I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 117 - 84. Your knife is very good, but now it is mine. _2
Chapter 117: 84. Your knife is very good, but now it is mine. _2
The Dark Crow couldn’t be bothered to deal with this guy.
Maintaining a literary pose of gazing at the sky, his eyes were somewhat blank, somewhat sad. While contemplating how much of the young master’s charm he projected, he also pondered ways to persuade the young master to dispatch troops to Yingyan Mountain.
The stormy wind stirred the rain, causing the leaves to rustle slightly.
The inspector realized this situation was beyond his capability to handle, so he quickly made phone calls to Section 9 and the Onmyo-ryo, then sensibly hid inside the car to avoid the rain.
This delay dragged on for almost fifteen minutes.
Three riot police vehicles charged through the rainstorms, screeching to a halt. Three teams of armed Section 9 agents emerged from the cars with a grim aura, aiming their guns at the main entrance.
Behind them, a black Alphard slowly arrived.
The Palace Master from Yoshiwara Shrine, along with four priests, alighted from the vehicle, looking sternly at the gate.
A tengu of lieutenant rank, if mishandled, could cause major chaos. Everyone present, from the ordinary police officers to the Section 9 agents and the priests from Yoshiwara Shrine, felt tense and maintained serious expressions.
However...
The tengu suddenly yawned.
Then, with a sleepy yet approachable smile, he greeted everyone, "Wow, so many people here? I’m really sorry for disturbing you. I just forgot my umbrella today and was taking shelter from the rain here. I’ll be off now, bye-bye~~"
With that, the tengu transformed into a crow and flew away.
Leaving everyone dumbfounded, standing in the rain.
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Inside the Buddhist temple.
A bald figure lunged down fiercely.
Fujiwara Reya shot a punch into his abdomen, halting his momentum in mid-air, and then after he landed, Fujiwara executed a forceful over-the-shoulder throw.
A sharp "snap" sound followed.
The bald man smashed onto the windowsill, shattering the entire window, and tumbled out into the courtyard, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
In the blink of an eye, Fujiwara Reya’s peripheral vision caught a glint of cold steel.
This slash came at a cunning angle, as if it had been meticulously planned before suddenly launching. Yet, Fujiwara Reya raised his hand, blocking the blade with his arm.
"Clang~"
The sound of metal clashing rang out. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
The attacker, gaping in surprise, looked like he could fit a pair of duck eggs in his mouth.
The entire Buddhist temple fell into an instant stillness.
The bald men and guests were all silent, not a sound was heard.
Kasahara Fumi frowned, closely inspecting Fujiwara Reya’s arm that had been struck by the blade, noting no demonic power fluctuations, nor any divine power. It had purely relied on the robustness of his flesh to withstand the slash of a sharp blade.
Even the ultimate strength of a human couldn’t achieve this.
Thus, he’s definitely not human... With this thought, Kasahara Fumi’s suspicion of him deepened.
Not far away, Kawashima Miki looked away with a flushed face, as if reminded of something embarrassing, grumbling in dissatisfaction, "Let me bite once more, I refuse to believe I can’t bite through..."
Come to think of it.
This kid likes to show off, a story of challenging an entire Extreme Organization single-handedly would surely attract the attention of many young girls.
Hmph!
Damn man!
Taking advantage of me so much, I’ll definitely make you pay back with interest.
Kawashima Miki plotted her revenge scheme in her heart and at a passionate thought, discreetly flicked her tongue over her lips.
"You, you’re not human!" Tsuchiya Kazuma was completely hysterical, roaring like a beast, "You’re dead, you’re dead today, the Onmyo-ryo won’t let you off!"
"Heh~"
Fujiwara Reya sneered.
He paid no mind to the stares around him, sharp as blades or cold as ice. He continued his leisurely footsteps, as if strolling through a playground, closing in on Tsuchiya Kazuma.
At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear.
Though he had taken down dozens of people within minutes, he felt no excitement, rather an unprecedented calmness.
Today’s beatdown wasn’t just about venting.
Since they forced his hand to use divine power against ordinary people, he might as well take on a hundred to show them that even without divine power, he wasn’t someone ordinary people could contend with. No matter how many they brought, it wouldn’t be effective.
Once the idea of using ordinary people as the vanguard was killed, they would be left with no choice but to use spiritual methods.
Fujiwara Reya desired this scenario.
Fighting regular people, he would feel restrained, potentially killing them with one misstep would invite trouble from the police.
As for monsters, nobody cared how many he killed.
It would be best if he could provoke the new boss into making a bold declaration to summon his forces for revenge tonight; then Fujiwara could come with Gouzi overnight, giving them a big surprise.
Waiting for the enemy to establish roots in Tokyo and grow strong before challenging him?
Fujiwara Reya would never do something so foolish.
He would strike when the enemy’s foothold was unstable, leaving them no chance to regroup.
Additionally, Asakusa Shrine just needed such a stepping stone to take the first step toward rebuilding its glory.
With this in mind, Fujiwara Reya advanced on Tsuchiya Kazuma step by step, shouting, "Are you ready for a beating?"
"Kisama!"
Tsuchiya Kazuma roared viciously, evidently enraged as well.
Outside the window, lightning crackled and thunder roared.
The window frame trembled slightly, causing the chandelier in the room to sway, fluttering dust fell elegantly.
"Bring me a sword!"
Tsuchiya Kazuma shouted aloud.
Immediately, someone came forward holding a sword and handed it to him, the scabbard slender, a standard long tachi.
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