Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

But why did it actually cause harm this time?

'Wait, this knife?'

It was only then that Shinichi belatedly realized that the sword in Rengoku Kyojuro's hand seemed somewhat different.

It wasn't the very first knife.

Don't mistake me for someone inflexible.

He slightly raised his head, and Kyojuro Rengoku's eyes seemed to convey this message.

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Chapter 647 This is my escape route!

A sharp flash of light appeared, and the real man's arm and leg flew into the air.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Kyojuro Rengoku did not feel much resistance.

This may also be because the real person did not take Rengoku Kyojuro's attack seriously at first.

One is Rengoku Kyojuro, who cannot cause any real harm to himself.

One is Joseph, who can inflict real damage on himself and seems poised to unleash his full power.

The real person subconsciously focused their attention on Joseph.

But unexpectedly, during that period of 'invisibility', Rengoku Kyojuro changed his sword.

It is not complicated for the organization to produce a temporary, soul-attacking knife in a short period of time, given its current capabilities.

The manufacturing process was somewhat inspired by the initial form of Zanpakuto, Asauchi, but whether it can become a true Zanpakuto is entirely up to fate.

Maybe, maybe not.

Just treat it as something that might be very small and wait without expecting anything in return.

From the outside, this sword is not much different from Kyojuro Rengoku's own Nichirin Blade.

Kyojuro Rengoku himself didn't make a fuss, but continued to entangle with those modified aliens.

This led the real person to make the wrong judgment, that is, Kyojuro Rengoku could not harm it.

Then, at this crucial moment, he successfully severed one of the real person's arms and one of his legs.

Using both hands and feet, the remaining man retreated quite a distance before stopping. For some reason, Kyojuro Rengoku didn't rush to give chase.

Ugh, it's all that damn muscleman's fault...

and many more!

The real person suddenly raised their head, and what came into view was a voice that shone with light.

From a real person's perspective, all you can see are Joseph's eyes, which are staring intently at it.

The arm, wrapped in the purple of the hermit, stretched to its maximum length, and then...

Smash it down!

boom--

A large hole was instantly smashed into the ground.

A large amount of smoke and dust was kicked up, and a disheveled figure rolled on the ground for more than ten meters before finally coming to a stop.

Getting up from the ground, the man raised his remaining hand with a grim expression.

The arm, covered in stitches, had been smashed into a muddy mess by Joseph's blow.

It looks disgusting.

"Damn it........."

With a sinister look in his eyes, staring at Joseph and Kyojuro Rengoku not far away, Masato managed to stand up on one leg.

The severed wound and the arm that Joseph had smashed began to twitch intermittently.

These wounds can be barely healed by changing the shape of the soul.

But that doesn't mean the real person didn't consume any energy.

Those two attacks did indeed have a significant impact on it.

If it's a normal attack, the real person can recover easily without even doing anything.

Because it affects the physical body through the soul, no amount of normal attacks will be effective.

On the other hand, once the soul can be attacked, the real person will appear very vulnerable.

Because this guy, who seems to play with the body but actually plays with the soul, has absolutely no protection when it comes to the soul.

Just like ordinary people.

Just outrageous.

In that brief moment, a disheveled middle-aged man burst out of the darkness.

"Help! Help me!"

With a look of terror on his face, the man shouted as he ran.

But a barely perceptible hint of joy and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Rewind a bit, and the middle-aged man, or rather the homeless man, looks at the real person with some strangeness.

"Game paused?"

This was the first time, and the homeless man was slightly uneasy.

"Someone might come looking for trouble with me in a little while."

He was squatting on the ground fiddling with something, and the real person said casually.

Upon hearing this, the homeless man's first reaction was not that he finally had a chance to get rid of the monster.

The question is, why would anyone want to die?

I even felt a little resentful inside.

The homeless man was already used to this kind of life.

He has food and drink, and he gets money without having to work. He gets paid when the people he's pulled into the game die at night.

In a game, this behavior would be called looting, right?

The homeless man thought so.

Seeing the homeless man's expression, Zhenren's lips curled into a slight smile.

In the human world, what would this situation be called again?

What is Stede syndrome?

Forgive me, I don't quite remember that word.

"this is for you."

He pulled out a long, black needle from somewhere, about the length of an index finger and the thickness of a chopstick.

The person casually tossed it to the homeless.

The homeless man hurriedly caught it.

"This is............"

"This is a poison needle."

"I modified it using Xenomorph blood and tail."

The real person said indifferently.

The homeless man, who was holding the poisoned needle, froze and carefully put it away.

"I'll need you later............."

Faced with the real person's instructions, the homeless man nodded repeatedly.

Let's return to the present—

The homeless man shouted as he ran toward Joseph.

Although this muscular man looks scary, he's still better looking than the guy with the knife and flames not far away.

Besides, this guy looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, so he should be more tolerant of an innocent victim like me, right?

Thinking this, the homeless man quickened his pace.

The hand resting on his waist quietly reached for the poisoned needle.

near, near.

A flicker of joy flashed in his eyes, but the homeless man maintained his terrified expression as he continued running.

However.............

"Don't come near me!"

"You just stand right there!"

Joseph pointed at the homeless man and said with a fierce expression.

Even without looking at him intentionally, Joseph could sense the intense malice emanating from this guy.

It's really disgusting.

Not only Joseph, but also Kyojuro Rengoku was looking at the homeless man with hostility.

"Uh."

The homeless man's expression froze instantly, staring at Joseph's expression, unsure of what had gone wrong.

But there's nothing we can do now.

With a determined look, the middle-aged man pulled out a poisoned needle and charged toward Joseph.

Damn it, if you don't let me through, you're not going to live either!

"Hermit Purple!"

Joseph stretched out his hand, and the homeless man immediately felt his body being bound by something.

The poisoned needle in his hand fell to the ground without him even realizing it.

"hateful!"

After struggling for a few moments, the homeless man glared fiercely at Joseph.

However, the homeless man's expression froze on his face the next second.

A gleaming scythe had somehow pierced his chest.

"Why........."

Turning his head little by little, the homeless man stared at the real person in disbelief.

The scythe is attached to the real person's wrist.

"why?"

"Of course it's because you're useless."

The man smiled and said this, then suddenly threw the homeless man toward Joseph.

The remaining modified aliens also began to riot.

See you next time!

His body twisted, and the real person said with a wicked smile on his face.

Chapter 648 The Wu Clan's Part-Time Jobs

There are many things that distinguish humans from other animals, one of which is their insatiable greed.

Leopards hunt to fill their stomachs, and once they are full, they will stop hunting.