Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 434, Section 431: Dragon and Wolf

"You've finally arrived, Kamikaze VI."

Ryujin Shinazugin slowly turned around, his expression calm and his smile amiable, like an old man sitting at the entrance of a courtyard, sipping tea and chatting.

If it weren't for the ambition and fervor that he couldn't hide in his eyes, who would believe that he was the culprit behind all this disaster?
"I thought this place would be heavily guarded, but I didn't expect it to be just a dying old man." Hong Zhongjin sneered, drawing his cleaver from his waist with a clang:

"Very well, if you, an old ghost who has lived for over a hundred years, are troubled about how to die, I can help you die a natural death."

Ryujin Shinazugin simply smiled faintly, his voice hoarse yet steady: "I expected you to come. As for the guards, no matter how many there are, they are no match for you."

"Oh~ So you still dare to wait for me here alone?" Hong Zhongjin raised an eyebrow and said, "Or are you saying that you, an old ghost who should have died long ago, are confident that you can defeat me?"

"Heh, perhaps~" Ryujin Shinazugin chuckled dryly. "If I hadn't mastered the science of the soul, I would have died decades ago. But do you think I could create the Kamikaze Immortals but be unable to control this power myself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly trembled, his skin began to turn red, his muscles bulged, and he became visibly stronger.

"Hiss-!"

He ripped open his kimono top, revealing a stunningly sculpted physique—skin as red as iron, explosive muscles, a chest throbbing like a pump, and dense veins... He hardly looked like an old man; he was clearly a white-haired, youthful-looking, and energetic old sage!
"As expected, I knew it wouldn't be that simple~" Hong Zhongjin sneered, ripped open his slings, plunged his greatsword into the ground, and held a decapitation blade in one hand and a bomb gun in the other.

"Unfortunately, no matter what you become, it won't change the fact that you're already halfway to your coffin! And tonight, I'll send you right into that coffin!"

"Kamikaze VI, I know what you seek, and I also know what that traitor Kagariya Otonashi, and others who are my enemies, seek." Ryujin Shinazugin's expression was solemn, and even his voice sounded much younger:

"You've come all this way not to chat with me—let's begin this duel as a warm-up before the arrival of Gensokyo."

Hong Zhongjin laughed arrogantly: "Warming up the atmosphere? You're so confident that you can defeat me all by yourself?"

Ryujin Shinazugin chuckled and opened his arms: "Don't worry, this old man doesn't mind giving my 'child' a chance to vent his emotions. But after you've vented, please obediently give up your unrealistic fantasies and don't cause this old man any more trouble~"

"You old devil, how dare you boast!" Hong Zhongjin brandished his sword and spear, poised to strike like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"I'll flush your Gensokyo and imperial dreams down the toilet for you too!"

Boom——!
A flash of lightning illuminated the observation deck in the clouds, where an extraordinary duel was taking place between [Red Center] and [Madman].

Hong Zhongjin raised an eyebrow, raised his explosive gun first, and fired three shots in quick succession—

boom! boom! boom!
Faced with gunfire powerful enough to blast a human body apart, Ryujin Shinazugin remained unmoved, silently closing his eyes.

The shotgun shells were about to hit, but were blocked by an invisible aura several feet away from Ryujin Shinazugin, and the bullets slowed down visibly.

"Slay!"

Ryujin Shinazugin suddenly opened his eyes, his right hand clenching in the air as if drawing a sword—even though he had no sword in his hand, the air instantly shattered the moment the movement was completed!
An invisible slashing wave shot out, instantly shattering the bullets and heading towards Hong Zhongjin!
Hong Zhongjin's face darkened, and he immediately dodged to the side, but a cut was still torn open on his left shoulder, and blood splattered out.

The sword energy struck the wall behind them, blasting a huge trench and sending dust and smoke flying everywhere.

"Heart Sword Intent Slash. This old ghost is actually a sword master comparable to the Celestial Realm." Hong Zhongjin snorted coldly, thinking to himself.

Legend has it that sword masters who reach the Grandmaster level can unleash sword energy to slay enemies in mid-air. Grandmasters who reach the Celestial Realm can even create swords with their thoughts, slaying enemies with their divine sense and killing without a trace!

Hong Zhongjin naturally didn't believe that this old ghost had cultivated to this level on his own, but even if the other party had borrowed the power of technology, it was still a genuine "Sword of Heaven and Man".

However, he will not back down from his path of "selflessness".

"All things return to emptiness; conceal your sharpness in action—"

Hong Zhongjin drew his cleaver with a backhand, slid forward close to the ground, the blade trailing a trail of crimson flames, and slashed straight at his opponent's lower body with a fierce and domineering attack.

Seeing this, Ryujin Shinazugin lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body soaring into the air like a crane, nimbly dodging the slash, and then smashing down with a punch, creating a loud bang.

clang--!
The fist slammed into the knife, producing a metallic clang and sending sparks flying!
The force of the opponent's punch traveled up the steel blade, and Hong Zhongjin felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, causing blood to spurt out.

Not only that, the force of the punch continued to spread upwards, causing his entire arm to go numb and his blood vessels to rupture one after another, resulting in small pools of blood appearing on the skin of his forearm.

"Good heavens!" Hong Zhongjin was shaken back five steps, each step leaving a small crater in the ground, which dissipated most of the force.

He could tell that the old man's fist technique resembled karate, but it contained a profound level of martial arts – hidden strength.

In the martial arts theory of the Yanhuang people, there are two types of strength: Ming Jin (manifest strength) and An Jin (hidden strength).

Ming Jin is a direct and straightforward attack, similar to an ox pushing a cart; the amount of force exerted determines the amount of power displayed.

Dark force, on the other hand, is an extremely mysterious and profound method of exerting power.

For example, Ryujin Shinazugin's punch, which seemed to have not exerted much force, actually used a clever technique to send all the power into his opponent's body.

If Hong Zhongjin did not dissipate the force in time, it would wreak havoc in his body, ravaging his internal organs, making him appear unharmed on the surface, but his internal organs would be rotten in large parts.

With this thought in mind, Hong Zhongjin finally recognized his opponent's skill level.

He had assumed the other party was just an old man in his eighties, whose physical body had been enhanced by soul science, reaching a level similar to the "Kamikaze Immortals".

Now it seems that he and everyone else underestimated him. This old ghost not only underwent an enhancement to the level of immortality, but also mastered many martial arts through technology, allowing him to reach a level comparable to a Celestial Master.

No wonder this old ghost was confident enough to wait for him here alone.

If it weren't for his own premonition and enlightenment through meditation, he would probably have already become his defeated opponent.

"Heh, hidden strength~ Very well, let's see if you can shake this!" Hong Zhongjin suddenly jumped back a few steps, pulled out the greatsword from the ground, dragged it with one hand, and attacked with a long string of sparks.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Zhongjin was right in front of his opponent, raising his heavy sword high, a sudden gust of wind rose, and he slashed down like Mount Tai pressing down.

boom! ! !
"Not bad, kid~" Ryujin Shinazugin immediately stepped back to dodge, but was still shaken by the aftershocks, his white hair flying wildly, his wide trousers rustling, and he slid nearly ten meters before finally stopping.

The blow missed, and the greatsword blasted a deep crater in the ground, sending splinters flying. But Hong Zhongjin did not stop. Instead, he used the momentum from the greatsword hitting the ground to launch himself into the air in a pole vaulting motion. He then swung the sword around in mid-air and brought it down again towards the location of Shinazugin Ryujin.

boom! ! !
Ryujin Shinazugin was clearly caught off guard by the "Wolf Jump Double Slash" move. A look of astonishment flashed across his old face as he tried to dodge to the side, but he was a beat too slow. His entire shoulder and arm were sliced ​​off, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Hong Zhongjin wanted to press his advantage, but suddenly, with a "plop" sound, blood and internal organs gushed out from the cut surface of Shinjiin Ryujin's wound, forming a bloody curtain that obscured the view.

Ryuma Shinji took the opportunity to retreat and create distance, appearing disheveled but remaining calm.

He chuckled and said, "I haven't shed blood for decades since the Second World War. It's quite a surprise that you, a young man, have broken my vow today."

He paused, his expression gradually darkening, and a murderous intent surfaced in his eyes: "However, this is also your greatest achievement in this life."

"Keep pretending, old ghost!" Hong Zhongjin naturally didn't give his opponent a chance to recover, drawing his sword again and launching a rapid attack:

"I can strike you once, and I can strike you a second time. You'd better obediently be pulverized by me!"

However, Ryujin's recovery speed was astonishingly fast. A dozen granulation tissues immediately gushed out from his wound, forming a new arm for him like an ever-evolving worm.

When Hong Zhongjin reached him, his severed arm had been mostly regenerated, with only the skin not yet fully covering it.

"Kamikaze VI, I must admit you're a respectable kid." Ryuuma Shinzō stepped aside, dodging two slashes aimed at his head.

"Given your strength and courage, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for me to call you a 'hero.' If you possess even greater ambitions, you will surely achieve great things. And I wouldn't mind working with you to conquer the world."

"Haha! Then I might as well kill you and take the whole world for myself!" Hong Zhongjin urged his divine power again, his attacks never stopping. He slashed with his sword, sometimes interspersed with fist and foot techniques, cunning, vicious and impossible to defend against.

"Heh~ If this is your answer, then I am truly disappointed." Ryujin Shinazugin used karate techniques to fight speed with speed, his bare hands displaying a force no less formidable than a golden sword:

"You should know that there is only one dragon!"

Hong Zhongjin laughed loudly, "You old ghost who has lived for a hundred years should know that wolves will never let go of their prey until they die!"

"That's why people can never truly understand each other." Ryujin Shinazugin sighed in disappointment, his hands suddenly shifting into a different stance!

Originally, he adopted a karate style—more accurately, a violent fighting style leaning towards Kyokushin karate, pursuing the principle of overcoming strength with strength and using violence to control violence.

In the blink of an eye, his body became supple, like a snake entering water.

He dodged a knife by half a step to the side, then immediately closed in, his hands climbing up Hong Zhongjin's forearm like vines.

Taking advantage of the opponent's unfinished move, Ryujin Shinji bent his knee, turned his waist, elbowed, and flipped over – a whole set of judo throws that flowed smoothly, directly slamming Kurenai Jin over his shoulder and slamming him to the ground!
boom--! !

The red embers crashed down like an iron ball, creating a crater half a meter deep in the ground. Debris flew everywhere, almost smashing through the entire load-bearing slab.

"Cough cough... Damn it." A low laugh, tinged with blood, echoed from within the dust cloud, sounding like a man seriously injured: "I should have known better. How could the mighty Yamato devils not know a thing or two about judo?!"

Ryuma Shinji pressed forward relentlessly, his hand gestures changing as if he were about to unleash another set of joint locks to finish off his opponent.

A glint flashed in Hong Zhongjin's eyes, and his internal energy suddenly circulated. In an instant, his limbs and bones relaxed to the extreme, becoming as formless as water.

"All Laws Return to Emptiness - Water Control Spell - "

With a twist of his body, his arms slid as if they had lost their joints, skillfully deflecting Ryuma's judo grappling technique.

The next second, their arms were intertwined, their elbows and knees tangled, like two four-legged pythons coiling and fighting.

Without the fierce clashes of fists, palms, elbows, and feet, their moves were subtle, poisonous, and deadly, each exchange a contest to see who could subdue and kill the other first.

After several rounds of fighting, Hong Zhongjin took advantage of the chaos to use the "Rolling Fist" technique, kicking Shinjiin Ryujin in the groin and then kicking his shin, knocking him to the ground.

"All things return to emptiness; the earth dragon roams—"

The two instantly entered a ground grappling mode, embracing each other, their limbs intertwined, their chests and backs pressed together, like two dragons rolling and fighting on the ground.

As they struggled on the ground, they tried to lock themselves in place, flip them over, elbow them, and lock their joints. The dull thuds of impact and the sound of their breathing echoed in the watchtower; every movement was a life-or-death struggle.

Finally, Ryujin Shinazugin prevailed, seizing the opportunity to pin Kurenai to the ground, locking his throat with his right arm and pressing his knee against Kurenai's chest, forming a naked choke, like a tiger pouncing on a deer, and it seemed the outcome was decided.

However, Hong Zhongjin gritted his teeth and, at the critical moment, decisively dislocated his shoulder, shifted his center of gravity, and elbowed Fushiin Ryujin in the ribs.

"Crack——!"

Ryūzō Shinzō had already suffered some rib injuries during the fight, and before he could fully recover, he took another blow, causing his strength to momentarily falter.

This tiny moment of error allowed Red Jhin to seize the opportunity to break free from the rear naked choke and turn around to smash his head into his opponent's chin.

"boom--!"

With a muffled thud of brains colliding, the two separated and kicked each other on the ground, completely widening the distance between them.

"Huff. You're not bad, old devil~" Hong Zhongjin took a breath and straightened his misaligned shoulder: "But your face is bleeding again~ Haha, this makeup suits you perfectly, you old devil!"

“Not bad.” Ryujin Shinazugin wiped the blood from his nose. His already sparse white hair was now a mess, resembling a bird's nest, and his face was extremely gloomy.
"A very enjoyable impromptu activity~ Kamikaze VI. Undeniably, you are the most promising member of the Kamikaze Immortals. If you can become an ally rather than an obstacle for me, that would be a great blessing in my life~"

Hong Zhongjin laughed wildly, "Hahaha! If you were to stand upside down and poop for three minutes right now, and then eat all of that poop, that would be one of the greatest joys of my life!"

"You're quite eloquent~" Ryujin Shinazugin's face was like a demon's, his eyes flashing with a cold light:
"I have given you enough kindness and tolerance—this warm-up act should end now."

[Click!]

The clock on the wall struck 11:00.

Ryujin Shinazugin slowly rose to his feet and said firmly:
"Let the salvation begin!"

(End of this chapter)