Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Ibaraki-dōji's smile was equally ferocious.

"Kid, this isn't outside."

"This is our home ground!"

With a casual wave of his remaining ghostly hand, a storm of purple flames swept towards Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi wasn't confident he could break through the firestorm, and he didn't want to use the Hyakumonogatari here because he wanted to save the will-o'-the-wisp for the Oni King Shuten-dōji.

As he hesitated between dodging and taking a desperate gamble, a somewhat familiar chuckle suddenly rang out.

The katana-shaped badge on his chest gleamed.

Like an ever-burning lighthouse, it guides the navigation on the sea.

The dark jade-colored cane made intimate contact with the ground, and a Rashomon-like gate rose from the ground, blocking the firestorm.

Uesugi Kiyotake turned around and saw someone who shouldn't be there.

Shuten-dōji probably did not "invite" them.

But they came.

"Lord Ibaraki, what do you intend to do to our general?"

"Is the Oni clan of Mount Ooe only capable of winning by sheer numbers? How shameful."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa strode forward, facing the oni army without showing any sign of panic.

Behind him stood Li Fuyao and Ye San, both with equally relaxed expressions.

"Uesugi-kun, go do what you want to do. Now that you've joined us, the Collectors' Association will be your support!"

"Leave these small fry to me."

Chapter 136 Reinforcements

Uesugi Kiyoshi had no idea where the reinforcements behind him came from, and he knew nothing about the Collectors Association's "Dream Weaver Network".

But he knew now was not the time to chat.

Seeing the people behind him, he felt a little more at ease, not because of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but because of Li Fuyao and Ye San.

Li Fuyao's calm smile always inexplicably calmed him down, and Ye San had fought with him before, so he had a full understanding of this senior from the Celestial Empire's strength.

He had many questions to ask: the familiar ghost fire manipulated by Li Fuyao, why Akutagawa Ryunosuke had brought people here, the whereabouts of the others, and the situation outside.

But all those words can be summed up in one sentence.

"Oh, please."

He turned around, his palms opening and closing, gripping the sword blade tightly once more, and without a word, he charged towards the rugged mountain path.

Ibaraki-dōji raised his arm with a displeased expression, wanting to use the same trick again, but the bewildered "Rashomon Beasts" that surged out from Rashomon, summoned by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, had already sharpened their fangs and, driven by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, they surged onto the territory of Mt. Ōe in an overwhelming manner.

In a sense, Ryunosuke Akutagawa's Rashomon was a very comprehensive and powerful ability, which explains why he was able to hold the position of president of the Tokyo Metropolitan Collectors Association. These Rashomon beasts came from nowhere, but they were fearless, sharp-toothed and clawed, and their numbers and scale were equally enormous, almost like an army.

At the same time, Ryunosuke Akutagawa's expression changed, and a strange, solemn look returned to his face.

He once again entered the state of "playing a role".

This time, instead of controlling the Rashomon as a commander, he held a black jade staff and, like a warrior, went to engage Ibaraki-dōji in close combat.

Surprisingly, he did not fall into a disadvantageous position.

As the staff was swung, countless spiderweb-like threads appeared and disappeared on the staff. These spiderwebs were strong and difficult to entangle, and even Ibaraki-doji's hellfire could not burn them off.

Relying on the restriction of the spider silk and the harassment of the Rashomon Beast, even though Akutagawa Ryunosuke's physical skills were at a level that Uesugi Kiyoshi would find appalling, he still managed to hold Ibaraki-dōji back tightly, preventing him from splitting up.

Uesugi Kiyoshi gave Akutagawa Ryunosuke a deep look, said nothing, and silently hurried up the steep mountain path.

He appreciated it.

Entering the dream world of demons and gods is no trivial matter; it's extremely risky. Just now, Shuten-dōji asserted that the only way to get out of here is to kill him.

But the people behind him still came to his aid without hesitation.

Judging people by their actions, not their intentions, Uesugi Kiyoshi will remember this kindness.

Although Ryunosuke Akutagawa's Rashomon was formidable, its numbers were still no match for the countless demons that roamed the mountains and fields.

Soon, Uesugi Kiyoshi was blocked by a group of ferocious and burly demons. They had sharp horns on their heads, wielded crude blunt weapons, and walked with heavy steps, one after another, making people's scalp tingle.

Uesugi Kiyoshi gave a cold laugh, drew his sword and slashed. The power of Onikiri filled the blade, and he didn't follow any rules. He just relied on "speed" and "ruthlessness" to try to cut a path up the mountain.

With a swift movement, the sword fell, armor was sliced ​​through, and blood flowed like a torrent. The katana, imbued with the power of Onikiri, sliced ​​through melons and vegetables as easily as cutting through vegetables. Anyone who stood in his way was dealt with in a single strike. In an instant, limbs, severed arms, and heads flew off together, staining the already desolate mountain scenery with a touch of blood.

These inferior demons posed no threat to Uesugi Kiyoshi; they could only exhaust his strength.

But this is quite fatal.

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi was pondering a plan to break through the enemy's encirclement, his eyes suddenly lit up and the pressure vanished. Countless ghostly figures screamed and flew up from the ground, scattering and crashing into the forest, howling that they could not get up again. Upon closer inspection, they were all found to be broken bones and tendons.

Ye San still had a relaxed expression, but a long, dark iron staff had appeared in his hand at some point.

This staff is much longer than the ordinary eyebrow-level staff, exceeding two meters, and is comparable to the large spears used by fierce generals in ancient times to kill enemies on the battlefield.

Then, the entire long staff was suddenly tinged with a faint, pure white flame. At the same time, the staff moved with the person, twisting, flicking, and slicing.

The sound of the sticks cracking was like thunder from all directions, like a torrential rain pounding on banana leaves, rising and falling incessantly. Wherever they went, ghosts and horses fell over, making the area in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly clear, with far fewer ghosts blocking his way.

"Is this the Qi cultivated by martial artists in the Celestial Empire?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi instantly recognized the pure white flame on the staff, which must be supernatural power.

Ye San's somewhat indifferent words drifted into his ears.

“Ah Qing, since you call me senior, then your third uncle will treat you as a junior.”

"Someone is targeting you, and I can't just sit idly by."

"Oh dear, I'm just an old man, but I'll try to move around a bit and clear the way for you."

"Go, let that damned Ghost King see your 'just vengeance'!"

"Young people always need to be tempered. So-called martial artists and swordsmen cannot be trained behind closed doors. The stronger the opponent, the better it will be for you."

"Do as you please, with your third uncle here, you won't die today."

Although he was surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Ye San's expression was surprisingly kind, and his tone was very firm.

This statement seems to be the absolute truth, with no possibility of being overturned.

Even without Li Fuyao's connection, Ye San had a high opinion of Shangshan Qing. He was an excellent, mature, and well-mannered young man, and not an enemy. The head instructor of the Tai Sui Gang saw him and was immediately impressed by his talent. Helping him was just a small favor, and he wouldn't care at all.

Consider this an investment; given Uesugi Kiyoshi's temperament, this investment is a sure thing.

Uesugi Kiyoshi and Ye San exchanged a glance, momentarily lost in thought, as if the one standing there smiling kindly was his master, Uesugi Hidekawa.

Soon, he reacted.

He bowed slightly, murmured a grateful "thank you," and then, without further hesitation, dashed off. With a few leaps, his figure disappeared into the vast red leaf forest at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Li Fuyao also walked over leisurely.

"Third Uncle, I'll go follow them and take a look. You keep an eye on things here."

Without waiting for Ye San's response, she stepped onto the blue-green ghost fire, her white robes fluttering, exuding an ethereal aura as she ascended the steps, showing no regard for the mountain or the ghosts within.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's journey was not entirely smooth. Before long, an endless stream of demons began to emerge, like moths to a flame, determined to hinder him even slightly.

He frowned slightly, pondering to himself—something's not right here.

Just how many demons are there in this Mount Ooe?

Hundreds of those who were killed by him and Shencheng together as ritual practitioners alone, and the number of those who just blocked the road was almost four figures.

Even the powerful Ooeyama was completely sealed away in the Dream World.

What happened to the people who sealed them away in the first place?

Those Onmyoji?

But right now, Onmyoji Arena and Heian-kyo aren't considered very strong, are they?

Could there be something fishy going on here?

Chapter 137 Sword and Ghost King

My thoughts wandered for a moment, but I quickly brought them back.

We'll consider these things slowly after we kill Shuten-dōji and capture the demon's soul.

Although there were still demons blocking his way, they were no longer enough to exhaust him to death.

He gripped the blood-stained, discolored katana tightly—the blade was riddled with tiny, dense nicks from blood. Even with the extraordinary craftsmanship of the Collectors' Association, it wouldn't last much longer; this katana had cut too many things tonight.

If you continue using it like this, the blade will quickly become dull and eventually become unusable.

However, the enemy's general is also very close at hand.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already ventured deep into Mount Ooe, a place said to be located in Tanba Province, the lair of the Oni clan, and the territory of the Oni King.

The ground was covered with pale bones, and the earth was dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood. A nauseating smell filled the air.

In every sense, this is not a good place.

Especially since there were many ghostly figures in front of him.

Just as he paused slightly, Li Fuyao, dressed in white and ethereal, caught up with him. It was unclear where this young girl got such speed.

Li Fuyao naturally stood side by side with Uesugi Kiyoshi, calmly looking at the densely packed demons like insects and ants, a strange smile spreading across her lips.

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

"Well, every kind of extraordinary power has its advantages and disadvantages. Even you would be exhausted if you tried to kill all these demons with your sword."

If someone else had said those words, Uesugi Kiyoshi might have thought she was being sarcastic, but when Li Fuyao said them, her tone and expression made him subconsciously think it was just a normal conversation.

"It's okay. True friends are meant to help each other and complement each other's strengths and weaknesses."

"Leave it to me~ Leave it to me, Qing, go."

"Go do what you're supposed to do."