Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 73 Iron Fist
What is this? A powered exoskeleton?
Am I still living in the 80s or 90s? Is this still some kind of fantasy world?

The art style is completely different!
Yu Jian looked at the equipment with a surprised expression.

The sci-fi equipment, codenamed 'Asuro Framework', activates very quickly. Once it's turned on, it's difficult to stop even at his speed. This design clearly takes into account the practical needs of facing cultivators in combat.

Yu Jian felt excited.

Fighting a strong boxer equipped with an exoskeleton is something straight out of science fiction!

But this is a hospital ward, and my first priority is...

despair!
The ground exploded into a network of cracks, and Annoro, who had activated the Asura Framework, appeared in front of Mitsurugi almost instantly.

After being amplified by that equipment, this battle-hardened mercenary surpassed the limits of human speed and strength, to the point that ordinary people's dynamic vision could not even catch his figure.

But Yu Jian saw it.

A golden ring lit up around the iris, and Eagle Eyes could clearly see every tremor of the muscles on the other's body, and even faintly observe the transparent fluctuations caused by the pushing of air.

Like ripples spreading across the surface of water, expanding outwards in concentric circles.

A jab powered by a powered exoskeleton possesses terrifying power, enough to knock a normal person's head off with a single punch.

His opponent might stop at the last second. His punching posture was incredibly skillful, clearly using only 70% of his strength to keep his fist completely under his control, revealing his extremely rich combat experience.

And so, the clenched fist slowly enlarged in Yujian's eyes.

This strike unleashed a series of fierce winds, demonstrating speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

There was only a split second left before the fist struck.

Yu Jian seemed startled, but he didn't act because he was pondering a simple question.

The creature standing before them was not a monster from the mortal world, but a living, breathing human being.

Reality is not like the dream of Shura, which has various rules and regulations. Even extraordinary individuals need to abide by the existing order.

Furthermore, the opponent is quite capable, and it is virtually impossible to take him down using the same gentle methods as dealing with ordinary security personnel.

So, is the young swordsman named Miken prepared to break the law and take lives?
The answer is beyond doubt.

Kill them, then!
click -

He pressed down on the wakizashi (sword) tucked into his waistband with his back hand, and the tsuba (guard) and scabbard made a crisp sound.

The chilling, heavy killing intent seemed to instantly replace the air with steel, making it difficult for everyone around to breathe.

As a battle-hardened mercenary, Annoro immediately raised his guard to the highest level.

At the same time, Anno Ryo also found this change hard to understand. He had seen many young and outstanding psychics, who may have great potential and be exceptionally talented, but often lacked experience.

So how could such a terrifying and unwavering will, and such almost ruthless decisiveness, appear in a young man who is only a teenager?

He had seen child soldiers in Africa, but that was nothing more than madness built on stupidity and despair.

This person in front of me is different; he remained calm and... relaxed throughout.
Anno was taken aback, and his punches became even faster.

This is how warriors communicate!
He tilted his head back and narrowly avoided the straight punch. The gust of wind lifted his bangs and brushed past the tip of his nose, but he gained nothing else.

With a clang, the sound of metal scraping rang out as he finally drew the black-sheathed, blue-handled wakizashi [Exorcising Tsubasa] from his lower back.

The Tennen Rishin-ryu school also recorded techniques for using this type of short weapon, which differs in size from a tachi or katana.

In terms of technique alone, this school of swordsmanship, which only appeared in the late Edo period, is not particularly sophisticated. However, as a practical 'countryside' swordsmanship, it incorporates a lot of strange elements, including some cane techniques, as well as rural fighting skills such as grabbing the face, gouging the eyes, grappling, and twisting joints. It can be described as a hodgepodge.

For the average person, learning this style might feel overly complicated, but for true geniuses, it contains an extremely rich variety and quantity of 'nutrients,' so...

Eat them all!

Another punch came, and Miken gripped the forty-centimeter-long wakizashi with his backhand, pressing the back of the blade tightly against his forearm.

Instead of swinging the knife directly as usual, he raised the hilt and, as if using a short stick, accurately stabbed the enemy's wrist.

The powerful straight punch immediately deformed, veering off to the side.

Anno Lu's heart tightened. The force he felt just now was so great that without the protection of a wrist guard, that one blow would have been enough to break his wrist.

Instead of retreating, he moved closer to his opponent to compress the space for swinging his sword, and then unleashed a series of exceptionally fierce consecutive punches.

Left hook, right hook followed by a series of jabs. Despite being a burly man over two meters tall, his movements were as agile as a butterfly, and his attacks were like a whirlwind, howling and enveloping Yu Jian's upper body.

He managed to temporarily suppress the enemy wielding a sharp blade purely through strength and speed. While Annoro appeared calm on the surface, his heart rate had suddenly spiked to an exaggerated level of over 220 beats per minute, all of which was naturally known to Motoko Hideya, who was monitoring his physical data.

"Calm down, Okatarou."

Motoko Hideya appeared to make no movement, but her voice immediately entered the consciousness of Ryotaro Yasuno.

"The opponent's swordsmanship is extremely high; be careful to defend against that blade."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Jian finally drew his sword.

The young swordsman swung his weapon backhand with a sweeping slash, like a mantis using its sickle-shaped forelegs to hunt, the weapon close to his arm shooting forward rapidly with the slashing motion.

Yasuno Ryotaro reacted extremely quickly, using his agile boxing footwork to slide half a step backward in a very short time, but he still felt a slight chill on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the coolness was replaced by a stinging pain.

Where the breastplate was not protected by armor plates, the bodysuit, which was designed to be cut- and puncture-resistant, was easily pierced like a thin veil, and a cut about the length of a palm oozed out.

Anno Lu was sweating profusely. If he had been even half a step slower or if the wound had gone any deeper, his internal organs would have been sent out for a breath of fresh air.

The ruthless will to take a life without hesitation made him feel as if a sharp sword was constantly pressed against his throat.

Annoro immediately began to change his steps frequently and rapidly, his entire body exhibiting an unpredictable movement trajectory.

"Ali's butterfly step?" Yu Jian's voice revealed a hint of eager anticipation.

Although he used the footwork of a boxing champion, the techniques he used were not the kind of punches that were bound by the rules of the boxing ring. Instead, they were brutal and ruthless street punches that could truly kill.

The attacks were aimed at the chin, throat, and other areas, and included vicious moves such as sweeping kicks and joint breaks that are absolutely not allowed under boxing rules.

After only a few exchanges, the two rushed out of the ward and into the corridor outside.

Anno looked at the three security guards who had been knocked down, then at the composed young swordsman in front of him, and finally realized that the enemy had controlled the battle from beginning to end.

He deliberately lured me outside.

His heart was racing, but the burly man's face remained expressionless, like a cold, hard stone. He was meant to be shattered, but not easily changed like mud.

As a result, the intensity of the battle escalated further.

"Information analysis complete, now it's time for natural emotional flow."

The voice of Motoko Hideya echoed in his mind again. She was like another pair of eyes, constantly providing Yasunoro with various data about his opponent, while also issuing battle commands as quickly as if he were controlling a puppet.

The two worked together seamlessly, and the situation immediately changed.

Yu Jian immediately sensed something was wrong. This more efficient fighting style was completely different from before, as if a different person had taken the stage, and even adjusted the attack method according to the technical characteristics of the style he used.

Since that's the case, let's destroy their equipment first.

Anyway, this is a hospital, so the margin for error is relatively high. Even if you make a mistake, such as cutting off one or two of the opponent's arms while damaging equipment, you can usually reattach them.

Upon realizing this, the ancient weapon instantly reflected the corridor lights, as if it itself had begun to glow.

Iron-Cutting Mode Activated!

Yu Jian ducked to dodge a swinging punch, switched the [Demon-Slaying Blade] from backhand to forehand, and then swung it diagonally from right to left.

Reverse robe slash!

"Something's wrong! Quickly use your Skeleton Gold Armor to block!"

The voice of Motoko Hideya echoed in his mind. Yasunoro struggled to twist his body and barely managed to bend his left arm to meet the sharp blade.

The next second, the silver arm guards collided violently with the swordsman's will-infused, iron-slicing strike.

It was as if fireworks were suddenly exploding in the air, sending up huge bursts of sparks.

Surprisingly, the sword didn't sever the arm guard immediately.

This feeling...

Yu Jian was startled, and before he could think about the reason, his opponent's fist was already coming at him.

The immense power contained within it stirred up gusts of wind even before it was truly touched, directly blowing away the black knitted hat worn on the boy's head.

Got it!
(End of this chapter)