Chapter 208: The Martial Arts Tournament Arc
In an instant, Machine God G5, having lost its giant sword, was cut into countless uniform blocks.
Metal pieces scattered across the ground with a heavy clatter.
But before Satoru Suzuki could relax, Asuramaru's voice rang in his mind again.
"It isn't over yet. Watch your surroundings."
The moment those words fell, the ground beneath Satoru split apart.
The street cracked open into two semicircles, closing around him like a giant steel trap.
But it only held him for a moment.
Satoru's sword flashed.
The two halves were sliced apart, and he broke free before the trap could crush him.
What greeted him next was a figure descending from the sky.
The person's body radiated the energy fluctuations unique to a psychic.
They wore a pitch black cloak and a mask, both marked with four jet black stars.
That mark represented a Dragon level psychic.
The moment the opponent appeared, they raised their right hand and slammed it downward.
At the same time, an invisible force pressed down on Satoru's body, trying to crush him into the street.
"An esper?"
Feeling the pressure bearing down on him, Satoru planted his feet and exerted strength.
The ground beneath him shattered.
Several pieces of broken stone flew upward, and he caught them in his hand.
Then he threw them with all his might toward the psychic's waist.
Even under telekinetic suppression, absolute physical power could still turn a pebble into something lethal.
The Tsukuyomi powerhouse clearly understood this.
Their physical body was only at the level of an ordinary human. There was no way they dared take that attack directly.
They immediately controlled their body and flew higher into the air.
The telekinetic pressure on Satoru weakened.
He seized that opening, pushed off the ground, and leapt into the sky.
Brilliant light burst from his sword again.
"Breath of Light, Seventh Form."
This time, the light did not scatter outward.
It gathered around the sword, then formed a massive dragon of radiance that wrapped around Satoru's body.
"Straight Slash, Light Dragon!"
From below to above, the light dragon opened its jaws and charged toward the psychic in the air.
Everything happened too quickly.
The Tsukuyomi powerhouse had no time to dodge.
They could only raise both hands and use all their power to suppress it.
A telekinetic storm twisted around the light dragon.
Under that immense pressure, even the goggles on Satoru's face could not endure. They cracked, shattered, and fell away.
The speed of the light dragon slowed as well.
But in the end, it still swallowed the Tsukuyomi powerhouse.
Satoru struck their abdomen with his sword.
Even though he pulled back his strength in time and used the back of the sword, the blow still knocked the psychic unconscious.
Satoru grabbed the opponent by the collar and landed smoothly on the street.
He glanced down at the unconscious enemy.
Only then did he ask in his mind, "Asuramaru, are there any more enemies nearby?"
Asuramaru replied with only two words.
"All gone."
After receiving that answer, Satoru finally sheathed his sword.
He took out his communicator and called the Hero Association. After reporting the situation truthfully, he stood where he was and waited for people to arrive and handle the aftermath.
Inside the sword, Asuramaru finally could not hold back anymore.
"Satoru Suzuki, did you really not see it, or are you doing this on purpose?"
Satoru looked confused.
"See what?"
Asuramaru felt a little exhausted.
"You really are stupid enough. Haven't you realized that the Hero Association is also involved in this?"
"The Hero Association is involved too?"
This time, Satoru truly could not remain calm.
He had not suspected the Hero Association.
But after thinking carefully, it did make sense.
Wherever people gathered, interests would follow.
But what could he do?
He could only do his best to become stronger.
After the Association personnel arrived, they bound the unconscious Tsukuyomi powerhouse and took them away.
Only then did Satoru ride his bicycle back to the mansion on the mountain.
Bang and Atomic Samurai had returned one step ahead of him.
Both of them had also seen through the situation.
Atomic Samurai looked at Satoru, who had already started training again, then turned to Bang.
"You saw it too, didn't you?"
He chewed the foxtail grass in his mouth and frowned slightly.
"What do you plan to do?"
Bang pondered for a moment.
"The forces behind these people are complicated."
His expression grew solemn.
"It would be better for Satoru Suzuki to go out less in the near future. These people will not let the matter end so easily."
"I suppose that is all we can do."
While the two masters talked, Asuramaru inside the sword began preparing another enhancement for his two Sword Masters.
He directly used Idle Transfiguration.
He began to reconstruct Satoru Suzuki's brain.
Because he had remained with Satoru long enough, he could engrave an Innate Technique into his brain.
However, he could only engrave one.
After thinking for a moment, Asuramaru engraved Malevolent Shrine into Satoru's brain.
Satoru suddenly felt his body change.
More accurately, it was his brain.
Some indescribable alteration had taken root there.
At the same time, memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.
They were memories about the usage and techniques of Malevolent Shrine.
Almost instinctively, Satoru raised his hand.
"Dismantle!"
The moment the word left his lips, an invisible slash shot out.
It cut through the perimeter wall in front of him, then continued into the deep mountain forest beyond.
All the trees in that direction were sliced cleanly through their trunks.
Looking at the smooth cuts, Satoru stared at his own hand in disbelief.
"Did I do this?"
After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly thanked Asuramaru in his mind.
"Thank you, Asuramaru!"
Asuramaru did not pay him any attention.
He had already fallen into brief contemplation.
The commotion in the courtyard also attracted Bang and Atomic Samurai's attention.
The two looked over with some confusion.
After all, neither of them could see Dismantle.
However, they did not press him with questions.
They could roughly guess that it was most likely related to that sword.
At the same time, Sonic's brain had also been engraved with the Malevolent Shrine technique by Asuramaru.
As for why Asuramaru did not engrave Limitless into them, the reason was simple.
Neither Satoru nor Sonic possessed the Six Eyes.
There was nothing he could do about that.
After giving Sonic a brief explanation, Asuramaru let him continue roaming through City Z's Ghost Town, searching everywhere for traces of Monsters.
Because of this, the Monsters deep underground lived in constant fear.
Every day, they were terrified of being discovered by him.
A few days later, Satoru Suzuki began appearing more frequently in the public eye.
It seemed as though someone was intentionally guiding public opinion.
Even his Monster slaying actions from that day had been fully recorded and spread.
Amai Mask was also adding fuel to the fire from behind the scenes.
For a time, Satoru Suzuki's popularity soared.
He did not need to think much to know that this was Amai Mask's doing.
But Satoru did not care.
In his heart, there was still only one thought.
Temper himself.
Become stronger.
One day, Bang suddenly came to Satoru Suzuki and asked, "Are you interested in participating in the Martial Arts Tournament?"
Seeing his disciple hesitate, Bang immediately gave his advice.
"Do not spend all your time thinking only about training."
The old man smiled gently.
"Occasionally going out and seeing more of the world will also help your cultivation."
Satoru lowered his head respectfully.
"Understood "
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