With a slight bend in his knees, the muscles in his legs began to tense layer by layer, bulging slightly and filling out his loose school pants until they were taut.
*Bang!* More dense cracks appeared on the concrete and rebar surface of the corridor. Kurozawa leaped up, using the hole the tall man had broken through to reach the fourth floor.
His feet landed, and Kurozawa stood up steadily.
The tall man, who had already lowered his body and retracted his fleshy tentacles from above, adopting a defensive posture with his sharp metal blades, felt a new emotion well up inside him.
It was something he had never experienced before.
Apprehension, and a trace of fear that he was unwilling to believe.
"Are... are you really human?"
Whether it was the agile movements as he ran along the wall earlier, or his current action of leaping several meters high from the third floor to the fourth, it all showed Kurozawa's physique was far beyond that of an ordinary person.
This completely contradicted the knowledge the tall man had acquired.
He found it hard to comprehend but was greatly shocked.
As for Shinichi Izumi and Righty, whom he had previously considered his main targets and intended to kill, the tall man now saw them as dispensable. The man in front of him was the real enemy, which was why he had allowed Shinichi Izumi to leave.
Across from him, Kurozawa rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
To be honest, the tall man's heartfelt question had stumped him.
An immortal and indestructible physique, a Left Hand that could transform into a terrifying Demonic Blade—any human would undoubtedly shout "monster" upon seeing this.
Calling him human seemed inappropriate.
But Kurozawa thought about it carefully and didn't dwell on the question, merely letting out a relieved chuckle.
Even a Demon had mutated from a human body. Weren't Parasitic Organisms' hosts human bodies as well? And most importantly, no matter what his identity truly was, what he wanted to do wouldn't change.
Whether he was human or Demon, it was just a difference in physical form; in reality, there was no difference.
"Why are you asking so many questions, corpse?"
Kurozawa chuckled. On his right hand, there was a *boom*, and a deep, pitch-black flame quietly burned. The surrounding light twisted slightly, dimming somewhat as if being absorbed by the Pitch-Black Aura.
"Corpse?" The tall man was a little confused.
It took him a few seconds to realize that the corpse Kurozawa mentioned was referring to him.
Although he had absorbed a lot of knowledge, having extensive knowledge didn't mean his thinking was clear and sharp. Otherwise, the tall man wouldn't have always looked down on human strength.
He rotated his fleshy tentacles, and one of them suddenly extended, bursting through the corridor's railing and arcing to pierce the wall on the third floor.
The tall man was reckless, but not a fool.
He already knew the difference between them; fighting was definitely not an option.
Now, although he didn't know what the Pitch-Black Aura burning and attached to Kurozawa's right hand was, it definitely wasn't a good thing. The tall man sensed dense mental fluctuations representing despair and fear emanating from it.
He didn't want to die, didn't want to truly become the corpse Kurozawa spoke of, so he could only run.
Kurozawa watched the tall man's actions calmly, standing still in place.
He had long anticipated that the tall man would try to escape, so he had discussed it with Lefty beforehand. As soon as he showed any intention or action of escaping, they would stop him.
Therefore, the instant the tall man moved, the Demonic Blade instantly deformed like a fleshy fluid, transforming into a Blade Whip structure with a sharp bladed edge and bloody muscle in the center.
Because the entire body transformed into just this one Blade Whip, it appeared much thicker and stronger than the four fleshy tentacles around the tall man.
Lefty moved. A cold light flashed by, severing the arcing fleshy tentacle in mid-air.
The tall man wouldn't give up and extended several more fleshy tentacles, trying to pierce the third floor again and move his body, but each time Lefty easily intercepted them.
After repeating this several times, the tall man stumbled back a few steps, and the eyeballs squeezed out from his bright red fleshy tentacles seemed to show emotions of grief and indignation.
During this time, Kurozawa stood in place, not doing nothing either.
His full attention was on the mass of Pitch-Black Aura on his right hand.
Under Kurozawa's will, the Pitch-Black Aura twisted and changed continuously, with parts and components appearing and coalescing within it, assembling and fitting together.
After a series of dazzling collisions, an exquisitely shaped, entirely black firearm appeared in Kurozawa's hand.
I wonder if it's just for show, or if it can actually build lethal capability.
Kurozawa leaned his head to look at the dark, deep muzzle.
He had already thought of a name for it—Night Gloom.
Now that Lefty was present, Mingzhou was no longer needed. The Demonic Blade formed by Lefty could also effectively utilize the Sword Form.
"Have you ever been shot by a bullet?"
Looking up, Kurozawa suddenly asked the tall man.
The tall man was currently caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure whether to advance or retreat, only able to observe Kurozawa's reaction.
Upon hearing this question, he was stunned for a few seconds before subconsciously saying, "No."
Kurozawa chuckled, "Well, now you have."
Raising his right hand, Night Gloom pointed directly at the tall man's heart.
At the same time, inside the barrel, pitch-black flames violently exploded, while the gun body restrained them, accumulating power just like the scabbard formed when activating the Annihilation Sword Form back then.
A pitch-black bullet, condensed from a large amount of Power of Despair and already formed into a seemingly solid projectile, was propelled by this explosive force.
Bang! A few wisps of faint black flame emerged, and the pitch-black bullet instantly shot out, spinning as it rushed through the air towards the tall man's heart.
Across from him, the tall man was fully prepared, with four fleshy tendrils blocking horizontally and vertically in front of him, ready to receive the attack Kurozawa had been preparing for a long time.
But to the surprise and bewilderment of both of them, with a clink, the pitch-black bullet, which had solidified into a tangible form, lost momentum and fell to the ground after traveling only half a meter from the gun barrel.
Maintaining his gun-wielding posture and a confident smile, Kurozawa's grin gradually faded: "."
Maintaining his defensive posture, the tall man, whose four metallic blades were interlaced to guard him, silently lowered his head and looked at the small, pitch-black bullet.
The atmosphere immediately became somewhat awkward.
Kurozawa took a deep breath, and Night Gloom instantly dissipated. The bullet on the ground also returned to his body like a homing swallow returning to the forest.
Lefty turned its eyeball and whispered, "Is this what you said was very interesting?"
Kurozawa didn't speak, but a few black lines appeared on his forehead.
He glared angrily at the tall man, emitting a strong killing intent from his body.
"You handle the defense." After saying that, Kurozawa stomped on the ground, shattering it, and his body charged out like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, stirring up a gust of wind around him.
The tall man was startled. Four metallic blades circled and sliced, attacking the four parts of Kurozawa's body: neck, chest and abdomen, arms, and back of the head.
But Kurozawa seemed not to notice, just approaching rapidly with a grim face amidst the short, dense sounds of the ground cracking.
At the same time, his Left Hand suddenly deformed, splitting into four fleshy tendrils with metallic blades. In an instant, they slashed out a sky full of afterimages around Kurozawa.
A rain-like sound of metal clashing rang out, and dense sparks flew everywhere. All of the tall man's attacks were blocked.
And Kurozawa's charging body had already closed the distance.
The tall man retreated step by step, but his speed was like a turtle crawling compared to Kurozawa's.
He clenched his Righty fist tightly, his Righty arm contracting like a fully drawn bowstring. Then, layers of strong wind burst out, and he struck down abruptly.
Bang! A dull, thunderous sound exploded.
Kurozawa's punch pierced through the tall man's heart. His Righty arm passed through the front of his chest, and his bloodstained Righty hand, holding the still slightly beating heart, emerged directly from his back.
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