Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 73: Musashi?! When did you come?

"Well, it looks like it's over there too."

There was a hum in the relaxed voice, and Ritsuka shook his head and looked into the distance with a smile. He stood up straight, his strong muscles knocked away the broken wood chips, pushed away the smoke and dust, and gradually exposed himself to the sunlight.

His clothes had been completely burned at this point, not even his pants were left, leaving his body soaked in the air.

From a distance, it looks like a meticulously crafted work of art, with every detail filled with the perfect combination of strength and beauty.

The black hair was not burned under the high temperature. Although it was messy, it did not look shabby at all.

The neck muscles are slightly raised and the lines are smooth, making people almost unable to resist kissing the blood vessels and feeling the burning blood flow.

His shoulders were broad and powerful, as if he could carry the whole world like Hercules in Greek mythology; his muscular lines were faintly visible under the cover of smoke, exuding an indescribable masculine charm.

The muscles in his arms are strong and elastic, and when he walks, he swings his arms naturally, just like a heavy machine swinging under the influence of a crane.

His chest muscles are full and firm, like a piece of carefully polished jade; his abdomen has clear lines and distinct muscle layers; his waist is flexible and strong, adding a bit of agility and charm to his figure.

Perfect sculptures, perfect bodies, even an artist as demanding as Nero would be amazed and then start to feel anxious and touch them.

That is the body forged from the human heart and human soul.

How can people not be moved by using hard and painstaking training to surpass medicine and God's gift?

I believe that even Nozomi feels the same way.

Otherwise, how could she be so close to Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

Tightly captured by its warmth! Wrapped in that hot palm! Like that.——

Only the head was left, which was held tightly in Lixiang's palm!
The neck was cut off by the dividing line, leaving only the head on the noose. At this moment, even the eyeballs began to shrink gradually, and the light in the eyes began to dim, but he still maintained a smile.

".How cruel! It's fine if you just hit the woman's body, but how can you blow her head off?"

"I am a feminist, and..." Ritsuka smiled. "It was a great fight, it was fun, thank you."

".I'm glad I didn't disappoint you. However, you are a monster to be able to defeat a sorcerer with a complete domain without any domain."

"Do you feel the same even if you live for a thousand years?"

Ritsuka tilted her head playfully.

"Of course, there are no more than five examples like you in history."

"Really? I think that whether it's me, Gojo, or Jie, we can do it."

Fujimaru interrupted Nozomi's speech.

"They are too weak." The young man said without malice, but very viciously, "The times carry the footprints of mankind. Without the ambition to surpass the ancients, how can we push the pinnacle of mankind to a higher peak and a more distant shore - although I am just an ordinary person."

Haha, does this mean the heroic spirits will forgive me?
Just shaking it with his hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka took a quick look and found that there was not even much blood dripping from the broken neck of the noose.

"Will you die if I crush your head?"

"Of course~ But could you please not say such horrible things~"

Noose squinted his eyes and smiled tiredly.

"I don't think Fujimaru-kun would do something like killing someone."

"Who knows."

Li Xiang really doesn't like killing people.

It's okay for cursed spirits, they don't belong to the category of life, so Fujimaru Ritsuka will deprive them of them unscrupulously.

But in his previous world, whether they were criminals, Dead Apostles, or True Ancestors, Fujimaru Ritsuka never took their lives easily.

There are many reasons, but the most important one is that he cannot become a destroyer of "order".

Although his brain is broken and filled with the impulse of pleasure, Ritsuka Fujimaru knows the importance of procedures and does not feel that he is qualified to bypass the trial stage to decide the life and death of other lives, so he will stop.

The heroes also approved of his actions.

He would not kill unless necessary.

but--

That is not the case now.

The noose must die! He must die!
Fujimaru didn't make a move because the reversal technique had somehow slowed down, and his broken arm tendons were slowly recovering, and -

boom!
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard behind his head. Ritsuka Fujimaru turned his head slightly to avoid it and looked sideways.

There was no shadow, no breath, only the sound of the leaning branches brushing against each other.

but.
Fujimaru clenched the head in his hands, trying to crush it alive, while slightly twisting his neck.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? My dear employer, you're going to make it very difficult for me if you're captured alive like this."

in front of.

In front of.

There, stood a man.

The gunshot that sounded behind him appeared in front of him.

The man had muscles that could only be described as burly, and if Fujimaru Ritsuka was perfectly lean, this man was exaggeratedly muscular.

It was like engraving lines on a huge rock. When he exerted force, his tense muscles seemed to tear his clothes. At this moment, he was squatting on the tree trunk in front of him, holding a pure black Glock pistol in one hand and a narrow Japanese sword in the other. On his broad back was a heavy-looking iron coffin. No one knew what was inside.

The man had a smile on his face and looked down at Fujimaru Ritsuka with interest.

When he squatted, one could clearly see his overly muscular thigh muscles, like two huge stone pillars, supporting his iron tower-like body. His shoulders could no longer be described as double-door refrigerators, but more like a bloated mountain of flesh, making one doubt whether he could wrestle with a bull.

No, it would be a bit disrespectful to describe him in that way.

bull?

Absolutely, you can do it easily.

Because the pressure this guy is giving Fujimaru Ritsuka right now is even greater than that of the full-blown clepsydra!!
"Hey little brother, you are..." "I guess you are a mercenary."

The man who claimed to be a mercenary had a noticeable gap at the corner of his mouth. There was no special expression in his eyes when he looked at people. Instead, his eyelids were half-covered, giving people a feeling of lack of energy.

sense of violation.

A sense of disharmony that can be clearly felt.

Ritsuka just looked at it twice more and soon noticed the true sense of incongruity.

No cursed power.

I can't sense any cursed energy from this man at all!

There is no cursed energy but there is such a sense of oppression. Either the other party is a weirdo like me who came from the main divine space, or -

An alien in this cursed world.

"Heaven and Curse?"

"Oh~~You have a very good eyesight, and your knowledge reserves are better than the average college kid." The man raised his eyebrows and grinned while weighing the knife up and down with his hands.

"Yes, yes, yes~ It's the Heaven and Curse Bound, without any cursed power. To you sorcerers, it's no different from a caterpillar."

"Really~"

Ritsuka licked the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was the internal organ damage that could not be repaired even by the reversal technique. Fujimaru Ritsuka judged that it would not affect the battle too much and left it alone.

Rather than the dull pain in his body, he was more concerned about the 'enemy' in front of him.

Apart from the sense of disobedience, the biggest feeling is
Feeling of oppression.

"But I think you are stronger and more powerful than Mr. Kosuo and those two special-grade cursed spirits."

There is no doubt that if one were to make an intuitive judgment based purely on cursed power, or in other words, the damage it could cause to nature, Fujimaru would think that the Lekkotsu was greater than the man in front of him, perhaps even by several times.

But when it comes to the threat to one's own life.
Then this man poses a threat dozens of times greater than that of a leaky pot!
To use a Chaldean analogy, it's the difference between an assassin and a berserker.

The difference in purity!
dong dong.

Ritsuka glanced at his chest muscles, and the muscles there began to twitch unconsciously.

Excitement and fear almost filled my chest.

"hehe."

The man didn't say anything, but the curve of his mouth became more obvious, and then his eyeballs turned and looked at the head in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.

"Can I have that?"

"Um, okay."

Without hesitation, Fujimaru threw the head to the man in front of him.

So abrupt, without even any restraint.

But at that moment, neither Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was smiling, nor the man who was still grinning, were surprised at all. Their eyes did not even cross at the spinning Nose head in the air.

Instead, they disappeared from the spot at the same time in the next moment.

boom! ! ! ! !
The black cloth shoes suddenly kicked the side of the samurai sword, and the cursed energy on the surface collided with the steel, producing hot sparks. Both Fujimaru and the assassin unconsciously revealed crazy and hideous grins.

Damn, you have really strong muscles!

Strong and powerful, strong and powerful!!
"A sneak attack is really unreasonable."

"You were the first to illegally invade."

"Gan Linliang, then you should just go for the brand~" The assassin casually threw the black gun in his hand upwards, and then before the gun fell, he suddenly lowered his arm, pulled out a sickle with a chain at the end from his waist, and threw it backwards.

Fujimaru wanted to stop it, so he secretly threw out gravel from behind, intending to cut off the opponent's attack.

however--

puff.

The sickle shattered the stone without losing its kinetic energy. The noose head that was thrown over the head was hooked on the neck by the chain blade, and then the chain was used as a rope to entangle the branch in mid-air, and finally it was hung up like a pig's head in a barbecue shop.

Fujimaru tried to wrestle with the person in front of him, but found that although the other person had no cursed energy, his physical strength was actually greater than his.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka can overturn a car with his bare hands, then this guy can kick a truck like a football, right?
So, can I win at this moment?

The previous attack was just an attempt. If it could scare the opponent into revealing a flaw and capture him directly, that would be the best. If not, it would at least achieve two goals.

One is to test the strength of the enemy in front of him.

The second is.
"Good knife."

"Of course, I took it from your curse tool library."

From the assassin's casual answer, Fujimaru learned that the curse tool library seemed to have been attacked as well. He did not get impatient, but asked in a calm manner.

"This knife looks familiar, can I ask its name?"

"Ah, this one—"

The assassin was just as clueless as Fujimaru, not getting mad when attacked and answering questions when asked.

He spun the knife casually and spoke.

"What is Hoki Province?"

"I don't remember, but the user seems to be quite famous, her name is Miya. Miyazaki Aoi. No, oh, I remember now——"

The sloppy assassin casually said the model's name, but then changed his words and read out the name that was well-known in Japan.

"Miyamoto Musashi."

(End of this chapter)