Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Putting his hand down, Rengoku Kyojuro asked with some curiosity.

Rengoku Kyojuro did not detect any trace of hatred from Wu Fengshui.

In Kyojuro Rengoku's world, those who join the Demon Slayer Corps are people who have a grudge against demons.

Of course, there were also a few who joined for special reasons.

"Ah, the reason is quite simple."

Scratching his hair, Wu Fengshui casually said:

“We, the Wu clan, are born different.”

"Liberating the limits of the human body is an instinctive thing for our Wu clan. Just like a newborn child can't learn to run, but he will naturally learn it when he grows up."

"This is an innate ability, not a skill learned later in life."

"Under these circumstances, every member of our Wu clan is a first-rate martial arts expert."

"For our race, the pursuit of the strong is an instinct etched deep into our genes."

"And the organization allows us to make good use of the martial arts we have learned, and also satisfies our pursuits."

Wu Fengshui said casually.

Actually, she was hiding something: the Wu clan has a tradition.

That means when they discover a strong person of the opposite sex, they will pursue them and have children with them.

This can be roughly understood as genetic modification of one's own race.

By continuously fathering children with stronger individuals, the offspring inherit the superior genes of both partners, and then these offspring can father children with even stronger individuals.

This is a tradition of the Wu clan, somewhat reminiscent of the strong among wild beasts finding mates.

The people in the organization can perfectly satisfy the Wu clan's pursuit of strength.

Whether in terms of force or courtship.

And there's also a very good salary.

Where else can you find such a good job besides government agencies?

As for the inherent dangers and mortality rate of the organization itself...

Do you want me to tell you how terrifying the training of the so-called assassin clan is?

If you die, you can only blame yourself for being less skilled than others.

Whose fault is it?

This is the true thought of the Wu family patriarch.

He strongly supported the Wu family becoming an affiliate of the organization from the beginning.

Not only can these kids broaden their horizons and hone their skills, but they can also have a legitimate identity.

How good.

Do you really think things are still the same as before, and that wearing black clothes makes you feel like an outlaw?

In this day and age, having a legal identity is more important than anything else.

"That's it."

Nodding, Kyojuro Rengoku didn't say anything more.

These are personal choices, and he shouldn't interfere.

Moreover, he also felt that Wu Fengshui's choice was very good.

Although my intention was not to protect.

But in reality, she did use her power to protect others.

Kyojuro Rengoku has always been the type to judge actions and deeds, not intentions.

Even he wouldn't dare say he has no selfish motives at all, so how can he expect others to selflessly dedicate themselves to him?

Of course, this was just Rengoku Kyojuro's own idea.

In the eyes of others, he is a fire in the darkness, burning himself to bring light and hope.

"Kyojuro, come and take a look."

Because this mission involved two people working together.

Therefore, the task can only be considered complete after the two people confirm it together in the final step.

This is also to prevent some people from being too autocratic.

There are mavericks everywhere.

Moreover, after a fierce battle, it's inevitable that some people will get carried away.

"Okay, here we come."

After exchanging a few words with Wu Fengshui, Rengoku Kyojuro quickly walked to Joseph's side and began to check.

Wu Fengshui, who remained where he was, looked at a somewhat disheveled man in special forces combat uniform and said:

"Why do you look so listless, Brother Transformer?"

This man is named Wu Bianzao, and he is also a member of the Wu clan.

"There's nothing I can do, this isn't the kind of battle I wanted."

Wu Bianzao said helplessly.

The kind of fight he wanted was a physical and martial arts contest.

A body honed through countless trials and tribulations, and martial arts skills refined to perfection—that's what he truly seeks.

Although he dealt with many powerful modified aliens during this mission, these creatures had no martial arts skills whatsoever.

"Then you can go participate in the Kengan Tournament, Brother Transformation."

Holding the sniper rifle, Wu Fengshui said irritably.

In her opinion, this guy was just bored and had nothing better to do.

Compared to the normal Wu clan, Wu Fengshui prefers firearms.

"Forget it, I don't want to fight those monsters."

Wu Bianzao waved his hand and said listlessly.

He dislikes sentences that describe overwhelming or crushing situations, whether it's about overwhelming or being overwhelmed.

Without a doubt, he was the kind of player who was completely outmatched in the Kengan tournament.

At first, he was quite confident, but suddenly one day, the strength of the guys he cared about skyrocketed like a train.

In the blink of an eye, they were out of his sight.

Especially that demon from their Wu clan.

Clan Chief Wu Huili even judged that this period was the time in which the other party's strength soared the fastest in his life.

I have no idea what it is.

At that moment, Wu Bianzao realized that compared to those monsters, he was just an ordinary person.

I'm lying down, completely lying down.

Once he accepts his own weakness, he becomes invincible.

"Speaking of which, it seems there's been a bit of an accident on Luo Xia's side, which is quite unusual."

Joseph put away the tablet and said with some surprise.

While constantly trying and pursuing is the norm during missions, this was a first for Rorschach.

I'll have to laugh at this guy when I get back.

Chapter 650 What's so important?

Several level-one demonic weapons flew through the night sky.

Although it sounds strange, these demonic weapons are indeed flying, not just drifting.

The difference between the two is actually quite significant.

Inside one of the demonic weapons, the bloated Millennium Earl hummed an ancient tune, muttering something to himself.

"I never expected that the humans in this world would be so strong."

To the Millennium Earl, humans are very weak creatures.

In his original world, even humans who had attained 'sanctity' were only slightly stronger.

Not enough to be afraid of.

But the people in this world are different.

Unlike the Black Order, which is based in the world of the Millennium Earl, although both are organizations that hide in the shadows to protect humanity and drive away darkness.

But the human organization in this world is very strong, terrifyingly strong.

They don't need to hide at all, okay?!

If the Black Order is worried about being targeted by it, then what is the purpose of this world's organization?

Surely it's not because they think it's cool, right?

The Millennium Earl said he didn't understand.

When it first arrived in this world, its Noah clan instincts told it to keep quiet and act cautiously.

And that's exactly what it did afterwards.

The other two have been killed, but it is still alive.

In the eyes of the Millennium Earl, there was no difference between those two guys being killed and being eliminated.

Humans capture animals alive simply for research purposes.

The only fate of research subjects is to be eliminated.

"Seriously, that guy, Zhenren, just died like that?"

"That was a bit unexpected."

Although he said it was unexpected, the Millennium Earl's expression showed no surprise whatsoever.

Compared to the Black Order, the human organizations in this world are far more domineering.

Their bottom line is that they absolutely cannot allow anything unusual to appear in the public eye.

Minor incidents are unlikely to attract much attention.

The Millennium Earl probably already understands this.

In other words, as long as you don't cause trouble, you won't be pursued too closely.

In comparison, the real guy was a bit too active.

This isn't how you test the bottom line.

That guy was constantly teetering on the edge of the red line.

If you encounter someone who is reasonable, they will have a serious discussion with you.

If you encounter someone who's unreasonable, just punch them and knock them down before trying to reason with them.

Sometimes it's best to be a little more low-key.

Clearly, the real person failed to understand this principle.

But the Millennium Earl is different; he has lived far too long.

After all these years, even a pig would have become a spirit by now.

With a smile, the Millennium Earl controlled the first-class demon weapon to descend downwards.

It dares not fly in the air for too long, lest it be discovered and killed.