Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Uesugi Kiyoshi once had a dream.

He dreamt that he had become a dog god, slaying demons in a chaotic world, killing those who were even more hateful than demons, until rivers of blood flowed, lives were lost, and all he saw were piles of white bones.

But one day, Inugami found salvation.

He couldn't remember what kind of salvation it was.

All he remembered was that from a certain day onward, the Inugami's sword was no longer wielded for meaningless killing.

Instead, there is the belief in protecting a person or a thing.

That blade of the Inugami was wielded for protection.

Therefore, Inugami's greatest strength is not offense, but defense.

The mirage emanating from the sword condensed into a faint array, resembling an impenetrable fortress.

The bullets raining down slowed down and stopped within the mirage wall, as if time itself had been frozen.

A few bullets broke through the mirage wall, but they all slid helplessly to the ground, losing their momentum.

Amidst the hail of bullets, an indestructible umbrella appeared, shielding the sky from view.

The gunfire in this area ended in failure.

As the gunfire subsided, amidst the astonished expressions of those in black raincoats whose eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, Uesugi Kiyoshi grinned.

"Are you done?"

"So, is it my turn now?"

Chapter 185 You want to save people?

For some reason, Uesugi Kiyoshi never felt nervous in the face of war.

On his very first day after transmigrating, he killed a ghost. Once he confirmed that it was an enemy, he never showed mercy with his knife. His decisiveness in killing was unlike that of a high school student.

Of course, his mental age is indeed not that of a high school student.

Even will-o'-the-wisps eventually dissipate, and this protective sword stance naturally has its time limit.

Uesugi Kiyoshi calmly placed his sword at his side with one hand, and with the other hand took a small sake bottle from his waist, taking a small sip.

Ever since he suspected that using the ghost fire might hasten his downfall, he would drink a sip of the medicinal wine that Li Fuyao gave him before each time he was about to use the Hundred Ghosts Scroll.

This stuff is like a life-saving medicine; its effects are remarkable.

A small amount of clear, amber-colored liquor trickled down the corner of his mouth, then was blown away by the strong wind, scattering and breaking in the wind and rain.

It was as if the next second would see the black-coated gunmen's bodies torn to pieces.

The faint mirage was shattered by a lightning-fast figure. In an instant, Uesugi Kiyoshi vanished from the spot like a ghost. Immediately afterward, a muffled thud and a suppressed, meaningless groan echoed in the rain, only to be quickly drowned out by the sound of the rain.

That brief gap was enough for Uesugi Kiyoshi to memorize the locations of all the gunmen.

Then, after using the "Flash" move to close the distance, things became much simpler.

More than twenty gunmen, and more than twenty slashes of knives.

In his current state, he could slash twenty times in less than five seconds.

Rain and blood splattered as the young swordsman's figure flashed, and one after another, gruesome heads fell silently to the ground. The sound of corpses falling into the water was muffled and continuous. In the blink of an eye, the gunmen's ranks were completely wiped out by Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"The last one."

The person in front of him, Uesugi Kiyoshi, seemed vaguely familiar. He had severe, penetrating scars on his face, and half of his face was burned beyond recognition. Although he was about to die, his eyes were still filled with resentment, hatred, and madness, but not fear.

This is a loyal follower of Genryukai, and the head of Genkai, Gen Hiroki.

"Hmm, wasn't it the night we went to make Yuan Longhai pay with his life that we killed someone like this?"

"He's still alive? He's incredibly lucky."

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, but the sword in his hand did not stop for even a moment.

Then let's kill him one more time.

In the blink of an eye, just as the blade was about to kiss his neck.

With a sharp whooshing sound, a blur of motion darted in and barely managed to block Uesugi Kiyoshi's blade.

Uesugi Kiyoshi saw it clearly; the one blocking his path was also a knife.

A sword that has not yet been drawn.

Although the sword in Uesugi Kiyoshi's hand is a standard katana from the Collectors' Association, that doesn't mean it's a defective product. Outside of it, it's a treasured sword that can cut through iron like mud.

But he couldn't even cut through the opponent's scabbard.

Furthermore, Uesugi Kiyoshi vaguely felt that ever since the sword appeared, the demon mask tattoo on his right arm had been burning hot, as if it were restless. This extraordinary temperature was even more noticeable on the cold, rainy day.

Dojigiri Yasutsuna was excited

That "Onikiri" seemed eager to be held in its owner's hand and to show its sharpness.

My gaze shifted and met a pair of somewhat lifeless eyes.

The ordinary-looking young man was dressed in a proper kendo uniform. His wrists steadily supported the sheathed sword, blocking Uesugi Kiyoshi's deadly sword strike. His eyes were like still water, but upon closer inspection, one could still faintly detect a trace of unresolved hatred.

Uesugi Kiyoshi understood perfectly.

That swordsman from the Genji clan was probably this person.

It seems that his swordsmanship training was not in vain. When he wields his sword, he can suppress all the complex emotions in his heart, and even calmly face his father's killer, so that his sword is unaffected and his hand holding the sword is as steady as a rock. This is not an easy thing to do.

However, Uesugi Kiyoshi had no intention of praising the enemy.

"Yuan Qingya?"

With a questioning tone, Uesugi Kiyoshi uttered a name, but in his heart he was already certain.

"You want to save people?"

A faint, murderous smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

Then, just as the joy of Minamoto Hiroki's narrow escape from death had not yet faded from his face, the purplish-gray mirage suddenly surged behind Uesugi Kiyoshi, instantly taking shape and transforming into a huge but somewhat withered ghost hand, which slammed Minamoto Hiroki to the ground with lightning speed.

The stench of burning flesh quickly filled the air. Yuan Hongshu's head made intimate contact with the asphalt road, and under the merciless "patting" of the ghost hand, it turned into a bowl of overturned tofu pudding—red, white, and broken pieces, all spilled all over the ground.

That person is completely dead.

Haruya Minamoto's eyelids twitched violently, and a slight ripple spread across his calm eyes.

Uesugi Kiyoshi withdrew his sword without any hesitation, his smile becoming increasingly mocking.

"If it were me, I would never fail to protect even one person."

"You can't even protect one of your subordinates' dogs, what's the point of practicing swordsmanship? You might as well learn to dance."

"Is this the level of Genji's swordsmen?"

The words weren't particularly malicious, but given the situation, they slowly ignited anger within Yuan Qingye.

Yuan Hongshu was Yuan Longhai's right-hand man and a "veteran minister" who had watched Yuan Qingye grow up. Originally, Yuan Qingye was relieved to hear that he was alright, but in the blink of an eye, they were separated by life and death.

If he had reacted a little faster, Hiroki Minamoto wouldn't have died.

If he could block that ghostly hand

and many more!

Ghost hands?

Genji Haruya abruptly took several steps back, and his expression changed drastically as he looked at the demonic hand that had returned to Uesugi Kiyoshi's back and was now clenching its fists.

At the same time, the sheathed sword in his hand seemed to respond to him, trembling slightly and emitting a clear sword sound.

Genji's "Onikiri" is the nemesis of the Oni of Mount Oe.

In Minamoto Haruya's hand was one of the few remaining Onikiri swords in the world—the "Hizakiri," the sword of the great general Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Behind Uesugi Kiyoshi lies the genuine demon hand left by Ibaraki, the demon king from Mount Oe.

When the two meet, they clash head-on.

"The demonic aura of Mount Ooe... Dong Wenyu of the Dongwen Association is backed by Mount Ooe!"

"Could it be that the entire Dongwen Society incident was a trap you orchestrated to lure Father into it?"

"You bastard."

As Yuan Qing's thoughts gradually became more confused, he didn't know what he was imagining. In an instant, his eyes turned as red as a rabbit's, and his original calmness completely disappeared, replaced by anger.

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned, not understanding what the person was talking about, but still shook his head slightly, losing interest in mockery, and swung his sword without hesitation.

This strike is a horizontal slash. Because there wasn't much space for him to charge up, it was just the first move of a set of katana techniques.

He anticipated whether the next move would be a cut, a retreat, a slash, or a return; this was the consistent principle of the Shinkage-ryu Thunder Blade. What followed was a swift and fierce blade strike.

Seeing this, Genji gritted his teeth and angrily drew his sword. His "Hip-Cut" sword clattered as it was drawn from its sheath, flashing with a cold light, and carrying the anger of its master, met Uesugi Kiyoshi's katana.

After a brief clash of metal, the two figures passed each other.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression changed slightly.

It wasn't because his sword was broken and metal fragments clattered to the ground, nor was it because of the bloodstains on his arm caused by the sword's energy.

But

Why did that slash just now look so much like the "one cut in two" technique of the Shinkage-ryu school?

Chapter 186 Ghost Soldier Department

After this clean break, there's naturally no way to follow up with some magical sword.

This is the first part of the "New Yin-ryu Inner Transmission of Military Strategy Catalogue," focusing on introductory sword techniques.

Loosen your waist and extend your shoulders, then slash down with an unstoppable momentum, targeting either the opponent's sword or their wrist.

The basic sword technique of the Shinkage-ryu school—just this one move—Uesugi Kiyoshi practices dozens of times every day, of course, in the Mirage Tower.

He knew it by heart.

"Didn't you say you were practicing the Minamoto clan's swordsmanship? Why do you subconsciously use Shinkage-ryu techniques when you're angry?"