Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The mirage and the will-o'-the-wisp collided, producing a crackling and burning sound.

The Demon King of Mount Ooe did not prepare a third backup plan.

Chapter 132 Severing one of his arms, cutting off his demonic hand

"Lord of a Hundred Tales!"

The mirage burned fiercely, and the ethereal, ghostly voices finally took on a touch of emotion.

Uesugi Kiyoshi wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by. He turned around without hesitation, stepped forward, and swung his sword. The sharp edge of the blade drew several straight lines in the air, shattering the mirage cloud burning with ghostly flames.

Behind him were severed limbs and blood raining down, while in front of him, will-o'-the-wisps and mirages collided, accompanied by flames bursting with the light of blades.

In an instant, the crisis was averted.

Meanwhile, Ibaraki-doji's situation was also dire.

The thing that Izumi Rin hates most is having her food stolen.

She also regarded her opponents as a kind of "food," satisfying both her appetite and her fighting spirit.

When she is freed from her shackles, perhaps influenced by the spirit of Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, she becomes somewhat belligerent.

People are divided into those close to her and those who are distant. If Uesugi Kiyoshi had taken her opponent, she probably would have just laughed it off. However, when she was fighting her enemy to the point of no return, and her opponent had used all his skills, she was about to get serious and decide the winner.

The enemy was robbed?

Or is it the ghosts and spirits she hates the most?

It felt like punching cotton; Izumi Rin felt inexplicably uncomfortable and frustrated.

Anger flared in her eyes as she looked at the maid who had been possessed by Ibaraki-dōji, her gaze turning malevolent and sinister.

Rin Kamiizumi is a woman of action.

With a sharp cry, she charged forward like a cheetah. Her hands gripped the nodachi tightly, and with the combined power of her physical strength and momentum, she moved with unparalleled force, like a thunderbolt, piercing through the phantom of Rashomon behind Ibaraki-doji, shattering the crimson flames of hell, and unstoppably slashing towards his back.

Ibaraki-dōji was already somewhat annoyed and hadn't even had time to react to the sudden attack.

A huge wound running from her right shoulder to her left rib almost split the woman's body in two.

Ibaraki-dōji flew out as if he had been hit by a heavy truck, his face contorted in pain.

Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced back, his eyes narrowed, and a murderous intent surged within them.

So you wanted to ambush Maki Higashiwa and make all my efforts these past few days go to waste?

Are you trying to steal my demon soul?

He knew that although Kamiizumi Rin's slash looked terrifying, it couldn't actually harm Ibaraki-dōji.

He is no longer the naive newbie who knew nothing about the extraordinary world. If a weak ghost or god possesses a mortal's body, and the body's functions stop, the soul may also dissipate. But this powerful ghost king with a name and identity only killed the body that possessed him, and did not fundamentally destroy it.

Ghosts and spirits are a very troublesome enemy; in some ways, they are immortal.

Even if the body dies, the soul will not perish. The soul will slip back into the dream world, and in a few years, it will be a hero again.

But now, Uesugi Kiyoshi has a way to cross the barrier between dreams and reality and severely damage the spirits.

The weapon of demons and gods—Onikiri.

The pale purple light shimmered on his sword blade, contrasting beautifully with the remaining bloodstains, creating an eerie and alluring effect.

Concentrate, extend your arm, and swing your sword.

In the blink of an eye, a streak of purple light flashed across the sky.

Despite his distorted expression, Ibaraki-dōji was, after all, the Oni King of Mount Ōe and the strongest war demon after Shuten-dōji. When Uesugi Kiyoshi drew his sword, a sense of crisis that quickly spread through his heart made him shiver.

Hellfire ignited rapidly in his right hand, and at the same time, he swiftly raised his arm horizontally to his chest.

He wanted to use this demonic hand, burning with hellfire, to block Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword strike.

It can't be stopped.

The arm snapped off instantly, the cross-section clean and smooth, and only after a one-second pause did blood splatter.

It seemed that even the flesh and blood on his body hadn't realized that he had been cut off.

With his right arm severed at the root and a long, narrow gash cut into his back by a nodachi, Ibaraki-dōji's possessed body collapsed helplessly into a pool of blood on the ground.

He supported himself with his remaining left arm, raised his head, and looked on in disbelief.

"It could actually hurt my true self in my dream?!"

"...Onikiri's demon blade?!"

"you"

Before he could finish speaking, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his body lost its strength, collapsing limply.

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned and snorted coldly.

"Did he still get away?"

"But it wasn't a complete loss, was it?"

He was certain that Ibaraki-dōji hadn't been killed outright because he hadn't obtained the mirage energy as a trophy.

However, in its place, the withered ghost hand that he had severed gradually transformed into wisps of mirage, which, mixed with the remaining hellfire in mid-air, formed the shape of an arm before surging into his body.

Ibaraki-dōji's demonic form had an arm severed by him, bridging the gap between two worlds.

The situation seems to have settled down.

The only threat present seemed to be the jade statue. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but under the moonlight, the wild expression on the Shuten-dōji statue seemed somewhat solemn.

Seeing this situation, Dong Wenyu, clutching his wound and collapsing against the wall, roared ferociously, somewhat hysterically.

"Shuten-dōji! What are you waiting for?"

"There's another body I've prepared for you! Are you just going to slink back to your great empire like this?"

"Next time you want to get out, it won't be so easy! Do you know how many of my subordinates prayed for you so that you could regain your strength?!"

"You bastard, do you want all our hard work to go to waste?!"

The white jade statue finally reacted.

More mirage surged forth like ocean waves, silently pouring into the body of the burly man kneeling before the statue.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and swung his sword, intending to dismember the body and see if the Demon King of Mount Oe could possess a pile of corpse pieces.

This time, he was a little slower.

Or rather, Shuten-dōji was too fast.

Just as the blade was about to strike, the burly figure vanished from the spot in a flash.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked up and saw that he had already retreated several meters with somewhat mechanical movements, constantly moving his hands and feet, as if he was familiarizing himself with this body.

This is a middle-aged man who looks to be around thirty years old. He is probably the body that Dong Wenyu prepared for Shuten-dōji to possess. He once instructed Suzuki Hidema to tamper with this body, but Shuten-dōji was on guard against this move. Shuten-dōji planned to use Ibaraki-dōji to choose another body to possess and return to this world.

If he successfully returns, then the outcome of the battle remains uncertain.

The great demon who can be revered as the Demon King, who can single-handedly intimidate the Demon Lord of Kyoto, is far more powerful than those lowly minions.

At the same time, Uesugi Kiyoshi was startled.

In his mind, an alarm bell blared—this was not a metaphor; the long-lost voice of the Hundred Demons Scroll rang in his mind, accompanied by a ringing that could be described as noise.

"The demonic spirit of [Shuten-dōji] has been detected. Please capture it as soon as possible!"

After a moment's thought, Uesugi Kiyoshi immediately noticed the difference from usual.

This time, the word used in the Hundred Demons Scroll is not "recycling", but "capturing"!

Chapter 133 It’s hard to calm down

A well-hidden, smug smile appeared on Dong Wenyu's face, a stark contrast to his hysteria just moments before.

Under his gaze, Shuten-dōji manipulated his body, stiffly performing some warm-up exercises, his bones cracking and popping.

The Demon King of Mount Ooe remained expressionless, yet his eyes held an barely concealed, suppressed rage.

He was never a good-tempered person to begin with, and today's plans had been almost entirely ruined by Uesugi Kiyoshi, so it was impossible for him not to be angry.

He could have used the power of the demon sword princess's spirit to return to this world, instead of using this weak human body.

At the very least, he could possess the body of a superhuman, and then the power he could use wouldn't be so limited.

In the end, he could only hold his nose and fall into Dong Wenyu's trap—he didn't trust Dong Wenyu, and he was almost certain that there was something fishy about this body. This Dongwen Wolf would definitely be on guard against him, just like he had used Ibaraki-doji to guard against Dong Wenyu.

But he didn't want to give up this opportunity.

Dong Wenyu is right.

He had few believers and a weak connection to the mortal world. If Dong Wenyu hadn't taken the initiative to come to him and hadn't driven his gang members to worship his idols and prepare offerings and bodies for his ghost clan, he wouldn't have been able to possess someone so easily.

In short, he still had to give it a try. After all, as the strongest demon of Mount Ooe, he was certain that there was nothing in this world that could kill him.

Even the great general Minamoto no Yorimitsu couldn't do anything about him; he could only seal him in a dream world instead of killing him completely.

The worst outcome would be being locked up in the dream world again, which wouldn't be any worse than it is now.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was startled by the unusual reaction of the Hundred Demons Scroll. Instead of striking first, he adopted a defensive stance in the middle of his body and cautiously observed Shuten-dōji's every move.

To his surprise, Shuten-dōji suddenly staggered, his face contorted in pain, and he fell to his knees as if he had fallen flat on his face, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, his expression seemingly genuine.

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"Is this a trap to lure the enemy? That's too exaggerated. Even a dignified Ghost King wouldn't act like this kind of monster."

Uesugi Kiyoshi paused for a moment, hesitating, fearing it was a trap set by Shuten-dōji, and did not launch a preemptive attack.

Right now, the only fighting forces he has behind him are Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Rin Kamiizumi. Even if this Demon King is strong, they are not powerless to fight back, so there is no need for them to risk launching a preemptive attack.

Three against one, how can they lose?

If all else fails, there are still Li Fuyao and Ye San who will arrive as a backup. Right now, the advantage is on Uesugi Kiyoshi's side.

"Dong Wenyu, you idiot!"

A deep, somewhat suppressed baritone voice echoed in the courtyard. Shuten-dōji's piercing gaze fell upon the slumped Dong Wenyu, as if he wanted to pierce him through.