Chapter 207: This Is a Trap
This slaughter was a warning to every force hiding behind the scenes.
So many experts had been wiped out in such a short time. No matter how arrogant they were, they had to admit one thing.
Black Flash was terrifyingly strong.
Even so, those organizations had no intention of giving up.
After all, a sword that could make its wielder stronger was far too tempting.
There was even a living example right in front of them.
If they could obtain that sword, then perhaps they could obtain that same power.
How could they not go mad for it?
As the days passed, various groups tried every method they could think of.
None succeeded.
Several organizations were even completely destroyed by Sonic in retaliation, and the number of people who died because of it became impossible to count.
After that, most of the forces finally chose to retreat.
But the strongest among them, Organization G and Tsukuyomi, shifted their attention toward another target.
Mumen Rider.
After repeatedly studying the combat footage, they suddenly discovered something strange.
Mumen Rider's strength had also exploded within a very short period of time.
More importantly, he was using the same type of technique called Breathing Style.
Although they did not believe he also possessed Asuramaru, that did not mean he had no secret method of becoming stronger quickly.
Suspicion alone was enough.
As long as they captured him and subjected him to interrogation and research, the truth would eventually come out.
For a time, undercurrents surged beneath the surface.
Meanwhile, Satoru Suzuki was still staying at Atomic Samurai's dojo.
With the buff from Asuramaru, he had completely mastered Atomic Samurai's sword techniques during this period.
His strength had risen once again and was already showing signs of stepping into mid Dragon level.
Not far away, Atomic Samurai sat on the porch with a stalk of foxtail grass in his mouth.
Watching Satoru train in the courtyard, his eyes grew more and more satisfied.
Whether it was talent or strength, this boy had already surpassed his three disciples by far.
Atomic Samurai could not help sighing.
"Bang, you really found yourself a fine seedling."
He looked at Satoru's smooth movements and sharp sword intent.
"This kid can already stand on his own."
Bang sat beside him and smiled.
"It is still too early to say he can stand on his own."
His gaze toward Satoru was gentle but strict.
"Young people still need more tempering."
The two were chatting when Satoru's communicator suddenly vibrated at his waist.
He stopped training, took it out, and answered.
A woman's voice came through.
"Hello, Mumen Rider. City P is currently under attack by a Monster. The disaster level has been determined as Demon. Do you have time to provide support?"
Hearing the request, Satoru turned to look at Bang and Atomic Samurai.
The two gave him an affirmative response without hesitation.
Satoru immediately replied, "Please tell me the exact location. I'm heading out now."
With the communicator in hand, he rushed down the mountain at once.
Behind him, Atomic Samurai chewed the foxtail grass and smiled faintly.
"Perhaps the sword in your disciple's hand has already been exposed. What do you plan to do?"
Bang slowly stood up.
"An eagle must soar one day. He cannot hide forever."
The old man's eyes sharpened slightly.
"I will follow and take a look."
"You care about your disciple that much?"
Atomic Samurai looked at Bang's aged back, shook his head helplessly, and stood as well.
"Then count me in."
City P.
Qifeng Street.
When Satoru arrived by bicycle, he immediately saw pedestrians fleeing in panic.
He rode to the side of the road, locked his bicycle quickly, and rushed into the street.
Within moments, he saw the Monster.
It was a turtle with three heads.
Its green shell was covered in dense spikes, and its body emitted an indescribable stench. Just getting close was enough to make a person feel nauseous.
"It's all thanks to you humans."
The three headed turtle dragged its foul body along the street, its voice filled with hatred.
"You flushed me into the sewers. I survived in that filthy, stinking place, and that is how I became like this!"
Its three heads opened their mouths together.
"So as thanks, I'll make you humans live in that filthy sewer too!"
As it spoke, the head in the centre noticed a family of three fleeing nearby.
It immediately opened its massive mouth and spat out a round glob of dark green saliva.
Satoru's eyes sharpened.
He flashed forward, drew his sword, and struck twice in rapid succession.
"Flying Sword!"
Two crossing waves of sword energy cut through the air.
They struck the glob of saliva and sliced it apart before it could land on the family.
The dark green liquid splashed onto the road.
The street surface dissolved at a visible speed, hissing and smoking as it melted away.
Satoru did not waste a single word.
He exerted force through his legs, shattering the ground beneath him, and slashed forward with his sword in one hand.
"Atomic Slash!"
Before the turtle Monster could react, Satoru's figure had already appeared behind it.
He calmly sheathed his sword.
Click.
The sword returned to the scabbard.
Behind him, the massive body of the turtle Monster collapsed like stacked blocks.
It broke apart into countless uniform pieces, scattering across the ground along with foul smelling blood.
Inside the sword, the system notification sounded in Asuramaru's mind.
[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from Demon level Monster Evil Water Turtle before death. Gained 30,000 emotion points!]
[This kill obtained 15,000 Demon Power. Fifty percent will be fed back to the Sword Master.]
At this moment, Asuramaru did not care about the system notification.
Through his perception, he sensed an aura lying in ambush nearby.
He immediately understood.
It seemed they really could not do anything about Sonic, so they had begun pointing their spears at Satoru Suzuki instead.
With that thought, Asuramaru quickly warned him.
"This is a trap. Be careful. Someone is watching you."
Hearing Asuramaru's warning in his mind, Satoru looked around vigilantly.
"Can you tell where?"
"Second floor on the right."
Asuramaru had only just spoken when the opponent lost patience and struck first.
A figure burst through a window on the second floor and landed heavily on the street.
It was a new combat robot.
The mark of Organization G was clearly printed on its body.
The machine drew a mechanical greatsword from its back and pointed it forward.
A synthetic voice sounded from within its metal frame.
"Target confirmed. I am G5. I am here to carry out a recovery mission on you."
The three meter tall machine radiated an intense sense of pressure.
"Recover me?"
Satoru frowned slightly.
The target is not the sword, but me?
It seemed these people had not realized that what he held was also Asuramaru.
They had likely only noticed the changes in his strength.
After a brief thought, Satoru drew his sword and declared battle with action.
"Breath of Light, First Form."
Countless traces of hazy light appeared behind him.
Amidst the dazzling radiance, Satoru held the sword with both hands.
Light erupted from the edge.
"Haze Light!"
G5's visual sensors were obstructed, but it could still rely on other detection systems to fight.
At the same time, it raised its mechanical greatsword with both hands and used an unknown sword technique.
The two sides collided.
The next moment, the mechanical greatsword was cut in two.
G5 froze.
Disbelief flooded its mechanical analysis core.
Its alloy greatsword had been forged from the hardest materials.
How was this possible?
This was the first time the greatsword had ever been severed.
Under G5's shocked gaze, Satoru changed to a two handed grip.
His eyes became calm and sharp.
"Atomic Slash!"
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