Chapter 50: Immortal Body

Stop!

The sound of wind whistling echoed in Nohara Momonosuke's ears. He felt as if something had entangled his ankle, exerting a great force to pull him down.

Swish!

Nohara Momonosuke made a quick decision and swung his sword towards his feet.

The brief moment of blindness prevented Nohara Momonosuke from seeing anything, but he felt as though the slash had severed something like a rope.

However, at the same time, a chilling aura was descending rapidly towards his head.

Without hesitation, Nohara Momonosuke's body reacted swiftly, and he thrust his other short sword upward.

With a "chi" sound, it was as if water had instantly evaporated when poured onto hot coals. Accompanied by a faint and muffled scream, the cold aura disappeared in an instant.

"These two swords are not ordinary. Can they harm the soul?" Zhou Ming silently observed Nohara Momonosuke, without pausing his own movements.

He once again took out two grenades, pulled the pins, held them in his hands, and waited for the moment just before they would explode. Then, he swiftly threw them towards Nohara Momonosuke.

Nohara Momonosuke's expression changed, and he quickly retreated instead of cutting the grenades away like he did with the venomous vines and the undead spirits earlier.

Boom! Boom!

The two grenades exploded in mid-air, but Nohara Momonosuke twirled his twin blades to form a curtain, blocking all the metal fragments flying towards him.

"He has a powerful sense of danger, even capable of influencing his actions to some extent, allowing him to respond differently to different crises, even without knowing what the grenades are or having seen their appearance."

These thoughts quickly flashed through Zhou Ming's mind. He crouched down and charged forward again, throwing another flash grenade while closing his eyes and swinging his sword towards Nohara Momonosuke.

Clang! Clang!

The clash of their swords resounded. Nohara Momonosuke's formidable regenerative ability allowed him to withstand the blinding light of the flash grenade, and his eyes recovered their sight in a very short time, despite being momentarily blinded.

To counter Zhou Ming's attack, Nohara Momonosuke had no choice but to widen his eyes and desperately try to capture Zhou Ming's movements with his tear-filled eyes.

However, just as his vision was starting to improve, the flash grenade once again burst before his eyes, radiating its blinding light.

"Ah!" Nohara Momonosuke let out a piercing scream. He swung his long sword with his right hand to force Zhou Ming back, while his left hand covered his eyes, his expression filled with unbearable pain.

"Hmph!" Zhou Ming coldly chuckled and pulled out a canister of gasoline from his floral bag. He opened the lid and charged forward, wielding his sword with his right arm to fight Nohara Momonosuke, while his left hand raised the canister of gasoline and poured it onto Nohara Momonosuke.

This move was extremely insidious. Nohara Momonosuke's strong instincts were useless against it. He was drenched in gasoline, and his whole body froze for a moment.

The pungent smell penetrated his mask and entered his nostrils. Nohara Momonosuke didn't know what Zhou Ming had poured on him, but he knew it definitely wasn't something good. He immediately tried to retreat.

"Retreat? It's too late!" Zhou Ming sneered and his sword clashed with Nohara Momonosuke's long sword, sparking little sparks that lightly fell onto Nohara Momonosuke's body.

Whoosh!

The gasoline instantly ignited, and fierce flames engulfed Nohara Momonosuke's entire body in an instant. He became a human torch, emitting a scorching heat and shining brightly in the night sky.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Nohara Momonosuke screamed and howled in agony, tumbling and rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames that engulfed him.

Despite having an inhuman physique and a powerful regenerative ability, under the instinctual fear of fire, Nohara Momonosuke's reaction was no different from that of a wild beast.

"Your Majesty!"

Equally affected by the flash grenade, Hirakawa Taisho , who was still recovering from the attack, heard Nohara Momonosuke's inhuman screams. He groped his way towards the sound and stumbled towards Nohara Momonosuke.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhou Ming kicked Hirakawa Taisho aside and threw the entire canister of gasoline at Nohara Momonosuke.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Even in his current state, Nohara Momonosuke maintained his terrifying intuition. As the canister of gasoline descended towards him, he swung his long sword and slashed it, causing it to explode.

Then, a large amount of gasoline splashed onto him, and the flames surged up more than three meters high. The intense heat wave hit Zhou Ming, causing him to instinctively take a few steps back.

The fire burned brighter and brighter, and Nohara Momonosuke's reactions became weaker and weaker. Finally, he collapsed in the fire and remained motionless, allowing the flames to consume him.

Did he die? Zhou Ming looked at the motionless Nohara Momonosuke and felt uncertain.

Suddenly...

"Click!"

A soft sound.

Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes and activated the Ghost Eye Gu. Immediately, he discovered that one of the clasps on the crimson armor had opened on its own.

As if a switch had been pressed, as soon as Zhou Ming noticed the opened clasp, the other clasps began clicking open one after another, forming a dense pattern.

The entire suit of armor disintegrated before Zhou Ming's eyes!

Whoosh!

A shadow suddenly burst out from the disintegrating armor, heading straight towards a certain direction.

"That is... Oh no!"

Zhou Ming instantly realized the situation and tried to intercept the shadow using the Ghost Shadow Gu, but it was already too late.

The eerie shadow's target was none other than Hirakawa Taisho!

Just moments before Zhou Ming reached them, the shadow had already grabbed Hirakawa Taisho and retreated several meters with his body.

At this moment, with the help of the Ghost Eye Gu, Zhou Ming finally saw what that shadow was.

It was a shriveled corpse, charred like a baby, the dried-up remains of Nohara Momonosuke!

However, at this moment, the corpse was gradually expanding. The black color faded away, and layer by layer, muscles and skin regenerated at an astonishing speed from the charcoal-like body.

In just a few breaths, Nohara Momonosuke, appearing to be around thirty years old, stood before Zhou Ming once again!

"You..." Zhou Ming stared at him intensely, his eyes filled with a ferocious glare.

"Hirakawa Taisho, you truly are my most loyal protector. Rest in peace. You have fulfilled your promise, guarding me until your last breath."

Nohara Momonosuke caressed the crimson armor in his hand, murmuring softly. Suddenly, he let go, allowing it to fall to the ground.

Clatter...

The crimson armor that fell to the ground also disintegrated on its own, scattering countless coal-like fragments.

Those were the final remains of Hirakawa Taisho.

Zhou Ming stared at the scattered fragments on the ground and suddenly said, "I know why you organized the World's Number One Samurai Tournament."

"Is that so? And what does it matter?" Nohara Momonosuke wore a peculiar smile on his face. Despite being completely naked, he moved his body with an incredible calmness, as if it were an extremely rare and fascinating experience.