Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

His thoughts raced like lightning, but Narumi Shingo's hands didn't falter in the slightest.

He sidestepped, swung his elbow in a wide arc, and made a graceful turn in the air, the weight of half his body pressing down on the force that ran through his arm, pouring it onto Ueno Mitsuishi.

Narumi Shingo aimed for the shoulder, not a lethal spot, so he didn't hold back this time.

Or rather, he can no longer consider holding back.

Ueno Mitsuishi has clearly been possessed by the spirits of the demons and gods, and has completed the initial assimilation of the secret ritual. This state is like a zombie virus infection in a movie, with no way to retreat, no way to turn back, and no cure.

Even with Narumi Shingo's knowledge as a former god, he couldn't think of any way to save Ueno Mitsuishi. At this point, the only option was to incapacitate him for now, and deal with the rest later.

Actually, if it weren't for Ueno Mitsuishi, he would have already cut him down with one stroke and wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.

With memories of two lifetimes, the Lord of Arakawa's sense of combat is almost instinctive. This elbow strike is swift and powerful, seemingly without any particular technique, yet it is a deadly move that can kill the enemy in one blow.

Ueno Mitsuishi's lunging figure was suddenly struck hard, his body twisting at a sharp angle in mid-air in a very strange way before crashing heavily onto the floor, causing the entire building to sway slightly.

Logically speaking, this should be enough to render a superhuman powerless. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Lord of Arakawa has lost most of his divine power, what remains is still more than what a mediocre swordsman like Ueno Mitsuishi could withstand.

but.

The old figure swayed unsteadily, but as if nothing had happened, he nimbly rolled over and got up from the ground.

"His shoulders aren't very flexible, but his face is expressionless. It can't be super-fast regeneration—is he deprived of pain sensation?"

"How could this happen!"

"He only had contact with those Outer God believers for a few hours, and he turned out like this. Something's not right. If they had that kind of ability, they would have turned Tokyo into a pasture for livestock long ago!"

"That snake is the problem!"

Narumi Shingo immediately recalled the moment when Ueno Mitsuishi was bitten by that little snake—this was something that the Outer God believer released to save his life, and it was probably not a mass-produced product that could be easily spread.

"Is this the last item in your stash?"

His eyebrows were almost furrowed together, and Narumi Shingo felt inexplicably irritated. This was the first emotion that a human would feel when faced with something they were powerless to change.

Ueno Mitsuishi rolled his eyes blankly, seemingly somewhat wary of Narumi Shingo. His emotionless gaze swept over Akiyama Masako and Ueno Usagi, who were huddled in the corner.

Ueno Usagi looked panicked. She bit her pale lips tightly and stared at her grandfather without showing any weakness, but the despair in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

That's it again

The nightmares of my childhood are resurfacing in my heart.

I don't know how many years ago.

On the same rainy day, my usually gentle father suddenly became agitated and distressed, as if he had become a different person, his eyes becoming unfamiliar and fierce.

He destroyed everything visible in his eyes.

The mother was killed by the father she deeply loved in order to protect herself.

If her grandfather hadn't arrived in time, she might not have survived.

Is my only remaining family member going to end up like this too?

Ueno Usagi is very young and usually appears innocent and naive, but that doesn't mean she's actually immature.

A child who has witnessed the death of both parents and the rampage of ghosts and spirits will never be associated with the word "innocence".

Her smile was merely a protective facade to reassure her grandfather; she and Ueno Mitsuishi were the only remaining forces in the world that kept each other alive.

But now.

Narumi Shingo glanced at Ueno Mitsuishi and immediately understood his intention.

This is targeting the elderly and children.

Now, his actions are completely out of his control.

Without hesitation, he shouted.

"Shinobu, come and take Akiyama-san and Usagi away."

"You have high hopes for them."

Narumi Nobuna, who had been leaning against the door frame and peeking around, also looked displeased. She responded softly, pulled Akiyama Masako and Ueno Usagi along, and quickly left the scene, which was now a complete mess.

Ueno Mitsuishi tried to stop him, but Narumi Shingo lunged forward and punched him in the chest, sending him flying like a cannonball into the rain outside the building onto the cold concrete pavement.

The few pedestrians present on this rainy day exclaimed in surprise, and many had already started recording with their phones.

Just then, the roar of an engine came from afar.

The dark green motorcycle, a Kawasaki Ninja personally modified by Kudo Yuichi, boasted excellent performance worthy of its price. Like a ghostly figure in the rainy night, Uesugi Kiyoshi executed a beautiful drift and sudden stop, bringing the motorcycle to a halt a few meters behind Ueno Mitsuishi.

His hair was soaked by the rain and hung down on his forehead, obscuring half of his eyes.

However, judging from his deep voice, he didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

"Am I too late after all?"

He wasn't blind; he could see the situation clearly at a glance.

Ueno Mitsuishi struggled to his feet, his body twisted beyond recognition, and the purple, malevolent light in his eyes was utterly terrifying, just like that of Yamamoto Ryosuke, who had transformed into a scaled monster.

Narumi Shingo, wielding the golden Sea Kingdom Hand-made sword, leaped down from upstairs, blocking Ueno Mitsuishi's retreat with Uesugi Seiichi, his voice as deep and muffled as Mitsuishi's.

"."

"It's good that you're here; there's no point in saying more."

"Let's control Ueno-san first. Although I hate to admit it, those who truly know might have a way to save him."

"I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."

Uesugi Kiyoshi moved the corners of his mouth, the words he was about to say swirling around in his throat, but he still didn't say them.

There is no way.

Restoring humans who have become mystical to normalcy is something that even the true experts of the Collectors' Association cannot do!

Chapter 206: No Guilt

Before setting off, Uesugi Kiyoshi had already anticipated some of the scene before him.

But after seeing it with his own eyes, his emotions still surged and became complex and difficult to understand.

There was some guilt, some resentment, but mostly anger.

Even if he had arrived earlier, it wouldn't have made a difference. The moment Ueno Mitsuishi was bitten by the venomous snake, the rest was beyond his control.

The transformation of a shaman is a secret skill of the spirits and deities, and it is not so easy to prevent or stop.

However, even if we take a step back and say that he was a "leader" and that his subordinates were assassinated but he did not investigate, given his strong-willed personality, he would not be able to accept this outcome.

"."

"You should stay here."

"I don't have your official status. To openly draw my sword and commit violence in public would probably ruin my reputation. Although I don't think you would do that, just in case, I still have to ask: you wouldn't actually kill Ueno-san, would you?"

Narumi Shingo saw the crowd that had gathered around him, clicked his tongue, shrugged, took a few steps back, and muttered something under his breath.

Uesugi Kiyoshi wanted to reply, but his turbulent emotions made him angry, and the veins on his hand gripping the hilt of his sword stood out, making it difficult for him to utter a complete and calm sentence.

"will not."

He gritted his teeth and uttered those two words, then closed his eyes slightly to calm himself down. He used a moment of meditation to forcefully suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, his face was as still as water.

"I don't have the habit of attacking my own people -- let's control Ueno-senpai first, we can't leave him here. Is Usagi alright?"

Narumi Shingo nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"It's alright, Shino is watching them—be careful!" Narumi Shingo warned.

In the short time it took them to exchange a few words, Ueno Mitsuishi had already steadied himself, the purple light in his eyes growing stronger. With a muffled groan, he almost crawled on all fours and charged towards Uesugi Kiyoshi.

The expression in Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes was less one of solemnity and more one of struggle.

Yesterday, Ueno Mitsuishi was working hard to run errands for him and share his burdens. He was meticulous and perfect in everything he did. But today, he's turned into this.

Neither human nor ghost, they became a tool, a puppet, of the gods and spirits.

why?

What did he do wrong to deserve this suffering and this fate?

Uesugi Kiyoshi was completely baffled, but clearly, now was not the time to dwell on such matters.

He hesitated for only a moment before drawing his sword, flicking it upwards with the back of the blade, gripping the side closest to the hilt tightly with his wrist, and using it as a fulcrum to unleash his power.

The Collectors' Association's standard katana lashed out like a whip, piercing through Ueno Mitsuishi's ribs and delivering another heavy blow to his already somewhat inflexible right shoulder. Immediately, Uesugi Kiyoshi used the soft technique "Golden Thread Entanglement" from Bajiquan with his left hand, twisting and coiling it around Ueno Mitsuishi's drooping right arm. At the same time, his left hand caught the katana, extending it horizontally to hold the back of Ueno Mitsuishi's neck. His entire upper body acted like a noose, tightly locking Ueno Mitsuishi in place, leaving him only able to roar in vain, unable to move an inch.

At the same time, Uesugi Kiyoshi used a wrestling technique, stepping and bending his foot to hook Ueno Mitsuishi's calf and completely control his body.

Along the way, although Uesugi Kiyoshi himself was somewhat unaware, he was no longer the boy who had to calm down and go all out to deal with even a little brat.

The battles made him grow, and the Scroll of a Hundred Ghosts allowed him to go further and further on the path to transcendence.

If he didn't hold back his trump cards, he would be able to contend with a demon god of the Tenshou level of destructive power, and would have a high probability of winning.

A swordsman's killing moves should never be underestimated.

In particular, the sword techniques wielded by a god were so powerful that Uesugi Kiyoshi had witnessed them firsthand.

Although Uesugi Kiyoshi did not have a way to cure Ueno Mitsuishi, he had not been idle these past few days. He explored the "power of faith" from several relatives and friends in his statue and discovered some of its effects.

One of the effects is "to bestow".

Yes, he can draw upon the mirage energy of spirits to illuminate the souls of the hundred demons in the Scroll of a Hundred Demons, acquire the Hundred Tales Cards, and use various magical abilities.

One of the uses of the faith power he gained was that it allowed him to temporarily "lend" these abilities.

In short, it means "My followers, I will protect them!"

When Nohara Kyoko was summoned to the Mirage Tower, she was transformed into the form of Yingcao and was able to use some of Yingcao's abilities because of this.

Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be a firm belief. Shuten-dōji once said, "Love, worship, gratitude, trust, kinship, and so on—these are the emotional fluctuations between humans, no, between living beings. These 'bonds' you speak of are the source of faith."

Ueno Mitsuishi clearly fits this criterion.

At this moment, the power of faith in the statue of Uesugi Kiyoshi was very weak. The greatest contributor to this was probably Nohara Kyoko. Her feelings for Uesugi Kiyoshi were very sincere, even devout. The power of faith that was transmitted through the starlight threads was very clear.