Seven or eight people walked out of the office, and most of them were dressed in casual clothes, except for a few who wore suits.

"Wow."

The cacophony of footsteps rattled and further depressed the atmosphere with each step.

"Buzz!!"

Facing each other, with a glass window sandwiched in the middle of the hallway, and holding the handle of an electric drill, Mito Hayato stepped forward head-on.

"Buzz !!"

The drill bit rotates, and Mito holds the spike in his other hand.

Seeing the appearance of Mito Hayato's body splattered with blood, the members of the Yakuza roared and rushed forward.

There is a lot of chaos, and there is no discipline.

In terms of momentum, it is extremely sufficient, but the members of the Extreme Road are not WWE wrestlers, and most of them have basically not received any training in fighting skills, at most, they dare to attack and be ruthless than ordinary people, but the important thing in street fighting is momentum.

And once the number is up, even a professional boxer will have a hard time dealing with more than three times the enemy, not to mention that the few people on the opposite side are holding controlled weapons.

But I don't know that martial arts are so simple as martial arts.

An exceptionally tall man at the head of the group suddenly accelerated, and he raised his metal bat and smashed forward.

Brave.

Being hit on the head by a bat and hospitalized is light, and there is a high probability that it will be taken away directly by an ambulance-funeral car.

Before the bat arrived, Mito Hayato had already moved forward.

Sand Kick!

I was the essence of the martial arts, Ryūji Yamazaki's unsolvable combo, and the raised gravel abruptly fascinated the corridor, and Mito Hayato found the right moment and slammed forward with a heavy punch.

Ryuji Yamazaki is a polemic boss who rises to the top by virtue of his combat power in "The King of Fighters", and the person he is now using to deal with Zebra Financial is also a kind of fate.

"Bang!"

Find the right fist to hit the bull's-eye.

Mito Hayato took advantage of the situation and sent the spike into the opponent's jaw.

With the blessing of my noisy killing martial arts, Mito Hayabusa shuttled through the crowd in a stream, and the spikes in his pocket were sent out one after another.

"Poof!"

"Poof!!"

The spike is inserted into the abdomen, the spike is inserted into the shoulder, and the spike is inserted into the tiger's mouth!

Spikes never knew they had any other uses!

The ground was full of members of the Gokudo Sect, but none of the faces were what Mito Hayato was looking for.

Mitsuhashi, Shimura, and what's the name of it? Mito looked inside the glass wall, he was going to be a man who kept his promises.

Said kill them.

and slew them.

"Ahh

Just as Mito continued to move forward, there was a loud shout behind him.

The thugs who had just been trampled on the ground grabbed a machete and slashed at Mito.

"Die!"

"Die!"

The two of them roared at the same time, and Mito shook his hand and flew the electric drill out, smashing into the opposite door, and his feet did not stop, and he stretched out his right hand to hold the thug's throat.

I'm making a noise to kill the martial arts!

The tightness in his throat was suffocating, and the thug who had just raised his machete with the courage to raise his machete instantly collapsed, and he felt that he was approaching death infinitely.

"I've already let you go, why should I kill myself." Sighing, Mito Hayato held the spike flat head against the wall with his left hand

"Boom!"

The tip of the spike is aimed at the back of the gangster's head.

His head was thrown back, his neck tilted back like a bowstring, and his headbutt slammed into the thug's head.

I'm making a noise to kill martial arts, explosive bombs! - Grab your foe by the neck and deliver a fatal blow with your headbutt!

"Poof!"

The back of the thug's head kissed the spike, and the head of the nail entered from the back and then came out of the scalp of the heavenly spirit cover.

Like a bean sprout that has broken through the ground and brings out the dirt, the spikes splash a little scarlet.

[Wish: 35]

Twenty points of willingness, no complaints.

This god system seems to be encouraging oneself to kill? Not only demons, but also ghosts, but also people!

As long as it is alive, God will kill you.

All things are born to raise people, and people have no virtue to repay the sky, kill!

Picking up the electric drill on the ground, Mito Hayato wiped the blood stains from his hair slightly.

"Don't move!!"

A member of the Extreme Dao who had just rushed out held a pistol in both hands and kept swallowing saliva.

When he came out just now, he happened to see the scene of the murderous head hammer, even if his hands were stained with more than one or two lives, he still couldn't help but tremble in the face of the figure holding an electric drill.

Dressed in a suit and holding a gun, he looks a little bit of an elite Yakuza.

The swarthy muzzle of the gun is pointed forward.

At a distance of less than ten meters, it is difficult to miss.

“……”

Pointed at gunpoint.

Mito raised his left hand, his index finger forward, his thumb up, and the other three fingers curled up, making a gesture of a pistol.

Now he has a gun in his hand, too.

A firearm made of metal, a gesture pistol made of flesh and blood.

In the reflection of the morning sun outside the window, the two pistols had similar shadows on the ground.

"I'm a real gun." A cruel smile appeared on the face of the member of the Extreme Road who held the gun.

"I'm a real gun, too." Mito Hayato nodded solemnly.

"Huh."

“…… Bang. Mito's parched upper and lower lips were like the slight collision of the loading of a gun, simulating the thud of a bullet as it fired.

Break the Path: Rush!

Blue-purple light shot out, a speed of light that the naked eye could not capture.

"Ahh

The light of the breakthrough pierced through the palm of the elite Yakuza, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Mito Hayato pointed to the other's head as he took a few steps forward.

"You, you, you...... Transcendental! Yakuza on the ground looked at Mito Hayato's finger in horror, and it was this finger that shot light just now.

Pointed at his head by Mito Hayato's fingers, he didn't dare to move at all.

The transcendent is the ultimate path with official endorsement!

"Good insight."

Picking up the pistol on the ground, Mito Hayato continued to step forward.

The muzzles of the guns are also equipped with silencing equipment, and these extreme organizations are really careful enough, although they can't completely silence the guns, but at least they won't be heard by pedestrians on the street.

"Bang."

Walking towards the office area, Mito Hayato easily pulled the trigger as he passed the elite Yakuza.

I don't have pistol skills in my noisy killing martial arts, so this shot is extremely off.

He aimed at the center of his eyebrow, but hit the side of his temple.

It would be nice if I could draw out the character template of Ryuji Yamazaki.,Inherit it directly with the character attributes.,And Ryuji Yamazaki's pistol shooting ability.。

"It doesn't hurt."

[Wish: 70]

"Draw, D-rank card pool."

【Muscle Control (Toguro Ryodi)】

[Freedom to manipulate muscles, transcend skill, rely on pure strength, this is power.] 】

[This skill is extremely physically draining.] 】

From getting out of the elevator to picking up a pistol, everything went by extremely quickly.

Mito walked into the office area, and the eyes around him looked at the young man with blood splattered in surprise.

They hadn't yet realized that the battle outside was over, and they were still going on with the business at hand.

"Drink!!"

An Ambushed member of the Extreme Road swung a metal bat and smashed it over.

The bat brought the wind, and his face was hideous.

"Is Mihashi here?" Mito raised his arm, and the muscle control belonging to Toguro was activated instantly.

His arms suddenly became extremely thick, the width of his arms was like a bucket, his muscles bulged out, like a bare stone mountain without trees, and the height of the whole person had risen from one meter seven five to two and a half meters.

"Sneer!!"

The well-fitting winter coat couldn't withstand the change in the flesh, and burst with scorn.

"Boom!"

Holding the swinging bat with his hand, Mito Hayato's shoulders didn't shake for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the thugs who attacked him: "You know what? ”