Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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His swordplay... had been seen through?!

Incredulous, Zatoichi took a deep breath, quickly retracted his sword strike, and raised his blade to block Ejima Iya's fist.

But, it's too late.

After unleashing two such extraordinary sword techniques in succession, Zatoichi's new strength was not yet generated.

The fist, enveloped in blue light, slammed hard into the side of Zatoichi's hastily retracted sword.

The impact was so great that even though Zatoichi gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, he still felt a sharp pain in his hands and feet. He staggered back several steps and plopped back into the car.

Terrified, he suddenly realized that the power possessed by the bone tengu before him, although not from the crown, was still far greater than he had expected.

He swung his sword horizontally, forcing Ejima Izai back. His slender body, as agile as a monkey, leaped out of the vehicle again, gripped the sword with both hands, and unleashed a kesa slash.

Ejima Izai used brute force to overcome skill, directly extending his body and countering with a right hook.

Intense bursts of light erupted, blue radiance colliding with metal, producing a resounding clang of metal striking metal.

The fist struck the blade in the hardest and most direct way.

The two separated immediately after their attack. Zatoichi then noticed that the blue light that had previously burst forth was now transforming into tiny arcs of light that danced erratically in the air.

Until the light faded and it slowly disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a sigh of relief amidst the soft, cold rain.

Zatoichi seemed to understand something, and with a flick of his long sword, rainwater fell down the blade.

"I see... A tengu that uses vengeful spirits as its power. You have so many souls on you, no wonder you're called Bone Tengu." Zatoichi revealed a sinister smile: "But no matter what, the number of vengeful spirits will eventually come to an end. Bone Tengu, one day, I will cut off your head."

Does this mean you don't want to fight anymore?

Jiangdao Yizai sensed the retreat in his words, scoffed, and stood there with his arms crossed: "That's all?"

"They came to our door spouting nonsense, and then tried to run away as soon as they realized they couldn't win?"

"wishful thinking!"

Ejima Iya stomped heavily on the ground, and as the concrete floor cracked, he was enveloped in light and kicked towards Zatoichi.

This kick was probably hit by a high-speed car.

No different from a moving car, a heavy frontal kick is simply impossible to block head-on. Zatoichi's eyes widened, and he quickly retreated.

The golden crown on his head flashed by, and his body twisted and turned in an extremely strange way, like a grotesque snake, as he dodged away.

Ejima Iya's kick landed squarely on the rear of the black sedan. With a loud thud, half of the rear of the car was dented. Steel was as fragile as cardboard in the face of this kick.

The shattered metal fell to the ground, the loud crash still echoing in the rain.

"Drive!" Zatoichi roared hoarsely, scrambling onto the roof of the car with both hands and feet.

Although the trunk was damaged by Ejima Iya's kicks, the main body of the car was still intact, and the black-suited man, who was already prepared, started the vehicle instantly.

"No... wait, wait a minute!" Jiangdao Yizai tried to dissuade him.

His foot is still stuck in the car!

Ejima Iya's right leg was kicked all the way up to his thigh into the car, and it was now stuck in the trunk and difficult to pull out.

Without a word, Zatoichi crouched down and stepped forward, slashing vertically with his long sword at Ejima Iya's right leg.

With a crisp "clang!", Zatoichi's sword collided with the blue light again, but was sent flying.

Seeing the obvious nicks in the blade, Zatoichi was filled with anguish.

High attack and high defense, and can also use large-scale magic... What kind of boss template is this?

How could such a powerful monster be born in modern times?

The man in the suit slammed on the gas, and the car's speed instantly soared, transforming into a ferocious beast that broke through the rain curtain, with the engine roaring deafeningly.

"No, hey, hey! Don't go!" Jiangdao Yizai was completely unaware that he was being slashed. The car had already started moving, but he couldn't pull his legs out. He could only be carried along, barely keeping up by hopping on his left foot.

"Tch..." Zatoichi cursed, wiped the rain off his face, and then drew his sword again. His old arm showed strong muscle lines, and the glint of the sword appeared again in the rain.

Ejima Izai raised his hands again, his hands becoming afterimages, blue light mixed with whispers, as if countless vengeful spirits were awakening in an instant, murmuring in the dim world.

The crisp, tinkling sound rang out continuously, and countless eerie blue lights emanated, almost obscuring the two people's vision.

"Hahahaha..." Ejima Izai laughed wildly in the wind: "It can't break through the defense at all, it can't break through... I'll surpass it!"

He suddenly felt his body tilt to the side, and his right leg was free again!

But... the car is moving right now!

He looked down and was shocked to find that Zatoichi had somehow managed to cut off the piece of metal that was wedging his leg, all under the cover of the flashing blades!

Caught off guard, Ejima Izai tumbled headfirst to the ground with a thud, rolling several times.

Zatoichi crouched on the roof of the car, closed his eyes, and watched as the snow-white knight disappeared into the dark rain before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He could certainly use the power of the crown to fight Ejima Izai to the death, but it would be unwise to fight to the death like that before he had figured out the limits of Ejima Izai's power.

Chapter 278 Piercing the Soul

The vehicle was driving in the rain, but in the distance, the rain was gradually thinning, and the city in the distance could even be seen bathed in sunlight.

It's like... escaping a nightmare.

Zatoichi sensed the car beneath him. The rear door and trunk were gone, and the car was in a terrible state. Fortunately, the briefcase in the back seat was intact; that was his most important find from his trip to Tokyo.

"Lord Zatoichi, it seems he's shaken him off," the man in the black suit said.

Zatoichi was about to nod when he suddenly looked behind him. Through the rain, something seemed to be moving forward.

Something was silently approaching. In his perception, he could sense a colossal object whose edges were blurred, as if it were merging into the rain.

"He's catching up!" Zatoichi whispered.

In the middle of the street behind, a figure in a mix of snow-white and dark blue slowly emerged. The figure moved in the very center of the street, overtaking all the vehicles that had been overtaken by the black sedan.

The figure rode the wind and stepped on the raindrops, as light as a cloud. Behind him, wisps of illusory blue light fluttered like wings.

Zatoichi suddenly realized.

Tengu... Tengu, Tengu itself is a synonym for strong winds and severe weather, and most importantly, they can fly!

Although Ejima Iya was not flying at this time, he ran as if his feet were not touching the ground, and he was incredibly light.

He had already caught up with us, parting the rain curtain!

"Hahahaha...!" A loud laugh came from the rain. Ejima Iya gradually approached the black sedan and extended a middle finger at Zatoichi: "Old man, your mode of transportation is the most useless!"

The arc of light behind him spun, propelling him into the air as he leaped towards Zatoichi on the roof of the vehicle.

Left with no other choice, Zatoichi drew his long sword again and engaged in a fierce battle with the attacking Ejima Isamu.

The vengeful spirits were howling, and the ear-piercing screams that ordinary people could not hear kept pouring into Zatoichi's mind, making him extremely disturbed, and even the sword in his hand slowed down a lot.

On the other hand, Ejima Izai, after awakening, had hardly fought at full strength. Now, he fought with increasing ferocity, and the vengeful spirits within him were constantly being activated. The arcs of light surrounding his body even began to transform into tiny skulls.

Every skull

Even the head is making its own voice, becoming Ejima Iya's eyes and ears and source of strength, constantly supporting his battle.

Fighting, fighting... Perhaps inspired by Dou Tang's battles, Ejima Iya's fighting style is quite simple and brutal. Utilizing the intelligence advantage brought by the vengeful spirits, he can always block Zatoichi's sword strikes with his fists just as Zatoichi draws his sword.

Subsequently, relying on the powerful defense provided by the vengeful spirit, he repeatedly and forcefully blocked Zatoichi's attacks.

He stood steadily on the car, the eerie blue sparks from his fist leaving thin, visible trails behind him, like the footprints of a ghost flying through the air.

Zatoichi, panting, still seemed unwilling to accept his defeat and stubbornly attacked Ejima Izai again and again with his long sword.

Fighting on a moving car was an experience Zatoichi had never had before. He wasn't standing on the ground, but on the constantly swaying, fragile roof of the car, which was a huge test of his footing.

Compared to Zatoichi, Ejima Iya was much less capable. Zatoichi seized the opportunity to kick him off the train several times, but he would then catch up with him and jump back on using his own strength.

You can't kill it by hitting it, and you can't shake it off; it's absolutely disgusting.

For the first time since its inception, Zatoichi felt the frailty of an old man.

"A troublesome fellow..."

"Hey, what did you say?" Ejima Iya reached out and brushed aside Zatoichi's sword, then threw a punch, which was unsurprisingly blocked. He kept talking, "I heard you clearly. You said I'm troublesome?"

"You come to my territory to provoke me, and then say I'm difficult to deal with. You old man, you really have no respect for your age. I get it, you're the kind of guy who takes advantage of your age to bully young people when you're out and about, aren't you?"

"How could this be!" Zatoichi exclaimed in exasperation. "I, an old man, uphold the code of conduct befitting a samurai!"

"But don't I also have good professional ethics?" Jiangdao Yizai spread his hands: "Don't make yourself look so innocent."

"As the school doctor, I have always taken it upon myself to protect the students. You have come to the school gate to mock us. For the sake of peace and harmony on campus, I, the school doctor, am going to fight on behalf of the school to eradicate the evil spirits and create a harmonious world for the campus and countless students!"

I can't take it anymore...

Zatoichi was already losing his temper. His tightly closed eyes were filled with an irrepressible golden light as he desperately wanted to summon the Crown and fight Ejima Iya to his heart's content.

But his last shred of reason held him back. After all, if he summoned the crown now, many evil spirits might sense it, and the battle between the evil spirits would escalate into a battle between the crown holders, which was not what Kashima Yoshizo wanted to see.

Just then, the man in the black suit suddenly said, "We're about to rush out of the downpour!"

Zatoichi then noticed that the area around them had become much brighter, and the torrential rain had gradually turned into a drizzle. The two were about to leave the rainy area!

And even now, Ejima Iza has stopped calling for wind and rain!

...Could his abilities be related to wind and rain?

Having made up his mind to end this protracted struggle once and for all, Zatoichi gripped his sword with both hands and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Drink!"

The figure of Ejima Iya was reflected in his dim eyes.

Zatoichi's roar was deafening. This time, his swordsmanship became strange and unpredictable. After lowering his center of gravity, he suddenly passed under Ejima Iya's swinging punch like a nimble monkey.

"Eh..." Jiangdao Yizai was extremely surprised. Just a moment ago, when he was staring at those dark eyes, the vengeful spirit in his body seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to speak and remind him.

It was as if... in the instant he gazed into those eyes, he suddenly transformed into a samurai, engaging in a duel with Zatoichi that no one else could interfere with.

In the next instant, Zatoichi rushed into his arms, thrusting his long sword through Ejima Iya's chest.

To be precise, it pierced the gap between the clothing and the ribs and got stuck inside the bones.

But Zatoichi didn't seem to have any intention of sheathing his sword. He simply pressed his palm against the end of the hilt and pushed it forward!

Jiangdao Yizai was pushed off the speeding car and landed heavily on the ground. The long sword that had pierced through his chest clanged against the ground as he rolled over.

Then came a piercing pain, as if it were stabbing into the soul, emanating from his chest, which was now devoid of flesh and blood.

Chapter 279 What a wonderful life!

He was a swordsman, a knife-wielder, yet he abandoned his own weapon.

He transforms all the resentment in his body into potent poison, infuses it into his weapon, and plunges it into the enemy's body, completing a skill akin to sacrificing his life for revenge.

This is a skill rooted in its essence. The story of Zatoichi is itself a tale of a blind swordsman seeking revenge with a sacrificial attitude.

It transformed into a vicious venom of resentment, into tangible killing intent, and into a brutal sword technique that took solid form.

Abandoning swords means the end of the battle.

Seeing that Ejima Izai was far behind and confirming that the guy had no energy left to catch up, the black sedan finally drove out of the rain.

It was like stepping into another world.

As the warm sunlight fell, the dark sky disappeared.

"call……"

Zatoichi slumped on the roof of the car, basking in the warm light of the high sun. He let out a long breath, then smiled with a hint of satisfaction: "Hahaha... So that's how it is. This is the Association's reliance, such a powerful great youkai!"

"What a...surprise! If I didn't have a mission to complete, I would love to use the power of the Crown to fight him to the death."

Zatoichi unsheathed his sword and used it as a crutch, then grabbed the edge of the roof and flipped over to climb into the back seat of the vehicle.

"Keep driving, find a place to switch vehicles." Zatoichi rubbed the hilt of his sword with a hint of heartache: "This time we really... suffered a huge loss."

"I got such a good knife, but before I could even get used to it, it broke."

The black sedan drove away, completely oblivious to the strange looks from passersby.

Meanwhile, Ejima Iya, who was caught in the heavy rain, was still struggling on the ground.

The blade is merely a vessel; the true killing intent is hidden within it. After piercing Ejima Izai's body, it is released from the steel and rampages beneath the sheath.

"Heh, heh..." Jiangdao Yizai lay prostrate on the ground. Although he was no longer flesh and blood, he could still feel a suffocating pain coming from his body.

Zatoichi's fierce killing intent and poison coursed through his body, gnawing at the eerie blue light on Ejima Izayoi's bones like thin snakes. Although it didn't cause much serious damage, the key was... infiltration and erosion.