Dazed and confused, Kurozawa heard calls from the snipers through the communication device in his ear: "Captain, run! This Parasyte isn't right!"
"We'll cover you!"
He struggled to open his eyes and saw a tall figure walking out of the flames caused by the explosion.
The flames parted and dissipated as he walked, as if pushed back by his might.
"Surrender? You don't seem to understand the situation."
Kurozawa raised his head and looked into the distance.
His clothes were almost completely torn, with only scraps of fabric hanging on his body.
His physique, as if sculpted by the hands of a Divine Being, was exposed to the air, covered in the blood that had rained down like a storm just moments before.
Eerie beauty coexisted with fierce power.
Suddenly, Kurozawa stepped aside.
*Bang!* Sparks flew from the ground behind him, leaving a deep bullet hole.
"Heh, hehe... You monster, you'll die by the hands of us humans sooner or later."
The scar-faced man had struggled to his feet, half of his face charred.
His hands trembling violently, he raised his assault rifle again.
Tat tat tat... A string of bullets entered Kurozawa's body.
But in just a moment, they were encased by his writhing muscles and directly transferred to Kurozawa's right hand.
At the same time, Kurozawa's head exploded again with a pop, but his flesh returned the next second, instantly restoring itself.
Frowning, Kurozawa looked up, his face sinking.
These snipers were too annoying.
"Just you? If you can't dodge bullets, there's only death." The scar-faced man was not afraid of death. After seeing Kurozawa's head being shattered multiple times, he provoked him.
His comrades, who he had spent day and night with, were all dead, and he himself had no desire to continue living.
However, just as he finished speaking, he saw the terrifying man in front of him gently close his eyes.
Boom boom boom... A thunderous sound echoed in the scar-faced man's ears. His face froze; he didn't understand where the sound was coming from.
Listening closely again, he realized it was coming from the man's chest.
The sound of a heartbeat, like thunder, echoed repeatedly.
Immediately after, he saw a black spot appear on the man's face. In just a second or two, it twisted and spread along his cheek, like an enchanting rose vine, or a ferocious venomous snake, forming irregular black patterns that appeared on Kurozawa's body surface.
At the same time, a long-lost sense of power returned to this body.
He spread his arms as if wanting to embrace the night, stretching his body to its fullest.
Bullets from an unknown source were still shooting at high speed, piercing Kurozawa's body and blooming into vibrant flowers of blood. However, these blood flowers were fleeting like fireworks, disappearing into his body.
Next, time seemed to stand still for a moment.
An invisible wave centered on Kurozawa, spreading and extending in all directions, covering an area of several kilometers in an instant.
Awakening Fighting Spirit Perception for the first time, the Fighting Spirit Domain unfolded directly, as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water.
At the same time, the world in Kurozawa's eyes quickly turned transparent.
Everyone, everything, seemed to become intertwined lines at this moment.
He could see the scar-faced man's appearance, as well as the structure within his body. He could even see through his body to the various scenes behind him.
Looking down to his left hand.
The conscious cells that made up the Parasitic Organism were also completely exposed in Kurozawa's eyes.
The ultimate peak of the Fighting Spirit Domain - the Transparent World.
This was the power of his foundation.
Fighting Spirit was a kind of knowledge, a kind of technique. As long as he could obtain the power to manipulate Fighting Spirit, Kurozawa could instantly return to his peak state.
When the Fighting Spirit Domain unfolded, within the domain, the trajectories of all moving objects became clear and distinct, every detail visible, with clear layers.
Whoosh! Several inches long, yellowish sniper bullets spun as they flew.
But their trajectories were captured by Kurozawa in an instant.
Stepping back as if strolling in a leisurely garden, dense charred bullet craters appeared on the ground in front of Kurozawa.
Opposite him, the scar-faced man gritted his teeth, holding his assault rifle with both hands, and fired at Kurozawa again.
Flames spewed, and gunshots roared.
Bullets with extremely high velocity rained down, enveloping Kurozawa's entire body.
This time, Kurozawa did not try to withstand the bullets.
His steps were agile, swaying left and right amidst the bombardment of bullets. His body would deflect or leap, dodging all attacks.
If it were like the beginning, with dozens of people surrounding Kurozawa and unleashing firepower, even if he could predict and perceive it, it would be difficult to completely evade. But now, only the scar-faced man and a few hidden snipers remained, posing no threat to Kurozawa whatsoever.
Suddenly, Kurozawa's body stiffened, and he abruptly looked up.
A sniper bullet came whistling through the air from a distance, aimed directly at his head.
The bullets that always blew off Kurozawa's head came from the same angle, seemingly from the sniper with the best aim among them.
At the same time, his left hand rapidly changed shape.
Bloody muscles appeared, and his fingers transformed into metallic claws glinting with cold light, slightly curved, with barbed points along the edges.
Predicting the trajectory of the sniper bullet, Kurozawa raised his hand as if he knew what was coming, extending two fingers.
Pfft! A muffled sound.
The scorching bullet head stopped, emitting wisps of white smoke, caught between Kurozawa's two blade-like fingers.
The scar-faced man's face showed terror.
Then, Kurozawa revealed a somewhat sunny smile.
However, this smile appeared a bit terrifying due to the blood covering his entire body.
"Have you ever heard this saying?"
"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
With a flick of his hand, his left hand split off a lump of flesh.
Before the lump of flesh hit the ground, it quickly grew feathers, claws, and a sharp beak. A white bird spread its wings and shot through the air, quickly flying away.
"What do you want?" The scar-faced man didn't react immediately.
However, soon after, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came through his earpiece.
He had heard that sound many times in quick succession just moments ago.
It was the sound of a head hitting the ground.
Afterward, the white bird's wings were stained with blood as it flew back. It swooped towards Kurozawa's left hand and instantly merged into it.
"Where is my sister?"
Kurozawa's voice was calm, his right hand still playing with the bullets.
Too many bullets had been squeezed out of his body. He had already discarded them by the roadside, only keeping the twenty-odd shotgun pellets from the initial ambush.
Against a Parasitic Organism, weapons with such a wide impact range were indeed more effective.
As long as the main body of the Parasitic Organism couldn't defend itself and the fragile human body was destroyed, death was certain.
Unfortunately, the other party had mistaken his identity.
He was not a Parasitic Organism with a fatal weakness.
With the Immortal Body, physical attacks were like a gentle breeze. Even the most severe-looking injuries would regenerate instantly.
The scar-faced man glared fiercely at Kurozawa. Perhaps thinking Kurozawa was going to kill the relatives of this parasitic host, he didn't answer him, but instead used the act of shooting to express the hatred and fear in his heart.
Kurozawa's body flickered several times, and the ground around him was kicked up by bullets.
Immediately after, he raised his right hand, like a fully drawn bowstring, and whipped it towards the scar-faced man.
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
A series of blood spatters erupted from the scar-faced man's body.
His body trembled, and then he collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Even in death, he still tightly clutched his firearm, as if it was the only thing that could make him feel safe.
Afterward, Kurozawa said calmly, "Come out, no need to hide anymore."
Within the Fighting Spirit Domain, all hidden creatures had nowhere to hide. He had discovered an acquaintance who had been hiding nearby all along.
Ryoko Tamiya's figure emerged from the corner.
She sniffed the thick, almost tangible smell of blood, and a faint light seemed to flicker in her eyes.
"I thought you were strong, but I didn't think you were that strong."
"Goto is... he's nothing compared to that."
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