The Reformer

Sky Fist was called Sky Fist naturally because of its powerful and unparalleled boxing skills, as for sword fighting it was not an area it excelled in.

Therefore, both the young man with glasses and the man with a scar did not think that this man was a disciple of the Sky Fist.

But there was no doubt that this person was related to Sky Fist in all likelihood. Otherwise, in an ordinary dojo, there was a girl who trained at Sky Fist and a Transcendent at least Level 9, said Who believes this was a coincidence?

She had to be captured and interrogated to find out where the Sky Fist was!

The two of them did not even make eye contact, just a turn their head, they tacitly made a decision at the same time.

The young man with the glasses immediately put away his pistol, took off his windbreaker and threw it to the side, but inside was a black undershirt, with his strong muscles supporting the clothes tightly, and his smooth muscle lines were exposed, his body was full of a sense of power that was extremely inconsistent with his gentle appearance.

However, if you observe carefully, you can find that his two arms have a much paler skin color than the other parts, revealing a penetrating whiteness, and the muscles on them also give a sense of stiffness and falsehood.

Click!

The young man with glasses suddenly straightened his arm and gave a strong shock. With his movements, the skin on the surface of his arm suddenly cracked, and a section of criss-crossed horizontal cracks quickly emerged, following inside. There was a weird sound that seemed to be a mixture of gear friction and engine starting sound. The next second I listened to the puff, and both arms suddenly spewed out a lot of hot steam of white mist.

Steam rises and swirls around, quickly spreading out.

You can clearly see the young man with glasses on his two arms. There were thicker circles, under the cracks were full of silver metal parts, with the fist clenched, inside immediately sounded a burst of power full of engine roar.

bang!

The young man with glasses stomped his feet, and the whole person was already like a cheetah pouncing at a fast speed, leaving a dense white mist track behind him.

Hayashi Rikawa had already noticed the movement on the side of the young man with the glasses, and as he watched the rising steam, a word instantly flashed through his mind.

Cyborg!

This was a kind of and strengthened people, did not awaken the supernormal ability and Budokai talent, but not willing to be weak, so as to use the power of science and technology to strengthen their own group of people, but and strengthened people different, the approach of the reformer was more radical, at the expense of giving up the human body, to mechanical replacement of a part of the body or even all, in order to obtain a strong power.

From the scene just now, the man with glasses has obviously transformed his hands into machines.

When Hayashi Rikawa knew about the existence of Enhanced and Cyborg, he couldn't help but feel a little speechless. It was clearly a world that didn't even have internet and smart cellphone, but the existence of genetic agents and mechanical modification of such a level of science and technology even in the last world can not catch up with the things the technology tree was pointing to how crooked?

There was a dull whistling sound at first, the young man with glasses came to Hayashi Rikawa in the blink of an eye, his right fist clenched and blasted at him, the force was so powerful that you could even see that the air was blown up instantly. The invisible ripples were evident in the strength of power.

Hayashi Rikawa raised his eyebrows, decisively raised his left hand to block the path of his fist, and quickly whispered incantation in his mouth, and displayed Bakudō #8. Seki, in front of the left palm to condense a semi-transparent diamond-shaped light shield, the other hand was swinging the sword to slash at the scarred man.

ka-cha!

There was a crisp sound like glass cracking. Under the young man with glasses full strength attack, the diamond-shaped shield instantly cracked, showing densely packed cracks.

Hayashi Rikawa's Kidō Level was still too low after all. The Bakudō displayed by chantless was only half of the real power, and defensive power can't be considered high.

However, he was still able to block the young man's punch.

On the other hand, the scarred man was dodging Hayashi Rikawa's attacks in an awkward manner, waiting for a chance to counterattack.

He was genetically strengthened, and the loss of one arm has a great impact on the battle strength, leaving at most only 50-60% of the original.

As time passes, the battle becomes more and more intense, and the horror in the hearts of the scarred man and the young man with glasses also increases. 

Faced with the siege of the two of them, the person in front of them still looked calm and ease, and his strength was simply deep and unmeasurable.

If you continue to fight, not only will you won't get the information you want, but you will also lose your life here.

For a moment, they couldn't help but think of retreating.

Hayashi Rikawa kept focusing on the two of them, and immediately noticed their thoughts from the weakened offensive.

"Want to escape?"

His eyes were cold, he turned his wrist immediately, and there was an eyedrop bottle in his palm, without the slightest hesitation moved towards the scarred man and threw it hard.

The scared man only thought it was some kind of concealed weapon, because at this time the two sides were too close, there was no time to avoid, so he decided to swing his fist and bombarded, trying to knock it away.

Under the huge impact, the bottle containing Senten shattered in an instant, and the glittering and translucent liquid splashed little by little, most of which fell on the scarred man's wire gloves and penetrated into it along the gap.

In the next instant, Scarred Man only felt a strong sense of faintness welling up, and his body could not help but stagger unsteadily.

"It's awful!"

He was in a state of shock and desperately wanted to stabilize his body, but just as he stabilized his feet, he felt a coldness in his heart, and a longsword with an icy metallic luster had already been plunged into his heart.

The scarred man's eyes suddenly widened, and crimson blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it!"

The young man with glasses couldn't help but to curse in a low voice, and turned around without hesitation.

Hayashi Rikawa's expression remained unchanged as he unsheathed his longsword and let the body of the scarred man slowly paralyze on the ground, while he himself turned to face the young man with glasses and faintly uttered:

"Roar , Tenken!"

The horrible imposing manner came down the whole street in an instant. The young man with glasses, who was immersed in the running wild, immediately felt his chest boring, blood stagnation of the terrible sense of oppression, the heart suddenly felt, raised his head to look upward.

He saw a huge palm descending from the sky.

bang!

Ear-splitting deafening banging sound explosion, in an instant spread throughout the street, a large amount of dust mixed with debris scattered, crackling and crashing sound endless.

Feeling the rapidly fading aura in the distance, Hayashi Rikawa gently exhaled and immediately relieved Tenken's Shikai.

The feeling that Reiatsu was drawn in a large amount in an instant and almost exhausted was really uncomfortable.

A Shōatsu waved the diffuse smoke, revealing the situation inside.

In the middle of the street, there was already a huge crater, vaguely palm-shaped, with cracks all over the place, rubble everywhere, and in the center of it all was a young man with glasses whose legs were deeply buried in the ground and whose body was drenched in blood.

The two arms he used to resist the Heaven's Condemnation's blow had been twisted and bent beyond recognition, the skin was peeled off a great deal, revealing the tattered metal parts inside, and the special 'blood' mixed with lubricant and motor oil flowed out along the gaps, quickly drenching the ground underneath him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man with the glasses raised his head with difficulty and looked at Hayashi Rikawa with a gaze full of fear and horror.

"White, silver stage ... How is it possible?"