I Am In Marvel

This genre gym is different from the previous gyms that are not self-sufficient or stick to Bushido, as they are very aware of their own weakness, understand the strength of the enemy, and are determined to fight to the death.

"Then let's start." Kyle stared earnestly, raised his fists crossed in front of his chest, six dark claws protruded sharply, and the venom suit also entered a fully covered combat state.

His dark body, which seemed to be born purely for fighting and killing, released a cold and tyrannical oppressive aura, which was daunting.

"All the disciples of Hojo Ichito-ryu obey the order. I will live and die together with the gym today, and fight until the last drop of blood!" Hojo Maru shouted, holding Murakami in both hands in front of him, and the swordsmanship disciple behind him still carried The belief of mortal death, draw the sword in his hand.

"Kill!!" Everyone in the gym hall roared, raised their swords and rushed forward with their clogs.

"Come on!" Kyle sneered, without any intention of evading, sinking his body into an explosive sprint, choosing to fight head-on with one-to-many.

He is used to fighting with one blow and many battles, and for him, it is like a normal thing.

Kyle accelerated and rushed into the group of warriors. He quickly raised his right hand to block the front, and suddenly nearly a dozen swords slashed forward on the Zhenjin armguard, absorbing the characteristics of external kinetic energy, and easily intercepted the oncoming face. All the slashes that come.

His right claws were swung horizontally downward, and several warriors within half a meter in front of him immediately screamed and fell back to the ground, clutching their blood-splattered abdomens.

This was only the beginning of the bloody battle, and soon other warriors stepped forward to fill the vacancy. Several Sunsang knives fell on Kyle's undefended back, but they did not break the tough protection of the Venom suit.

Those warriors opened their mouths in horror, and in the next instant, their bodies were torn apart like paper by sharp claws, and the flesh and blood splashed and spilled.

Kyle seemed to repeat the same battle as before, ignoring the enemy's sword attack, even if his body was injured, he was immersed in the killing like a monster.

After nearly ten samurai fell to the ground, Hojo Maru, who was in the middle of the battle, finally couldn't help it and shouted, "Do it!"

"Huh?" In the siege of many samurai, Kyle's scarlet eyes raised, and he was about to look for the figure of the master of the Hojo Pavilion, but two small voices that broke the wind faintly entered his ears.

In his field of vision, the two dart-shaped hidden weapons were continuously enlarged, and the speed of the explosion and projection in the vicinity was faster than that of ordinary bullets.

This unavoidable attack with hidden weapons was too late to dodge with the reflex arc of Kyle's super soldier, so he could only quickly close his eyes, and the darts pierced the venom-protected eyelids, and there was a subtle numbness and tingling sensation.

"It's now!"

Hojo Maru, who had been in the back of the battle just now, and the nine samurai, who were looking for an opportunity, hurried forward, bursting out at a speed far exceeding the previous speed, approaching Kyle, who had his eyes closed.

Their movements were swift and powerful, coordinating with the moment they passed by Kyle's side, one after another swiftly slashed and cut through the air, breaking the protective skin of the venom, leaving ten slender bloodstains on his sturdy body. .

Careless!

Kyle closed his eyes calmly, sensing that the last samurai was about to retreat from his shoulders, he quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the man's calf, and simply dragged the enemy's body up high, with all his strength. slammed down hard on the floor.

"Sixth!"

"little six!"

After the other one hit, the nine people who had withdrawn from a safe distance exclaimed.

Kyle, who was not lightly injured, opened his red eyes and looked down at the young warrior who was groaning in pain. comparable.

[True Assassination Proficiency], [True Hidden Weapon Proficiency], [True Disguise Proficiency], [Poison Proficiency], [Forbearance Psychology Proficiency]...

The twenty or so green ability cards are all based on extreme assassination techniques. Among them, there is a particularly conspicuous blue ability card.

[Super Ninja]: The unique super ninja physique among the Nissan samurai (inferior version of the super soldier). Blue ability card.

Through various mixtures of poisons and hormones, they are continuously penetrated into the samurai's body. After enduring inhuman pain, they forcibly tap the potential of the human body and exchange the super ninja physique in exchange for the life of the body.

The genes in the body are unstable, and the cells will not age and die again, showing the characteristics of cancer patients.

Gain the top strength, speed, and reflexes of normal human beings, as well as the ultimate physical endurance and fighting ability of human beings.

The natural lifespan cannot exceed fifty years.

"It turns out that Risang really has ninjas, and I underestimate you." Kyle sneered, holding the neck of the ninja he caught with his right arm, and dragged his injured body to stand up.

He glanced at the ninja in his arms. The ninja's fighting ability was really good. After the violent smash just now, he also consciously kicked his feet in the air, struggling constantly.

It's a pity that Kyle's super soldier is the upper level of the super ninja, and the mutation and evolution are more perfect, and the opponent can't shake the powerful arm.

"Boss." The eight surrounding ninjas disguised as swordsmanship disciples, their gazes urgently fell on Hojo Maru at the head, waiting for his orders. Hojo Maru shook his head indifferently, ignoring the struggling ninja, holding the blood-stained village rain and looking at Kyle coldly.

"You're not the original owner here, are you?" Kyle asked with squinted eyes.

"The original owner of the museum has long since died, and here are people who are disguised by our ninja organization and the military." Hojo Maru said coldly: "You have nowhere to escape, put down the little six in your hand, and I can still keep you alive. Go see His Majesty the Emperor."

"Sorry, I never accept threats from others." Kyle chuckled, his right arm contracted with all his strength, and the ninja's neck clattered.

He loosened the right arm protected by the vibranium gauntlet, and threw the ninja corpse on the floor.

"You!" The other eight ninjas shouted angrily, but the next scene made them widen their eyes in horror.

I saw Kyle standing tall and straight, panting slightly, and the large and small wounds on his body were healing quickly, looking very strange.

Hojo Maru, headed by the ninja team, said as expected: "As expected by the surviving soldiers of the army, it has a strong self-healing ability."

Kyle frowned slightly, something was wrong, the other party had long known that he had super-strong self-healing, how could he stop attacking after a single blow, and let him delay the time to heal.

He suddenly realized that his body was different, and when he touched his left hand back, the slash caused by Hojo Maru behind his back showed no sign of self-healing, and blood continued to pour out.

"This is the demon sword Murasame, one hit will kill you, the wounds will never heal, you can only let the blood in your body empty." Hojo Maru smiled and raised Murasame, who was sticking with flirtatious blood in his hands.

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