A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 237 Kill without mercy!

"You pass!"

The enormous 'King of the Hills' opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of rocky teeth.

However, 'Artoria' beneath his feet showed no intention of lowering her longsword, which caused 'King of the Hill' to cough awkwardly.

"As the examiner on this path, my mission is to select the strong who are suitable to advance to the next round."

In theory,
At this time, a 'hero' needs to step forward.

Leading a group of contestants to defeat the King of the Hill: it tests both the king's demeanor and their unity.

However, right now, the female knight in front of him was evenly matched with him. The so-called test was out of the question, forcing the 'King of the Hill' to tell her to leave—simply put, get out of here so he could test the rest of them.

"I see,"

Beowulf, who was not in 'combat mode', stepped forward.

"This is a hunting test."

"In that case, I won't participate."

Hunting deer doesn't require seasoned hunters: this is a battlefield for 'newcomers'.

"Yes, please."

Boom!

The massive 'King of the Hill' stepped aside, indicating that Beowulf had passed the test. As for the rest:
"Thunder strike!"

The house-sized warhammer was raised high and then slammed down onto the ground.

Waaaaaahh ...
The air was instantly distorted, escaping from in front of the giant hammer with a sharp whistling sound, forming a semi-transparent arc.

As the giant hammer fell, visible shockwaves seeped into the ground, causing the area within a hundred meters to vibrate and tremble violently, like a drum being struck rapidly.

Vast plains, along with trees and rocks, were blasted away by the brute force of the explosion, shattering into a storm of earth and rock carrying hundreds of thousands of tons of debris!
Hundreds of meters from the battlefield, on a small hill where a giant battle axe is stuck:
The widespread cracks expanded again, and mudslides poured down, crashing into the earth like a raging waterfall, stirring up continuous aftershocks.

Just one blow,
The terrain within a radius of 100 meters has been completely changed, leaving behind a scene of devastation, with the aftershocks spreading at least a kilometer away.

This is a character created by someone using the 'Stone-Stone Fruit'. With the blessing of Haki, it can be described as a true terrain destroyer.

Correspondingly, there is no way to accurately control power.

Of course, it's not usually necessary.

boom------

For ordinary contestants, if the earth is a violently trembling drumhead, then they are fleas on the drum: all of them are thrown into the air by the loud noise, waving their arms and legs in mid-air, their faces contorted in rage and their skin trembling uncontrollably.

"Ahhh!"

"Quickly cover your ears!"

"How terrifying, just the sound waves alone..."

"mom!"

Even the 100,000 people in the audience covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain.

It was like detonating a super-giant 'stun bomb'; the fact that it didn't knock out 100,000 spectators on the spot is a testament to their physical strength.

If even the audience seats are in this state, one can only imagine what will happen to the ordinary participants on the battlefield.

They were all blasted away like ants; those who survived were severely injured.

However, there were still four figures!
Whether they leaped into the air in advance, 'teleported' into the air, raised their arms to withstand the attack, or used water to form a circle, they all used their own methods to block this wide-range attack.

Without a doubt, it was Pegasus Nozomi, Machii Isao, Matsumoto Jinpei, and Vigraf, a warrior under Beowulf's command.

"What terrifying power!"

The power of this 'King of the Hills' left Pegasus in awe.

But if it's just about strength, it won't be so easy to make her back down.

"The body of rock?"

Machii Isao placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Worth killing."

"If we were going to retreat here, why did we come here in the first place?"

Matsumoto Jinpei also stepped forward. He had come to witness the strength of the expert: he did not mean that he would turn around and run away after seeing the expert.

“I will protect the king’s back,”

The young warrior Vigraf, who had drawn his short sword, also showed an eager expression.

Are there only four of you left?

The 'King of the Hills,' covered in thick rocks, raised his house-sized hammer.

"Then—"

He swung his hammer at the group again!
Even before the giant hammer arrived, its irresistible and violent power had already caused the ground within a radius of thirty meters to crack layer by layer once again.

The shockwave created enormous, visible waves, and the violent air fluctuations were like a massive hammer about to strike. Anyone within that range would be crushed as if by a heavy tank, their internal organs squeezed, muscles torn, bones shattered, and they would die instantly.

war!
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"Namo San, what an intense battle!"

"Miss Pegasus, Machii Kensei, and Mr. Matsumoto are challenging the 'King of the Hill'."

Leaving the temple, the excited voice of "News King" blared from a roadside loudspeaker. Billboards, projected TVs, and even passersby's phones were all broadcasting the otherworldly tournament.

"Those of you with supernatural dynamic vision will surely be able to see it clearly."

The irresponsible remarks made by "News King" prompted many passersby to curse him on the spot.

"You're kidding me, you bastard!"

"How could we possibly see clearly?"

"Please broadcast the match live. What's going on?"

Ignoring the noise around him, Kenji Fujikido pulled up his trench coat. Whether it was the supernatural era or supernatural forces, he felt only deep disgust.

Let's go back to the company first.

Only constant 'work' can make him forget his sadness and reality.

However, before they had gone very far, an unexpected incident occurred:

"Help! Help!"

From the alleyway beside the street came the girl's mournful cry.

Yes, at the alley entrance.

A disheveled girl ran out in a panic, only to have her hair suddenly grabbed by a hand.

"Ouch, that hurts! Waaaaaah~~"

The girl burst into tears as her hair was grabbed and pulled back.

Unfortunately, the perpetrator showed no mercy. "Cry?"

"Even crying counts as time!"

Following closely behind the girl, a short, burly man stepped out.

Like the 'dwarves' in the fantasy world, they have well-developed muscles, but are only 1.5 meters tall.

"Brother, won't the cops be afraid of us doing this?"

Following closely behind, a skinny thug of similar height hesitated and tried to dissuade him.

This is Tokyo!

Even in Adachi Ward, which is known for its chaos, the Metropolitan Police Department will not stand idly by in broad daylight.

"What are you afraid of?"

The short, burly man merely rolled his eyes and spoke in a harsh tone.

"That Lord Ling dares to sleep with a dragon in front of the whole world, yet I'm afraid to sleep with a woman?"

Perhaps doing that
Is it some kind of way to enhance supernatural powers?
The short, stocky man wasn't particularly intelligent; he was simply instinctively 'imitating' the behavior of the strong—in his own way.

As for these passersby?

This serves as a testament to his 'path to becoming a strongman'.

"you!"

The short, stocky man raised his hand and grabbed, snapping the corner of the wall off with a crack.

"A supernatural being?"

"This physique is a 'Ashiya tradition'."

Passersby were all in an uproar. At first, they thought it was a 'normal' crime. In this day and age, there are quite a few people who can't accept people going crazy.

As the short, stocky man revealed this skill, it was clearly a supernatural crime!

Therefore, it's not hard to understand the other person's body shape.

The 'Tenjaku Oni-gun' passed down in Ashiya.
There is no risk involved; as long as you find one of those 'orbs of light,' you will possess power beyond human limits.

The price was a reduction of several centimeters in height: negligible compared to strength.

Call the police?

Or run away
Whoosh—Bang!
Before the passersby could scatter and flee, the corner of the wall was thrown out, slamming into the ground and shattering into countless fragments that flew out, leaving several people nearby with bloodied heads.

"ah,"

"I'm injured, quick!"

"Shut up!!"

A roar silenced the fear, cries of pain, and steps taken by the passersby.

"Anyone who dares to run, I'll kill them first!"

The short, stocky man's words were not simply a threat.

With his strength, killing someone by throwing stones would be no difficult task. And also:

boom!
A gunshot sounded,
That was the skinny thug next to him firing a gun into the air.
"Did you all hear what my eldest brother said?"

gun!
For ordinary people

This thing is just as intimidating as a supernatural being: you're going to die if you encounter it anyway.

"Right, that is it!"

Now that they were on the street, the short, stocky man decided to let loose.

"I'm going to start 'doing it' right here, just like Lord Ling!"

"Great job, big brother is awesome!"

Although the henchman holding the pistol was also afraid of the Metropolitan Police Department, when his gaze swept over the fearful and timid passersby, it was like drinking a bucket of ice water in the desert.

Isn't this the kind of attention you want when you're out in the world?

Cool!
As for what happens next?

That's something to consider later.
Besides, even if he were caught by the Metropolitan Police Department, with his older brother's power, he could simply side with them.

"I will not resist"

The girl, whose hair was being pulled, resigned herself to her fate and tried to beg for mercy.

"Whatever you want to do, I'll do it—"

Snapped!
A slap landed, and blood mixed with teeth flew out.

"Did I tell you to speak? Huh!"

The short, stocky man's eyes were uneven, one large and one small, his face etched with arrogance and debauchery; having gained supernatural powers, he had transcended humanity—

"enough!"

Just then, a figure strode over.

The short, stocky man, the armed henchmen, and passersby on the street all turned their heads to look:
???

The newcomer was dressed in a crimson ninja outfit, wearing a hood and a metal mask that covered his face. The mask bore two large characters: "Super Kill!"

"Is the purpose of gaining supernatural powers to oppress ordinary people?"

"what?"

The short, stocky man raised an eyebrow.

"Now that I have supernatural powers, of course I can do whatever I want—"

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of five fingers wearing a gauntlet rapidly magnified in his eyes.

Bang!
The next second, the short, muscular man slammed heavily into the wall.

"It's because of your thinking..."

Only winter seeds and oak trees will die.

"I am a supernatural killer!"

Grabbing the short, muscular man's face and slamming him against the wall, this 'weirdo' ninja monster-hunting swore.

"Slay all supernatural beings like you, without mercy!"

He then clenched his five fingers together.