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Without waiting for it to launch an attack, he swung his knife again and stabbed it hard in the side of its waist, leaving a wound.

"what happened?"

"Can't react, you ugly red-haired gorilla!"

"come!"

Mako Hirako mocked arrogantly, but he was careful to keep a safe distance from the monster in front of him, in case it swung its arms and hit him.

In my heart, I secretly prayed that those bastard instructors would come to support me as soon as possible.

Although he seemed to have the upper hand now, in fact, it was because the monster in front of him was temporarily unable to adapt to the rules of "reverse caressing", which allowed him to delay time.

Based on the feeling of the three sword strikes just now, Mako Hirako has clearly understood the gap between himself and the monster in front of him.

'It's really hard.'

"Is this the legendary Steelhide?"

"As for Achukas... we'll need a captain to handle it."

Mako Hirako leaned slightly sideways, carefully hiding the hand holding the knife.

If you could see, you would find that his palms were shaking slightly at this moment.

This is not a scary thing.

Instead, he was shocked by the recoil when he was hit by those few slashes.

Even the knife was a little unsteady.

However, he was obviously being overly cautious.

Obviously, even if he showed this hand, the angry red ghost would not notice these details.

The moment he heard the mocking voice of Hirako Mako, he rushed out like a wild bull, roaring and waving his huge arms towards Hirako, making sharp explosions in the air.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The huge figure rushed into the dense forest, and its red arms swept across the thick tree trunks, tearing the towering ancient trees into pieces like chopsticks. It then grabbed two and pulled them out by the roots, sweeping them to both sides indiscriminately like a stick.

"I'm definitely going to beat you, a little yellow-haired brat, into a pulp!!"

"Go to hell!"

Even Makoto Hirako didn't dare to confront the enemy head-on in such a situation. He retreated three steps and carefully observed the guy's position.

"If you can't inflict a fatal injury, try to slow down the movement."

Even in this situation, Makoto Hirako tried her best to maintain her analytical ability and her eyes quickly scanned the red ghost's knees, heels, joints and other parts.

"If you can't cut it off in one go, just use more strikes."

However, just as he was thinking this, he looked up at the red ghost.

But suddenly he discovered that the green head next to the red head actually glanced in his correct direction.

Hirako Mako's heart suddenly felt like it was being gripped by something.

Subconsciously changed position.

"boom!"

Almost at the moment he stepped to the other side.

The red ghost suddenly threw the huge tree in his hand, and it pierced into the distance like a javelin.

The direction is completely opposite.

Seeing this, Hirako Mako finally breathed a sigh of relief.

'Coincidence? '

Think about it too.

It would be really weird if we could immediately find the correct direction for a guy like this who always yells and screams.

Put aside some distractions.

When the red ghost shot another huge tree like a javelin into an open space that was completely unrelated to where he was, Pingzi immediately seized the opportunity and rushed towards the back of the red ghost.

The blade drew a clear arc in the air, pointing directly at the ankle.

However, just when the blade in Pingzi's hand cut into the huge ankle.

Suddenly, there was an extremely oppressive sound of breaking wind behind my ears.

"call--!"

Mako Hirako's eyes suddenly widened.

The fist alone was equivalent to the giant green hand of his entire upper body. Like slapping a mosquito, it drew an afterimage from left to right that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and hit his side with extremely strong force.

The moment the green palm touched the body, Makoto Hirako seemed to hear a sound like porcelain breaking when falling to the ground.

The torso, still in the posture of swinging the knife, suddenly twisted to the other side under the slap of the giant palm.

Ribs, sternum, skull, eardrum.

The entire left side of the body seemed to be completely shattered, the skin burst, and various body fluids squeezed out from the torn wound like squeezed water bags.

Even my brain went blank for a moment.

At that moment, Hirako suddenly understood why Aizen died from this blow without any ability to resist.

The gap is too big.

"boom!"

His entire body shot into the soil like an arrow, rolling and sliding dozens of meters on the ground flattened by the red ghosts.

In the peripheral vision of Mako Hirako.

The green head that was originally embedded in the red ghost's shoulder had disappeared at some point.

to the opposite.

The green head and body actually protruded a lot from behind the red ghost's butt.

At the same time that the red ghost slapped his palm forward.

The green ghost also slapped out in the completely opposite direction behind him in complete synchronization with it.

Right in the bull's eye.

Mako Hirako watched this scene, blood gushing out of his body as he curled up on the ground.

"Cough, cough cough..."

He still held the knife in his hand, but his left hand was completely powerless. He didn't dare to look down, but just stared straight in the direction of the green ghost.

how come?

A fool with only that kind of intelligence actually...?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the green ghost's body slowly shrinking, and the huge head squeezed out from the red ghost's shoulder again, turning to look in the direction of Pingzi.

"Anyway, as long as the blue ghost's movements are completely opposite to the red ghost's, it will be able to hit you."

"Right?"

Qing Gui still had that silly tone.

But coupled with that terrifying strength, it gives people a chilling sense of indifference.

It turns out it's not stupid?

Mako Hirako suddenly didn't want to complain anymore.

A fool can defeat a master.

Nothing.

"You bastard, Green Ghost!"

"I'm the one who's going to grind him into a paste!"

However, the red ghost started to scream and shout, looking like he was about to die.

Pingzi lay on the ground, breathing out less than breathing in.

He looked forward, but his vision gradually became blurred.

It's probably because of excessive blood loss.

I don’t know whether Yamada and his juniors escaped. They are really unlucky.

No.

wrong...

Mako Hirako thought to herself, but slowly forced a rather complicated smile onto her face.

The most unlucky guy should be Sosuke.

"That guy is obviously the most talented one among us..."

"Much better than me."

"In the end, I didn't even have time to display my true strength, and was easily killed by you, a bastard."

"If I were him, I would definitely feel so wronged that I want to cry right now, right?"

"You bastard...you bastard!"

Mako Hirako's voice, which started as a low soliloquy, gradually became louder.

His voice grew louder and louder with every word, and he gritted his teeth.

Until finally, he suddenly raised his head.

The weak face hidden under the messy yellow bob was stained with an unknown liquid mixed with blood.

His eyes were ferocious.

He didn't know where the strength came from.

The left half of the body had clearly been smashed to pieces, but he still managed to support himself on the ground with one hand and struggled to get up.

The whole person seemed like he would collapse if he took another step forward. He completely ignored the pain that was tormenting his nerves and seemed to be about to tear his sanity apart at any moment. He almost squirmed as he moved forward step by step.

His right hand, stained with mud and blood, still tightly grasped the blade.

Even the voice became extremely hoarse.

"How can you just let it go like this?"

Hearing his sharp roar, the blue ghost and the red ghost turned to look at him at the same time.

Four arms slammed heavily to the ground.

Take a step towards him.

Just by stepping on the ground, the huge body would emit a rumbling sound, making people's hearts seem to be tightened.

Mako Hirako dragged his broken body, leaned on his knife, and raised his head with his neck stiff.

The sticky blood dyed the scene before his eyes scarlet, but he still refused to close his eyes.

Until the huge body of the red ghost stood before him.

Raise your arms.

Wave it down.

Mako Hirako stared intently, his eyes bloodshot.

In just a moment, the huge arm that covered the entire sky above his head suddenly fell on his head.

"Boom."

Hirako Mako, who had kept staring until his death, was stunned.

A familiar sound rang in my ears.

The red ghost in front of him suddenly disappeared.