Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

So far today, everything has gone too smoothly, so smoothly that he's starting to get a little bored.

Honda Tadakatsu's linker shouldn't be too weak, right?

He pondered for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"If this person were truly incomparably strong, then Dong Wenyu, who was cooperating with Dongshou Palace, would have already taken the initiative to attack. Why would he still need to feign friendship with the demon of Mount Ooe and play the trick of using someone else to kill him?"

"What kind of unparalleled warrior could be guarding this gate?"

"Is it alright to kill the god who sneaks around, uses living people as sacrifices, and aids and abets evil, along with his henchmen?"

Ryunosuke Akutagawa twirled his cane but did not object to Kiyoshi Uesugi's statement.

“That’s right. If a demon or god of the Heavenly Guardian level or above were to descend, the Association’s True Knowledgeers would definitely detect it in advance.”

"The current Dongzhao Divine Lord may not be that strong yet, but he should not be underestimated."

"Even if he wasn't Tosho no Shinto, but just Tokugawa Ieyasu, he would still be a formidable opponent."

Uesugi nodded. He hadn't underestimated his opponent. He just gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and didn't say anything more. Instead, he walked towards the entrance of the "ritual chamber".

The samurai wielding the dragonfly cleaver had already spotted the group, but instead of attacking, he quietly stood guard at the door.

Uesugi Kiyoshi hadn't taken more than a few steps when his ears suddenly twitched, and he turned his head to look westward.

Not only him, but almost everyone present sensed the sudden strangeness.

The ground beneath my feet trembled slightly as if an earthquake had struck, and a deafening roar, louder than thunder, came from afar, only to become right before my eyes in an instant.

The ancient Japanese garden wall, steeped in history and vicissitudes, was suddenly blasted open without warning, splintering wood chips and bricks. An indescribable object shot out at a speed too fast for the eye to catch, and landed accurately on the ground more than ten meters in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi.

The ground cracked inch by inch, as if a meteorite had struck the earth.

The force with which this thing flew over, and the sound of the wind it created, momentarily stopped the rain in the yard.

It took Uesugi Kiyoshi a great deal of effort to recognize that the indescribable object was a "person" whose limbs had been beaten into limp noodles, whose bones were broken, and who had no life left.

No, considering the sharp angles on his head, calling him a "ghost" would be more appropriate.

Then, a somewhat heroic and familiar laugh came from the crack in the wall. As the dust settled, Izumi Rin, carrying an unsheathed nodachi on her shoulder, strode out with great interest.

She glanced lightly at the stone bear child she had ravaged beyond recognition, pursed her lips, sighed with some disappointment, then turned her gaze to Uesugi Kiyoshi, revealing a reserved, serene smile that was quite different from her usual demeanor.

Although the smile didn't quite fit the situation, Uesugi Kiyoshi still managed a forced smile.

This pure, overwhelming power, no matter how many times he sees it, still gives him an indescribable sense of awe, making him feel both admiration and a touch of envy.

For martial artists, strength is one of the most important qualities.

"Qing~ I've found you."

"These people are no match for me. They're not even in the same league as the mystics my father used to face. It's really disappointing."

She sighed and, in a slightly coquettish tone, voiced her complaint.

Then, she glanced up casually and saw a warrior holding a long spear, his face tense and as if facing a formidable enemy.

Instantly, Rin Kamiizumi's eyes lit up.

It's like a hungry predator smelling its prey.

Without hesitation, he turned around, flicked his wrist, and the scabbard fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The blade reflected the moonlight peeking through the dark clouds, emitting bursts of silver light, which was quite beautiful.

With a nodachi that was about the same height as a normal adult male, Kazumi Rin's smile became even brighter.

"Qing is the best to me. This must be the dessert you prepared for me, right?"

"I recognize that gun. It's the Dragonfly Cutter. Dad always talks about it. His marksmanship is no worse than his swordsmanship, but he doesn't own a good gun. If I give this to Dad as a gift, he'll be very happy."

"Qing, please let me have this opponent, okay?"

Even my adorable junior sister has said something like that, what can Uesugi Kiyoshi do?

He smiled helplessly and said softly, "He's not an appetizer. He's probably the linker of Honda Tadakatsu, the famous general of the Sengoku period. Don't underestimate him, Rin. This is at least the main course."

"However, what about Kamiizumi Nobutsuna and Honda Tadakatsu?"

"Ueno's One-Hit Spear versus Mikawa's Flying General?"

This is indeed a rare showdown.

Although Kamiizumi Rin is usually carefree, she is a genuine Kamiizumi Nobutsuna Heroic Spirit Linker.

Although she only inherited one growth-type ability, she also inherited a great deal of Nobutsuna Kamiizumi's talent in swords and spears.

For ancient Japanese samurai, the ordinary katana was only used in duels and assassinations; when they actually went to the battlefield, they used a spear or a nodachi.

Kamiizumi Nobutsuna is also skilled with guns and is known as the "Sword Master of Ueno Province." Knowing both himself and his enemy, Kamiizumi Rin is no stranger to enemies who use guns.

The inner teachings of the Shinkage-ryu school also include the inheritance of naginata and spear techniques.

While Uesugi Kiyoshi was somewhat interested in Honda Tadakatsu's linker, he was more eager to face the legendary Demon King Shuten-dōji.

After giving the samurai with the spear a brief glance, Uesugi Kiyoshi averted his gaze and led Higashima Maki straight towards the "ritual room."

"Rin, don't lose."

There wasn't much worry in those words of advice.

Rin Kamiizumi is not merely a Linker; she is a practitioner who has cultivated the Shinkage-ryu swordsmanship for nearly ten years and awakened her swordsmanship.

Even with his greatly increased strength, Uesugi Kiyoshi is not confident of defeating his junior sister, who has broken free of her shackles, in a direct confrontation.

In that case, what does he have to worry about?

"I won't lose~"

Kamiizumi Rin nodded repeatedly, full of energy and confidence.

The spearman snorted coldly, his expression turning serious. With a flick and a thrust of his Dragonfly Cutter, the spear flashed like a dragon gleaming with cold light, splitting into three, which coiled and pointed towards Uesugi Kiyoshi's chest and ribs.

He did not intend to put people in the sacrificial rites.

Uesugi Kiyoshi remained expressionless, but Izumi Rin's eyes suddenly darkened.

She stomped her heel hard, and the blue brick beneath her feet shattered into dust instantly. Using the force of the impact, she charged forward and in the next second, she was in front of Dragonfly Cutter.

The nodachi, which was not much inferior to the spear, was raised with great force, and then parried and blocked with ease, forming a cross with the shaft of the tortoise-cutting spear.

With the imposing might of a dragon and the ferocity of a tiger, the spear was clearly suppressed by the nodachi.

The "barrel theory" clearly does not apply to measuring the strength of extraordinary individuals.

When an extraordinary person has one outstanding ability while the rest are weaknesses, that is called a moment.

But if this outstanding ability is so exceptional that the vast majority of people in the world can hardly match it.

Then let's call it -- Invincible.

With a somewhat relaxed expression on Kamiizumi Rin's face, the Dragonfly Cutter was controlled by an immense force, pressing down on the gunman's chest at a visible speed.

The linker, who inherited Honda Tadakatsu's spirit, looked as if he had seen a ghost. His body was pushed backward, and his feet even plowed two obvious grooves into the stone floor tiles.

"I won't lose!"

Kamiizumi Rin repeated what she had just said, a somewhat arrogant and dashing smile appearing on her face.

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Chapter 129 The Soul of the Innovator

After glancing at the battle and seeing that it was developing as he had expected, Uesugi Kiyoshi opened the courtyard gate with peace of mind, leaving the sounds of clashing swords and spears behind.

The sight that came into view made his face suddenly darken, and his sword-like eyebrows furrowed together.

The source of the bloody smell has been found.

This place is a hellish battlefield, with corpses lying haphazardly in the somewhat empty courtyards.

Human corpses.

The blood that had not yet congealed flowed recklessly across the ground, outlining a striking and bizarre scarlet pattern under the influence of a mysterious force.

Strangely, the downpour stopped abruptly in the open courtyard, as if it were protected by some invisible barrier, forming a sealed space.

Before he could examine the corpses, Uesugi Kiyoshi immediately spotted the statue in the center of the courtyard.

The majestic man, head held high, with a wild laugh, was shirtless, as if he were singing a song to the heavens.

In an instant, his mind's eye opened, and in his eyes, a mirage even denser than that of the "Four Heavenly Kings of the Ghost Clan" swirled around the statue, condensed and undispersed, as if it were a tangible substance.

This must be the real deal!

Before the statue of the god, a burly figure knelt with his head bowed, motionless and lifeless.

Meanwhile, the slightly chubby Dong Wenyu stood to the side, staring at the statue, and said something excitedly.

After the door was pushed open, he frowned, glanced back, and a look of annoyance and resentment spread across his face.

"Lord Shuten-dōji, I don't know what you're trying to deny. Now that the enemy has come knocking on our door, are you satisfied?"

"Even someone as powerful as the Ghost King can't just attack from across a world, can he?"

"Enough living souls, a body to accommodate the power of the Ghost King, I have made all the preparations."

"Your Excellency is so timid and hesitant. Are you perhaps afraid?"

It seems that Shuten-dōji is a bit stubborn, which is giving Dong Wenyu a headache, and he even resorted to the low-level tactic of provocation.

Unfortunately, it was as if he was talking to thin air; the statue did not give him any response.

Dong Wenyu angrily flicked his sleeve, wanting to say something more, but the sudden sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air made his heart tighten, and he quickly dodged the fiercely attacking sword by turning to the side.

Dongwen Zhenxi's face was flushed, and her eyes had turned into an eerie crimson color. Without saying a word, she darted out, gripped the reverse blade in her hand, and with a sudden counterattack, mercilessly slashed at Dongwen Yu's neck.

Dong Wenyu gave a sinister laugh, and with a casual flick of his wrist, a green light flashed, invisibly blocking Dong Wenzhenxi's reverse-blade sword and preventing it from advancing an inch.

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned slightly; Higashimaki Maki's condition today was very strange.

She was too hasty. While her eagerness to avenge her father is understandable, it's no excuse for rushing to the front without thinking.