws pointed out sharply, and the venom suit also entered a full-covered combat state.

His dark body, which seemed to be born purely for fighting and killing, released a cold and tyrannical repressive aura, which was daunting.

"All the disciples of Hojo Ichitoru are instructed. I am waiting to co-exist and die with the dojo today, until I shed the last drop of blood!" Hojo Maru shouted, holding Murakami in front of him in both hands, and the swordsmanship disciples behind him still took The belief of death, draw out the sword in his hand.

"Kill!!" everyone in the hall of the gymnasium shouted, raised their swords, and kicked their clogs to rush forward.

"Come on!" Kyle smiled coldly, without the slightest intention of avoiding, sinking down and sprinting, choosing to fight one-to-many.

He has become accustomed to battles of all sizes with a single blow, and for him, it seems to be something he takes for granted.

Kyle rushed into the group of warriors, reacted quickly and raised his right hand to block in front. Suddenly, nearly a dozen swords were chopped forward on the vibrating armrests, absorbing the characteristics of external kinetic energy, and easily intercepted the oncoming All the slashes that came.

He swung the sharp claw of his right hand horizontally, and several samurai within half a meter in front of him screamed immediately, clutching his blood-spattered abdomen and retreated to the ground.

This was only the beginning of the bloody battle, and soon the rest of the warriors moved forward to fill the vacancies. Several Sunsang knives fell on Kyle's undefended back, but they did not break the tough protection of the venom suit.

The samurai opened their mouths in horror. In the next instant, their bodies were torn apart by sharp claws, and the broken flesh and blood splashed.

Kyle seemed to be repeating the same battle before, ignoring the enemy's sword attack, even if he was injured physically, he was immersed in the killing like a monster.

After nearly ten samurai died and fell to the ground, Hojo Maru, who was in the middle of the battle, finally couldn't help but shouted, "Do it!"

"Huh?" Amidst the siege of many samurai, Kyle raised his scarlet eyes, and was about to look for the figure of the owner of Hojo Pavilion, but two small voices that broke the wind faintly came into his ears.

In his field of vision, the two dart-shaped hidden weapons continuously zoomed in, exploding and projecting in the vicinity faster than ordinary bullets, and if they were quasi-relentless, they would shoot into both eyes separately.

This invincible hidden weapon attack, with Kyle’s super soldier’s reflex arc, was too late to dodge, so he could only quickly close his eyes, and darts stuck on the venom-protected eyelids, sending a subtle tingling sensation.

"It's now!"

Hojo Maru and the nine samurai, who had been in the back of the battle, stepped forward quickly, exploding at a speed much faster than before, approaching Kyle with his eyes closed.

Their movements are swift and powerful, and in conjunction with the moment they pass by Kyle, a wave of breaking wind swiftly cuts through the air, breaking through the venom protective skin, leaving ten slender blood marks on his sturdy body. .

Careless!

Kyle closed his eyes calmly, sensing that the last samurai 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, with all his strength. Smashed down to the floor.

"Old Six!"

"little six!"

After the remaining one blow, the nine people who withdrew from a safe distance exclaimed.

The wounded Kyle opened his red eyes and looked down at the young samurai who was groaning in pain. He was also dressed in kimono and black clothes at the school hall, but his card abilities were far beyond those of swordsmanship disciples. Comparable.

[True·Assassination Proficiency], [True·Concealed Weapon Proficiency], [True·Disguise Proficiency], [Poison Proficiency], [Tolerance Psychology Proficiency]……

More than twenty green ability cards,

[Super Ninja]: Super Ninja physique unique to Nissan Samurai (inferior version of Super Soldier).Blue ability card.

Through a mixture of various poisons and hormones, it continuously penetrates into the samurai's body. After enduring inhuman suffering, it forcibly taps the human body's potential, and the super ninja physique in exchange for the life of the body.

Genes are unstable in the body, and cells will no longer age and die, appearing like cancer patients.

Obtain the top strength, speed, and reaction ability of normal human beings, as well as the ultimate physical endurance and resistance ability of human beings.

Natural life span cannot live beyond fifty.

"It turns out that Risang really has ninjas, I underestimated you." Kyle sneered, his right arm was clamped by the neck of the ninja he was holding, and the whole person dragged his injured body to his feet.

He glanced at the ninja clamped by the arm. The ninja's ability to resist was indeed not bad. He experienced the violent blow just now, and consciously kicked his floating feet, struggling constantly.

It is a pity that Kyle’s super soldier is the upper level of the super ninja, and the mutation and evolution are more perfect. The opponent can't shake his powerful arm.

"Boss." The eight ninjas around who were disguised as swordsman disciples set their eyes on the headed Hojo Maru urgently, waiting for his instructions.Hojo Maru shook his head indifferently, ignoring the struggling ninja, holding the blood-stained Murakami in his hand and looking at Kyle coldly.

"You are not the original museum owner here." Kyle asked, squinting.

"The owner of the original museum is dead long ago. This is all people disguised by our ninja organization and the military." Hojo Maru said coldly: "You have nowhere to run. Put down the little Liu in your hand and I can still let you live. Go to see His Majesty the Emperor."

"Sorry, I never accept threats from others." Kyle chuckled, his right arm contracted with full force, and the ninja's neck clicked and squeaked. The ninja struggled a little, and his limbs fell down after the neck was clipped.

He loosened the right arm protected by the vibrating armguard and threw the ninja's body on the floor.

"You!" The other eight ninjas uttered angrily, but the next scene made them open their eyes in horror.

I saw Kyle standing upright and panting slightly, the large and small wounds on his body healed quickly, looking very strange.

Hojo Maru, headed by the ninja squad, said as expected: "Sure enough, as the surviving soldiers of the army said, it has a strong self-healing ability."

Kyle frowned slightly, something was wrong, the other party had known that he had super self-healing, how could he stop attacking after a blow, and let him delay his recovery.

Suddenly he realized that his body was abnormal, and touched his left hand back. The cut caused by Hojo Maru on his back showed no signs of self-healing, and blood continued to gush out.

"This is the Demon Blade Murasame. One hit kills. The scars caused cannot be healed permanently. You can only let the blood in the body flow out." Hojo Maru smiled and raised Murasame with the enchanting blood in his hands.