I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 169: He deserves to be beaten._3

Nor would I let my mother’s Asakusa Shrine be humiliated by others.

"Futa!" Chief Priest Fujishima’s heart sank, he shouted: "Return to your place!"

Fujishima Futa had just turned around when a hand rested on his shoulder.

He turned his head, and what came into view was a friendly smiling face.

"Don’t be in such a hurry to leave," the smile said amiably, "since you like talking about rules, why not discuss them a bit more."

"How do you want to discuss it?" Fujishima Futa sneered.

"I’m a director, right?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

Fujishima Futa said mockingly: "You won’t be for long."

"But right now I still am, aren’t I?"

"So what if you are?"

"Since I am, I have the right to stand here." Fujiwara Reya smiled lightly, meeting his gaze, "And you? What is your status? What right do you have to stand up and speak? What right do you have to stand up from the audience and accuse a director?"

The questioning voice clearly reached everyone’s ears.

The mocking smile on Fujishima Futa’s face instantly froze, and his hand trembled slightly. But in the end, he did not show any fear, instead, he looked at Fujiwara Reya seriously and somewhat fiercely: "Oh? Do you have an opinion?"

The atmosphere on the rainy morning, in the main hall, with five to six thousand people watching, had a confrontational tension.

"Of course!"

"Please enlighten me!"

"I don’t like the way you speak."

"I speak bluntly, if it offends you, just bear with it."

"I tend to strike hard, if I hurt you, bear with it too."

An absurd feeling spread in Fujishima Futa’s heart, he looked at Fujiwara Reya, unable to organize his thoughts for a moment, then took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You want to hit me?"

"Of course!"

Under the swaying lamplight, Fujiwara Reya raised his fist and casually threw a punch at his face!

A plain punch, nothing special, just with a bit of wind-breaking sound, from an outsider’s perspective, it might just seem like kids brawling.

Only Fujishima Futa, facing the fist, could feel the terror within.

His eye twitched slightly, a fear surged from the bottom of his heart, the kind of fear where nightmares come true. Moreover, Fujishima Futa was a bit bewildered, things shouldn’t have turned out this way according to his expectations, Fujiwara Reya should at most argue with him, not throw a punch so casually.

In haste, Fujishima Futa mustered all his Divine Power and punched back at Fujiwara Reya.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, exploding with a loud thunderous sound.

Instantly, blood oozed from the corner of Fujishima Futa’s mouth, his gaze and aura deflated.

At this moment, his feet sunk deep into the wooden floor, his clothes torn by the wind of the punch, showing complete signs of defeat.

"Block me again!" Fujiwara Reya smiled gently, increased his force from one-tenth to two-tenths, and his fist advanced, crushing his defense!

With a "crack" sound.

The terrifying force directly lifted Fujishima Futa off the ground.

Spewing blood, he flew backwards, crashing into the audience seats, stirring up dust. He struggled to get up again, but after a few motions, he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Several young onlookers nearby peered down.

Fujishima Futa’s right arm, used to punch earlier, now lay limply on the ground, twisted like a snake, the bones obviously shattered.

The atmosphere in the area fell silent.

Then, countless young people started whispering, their gazes towards the center of the hall showed a bit of fear.

Fujiwara Reya took out a handkerchief, wiping his left fist carefully as if cleaning something dirty.

The punch earlier was very satisfying, he even wanted to go up and punch again, but with so many people watching, it wasn’t appropriate. Later, he would have Dark Crow send some men to follow him and break his other arm too.

"...You!" Chief Priest Fujishima’s face turned pale, his body trembled with anger, and a moment later, his face turned an unusual flush.

Kasahara Asuka looked at him.

Then, the little witch reached her right hand into her sleeve, grasping a defensive Spiritual Artifact.

"Absurd!" Chief Priest Fujishima’s hands, hanging by his side, raised slightly, rebuking Fujiwara Reya: "We are all colleagues, how could you be so heavy-handed, truly vicious and cruel!"

"He deserved it." Fujiwara Reya said blandly, then added, "If Inari Shrine is full of people like this, it might as well close early and give the place to another shrine."

Not deliberately raising his volume to rebut, nor showing any excitement, his tone was calm as if stating a truth, like 1+1=2, known by everyone.

These few words immediately changed the expressions on everyone’s faces in the entire hall.

Unlike the prior squabbles among the youths, now Fujiwara Reya was directly confronting the elders, engaging in a direct clash with a senior director, and at this moment, the hall was truly eerily silent, the atmosphere nearly solidified.

Chief Priest Fujishima’s face turned extremely bleak, a frostiness evident between his brows.

"Our Inari Shrine, with a millennium heritage, thirty thousand branches across the nation, worshipped by all, has made countless contributions to justice in the world." His opening immediately used the background to suppress everyone in the room, "I never thought we’d be publicly humiliated by a kid today. If the directors do not intervene, then I will have to take action myself."

A blue glow faintly appeared.

A surge of Divine Power burst forth, spanning a distance of over ten meters, trapping Fujiwara Reya in an instant.

Feeling the terrifying aura surrounding him, Fujiwara Reya compared it in his mind, about the same as the Half-step Demon King he killed last night.

Standing beside him, Kasahara Asuka also felt this Divine Power’s pressure, knowing she was far from being a match. But, relying on the fact that her mother was seated on the high platform, the little witch’s face turned cold, and she angrily cursed: "You old thing! Planning to bully the younger generation, have you no shame!"

The hall was already very quiet.

The second lady of the Kasahara family’s words carried an exceptionally lethal force.

Chief Priest Fujishima felt a heat rising in his throat, nearly spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.

His expression was very displeasing.

Of course, his face had never been good since Fujiwara Reya stepped into the hall.

Across a distance of more than ten meters, he stared at Fujiwara Reya, flames rolling in his eyes. At this point, whether to restore Inari Shrine’s reputation or his dignity, he had to do something.

Even though this was the Council Hall.

Even though he couldn’t directly kill Fujiwara Reya.

But being a person of stature, Chief Priest Fujishima felt he had to do something regardless.

Thus, he stretched out his hand, quickly forming a seal, a fierce Divine Power roaring towards Fujiwara Reya’s head.

Only this way.

Could he somewhat alleviate the resentment in his heart, and leave a sufficiently deep impression on this arrogant youth.

On the high platform, among the directors who were watching, Mrs. Kasahara lightly waved her sleeves, seemingly intending to intervene now.

However, in the next second, she abruptly calmed down.

Not because she found it troublesome and didn’t want to act, but because someone acted even faster than her.

In the adjacent seat, the Tsuchimikado Family Head clapped his hand.

An even purer and more powerful Divine Power burst forth, its momentum as explosive as lightning, causing the air to ring with a harsh thunderous sound.

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