Zongman, can you be immortal with me for the rest of your life?

"Shh!"

The sound of breaking wind appeared.

They're ready to fight if they don't agree! They're definitely the same kind!

Hmm! The way he holds the knife looks like he has a kendo background! However, his moves are quite aggressive, and it looks like he's often involved in fights and death battles, completely aiming to take others' lives, completely disregarding defense. If that's the case...

The information flashed through his mind, and the next moment he suddenly found that the blade was right in front of him.

So fast!

The speed at which his hands and feet felt cold instantly reminded Benbu of the man who could hold his knife.

"clang!"

Benbu raised the dagger, but the next moment the dagger was already flying in the air.

The sheer strength of his physical fitness seemed to block any possibility of using any skills.

However, this department has no shortage of experienced people.

"Snapped!"

He threw the bag of lime in his hand directly out.

"Ok?"

Kirito took a step back, then lifted the bag on his back and fanned it in the air.

As the wind blew, the lime exploded in the air, but was quickly blown away.

However, when Kirito continued to look for the other party's location, he smelled a foul smell and a cloud of smoke rose in front of his eyes.

It's a stink bomb! Plus a smoke bomb. What's wrong with this old man? He was just here to exercise, but he started fighting after a disagreement.

Kirito retreated to the platform, holding his sword ready at all times.

As a result, I saw a figure in the smoke running towards the woods.

Run...run away?

Kirito looked at the figure running away into the forest and had no intention of chasing after him.

This strange guy doesn't seem to be an evil creature. It's better to ignore this naughty guy.

But just as Kirito showed signs of turning around, shouts were heard from the woods.

"Hey, hey! Bro, are you a coward? Don't run!"

Honbu Izang also felt it was strange. That wasn't right. The most regrettable thing for a martial artist was that he had learned all the martial arts but had nowhere to display them. He had done so many things that deserved a beating, so shouldn't the other party come after him and beat him up?

"If you run away, I'll chase you! I might even secretly throw a flying knife at you. Just think of it as fulfilling an old man's wish. Come on, fight!"

He said he was coming to fight, but he was hiding in the woods with no intention of coming out.

What a hassle!

Kirito couldn't hold back when he heard about being tracked.

How come I run into such a useless person when I go out?

When I run, you chase me and attack me. When I chase you, you run. What do you want?

The eaves!

"Hey, hey! Since you said you wanted to spar, then come out."

"No, I'm just an ordinary old man who became strong through hard work. I don't have a monster body like yours. If we have to fight head-on, at least prepare a machine gun for me."

The other party is quite single and is not afraid to admit his shortcomings.

However, Kirito also curled his lips. Ordinary humans could not throw lime powder when he took action.

This guy's physical fitness is definitely top-notch among the fighters on that ship.

As he spoke, a flying knife was thrown out from the woods.

Kirito didn't resist, so the knife didn't fly towards him, but stuck in the ground.

"Oh, that's really cold. Then I, old man, will come out to accompany you."

The master, who had assembled a folding spear from nowhere, emerged from the mist.

While he was talking, he reached into his pocket again. Kirito instinctively thought there was a hidden weapon and got ready to attack, but the man's face darkened and he raised his spear and jumped at him.

Kirito immediately raised his sword and prepared to chop, but found that the opponent was about to stab his foot. He raised his foot and stepped directly on the gun body, then swept the sword horizontally.

The knife sliced through the white hair and stopped at Benbu's forehead, but the distance was just not enough.

However, Kirito did not intend to kill the opponent. He stopped when he saw a few drops of cold sweat on the opponent's forehead.

Looking at the blade so close at hand, Benbu tilted his head nervously.

"I lost, I lost. You're really amazing..."

Kirito shook his head when he heard the other party admit defeat.

What a weird old man! He was about to take the knife back.

"But, it's because you're so powerful that I can't let you go!"

Kirito felt his feet become unstable. The other party must have pressed some button, and the front part of the assembled gun actually fell off.

Then the man raised the stick in his hand, which had turned into a short stick, and hit him.

"Become my disciple! You've been able to fight so recklessly in modern society and develop such proficiency in weaponry. If you can learn all my skills and use them with this monstrous body, you'll surely be able to achieve things I can't even imagine!"

While Honbu was speaking, the steel rod in his hand had been cut in half by Kirito.

"You weird old man who talks to himself has a limit!"

Kirito was almost laughing at this old man. He said he would surrender and attacked without hesitation for even a second. Is he a human being?

This time, Kirito didn't care whether he would be hurt or not, he decided to teach this guy a lesson.

He turned the blade sideways, facing him with the back of the blade, and slashed at him horizontally.

"Pooh!"

As a result, Kirito saw the old man's black lips slightly raised, and a mouthful of thick phlegm was about to be released, so he quickly stepped back.

"You should have just attacked directly instead of dodging. It's just some saliva. If you just endure it, you won't have to be harassed by me anymore.

And, if your opponent cares about these things, you should use them without hesitation. Look, I avoided a blow that would have seriously injured me just by doing this. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you!"

Do you think this is some kind of period chivalrous drama? You're still forcing yourself to learn it, right?

Kirito felt very unlucky today as he met such a genius when he went out.

What is this Hachadajiang? You are trying to teach people, right?

"..."

But just as Kirito opened his mouth, he saw the man take out something that looked like a lighter from his arms.

"The filaments in here are as sharp as the finest sea fishing line. If you're not careful, you could break your limbs. But I know a very good doctor who can reattach them and make sure they're still working properly. Be careful!"

The old man raised his hand and threw out the steel wire. It was obviously a thin wire, but in his hand it was as flexible as a lasso in the hands of a cowboy.

"Shh!"

Kirito could only barely see the almost invisible line in the air with his own eyesight.

Kirito felt that this thing was indeed useful. If he could use it as easily as this old man, it would surely be of some use in battle.

However, Kirito smiled and said that he didn't need anyone to teach him how to kick.

Are swords and knives such inconvenient objects?

However, even if the line was sharp, it was useless. Kirito slashed upwards, and when Honbu was about to show a smug expression, Kirito threw the knife away, leaned forward, grabbed Honbu's clothes and pulled him over.

Not good! Honbu was shocked and wanted to twist his body to let the blade hidden in his clothes slide to Kirito or let the small prop in his hand pull the steel wire to shrink.

But the next moment, the sharp pain in his abdomen almost made him roll his eyes.

241

Chapter 241 That day still happened.

In Akabanedai Hospital.

The old man and Baki carried the fruit basket and placed it beside the bed.

"Headquarters, I heard that you fought one of those four guys."

Tokugawa looked at Honbu, who was lying in the hospital with a bruised face.

"call……"

Benbu, who was lying down, breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I don't know who you're talking about, but if it's someone you can draw your attention to, then the one who fought me must be me."

Tokugawa finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why didn't you contact me? Haven't you always wanted to prove yourself in front of everyone? Why don't you go to Tokyo Dome for this fight?"

Although the words were relatively gentle, the tone was completely like a roar.

"Haha, why? Because I want to take that guy as my disciple. He has a great talent for swordsmanship. If he could experience more life-and-death battles, he might have a chance to rival those sword masters of ancient times. Plus, with that kind of physique, even if Sasaki Kojiro were to be resurrected, he wouldn't be his match."

"Brother...disciple...?"

Tokugawa's expression was distorted like a chrysanthemum, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Honbu, stop joking."

"Are you kidding? Yeah, if I told you that I, Honbu Izo, was going to teach that guy something, it's only natural that you would think I was just bragging.

But I have to tell you.”

Motobu turned his head towards Baki.

"Your father will surely be interested in them?"

"Yes, the man has returned from America just for them."

Basuga had a matter-of-fact expression.

“Well, I don’t want to be too rude, but if Yujiro wants to challenge them, please prepare a bazooka for him.

Although he doesn't have enough skills, his desire for victory is the same as mine. Even if he is your father, it's best not to do this."

"What did you say?!"

Baki, who is essentially obsessed with his father, is angry!

……

After the inexplicable encounter, Kirito lost interest in training and took away all the usable equipment from the opponent as usual. Halfway through the journey, Kirito realized that there was no need to do so. He was not on the battlefield and could prepare the equipment himself.

"I guess I can't get rid of this bad habit."

Kirito shook his head.

After taking a walk outside, Kirito thought of the two gatekeepers at home and decided to bring some food for them.

I remembered that I mentioned Osaka before, so I bought a few Okonomiyaki to take away.

When I got home, Kazuma and Keri had just finished their magic lesson for the day.

"What did you learn?"

Kirito put the bag down and asked curiously.

"To drive away the disease, the next step should be to find the signposts."

"Looking for a signpost?"

Kirito was stunned by the name.

"I don't know the principle, but it's like trying to find a way out of a maze. I'm not sure what it's like."

Kazuma shook his head, indicating that you don’t need to understand things about the occult so clearly, and walked over to open Kirito’s packing box.

"Oh, Okonomiyaki? Do you have meat and shrimp?"