I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

That's why he could shatter granite with a single kick using his flesh and blood.

But what level of martial arts master is the one before us?

Seventh level, eighth level, or ninth level?

And what is that force that seems to tear everything apart like a spiral? Is it a level above the "Beng Jin" (a type of explosive force)?

I don't understand.

Don't understand at all.

Even though he was actually a bit stronger, standing at 176cm tall and weighing 146kg, his body was all muscle when he took off his clothes.

However, the difference in martial arts levels is too great.

Even as the son of a well-known politician, he was taught and trained by top experts from around the world from a young age.

But in the end, he was just a student, and his fighting skills were only at a professional level.

How could he possibly fight a martial arts master, or even a martial arts master who could be called a martial saint?

For the first time, I felt regret.

Because the game's worldview was surprisingly similar to the one the teacher had casually chatted about in a joking manner, I decided to give it a try out of curiosity.

Try and die.

"Click..."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka revealed a ruthless look and snapped off his own skeletal right arm.

His face grew even paler, cold sweat poured out like water, and his strength was rapidly depleting...

So who the hell would dare bet this is a game, and not some kind of time travel to another world?!

He gripped the skeletal arm with one hand, staring at the sharp, broken ends.

Wolf Exterminates Ayanokouji, who is even more ruthless than a ruthless person, and forced a smile.

With this weapon, his chances of survival increased.

If all else fails, there is a chance to harm the other party when they get close, or even perish together.

He could tell.

Even such a terrifying martial artist didn't fare very well in his own time.

His face was sallow and thin, and his open collar revealed that his ribs were exposed.

This crippled martial artist was not only disabled, but also seriously ill.

It cannot withstand another serious injury, and its greatest weakness is that it is not a living person and has no intelligence.

"We've been tricked..."

As he watched the other person step into the temple and arrive under the crossbeam, Ayanokouji revealed a look of wild joy. His body suddenly sank, his muscles bulged, his waist and stance became one, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground.

A terrifying power arose from beneath his feet, integrating all his strength to unleash an unprecedented peak, slamming him violently into the decaying wooden pillar beside him.

The result was completely predictable.

The already rotten wooden pillar was even broken off directly, and a corner of the temple lost its support.

A beam as thick as a person's waist, along with a corner of the temple, crashed down.

Boom!

The weight of at least two thousand kilograms crashed down, and Ayanokouji even felt the ground shake.

I'm so tired, so alone

Another dull, loud bang rang out, shattering earth, rocks, and wood before silence returned.

"Dead?"

He suppressed his wildly beating heart, looked at the billowing dust, gripped the broken bone tightly in his hand, and was ready to finish the job at any moment.

next moment.

Click.

A figure, not tall, yet resembling a mountain, shakily rose from the dust.

not dead.

Even though it was a gruesome sight, as if he might die at any moment, even though one arm was twisted in a bizarre way and both legs were covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds.

But the martial artist was not dead; he even had the strength to throw a punch...

"Was it that sound just now?"

Ayanokouji looked at the other person's twisted right arm and keenly sensed the key point.

It must have been that the other party threw a punch at the last moment when the roof was falling, which shattered the roof, resulting in the second loud bang just now.

That's why the roof is in such a terrible state.

"..."

Volume One: Chapter Twenty-Two - King Arthur is under construction...

Ayanokouji silently stepped back, a smile already playing on his lips.

so what?

You can't even stand steadily on your own two legs. If you just create some distance, then I'll be...

"Buzz..."

The martial artist stepped back with one foot and stepped forward with the other, turning to face him sideways, then pulled his fist behind his back.

He felt as if he were being pressed down on, like a volcano about to erupt violently, with invisible whirlwinds swirling around him.

This familiar scene, tinged with an unprecedented sense of danger, sent alarm bells blaring in Ayanokouji's mind.

magic!

This is what the teacher described as the way the magic rotates.

Damn it.....

Boom.

The martial artist, accompanied by a storm that tore through the air, delivered a punch that spanned the north and south sides of the temple, pressing down as if the sky had collapsed.

"Sky-breaking Fist!"

Without warning, everything went black before Ayanokouji's eyes on the other side, and he was blown apart along with the temple walls as if he were a balloon!

Ayanokouji becomes Ayanokouji-chan~!

The martial artist's breathing gradually weakened, eventually leaving only his still-standing corpse.

......

"Grass!"

Even the emotionless Brother Lu couldn't help but swear when he took off the VR headset.

are you crazy.

Are these kinds of challenges that ordinary people like them can overcome?

Are you sure the so-called teaching challenges aren't set up for Saiyans, Faded Ones, or Immortals?

He is now certain that the deaths inside will not affect him in reality.

But this is definitely not a game.

Looking at the VR headset in his hand, he couldn't help but complain.

Does the development team think no one has ever used VR devices before? If VR devices could be made to this extent, why would ordinary people need to use them?

but....

"This is really interesting."

Even he couldn't help but become somewhat addicted.

That feeling of traversing the world, that heart-pounding thrill of dancing on the edge of life and death...

I simply couldn't refuse.

Lu silently picked up the helmet and lay down on his bed.

Otherwise, if one's consciousness were to enter another world or another dimension, and one's body were to fall and break their neck, resulting in instant death, that would be ridiculous.

Yes.

He didn't believe the development team's claims of 100% realism or otherworldly immersive experience at all.

Bullshit, that's another world, or another dimension.

During the day, he had already seen an unreliable teacher flick a lifelike and terrifying fiery dragon with a single finger. What else was impossible?

"A storm is brewing..."

With a sigh, Brother Lu entered the game.

The fog was still thick, and the moon was still bright and silvery, but it was not a dilapidated temple.

Instead, it was a low-lying, desolate village...

Looking down at himself, he saw that he had changed into a coarse linen shirt and a gleaming katana at his waist.

warrior?

soon.

Following Tata's footsteps, a samurai dressed as a ronin emerged from the mist.

He was nonchalant, smoking a pipe, hugging a piece of broken iron, and tilting his head to look at him.

He wasn't very tall, probably around 160cm, but he knew very well that this height was actually quite normal in ancient Japan.

No dialogue required.

Ayanokouji slowly drew his katana.

He was quite confident in his swordsmanship; compared to hand-to-hand combat, he seemed to have a stronger talent for swordsmanship.

Although he doesn't have many opportunities to practice, he's still considered a mid-level expert among professionals.

The wind blew through the desolate village as the two slowly approached each other.

Then the warrior, who was a head shorter than him, suddenly disappeared.

Ayanokouji felt a chill run down her spine and turned around abruptly, only to see the down-on-his-luck samurai slowly sheathing his sword behind her.

Look down.

But there was a flat horizontal line on his abdomen, from which blood was gushing out...

I am dead?

This was his last thought.

.....

Rental housing.

Ayanokouji took a bite of bread, reviewing the situation.

Compared to martial artists, this down-on-his-luck samurai seemed weaker to him.

But they have knives. Regardless of whether they're junk or not, having a weapon is a qualitative change.

How many boxing champions who could take on ten opponents were stabbed to death by a thug with three knives?

Therefore, this fully-armed samurai is actually more dangerous.

However, his advantage lies in the fact that he also has a sword in the game, and it's a famous sword.

so.....