One-Sword Superman

It had not been long, yet Miyamoto Ichiro had never expected to encounter such a formidable opponent again. Yamashita Sakuraisen had already given him enough trouble before. Although his strength might have improved slightly since then, the burly Evil Spirit before him was no pushover either.

Judging from their first exchange alone, he had needed to use a Breathing Form just to block the guy's casual punch. That was enough to show just how terrifying the opponent's strength was.

The burly Evil Spirit lunged forward, stomping the ground and charging at Miyamoto Ichiro once more. Without hesitation, Miyamoto Ichiro tapped the ground with one foot and used the recoil to flash to the side, evading the Evil Spirit's fierce attack.

It was not as though he could not block that move head-on, but he would surely suffer considerable damage himself. This kind of injury-for-injury fighting style was not suitable for the current situation.

Demons possessed far greater regenerative abilities than humans. Even if he wounded his opponent, the wound would quickly heal, while he, with his human body, could never outlast an Evil Spirit.

Miyamoto Ichiro had to preserve as much of his stamina as possible in order to deal with any unexpected situations.

This was a battle of life and death, not child's play. Miyamoto Ichiro did not dare let his guard down in the slightest.

Seemingly enraged by Miyamoto's repeated evasions, the burly Evil Spirit stopped attacking and glared at Miyamoto Ichiro with scarlet demon eyes. "Despicable human, is running and hiding all you know how to do? Do you not dare fight me head-on?"

It was not as if Miyamoto Ichiro had never faced this before. How could such a low-grade, trashy provocation possibly work on him?

No matter how much this Evil Spirit clamored, Miyamoto Ichiro