MHA: Sword God

"It feels pretty good."

Ken felt the crazy operation of the 'Super Healing' in his body, revealing a touch of joy.

In the past, he wouldn't fight head on with these kind of people who seemed to excel in strength, but that would end tonight.

"What do you smell?"

Mad Bull, who was madly holding Ken back with his horns, suddenly heard someone asking him.

Mad Bull habitually twitched his nose, and said bluntly, "It seems to be the smell of wine?"

"No, that is the smell of pain." Ken chuckled lightly.

He grasped Mad Bull's horns, and with the support of the horns, he slid to the sky above Mad Bull, and then before Mad Bull could react, his body bent more than three hundred degrees.

This was the power of A-level coordination.

He supported his hands and adjusted the most powerful posture to attack in the air.

A leg suddenly pulled out from under the black robe, and hit the center of Mad Bull's eyebrows.

The huge pain caused Mad Bull to mourn, but he ignored the pain and grabbed Ken with both hands.

"This is just the beginning!"

As soon as the words fell, Ken twisted his body, joined his five fingers together, and slashed at Mad Bull's neck.

Ken was very good at using swords. However, there was no need to use a sword in this kind of competition. He wanted to conceal his identity as much as possible.

But even so, Ken's five fingers played the role of a sword, and the angle of his attack was the same as when he uses a sword.

In just an instant, a lot of blood spouted from Mad Bull.

"It'll be over soon."

Looking at Mad Bull, who had almost lost his combat power, Ken, who was still holding his horn, suddenly let go of his hand.

Ken who was wearing a black robe fell like a meteor.

Kacha!

A crisp sound was made, and a powerful knee bump directly hit the waist of Mad Bull who was still bending down.

Ken stood up, patted the dust on his body, and walked straight towards the exit.

From the beginning to the end, the process took less than half a minute.

At this moment, countless spectators watched Mad Bull who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or not.

"Quick, ruthless, accurate, No. 7 is a bit more brutal and excessive compared to Mad Bull." A somewhat insightful audience was horrified.

"Strong, he's really strong, but I didn't see when No. 7 made a counterattack and Mad Bull suddenly fell." Someone suddenly wondered.

"That's because your eyesight is not good. Just a few seconds after the counterattack, number seven attacked three times, all of which were very harsh and abnormal, and they fell on the eyebrows, neck, and waist respectively..." Another audience member explained.

Hearing the explanation, many people took a breath and looked at the figure of Mad Bull lying on the ground, as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Mad Bull, is he dead?"

"No, every time No. 7 attacks, he only hurts the opponent seriously. He hasn't killed anyone yet."

Although the quirk arena is bloody, if there are no special circumstances, the organizer does not want anyone to die.

So, every time Ken enters the stadium, someone will tell Ken not to kill in his ears, making Ken annoyed.

"He should have a faint sign of life." When passing by a group of security guards, Ken said casually in a low voice.

Several security guards looked at Mad Bull, who was carried on a stretcher by several medical personnel.

The security guards shook their head helplessly, and laughed bitterly, "Did we overdo it? Every time No. 7th fights, opponents are half dead. It's like he is making his dissatisfaction towards us known."

"Hey, let's not talk about it. What is important is life and death." A security guard looked at Ken's back helplessly and explained in a low voice.

At this moment, Ken had already walked out of the quirk arena with a metal box.

Except for necessary battles, Ken would not stay in such a place for too long.

After all, a gray place like this was discovered and the impact was not very good.

Suddenly, Ken's mouth under the black robe raised a sneer.

He paused and walked into the nearest alley.

The alley was deep and between two tall buildings.

In the darkest and deepest corner of the city, only Ken's slight footsteps were heard.

"Come out."

In the deep alley, a bearded man walked slowly. His eyes seemed to flash indelible hatred, and the machete in his hand was shining brightly, and there was an indescribable heaviness in his steps.

"It's been a long time, bastard. Do you know how much I missed you?" The shrill voice echoed in the alley.

And the machete dragged on the ground to make a sizzling sound, which was indescribable.

"Who are you?" Ken put down the metal box in his hand and looked at the person slowly approaching with a little doubt.

He thought this guy was a gambler, or a drunkard who coveted his money.

"Me? You don't remember me, well, you should remember when I crush your bones a little bit." The big man jumped up excitedly like a mouse whose tail was stepped on and said with hatred.