This school of dojos is different from the previous dojos that did not measure their own strength or adhered to bushido, as if they were very aware of their own weakness, understood the strength of the enemy, and were determined to fight to the death.

"Let's get started." Kyle stared earnestly, raised his fists crossed in front of his chest, six dark claws poked out sharply, and the venom suit also entered a full-coverage combat state.

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

"All the disciples of Hojo are obedient, and we will live and die with the dojo today, and fight until the last drop of blood is shed!" Hojomaru let out a loud shout, holding Murayu in both hands in front of him, and the swordsmanship disciple behind him still drew the sword in his hand with the belief that he would die.

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

"Come on!" Kyle smiled coldly, without the slightest intention of dodging, and sank down to burst into a sprint, choosing to fight head-on with one-to-many.

He was accustomed to many battles and battles with one blow, and for him, it seemed like a habitual thing.

Kyle accelerated into the group of warriors, quickly raised his right hand to block in front, and suddenly nearly a dozen swords slashed forward on the vibranium armguard, absorbing the characteristics of external kinetic energy, and easily intercepted all the oncoming slashes.

The sharp claw of his right hand swung sideways downward, and several samurai within half a meter of him immediately screamed, clutching their blood-spattered abdomen and falling to the ground.

This was only the beginning of the bloody battle, and soon the rest of the samurai stepped forward to fill the gap, and several Hisamura knives landed on Kyle's undefended back, but they did not break through the tough protection of the venom suit.

The warriors opened their mouths wide in horror, and in the next moment, their bodies were torn apart like paper by sharp claws, and shredded flesh and blood splattered and spilled.

Kyle repeated the same battle as before, ignoring the enemy's sword attacks, even if he was physically injured, and immersed himself in the slaughter like a monster.

After nearly ten samurai were killed and fell to the ground, Hojomaru, who was mixed in the battle, finally couldn't help it and shouted, "Do it!" ”

"Huh?" Under the siege of many samurai, Kyle's scarlet eyes were raised, and he was about to look for the figure of the Hojo Pavilion Master with his gaze, but two small voices that broke the wind faintly came into his ears.

In his field of vision, the two dart-shaped hidden weapons continued to enlarge, bursting out at close range and projecting faster than ordinary bullets, and they were about to shoot into each eye with precision.

This unguardable attack with hidden weapons, with the reflex arc of Kyle's super soldier, he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only quickly close his eyes, and the dart pierced the venom-protected eyelids, sending a subtle paralyzing tingling sensation.

"It's now!"

Hojomaru, who had been hovering in the rear of the battle just now, and Hojomaru, who was looking for an opportunity, and the nine samurai stepped forward quickly, bursting out with a speed far greater than before, approaching Kyle, who had his eyes closed.

Their movements were swift and powerful, and the moment they swept past Kyle's side, they slashed through the air with swift wind and swiftness, breaking through the protective skin of the venom, leaving ten slender blood marks on his muscular body.

Careless!

Kyle calmly closed his eyes, sensing that the last samurai was about to retreat from his shoulder, he quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the man's calf, and simply dragged the enemy's body into the air, slamming it down to the floor with all his might.

"Sixth!"

"Little Liu!"

The rest of the nine people who had withdrawn from a safe distance exclaimed in surprise after a single blow.

Kyle, who was not lightly injured, opened his red eyes and looked down at the samurai young man who was moaning in pain that he caught, who was also dressed in kimono and black from a school dojo, but his card ability was far from being comparable to those swordsmanship disciples.

[True Assassination Mastery], [True Hidden Weapon Mastery], [True Disguise Mastery], [Poison Mastery], [Forbearance Mastery]......

There are more than two dozen green ability cards, all of which are based on extreme assassination techniques. Among them, there is also a particularly conspicuous blue ability card.

[Super Ninja]: A Super Ninja Physique unique to the Hisan Samurai (an inferior version of the Super Soldier). Blue Ability Cards.

Through a mixture of various poisons and hormones, he constantly penetrates the samurai's body, and after enduring inhuman pain, he forcibly taps the potential of the human body, and exchanges the life of the body for a super ninja physique.

The genes in the body are unstable, and the cells will no longer age and die, showing the characteristics of cancer patients.

Gain the ultimate strength, speed, and reflexes of normal humans, as well as the physical endurance and resistance of human beings.

Natural life expectancy does not live beyond the age of fifty.

"It turns out that Hisan really has ninjas, so I underestimate you." Kyle sneered, his right arm between the neck of the ninja he had gritted, and the whole person dragged his wounded body to his feet.

He glanced at the ninja who was clasped between his arms, and the ninja's ability to resist the blow was really good, withstanding the violent smash just now, and consciously kicking his floating feet, constantly struggling violently.

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

"Boss." The eight ninjas disguised as swordsmanship disciples around them looked at Hojomaru at the head urgently, waiting for his orders. Hojomaru shook his head indifferently, ignoring the struggling ninja and looking coldly at Kyle with the blood-stained Murayu in his hand.

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

"The original owner of the pavilion has long since died, and here are all people 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, I can still let you live to see His Majesty the Emperor." ”

"I'm sorry, but I never accept threats from others." Kyle chuckled, his right arm contracted with all his might, and the ninja's neck snapped, and the ninja struggled slightly, and his limbs hung down lifelessly after the neck was broken.

He released the vibranium armguard's right arm and threw the ninja's corpse on the floor.

"You!" The other eight ninjas were furious, but the next scene made their eyes widen in horror.

I saw Kyle standing upright panting slightly, and the large and small wounds on his body were healing rapidly, looking very weird.

Hojomaru, the leader of the ninja squad, said as expected: "Sure enough, as the surviving soldiers of the army said, it has a strong self-healing ability." ”

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

He suddenly realized that his body was abnormal, and when he touched back with his left hand, the slash caused by the Hojomaru behind his back showed no signs of healing, and blood continued to gush out.

"This is the rain of the demon knife village, one blow will kill, and the scars caused by it will never heal, so you can only let the blood in your body drain away." Hojomaru smiled and raised the village rain with the blood of the demon in his hand.