The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 96 The Boy in My Heart (9)

Qian Xiaoyi, who was riding a motorcycle, only took a glance when passing by Inuyama Heita and his friends and knew what had happened.

The motorcycle and the middle-aged Kuroda were both gone, and Ajian and Inuyama Heita were extremely anxious, which was enough to explain the current situation. So he had no time to stop and rushed straight forward, determined to prevent the worst from happening before things got worse.

If the middle-aged Kuroda destroyed his younger self, it would be fine. At most, he would wake up as a middle-aged man that no one would care about. But if the young Kuroda destroyed the middle-aged version of himself, that would be bad. He would most likely not choose to return to reality, but continue to stay here and continue to be free and easy with his former partners. In this case, the real Kuroda Nobunaga might just never wake up and become a complete vegetable. Of course, there might be a worse situation...

"Go to hell!" The young Kuroda swung the baseball bat with one hand and hit his middle-aged self on the head, but before that, the middle-aged Kuroda had already lowered his head to dodge, avoiding the attack as if he had predicted it. He even kicked the motorcycle that the young Kuroda was sitting on while dodging, almost causing the other party to fall over. The young Kuroda had to throw away the baseball bat in his hand and barely stabilize the motorcycle with both hands.

The middle-aged Kuroda sneered, "Idiot, I know all your intentions! But I am different. I will do those things that you are ashamed to do. This is the difference between you and me. I am stronger than you, so only I can survive!"

"If that's the price of living, I'd rather die!" The young Kuroda roared, riding his motorcycle with red eyes and rushing towards the middle-aged Kuroda, but the other party suddenly slowed down, causing the young Kuroda to miss.

Young Kuroda shouted angrily: "You actually slowed down, you lose!"

"I did slow down, but so what?" said the middle-aged Kuroda. "We didn't agree on the rules from the beginning. It was just pure fighting. The one who survives is the winner. Only naive idiots would care about that kind of thing."

"But you clearly know the rules! You..." Young Kuroda roared, "You are a bastard who doesn't follow the rules! How can you be qualified to ride on the Angry Tiger Maru? Give it back to me!"

He also slowed down and moved closer to Nuhuomaru. This time, the middle-aged Kuroda did not dodge and actually allowed his younger self to approach him.

"Aren't you going to hide this time? Bastard!" The young Kuroda freed his right hand and punched the middle-aged Kuroda hard.

Bang! The middle-aged Kuroda didn't even try to dodge, and took the punch headlong. His head was knocked back, and he didn't even fight back, nor did he kick the opponent's motorcycle away like he did before.

Young Kuroda was stunned. In his memory, he would never do such a thing as sitting there and waiting to die. He would definitely fight with others, so he was confused. But the next moment, he saw the viciousness in his middle-aged self's eyes, which was a look that would never appear in his eyes.

"I've already said it before. I know exactly what you'll do. But you can't imagine what I'll do!"

Listening to his middle-aged self's mumbling, the young Kuroda suddenly felt a deep-seated fear. With his peripheral vision he finally saw that his middle-aged self was not doing nothing, but while he was throwing a punch, he reached out his hand and placed it on the handlebar of the motorcycle on his side.

"Go to hell." The middle-aged Kuroda slammed the other person's brakes.

The harsh sound of tires rubbing against each other was heard. In the vision of the young Kuroda, the sky and the earth were rolling, and the space was reversed. He saw his motorcycle spinning in the air with him. Time seemed to become unusually slow at this moment. He could even see the indifferent expression on his middle-aged self's face, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Under the influence of inertia, the young Kuroda and the motorcycle fell heavily to the ground and slid a long distance on the road. After this, Yangyi's motorcycle was finally broken into pieces.

The middle-aged Kuroda slowly stopped the car at this time. He looked calmly at his younger self who was standing motionless in front of him, without a trace of fluctuation in his heart.

"Cough... cough cough cough..." The young Kuroda suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently. He was not dead, but he was seriously injured and had no strength to escape. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the strange self in fear. This person was definitely not him, definitely not!
"Then please die." The middle-aged Kuroda said, "I don't need you anymore." He slowly turned the accelerator, and Nuhumaru roared, about to crash into his young master and give him the final blow.

"Yoichi...save me!!!" the young Kuroda shouted with his last bit of strength. "Yoichi? Why do you think he can save you?" The middle-aged Kuroda said with a hint of amusement in his sorrow: "He can't even...save himself."

"I will save you, Nobunaga."

The middle-aged Kuroda was stunned. The sound came from behind him, or even nearby! He looked back in disbelief. Behind Nuhumaru, a bloody figure was lying on the ground, holding a wriggling hair in his hand, with a long trail of blood along the way. The middle-aged Kuroda could even imagine that Yang Yi was dragged all the way by Nuhumaru while holding that hair! He didn't even notice that Nuhumaru was dragging a person!

Yang Yi slowly got up from the ground and walked towards the young Kuroda with slow and unsteady steps.

"Yang...Yang Yi?!" The middle-aged Kuroda opened his mouth, staring blankly at the bloody figure walking towards him.

Yang Yi stopped beside him, looked him over in confusion, and said, "I don't know you."

Hearing this, the middle-aged Kuroda was in a trance.

Yang Yi ignored the stranger and continued to walk forward. He stopped in front of the young Kuroda, stretched out his right hand that was tightly strangled by the black hair, and said, "Why, Nobunaga, is this all wrong?"

"Who would... No way." The young Kuroda stretched out his right hand and clenched it tightly. As if he felt the power, he laughed and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I am..."

The moment they shook hands, the middle-aged Kuroda suddenly felt that the Nuhuomaru under him was rioting. Countless hair, arms, and scissors stretched out from the body of the motorcycle, forcing him to jump off the motorcycle and look at the changes of Nuhuomaru in horror.

"——The Tiger of Night Demon Niku, Kuroda Nobunaga!!!" the young Kuroda roared.

A huge amount of hair poured out of Nuhuomaru like a flood, rushing towards Youichi and young Kuroda, swallowing them both and itself.

The black hair twisted and deformed, and finally gradually turned into a giant black tiger. It opened its bloody mouth, and the hair on its body surged. From time to time, white arms holding sharp scissors emerged from inside, making a "click, click" sound. The Night Demon Tiger looked down at the middle-aged Kuroda and made a deafening tiger roar.

Roar! ! !
The middle-aged Kuroda looked up at the giant tiger, a crying and laughing expression on his face, and murmured: "Night Ghost...Tiger?"

The Night Demon Tiger roared and pounced on the middle-aged Kuroda angrily.

"Come here~"

A car passed by at high speed and directly grabbed the stunned middle-aged Kuroda into the car. The ink line automatically fixed the middle-aged Kuroda so that he could not fall out of the car.

Qian Xiaoyi saw the giant tiger running towards him in the rearview mirror. He sighed and thought, "Is it still like this? Never mind. I've tried my best... I just need to kill this guy and this matter should be over."

(End of this chapter)