Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1142: Two Tigers

In this atmosphere of despair and confusion, most of the remaining disciples finally chose to escape from the road that seemed to lead to endless death.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, as if what the Busujima family insisted on was not the training of warriors, but some kind of indescribable madness.

They couldn't understand why the Busujima family did this?
More importantly, Shinichiro Busujima did not stop them from escaping. He stared coldly at the fleeing disciples. There was no ripple in his heart, as if he had already expected this to happen.

In his opinion, a true warrior should not be bound by fear, nor should he give up because of temporary difficulties.

Those who choose to escape are not strong enough in their determination and cannot withstand the ultimate path pursued by the Busujima family.

What the Busujima family needs is a loyal person who can live and die with them, and who can offer everything without complaint or reason, no matter how dangerous the road ahead.

"What do they want to do?"

This sentence not only echoed in the intelligence departments of the island nation and America, but also became a hot topic around the world.

Intelligence agencies from various countries have sent elite spies to try to uncover the mystery of the Busujima family.

They lurked in the dark, observing the every move of the Busujima family, but no matter how deeply they investigated, the real intentions of the Busujima family were like a fog, making it difficult to understand.

Some people speculated that the Dushima family might be looking for a way to quickly increase spiritual power through actual combat exercises. However, this speculation was quickly denied by the disciples who escaped from the Dushima family.

They claimed that the Busujima family did not teach them any secrets about spiritual power training, but only let them fight life-and-death battles with demons and monsters to hone their swordsmanship.

To outsiders, such behavior is undoubtedly extremely crazy.

“What a bunch of lunatics.”

Such comments spread throughout the island nation and even the world.

It is hard for people to understand why the Busujima family would take such an extreme approach to cultivate the so-called samurai spirit. Using demons and monsters as a whetstone is like an absurd plot in a movie, but it is actually happening here.

Shinichiro Busujima turned a deaf ear to this. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to find the power that could allow him to feel the true spiritual power.

He held a sword forged from a special alloy, and he had killed several facehuggers, but the demonic power of these monsters did not seem to be enough to stimulate the spiritual power in his body.

"Is it not dangerous enough? Or are the powers of these monsters too weak to put enough pressure on me?"

Shinichiro Busujima thought to himself.

He decided that the next targets he would have to deal with would be those monsters and demons that looked even more powerful and more dangerous.

He believed that only by lingering on the brink of life and death could he truly unleash his body's potential and touch the threshold of spiritual power.

In fact, Shinichiro Busujima's idea is not an isolated case.

The bodyguards, assassins, and martial artists under the command of the chaebols also flocked to Tokyo during this period.

Each of them has the dream of becoming an extraordinary person.

In this era, being a transcendent means supreme glory and status, and the ability to master power that others cannot achieve.

Therefore, they are willing to fight against demons and monsters at all costs in order to temper their bodies and improve their strength.

As night falls, the roars of demons and the screams of humans can be heard from the streets of Tokyo.

This is a war without the smoke of gunpowder, but it is more cruel than any other war.

A man with bare hands and wearing only boxer briefs was walking alone on this dangerous street.

His figure was particularly eye-catching under the dim light, like a bright spot in the night.

The man was in his twenties or thirties, with a head of slightly messy black short hair that fluttered gently in the breeze. His muscles were well-proportioned, like a sculpture by Michelangelo, full of strength and beauty.

Although he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, the man looked very imposing. He had already killed several facehuggers in the area, and those disgusting little creatures were his warm-up exercises.

However, the demon in front of him made him feel unprecedented pressure.

The lower body of this demon is a hybrid of a spider and a scorpion. Its eight hairy legs move quickly on the ground, and its tail is dragging a huge scorpion tail that flashes with cold light.

The upper body looks like a cross between a mantis and a beetle, covered in a hard shell and emitting a disgusting stench.

The man took a deep breath and adjusted himself.

He knew that facing such an opponent, the slightest negligence could lead to disastrous consequences.

He kicked out sideways, Erhu Style·Vajra Type·Iron Crushing Kick!

This blow was like a huge battle axe chopping through the air, making a heart-wrenching whistle, and attacking the demon with the momentum of destroying everything.

However, the demon easily blocked the attack with its forelimbs.

Its scimitar-like forelimbs flashed a cold light in the air, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up slightly, and an excited look appeared on his calm face.

Instead of feeling frustrated by the failure of this attack, he became even more excited.

He knew that only by fighting powerful opponents could he continuously improve his strength.

The monster let out a strange cry, as if it was a provocation to the man.

Its mantis-like forelimbs swung towards the man again at an astonishing speed.

The man pushed his feet forward, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the opponent's forelimbs with his bare hands.

However, he was not chopped into pieces.

He moved sideways and to the right, shrinking his chest and tightening his abdomen. His body suddenly became as soft as a willow leaf, allowing the sharp scimitar to pass through his chest and back without even cutting a corner of his clothes.

"Two Tiger Styles, Cao Style, Willow Body!"

The man silently recited the name of this move in his mind.

His movements are smooth and natural.

He took a step forward, but his foot misstepped and his whole body swayed in the air. He dodged the demon's giant claws like a ghost and rushed into its arms.

"Two Tiger Styles·Fire Sky Type·Phantom Step!"

The man once again displayed his special skill.

His figure left an afterimage in the air, as if he had moved instantly, causing the demon's attack to miss again.

He took the opportunity to get close to the demon's body and hugged its arms tightly, which were as thick as a human waist.

The demon roared in anger and tried to break free from the man's grasp.

However, the man took advantage of the moment when the opponent's attack missed and staggered forward, and used all his muscles to pull and swing.

Erhuliu·Water and Sky Type·Water Return!

He lifted up the gigantic demon and threw it out like garbage.

(End of this chapter)