Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 451, Chapter 448: Heaven and Earth Have No Regrets
Boom! Boom—!! Crack—!!
Beneath Tokyo Tower, flames raged as two bizarre figures engaged in a fierce battle. The streets along the way crumbled like clay sculptures under the violent energy, and everything was instantly reduced to dust as if being rolled into a meat grinder.

Crimson Ember Fist rained down like fire, his figure swift and agile, each strike leaving a charred, deep crater in Undying Inuyasha Ryujin's body. Before the blood could even gush out, the wounds were already scorched dry by the intense flames, filling the air with a burnt stench.

In contrast, Ryujin Shinazugin, though slowed by the maggot tail, relied on his six arms to unleash a relentless barrage of attacks. Each strike was imbued with sword energy, carving countless deep, bone-revealing gashes into Kurenai Jin's body.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows!

The force transformed into a raging wind, and blood scattered like flowers. In this terrifying clash that was difficult to see with ordinary eyes, they died, they lived, their killing intent intertwined, and their flesh and blood mingled!
Unbeknownst to them, the battle had spread to a street where a large crowd had gathered.

Hundreds of people held up protest signs. They were perhaps stunned, or perhaps they never expected the fighting to reach this place, for not a single person fled.

At this moment, both sides were showing signs of fatigue—Ryujin Shinazugin's body was covered in festering sores and pus, and his face had returned to its wrinkled and aged appearance; Crimson King's body was covered in restless lava cracks, as if magma would burst out of his body at any moment.

"Ah, soul, soul!" Ryujin Shinazugin suddenly turned his head to look at the crowd, his eyes glowing red.

He desperately needs power; he needs more soul!

With all six arms outstretched, Ryujin Shinazugin, dragging his maggot-like tail, charged wildly towards the crowd!
"Aaaaaah!!" Screams erupted one after another. Only then did people think of escaping, but in their panic, they began to trample each other.

Hong Zhongjin frowned slightly, took a step forward, and dashed off in pursuit.

However, Ryujin of the Immortal Intent had planned this all along. The fat maggot tail suddenly burst open, and green, yellow, and red fluids gushed out like a tsunami, sweeping towards the red embers.

"Ha, maggots are maggots!" Hong Zhongjin had no choice but to stop and circulate his internal energy. A burst of scorching true energy erupted from his body, instantly dispersing the slurry.

The liquid spilled, instantly corroding the cement floor and creating deep pits, while white smoke billowed into the sky.

After dealing with the maggots, Hong Zhongjin once again used his teleportation ability to chase after them.

However, this delay allowed Ryujin Shinazuma to burst into the crowd, grab a passerby, and open his bloody mouth wide—

"Crunch. Crunch, gurgle!!"

Accompanied by horrifying chewing sounds, the screams from the crowd grew increasingly agonizing. Passersby had their heads gnawed off one after another, their bodies tossed onto the street like rag dolls.

"Hey, that's enough!" Hong Zhongjin roared, his fists burning with flames as he charged forward.

Unexpectedly, Ryuma Fushiin chuckled sinisterly, casually grabbed a little girl by the neck, and used her as a shield in front of him:

"Hehe, P01! Move again and he's dead!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Zhongjin paused in his tracks, his eyes blazing.

"Hahaha! You heroes are all the same!" Ryuuma's grin stretched almost to his ears.

"In the end, you self-proclaimed heroes are all idiots—you can't save anyone! Hahaha!!"

Ryuma Shinji has always disliked "hero" movies—in these stories, powerful figures who are originally incredibly strong become timid and hesitant because of the hostages held by the villains, and even willingly surrender, putting themselves in dire straits.

Isn't the real world the same? If a criminal commits a crime in the street, the police will quickly subdue him; however, if a criminal takes hostages, the police have no choice but to patiently stand their ground, or even let the criminal escape, just in exchange for a promise to spare the hostages.

Yes, this is the traditional definition of a "hero." He held it in utter contempt!

In Ryuma's eyes, Crimson King was such a foolish hero. He would exploit his foolishness and use him as a hostage to force him to submit!
He sneered inwardly and tightened his grip. The little girl struggled even more painfully, looking at Hong Zhongjin with tearful eyes.

"Listen, P01!" Ryujin Shinazugin arrogantly threatened.

"You wretched dog, kneel down and surrender now, and dissipate the energy within your body, and I will spare this child—"

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils constricted to pinpoints, as if he had seen something utterly terrifying.

"This move is really hard to control. It needs improvement." Suddenly, crackling lightning flashed around Hong Zhongjin's body, and flames shot out from his chest, transforming him into a ferocious beast of thunder and fire.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Zhongjin shifted his feet and appeared in front of Fushiin Ryujin!

"Thunder and Fire Transformation!!"

Ryujin Shinazugin was horrified and grabbed the little girl, holding her in front of him: "Are you crazy? Stop! She'll die—"

Hong Zhongjin, however, had a resolute expression and threw a punch.

boom! !

The powerful punch, a fusion of lightning and fire, pierced through the heads of both the little girl and Ryujin Shinazugin, causing them to explode and spray blood mist into the sky.

"Die, you maggot!" Hong Zhongjin's Thunderfire Iron Fist came down like a sudden rain, beating his opponent until blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air.

"You vile dog, you've gone mad!!!" Ryujin Shinazugin hastily used his six arms to fight back, his head barely managing to regain its basic shape:
"You dare kill her? Hahaha, you vile dog, you dare call yourself a hero! Heroes don't kill innocent people! What's the difference between you and me? You're a brutal serial killer too! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

"This killing is your fault, what does it have to do with me?" Hong Zhongjin replied calmly, only increasing the force of his punches and kicks.
"Only a despicable beast like you would use a child as a blackmail, and if I were to grant your wish, I would be betraying the wishes of all living beings!"

"From the moment you used her as a hostage and a shield, she was already dead because of you. And all I can do is avenge her, repay her pain tenfold, a hundredfold, even a thousandfold to you!!"

"Sophistry! Unreasonable arguments!" Ryujin Shinazugin roared with laughter. "You're just like me! We're both monsters! We're all the same!!! Hahaha!!!"

"Fine, I told you maggots don't understand human speech. Even if they become spirits, all they'll do is smear their excrement on others." Hong Zhongjin scoffed, retorting sarcastically.

"But this is also a lesson. To prevent you from harming innocent people again and to stop you from playing any more pointless tricks, we'll fight from the sky!"

Hong Zhongjin pressed down and flashed in front of Fushiin Ryujin, kicking straight up towards his jaw.

"Chaotian Palace!!"

Hong Zhongjin spun around and unleashed a series of flying kicks, sending Fushiin Ryujin flying into the air. He followed closely behind, traversing the sky. The two continued their battle in the sky. For a moment, countless wondrous sights appeared in the heavens—

Fire and meteors flew, lightning flashed and thunder roared, fierce winds howled, sword energy crisscrossed, clouds and mist shattered, and the sky wailed!
After an unknown period of fighting, the two transformed into shooting stars and fell back to the top of Tokyo Tower.

Boom——!
Boom——!
Ryujin Shinazugin's enormous body crashed onto the watchtower, his body covered in festering sores and oozing thick fluid, indicating that he was at his last gasp.

Hong Zhongjin fell to his knees, his condition far from good. Blood gushed from every pore, and scalding yellow liquid spewed from the lava cracks on his body.

"Is this... almost at the limit?" Hong Zhong looked at his trembling hands and smiled bitterly.

Despite being an immortal living corpse, his body was on the verge of collapse after bearing so much willpower.

Perhaps there really are beings like Jesus, Buddha, and Lao Tzu in this world. They bear countless wishes in their mortal bodies and become "gods" who bring about miracles.

Unfortunately, Crimson Ember was not such a chosen one. He was just an ordinary man—a cursed and pitiful one.

He was merely swept up by the times and chosen by the masses, forced to become a "false god" to save the world.

Fortunately, his opponent was also a "false god".

"Tick-tock—!"

The clock on the wall still stands tall, its hands pointing to 11:59.

There is one minute left until the scheduled start time of the sacrifice.
Hong Zhongjin knew his body had reached its limit. To defeat his opponent, victory lay in—the next move!
Coincidentally, Ryujin Shinazugin had the same idea.

The two men rose one after the other, gathering their last strength.

"Eeeah!!!" Ryuma Shinsei shouted and attacked first!

"My ideals, my great cause, my perseverance. I will never be defeated here! You cannot stop me, and no one can stop the Yamato Empire!!"

"You wretched dog, you street urchin!! I'll defeat you with this move—"

"Tens of thousands of proverbs!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge phantom image seemed to appear behind him: wearing a battle robe, carrying a naginata on his shoulder, with fierce and angry eyes.

That is Izanagi, the father god in Yamato mythology who was responsible for creating the world and establishing the country!
Ryujin Shinazuma's six arms transformed into countless afterimages, unleashing thousands upon thousands of attacks in an instant. Each arm was imbued with terrifying true energy, sometimes transforming into arrows that pierced through everything, sometimes into swords that severed everything—

Faced with this relentless onslaught, Hong Zhongjin stood still, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

In an instant, countless memories and thoughts flashed through his mind again—those that belonged to him, and those that did not.

In the end, only two people appeared in his consciousness—Chen Jiuzhou and Jiuzhou Cheng.

They were smiling and raising their fists at themselves, saying nothing.

"Don't worry, brothers~" Hong Zhongjin smiled gently, raising his fists to bump against theirs:

"We'll bring him here right away!"

He slowly opened his eyes; Ryuma Shinsei's ultimate killing move was imminent.

He simply raised both arms and clenched his fists to gather strength.

The world is a vast expanse of white, but the spring breeze brings it back to life. This world is truly colorful and diverse, inspiring both love and hate, and making people linger and reluctant to leave.

The life of Crimson Ash is as short as a firefly, yet longer than that of an ancient tree.

In this journey filled with both pain and joy, his realization can be summed up in two words—no regrets.

Do you believe in Gensokyo?
"Yes": □□□□□□□□□□
"Not needed": ■■■■■■■■■■
"Let's go, with our last strength, with our ultimate martial art."

Behind Crimson Ash, countless stars emerged, forming a boundless and dazzling Milky Way.

Enveloped in lightning and fire, his eyes blazing with fury, he took a heavy step forward and unleashed a simultaneous punch from both fists—

"I have no regrets, Heaven and Earth!!!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The two forces collided with their final, all-out power, like tens of thousands of lightning bolts exploding simultaneously, instantly darkening the sky and turning the world upside down, as if Tokyo had fallen into the apocalypse!
Countless people suffered temporary blindness, ear pain, or even fainting. Even the camera equipment attempting to capture this spectacular scene was disrupted by the aftershocks and malfunctioned.

After an unknown amount of time, the aftershocks of the energy clash gradually dissipated, and the world returned to silence once more.

A figure slowly emerged from the top of Tokyo Tower.

The figure was old and withered, trembling and thin, yet his eyes still held arrogance—

"It's him!"

Ryujin, the Immortal Inspector?
The next moment, another dark figure slowly emerged.

"No, it's him!!!"

But Hong Zhongjin's face was covered in scorch marks, and his body was as thin as a withered tree, yet he still smiled freely, which made people feel extremely at ease.

"Thump—!" Ryujin Shinji completely lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)