"Fuck, fuck, I'm fighting with you!!!"

It was too late to take a closer look at the people who were wailing and fell to the ground and didn't know whether to live or die. Takeshi Iwata, who was dodging on the ground and survived, roared and raised the muzzle, aiming at the giant who came before him...

"Crack...knock..."

In the next second, an incomparably huge palm had already pinched his body and lifted it up amidst the sound of bones shattering.

"Is it from the Metropolitan Police Department, it came just in time..."

Lifting Takeshi Iwata into the air more than three meters high, the mask has long since disappeared, revealing the hideous giant face, "Tao Fangzhu", gritted his teeth and asked: "Say, the number three eldest of our 'fangzhu four people', was arrested. Where are you locked up?!"

I think after retiring from the Self-Defense Forces, because I was unwilling to waste the perfect body and professional skills that I had tempered day and night in the years of the Niulang shop and the **** shop...

The four of their brothers, under the leadership of "No. 3", became professional killers in the Deep Web who licked blood with their knife heads.

Later, it was also "No. 3" who took the opportunity of the mission to get on the line with the president, and he and others had the opportunity to be "transcendental" today.

Therefore, after the "No. 3" was arrested due to the failed assassination, the other three loyal and loyal people have been trying to rescue him, but they suffer from the fact that the location of the special detention facility of the Metropolitan Police Department is too secretive and has no clue at all.

"There are four people in the workshop? So it is, the master of Haifang, the master of Gaofang, the master of Yanyu..."

Seemingly figured out something, Iwata Takeshi smiled coldly with a pale face, regardless of the torn pain all over his body.

"With the 'Heifangzhu' from the special detention center, it's a complete set, right? If you want to know the location of your companions..."

"Say, where?!"

Takeshi Iwata, who was like mud, with a tone like a gossamer, made "Master Takabo" come close to his face.

"Pooh!"

Then, a mouthful of blood was spat out on his hideous giant face.

"Sorry... It's about the "Public Confidentiality Regulations"... You bald heads with number XXXXL... Go back to the Metropolitan Police Department to register with me first, and then cooperate with him in the investigation."

"Tsk, the dead duck has a tough mouth, I'll take your life today and sacrifice the flag for the 'No. 3' boss..."

Extending his long tongue to lick off the blood on his face, the strength in "Master Takabo" increased again, and Takeshi Iwata immediately fainted in severe pain.

"Leave him alive, go back and slowly torture... This guy is their head, he must know where the boss is locked up!"

The "Master Haifang" on the side also took advantage of the collapse of the '01 whip formation' of the "Spiritual Society", and reached out to stop the "Master Takabo" beside him from continuing to turn Takeshi Iwata into flesh.

"However, there's a greasy guy in here..."

"Master Haifang" shrank and disappeared into the puddles below him, then jumped out of the "water surface" from Hiroshi Tsuten, who was holding his stomach and wailing, and pinched his shiny Mediterranean Sea with **** ...

"...It must be dealt with first."

"boom."

"Cocoon", who was chasing after him, turned over and tried to stop it, but was stepped on the ground by "Master Gaofang", who had "grown" to a height of four meters, and couldn't move.

"This guy is stinky and hard, doesn't seem to be human... Can't even bleed? Boring."

Looking at the figure whose armor was gradually deformed like a pop-top can, but there was no blood flowing out, "Master Takabo" who held Iwata Takeshi in his hand muttered in disappointment.

"Hahahaha, I was so excited just now, now it's my turn..."

"Master Haifang" grabbed Hiroshi Changtian with a grin, and his huge body quickly retracted toward the puddle below...

"It's decided, let you enjoy the joy of suffocation in the water as a reward!"

Everyone was seriously injured, the bronze corpse "cocoon" couldn't move after a hundred battles, Hiroshi Changda and Takeshi Iwata fell into the hands of the two strange giants, and they were at stake...

The originally stalemate situation was completely destroyed in the blink of an eye when No. 21, who possessed the "Power of Gaofang Master", appeared!

"stop!!!"

Faced with the sudden collapse, Kengo Yamada, who was in a passionate collision with the "Iwayufang Master", turned around in surprise and wanted to rush towards the other two.

"Hey, where are you looking..."

"boom!"

The rock-like hard fist of "Yanyufang Master" slammed into his back, smashing the golden light that was surging on the surface of his body.

"...Your opponent is me!"

It was the "Master of Yanyufang" beside him who unceremoniously waited for the opportunity.

"Ugh..."

After being hit hard, Kengo Yamada flew to one side, flipped a few somersaults on the ground, and hit a stone on one side.

"Like our divine power, there is no ability without cost in this world!"

Not chasing after the victory, "Yanyufang Master" stood there and smiled coldly: "If you guessed correctly, the golden light of your possession consumes vitality, right?!"

"How do you know... poof..."

Not far away, Yamada Kengo, who was lying on all fours and fighting again, suddenly spat out a cloud of blood.

"Kengo, the art of Tibetan armor is a secret art driven by forcibly stimulating the body and blooming the essence of life! 』

In his mind, he couldn't help but echo the teachings of Teacher Shiben when he taught him this secret technique.

"Although you are young, energetic and full of blood, you can't last for more than three minutes at a time, otherwise it will damage the source of your essence and even reduce your lifespan... If you are a teacher at this age, if you make a random attack, I am afraid that It's gone."

Before he knew it, the green stubble on his temples had turned a little gray.

"I'm sorry, teacher... As a man, if I can only hold on for three minutes, I'll be looked down upon by Ms. Kato who told me, 'Keep going' at the fan appreciation festival in the afternoon!"

"Besides, the first shot is just a warm-up to increase durability, and the second shot is a real shot, isn't it common sense? 』

Wiping the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, Yamada Kengo felt the stagnation in his chest cleared, and he even breathed a little easier.

"Wang woo~lightnovelpub.net~ Since you can't compete, then win quickly! Just use my sinful hand held by Miss Kato..."

He was on all fours like a dog, his hands clasped in front of him, ring finger, middle finger, thumb upright, little finger, index finger bent and crossed...

"Soldiers!"

As soon as the words fell, the dim golden light on his body was quietly introverted, and the whole person disappeared from the sight of the "Yanyufang Master" without warning.

Nine-character mantra, Tibetan armor, and the heart mantra of King Ming of the Three Worlds.

Yamada Kengo not only did not withdraw the technique, but instead hid another armor in his body!

"This kid... where is the person?!"

There was a faint sound of wind and thunder, passing by the "Master Haifang" who was holding Chang Tian Guangzhi in one hand, and his shoulders had sunk under the puddle...

"Uh ah ah ah ah..."

The sudden lightning burst, and No. 11, who was in control of the "Haifang Master's Power", broke his wrists!