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Chapter 337 One slash after another, the burning blade!

Kaleidoscope Team vs. Urameshi Team

When the referee, Little Rabbit, made that announcement, the huge broadcast screen immediately showed everyone's confused expressions; they had never heard of this team before.

There were spectators, contestants, and even the judges themselves—"Huh? Why is it the Kaleidoscope Team?"

The next thought was, "Who is the Kaleidoscope Team?"

The girl exclaimed in surprise, sweating profusely as she hurriedly flipped through the information in her hands. The team that was appearing this time didn't seem to match her memory. After a while, she finally received instructions from the organizers and hurriedly explained.

"Um... because the captain of the original Crow team, who had entered the finals, voluntarily transferred the team to the new Kaleidoscope team, this match has been temporarily changed to Urameshi team vs. Kaleidoscope team."

After quickly saying those words, the petite rabbit covered her ears, her body trembling slightly as she crouched down, clutching her head in defense.

Clearly, she knew that this explanation wouldn't satisfy everyone and wouldn't convince the audience, and the audience immediately erupted in clamor.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard!"

"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

"You're messing with us!"

……

Many yokai knew that the rules of this competition had changed slightly from previous years. The number of participants did not have to be fixed at five; it was only required that there be at least three out of five participants. Therefore, the Urameshi team was able to advance smoothly all the way with only four members.

But this kind of thing is ultimately a matter of mutual consent. They had fewer people, yet they still defeated a team with more people, so no one could say anything about it.

However, this last-minute rule change, which allowed an unknown team to replace the champion team that represented the monsters' last hope, was completely childish.

The anger surged forth with thick waves of demonic energy, greatly disappointing the demons who had been eagerly anticipating a top-tier showdown. They grabbed whatever was at hand and weaker demons, ready to throw them into the arena.

Hiei's assessment was: "Boring."

Kuwabara scratched his hair, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Kurama's expression changed slightly after hearing the strange team name.

As for Yusuke Urameshi, he yawned again. He had faced many opponents so far, but with his remarkable talent, the Spirit Wave Fist taught by Genkai, and his innate extraordinary fighting ability, he always managed to be the one who made it to the end.

"Whoever it is, hurry up and come."

We will win.

No matter who it is, I will win.

This is what the boy named Yusuke Urameshi is thinking at this moment.

But this is a trial!

"Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama... Haha ...

A burst of seemingly cheerful, shrill laughter rang out from the empty passageway opposite, its meaning both provocative and perplexing.

Especially for Kuwabara Kazuma, a delinquent who couldn't study and spent his days idly fighting, his mind wasn't very sharp. The question he was about to say was taken off track by this sudden question, and now he was completely bewildered, trying to figure out the answer.

Although he played video games quite often, in this world that was probably set in the 90s, he could never have imagined it. "The answer is—no potatoes added! Wahahahaha!"

Seemingly quite pleased with the lame joke, the man burst into laughter, oblivious to everyone else around him.

Then the guy who asked the question snapped his fingers and spoke in a tone that anyone present would find arrogant: "If you can't even answer a question like this... then your defeat today is inevitable!"

"Yusuke, don't make a move yet!" Kuwabara Kazuma, feeling tricked, shouted in dissatisfaction. "Let me teach him a lesson first!"

He bent his knees, and with a slight effort, leaped onto the ring. He glanced at the opponent's exit, from which no one had emerged since the start of the match, and beckoned with his finger: "Cowards don't come..."

"No way out! Who are you calling a coward!"

With a loud bang.

The next moment, Kazuma Kuwabara was sent flying backward.

The sense of disorientation created by this extreme stillness followed by extreme movement made one feel as if the whole world had frozen and solidified. Before the angry shouts and gasps from the audience had stopped, the sonic booms exploded again in succession, and the surging air waves spread out like an invisible thick wall, suppressing all other noises.

The powerful shockwave blasted Kuwabara, who had just regained his footing, off the stage. Immediately afterward, a lithe black figure followed closely, chasing after him like an arrow, leaving a trail of intense light.

"vomit!"

Kuwabara Kazuma, his back twisted into a ball, slammed against the wall at the edge of the ring, feeling as if his internal organs were being twisted into a knot.

Before he could even stand up with great difficulty, a clear sword cry was already pressing down on him and resounding loudly.

"choke----!"

Kuwahara's pupils constricted sharply. Looking at the massive, seemingly deadly strike that looked like it was about to cleave him in two, his mind raced, almost replaying his short life in his head. He nearly screamed, "I'm done for! I'm dead!"

But some people always act before they think. Kazuma Kuwabara is such a person. At the critical moment, his body moved spontaneously, his hands were clenched into fists, and he shouted.

"Stretch out, spirit sword—!!"

The spiritual energy fluctuations within his body immediately surged to their limit. This was his most lethal "spiritual sword." Red lightning-like spiritual energy gathered in his hand, gradually condensing into the shape of a sword and lying horizontally in front of him.

"Qiang————!"

A resounding clang of sword and blade clashing echoed, sending ripples of shockwaves reverberating outwards.

Almost simultaneously, without even a moment to think, a powerful flame erupted from the longsword in front of him, setting the surrounding air ablaze with fire and creating a sharp whistling sound as the next strike came straight at him.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The towering flames, carrying the crimson light of blades, illuminated the entire venue.

One slash after another, one slash after another, the flames burning on the blades growing ever stronger with each strike, seemingly targeting his spirit sword specifically, as if determined to crush it.

The atmosphere was also violently oscillating.

Kuwabara, who could only passively defend himself in the corner, was sweating profusely from the heat. With the enhancement of his spiritual power, he possessed arm strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, but at this moment he clearly felt that his arm was about to be shattered along with the spiritual sword.

His eyes widened in fury as he glared through the flames at the attacker who had sneaked up on him...

girl?

Even in the sweltering summer heat, he wears a trench coat; his nickname is "The Blade of Fury"—no, it's more accurately described as "The Flame-Haired, Burning-Eyed Slayer."
—The katana-wielding heroine! Shana, here she comes!
(End of this chapter)