Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The weakness of the Oni race is their heads.

Once its head is severed, it will temporarily lose its ability to move.

This is intelligence gathered by the Collectors Association.

With a sharp blade at his head, Hoshiguma Doji gritted his teeth and roared, "Demon soldiers, form ranks!"

Upon hearing this command, countless men in black suits immediately rushed forward one after another, attempting to block Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword.

Things are different now than they were back then.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was no longer alone.

The Collectors' Association's task force and armed detectives had already rushed in with him. Upon seeing this scene, they all drew their weapons and stepped forward to fight.

In terms of physical fitness, these mortals are naturally no match for the ritual practitioners, even though they are all defective ritual practitioners created temporarily.

However, the Collectors Association has one characteristic – it is very wealthy.

The equipment these mortals are equipped with is the result of painstaking research by the prophets of the Collectors Association. Every knife and every spear is made of real gold and silver, maximizing its lethality against ghosts and gods.

For example, their firearms, from the gun body to the ammunition, all carry the scent of spiritual energy, and some are even blessed by the incantations of Onmyoji. Each magazine of bullets costs hundreds of thousands or even millions of yen to make, and the value of the firearms themselves is even higher. This is not a fight, it's a fight for money.

Gunfire roared, swords flashed, the smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air, screams and roars rose up, and the men fought back and forth, each taking turns to attack.

As Uesugi Seiichi's sword fell, Hoshiguma Doji's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his expression one of utter desperation.

His already fragmented face became even more ferocious and bizarre as he muttered to himself.

"Spare his life! Listen to me!"

At the same time, he clenched his remaining left fist, ready to fight to the death.

His voice was like a gentle breeze, seemingly able to penetrate people's hearts, bewitch their minds, and make them act involuntarily according to his words.

This is Hoshiguma Doji's most secret skill—bewitching words.

If Ibaraki-doji is considered a top-tier warrior under the command of the Demon King Shuten-doji, then Hoshiguma-doji is more like a strategist.

Although he also possessed the recklessness of the demon race, he was cunning and had an innate ability to bewitch human minds. During the Heian period, countless Onmyoji died because of his "demonic words," and even turned against each other.

Naturally, no one will be spared from the blade.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes were clear, and he was not swayed in the slightest.

So-called mental attacks, for superhumans, are actually just a way to directly attack the enemy's "dream world." Whether they are effective and how powerful they are depends on the strength of the two people's beliefs.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's conviction as a swordsman was unwavering, and his swordsmanship was steadfast, but let's leave that aside for now.

In his dream world, there is a mirage, a colossal structure that Hoshiguma Doji could never shake.

There is also a scroll depicting a hundred demons inside the Mirage Tower.

It's impossible to use ordinary magic to bewitch his mind with external forces unless he loses his composure on his own, because excessive killing has clouded his mind and caused him to fall into a state of self-destruction. Otherwise, it's very difficult for someone to bewitch him.

With a swift stroke, a hideous, deformed head flew several meters and rolled to the corner of the wall.

A dense mirage rose up and poured into Uesugi Kiyoshi's body.

Uesugi Kiyoshi sheathed his sword and turned to look at Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was strolling over, with a strange expression.

Was he just begging for mercy?

Ryunosuke Akutagawa was also somewhat dumbfounded. As the president of the Tokyo Metropolitan Collectors Association, he knew far more about these ghosts and spirits than Kiyoshi Uesugi.

He knew about Hoshiguma Doji's "bewitching words," and according to some ancient books, many famous Onmyoji had fallen victim to this trick.

When Hoshiguma Doji spoke, even he, who was more than ten meters away, was somewhat moved and had the idea of ​​going easy on him.

So, this was the first time he had ever seen Uesugi Kiyoshi dismiss this tactic like a whisper in the wind.

He opened his mouth, but felt that nothing he said now would make a difference; the gap between people was too great. His mouth tasted bitter, so he simply sighed.

"Maybe"

"Never mind him. He's not a demon known for his strength anyway. Let your men hold him off here. You go inside."

"The Dongwen Association's evaluation room is just ahead!"

Chapter 122 Undercurrents, Struggle Beyond the Boundary

The attacks were launched simultaneously.

The conflicts taking place in this mansion are overt, but elsewhere, countless undercurrents are also swirling.

A convoy of cars was speeding along the main road from Arakawa Ward to Shinjuku.

The car was filled with men in black, their eyes gleaming with menacing intent.

These are all assassins from the Source Society.

Yuanhui, Shanxinhui and Dongwenyu had reached a cooperation agreement. They each got what they wanted. Shanxin Jilong wanted the Buwu Seal. He wanted to link it with the heroic spirit of Oda Nobunaga.

The believer Jilong wanted to master extraordinary power. He had high standards and looked down on ordinary inheritance mirrors. In his view, he was a perfect match for the Sixth Heaven Demon King, the overlord of the world.

Yuan Longhai's desires are relatively simple: he wants money, he wants the Dongwen Association's business in the Arakawa district, he wants to expand his influence, and he wants to shift the focus of the Yuan Association's business.

He was fed up with being a lowly, insignificant killer for the rest of his life.

Therefore, Yuanlonghai and Shanxin Jilong will definitely send people to Dongwenhui today to join in the fun. Whether it's normal relief or to reap the benefits, they have to be there, otherwise they won't even get a taste of the soup.

Yuan Longhai was timid and did not come in person, but only sent his elite assassins.

On a rainy night, there were few cars on the road, and they sped along at high speed.

Suddenly, the road ahead became congested, with many vehicles stuck in the middle of the road.

The Yuanhui convoy cautiously stopped, maintaining a safe distance. These assassins were always careful in their actions.

Soon, several assassins from the Source Society got out of the car to check the situation.

A few minutes later, the scout returned with some bad news.

“Someone has set up roadblocks and tire spikes on the road ahead, and many vehicles have been affected, causing a complete traffic jam and blocking the road.”

The lead assassin frowned as he listened to his subordinate's report.

Could there really be such a coincidence? He didn't believe it.

"Turn around immediately and take a detour, quick!"

The Yuanhui people were quite efficient; some of the large convoys turned around in an orderly manner, preparing to take a detour.

Just then, in the dim, rainy night, several blinding car headlights pierced through the rain curtain, making it impossible for the assassins from the Yuan Society to open their eyes.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition surged into the mind of the team leader.

The next second, his premonition came true.

Several expensive-looking sports cars maintained extremely high speeds, rushing towards the Yuanhui convoy like death itself.

His last glance was at the driver's seat of those sports cars—no one was in there; they were all on autonomous driving.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of vehicles colliding echoed incessantly. After a brief silence of a few seconds, a series of explosions resounded through the night sky of Arakawa Ward.

The Yuanhui convoy was blown up like a grand fireworks display.

Just a few hundred meters from the scene of the accident, at a roadside open-air café, under a large parasol, a somewhat muscular young man with healthy, tanned skin took off his sunglasses, looked at the convoy of cars involved in the chain collision, and nodded with great satisfaction, like a painter admiring his masterpiece.

Then, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Liu, it's me."

"Yes, it's all taken care of. None of those assassins will show up. I only lost a few sports cars and some explosives. It's nothing."

"I know, I know. Don't worry, I've cleared the area beforehand. No innocent people will be hurt. No innocent people will be injured. The police won't care about the gang infighting. I've taken care of everything. Someone will clean up the mess."

"Okay, I got it. I'll head out now. Let's get together again sometime."

The burly young man hung up the phone, put on his headphones, hummed a hip-hop tune, and leisurely left the scene, completely unconcerned.

Behind him was the fire that still burned stubbornly in the heavy rain, and the mess left by Yuan Hui's men.

On the other end of the phone, Liu Longren slowly put away his phone.

The young master of Kowloon was dressed in a fitted black suit, holding a gleaming katana upside down in his hand, with beads of blood running down its blade. The corner of his mouth under his veil twitched slightly, revealing a barely noticeable smile.

Half of his suit was soaked in blood. He was in a secluded alley, surrounded by countless Yakuza lying on the ground.

Some had already lost their vitality, some were missing limbs and were still groaning, and some struggled to get up but eventually collapsed helplessly.

The only one still standing was the devout believer Jilong, whose face was gloomy.

One of the nine dragons of the Kowloon Group, and the president of the Benevolent Association, risked being attacked for his minor transgressions by personally leading a group to come to Dong Wenyu's aid.

This shows how strong his desire for the Buwu Seal was.

Unfortunately, he encountered Liu Longren, who had already formed an alliance with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

This young master of Kowloon had planned ahead. He cornered them in a small alley, his face covered with a black cloth. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and began to slash. In less than five minutes, the group of over a hundred people was reduced to just him standing.

Swords and spears could not harm him, gunfire could not kill him; he fought against a hundred men and emerged unscathed. This is what Liu Longren accomplished.

Although the believer Jilong looked displeased, he did not lose his composure and reluctantly raised his hand to clap.

"Dongwen's Demon Blade, Kowloon's Hatchling Dragon, Liu Longren, you truly deserve to be one of the two strongest young yakuza in Tokyo. These are all my old subordinates who fought alongside me to build this empire, seasoned in countless battles, yet they are not enough for you to kill alone."

"Should I say that extraordinary beings are indeed unmatched by ordinary people?"

"But before you did it, did you think about how you would explain the massacre of your colleagues?!"

"Aren't you afraid of Kowloon's family rules?!"

Liu Longren shook the blood off his knife and spoke calmly.

"First, no one can prove that I killed these people, except for your side of the story."

"Secondly, even if you can pin this on me, how do you explain why your men are here? Are they just out for a stroll? Between you and me, who broke the family rules first, you who colluded with Dong Wenyu?"

"Third, as you said, Kowloon's law is a family law, and the head of this family is the Ninth Generation Chairman."

"He's your boss, and he's also my father."

"Who do you think he'll side with?"

With each point Liu Longren made, clearly articulated, the believer Jilong's expression grew even more unpleasant.