Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Upon seeing Narumi Shingo's figure, Yamamoto Yu's pupils visibly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

"Lord of Arakawa! Aren't you dead?!"

".hateful!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored the madman Yamamoto Yu, and quickly walked to Kudo Yuichi's side, leaned down slightly, and frowned, saying, "You're injured. Are you alright?"

“I told you, I’ll come with you after I’ve dealt with things over there. Why take such a risk?”

"You've suffered, haven't you?"

Kudo Yuichi waved his hand dismissively.

“Hey, Qing, I can’t just stand by and watch these people go to their deaths. As a collector, I have to protect them. Those police officers from the Yamamoto faction and the neutral faction are also human beings. They haven’t committed any major crimes. They shouldn’t be controlled and used by Yamamoto Yu.”

"Don't talk about that, it's a minor injury. Look, isn't the result good now?"

"It's your turn to step in, hero!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head helplessly, turned around again, and stared at Yamamoto Yu with eyes full of anger.

His temper seemed to have become somewhat irritable, and the sight of Kudo Yuichi covered in blood touched a nerve and crossed his bottom line.

"Look what you've done!"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure flashed.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade struck.

Before Yamamoto could react, his newly healed tentacles were severed at the waist, followed by a series of sword strikes that pierced his chest. With a twist and a spin, the sword shattered his fragile heart.

That wasn't the end of it. Enraged, Uesugi Kiyoshi turned around and swung his sword again. Half of the head, half alive and half dead, flew into the air with a look of resentment, before falling to the ground.

The headless body swayed a few times before finally collapsing.

With a cold snort, Uesugi Kiyoshi sheathed his sword and turned around, but after taking only a few steps, his ears twitched and he suddenly turned back.

Then he saw something unbelievable.

Flesh and blood writhed, and a purplish-black mist gathered into a ball, enveloping Yamamoto Yu's body. Countless small snakes plunged into the mist one after another.

Within seconds, the fog dissipated.

Completely transformed, Yamamoto Yu reappeared before everyone like a reborn version of himself.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression remained unchanged; he simply gave an interested "Oh."

Then came even faster swords and blades.

Yamamoto Yu might be able to act tough in front of those superhuman police officers, but he's not much of a match for Uesugi Kiyoshi, who has already slain multiple gods and has Onikiri in his hand.

Not to mention that there was also the Lord of Arakawa in charge.

This sword can even slay the god he worships.

What is a foolish believer?

The flashes of blades were like a full moon, dense and continuous.

Narumi Shingo watched the commotion and suddenly clicked his tongue in a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Because he remembered the chef's knife skills when cutting vegetables.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's swift sword strike this time was not flashy; he simply used the basic techniques of the Raito sword, emphasizing "speed" and "ruthlessness."

He was less like chopping people and more like cutting vegetables; he just wanted to chop Yamamoto Yu to pieces.

In Chinese parlance, it's called "finely chopping the meat sauce," and the final product is similar to dumpling filling.

After a long ten seconds, Uesugi Kiyoshi took two steps back, flicked the blood off his sword, tilted his head, and seemed somewhat satisfied with his masterpiece.

Even some of the police officers present, who had witnessed gruesome crime scenes, couldn't help but look pale and gag.

What's a little hard to accept is that the pile of minced meat in front of them was, just seconds before, a living human being.

Now that things have come to this, Uesugi Kiyoshi has no qualms about going to extremes.

He snapped his fingers, and a fiery ghostly hand silently appeared, pressing down and pinning down the mass of minced meat.

The ghostly flames of purgatory burned fiercely, and a few seconds later, the aroma of meat wafted out, causing the officers present to change color, their faces turning green, and they all held their breath.

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded in satisfaction, then turned and shrugged at Kudo Yuichi.

"Done and call it a day."

"I'm telling you, Yuichi, you're way too weak. Your abilities are clearly very strong. Seeing through people's hearts and manipulating time are huge help in battle."

"How about it? Want to learn swordsmanship from me so you won't get beaten up so badly?"

"I have recently gained new insights into swordsmanship, and my skills have improved even further than before."

Kudo Yuichi interrupted his friend helplessly.

"Are you so eager to attract business for the dojo? Let's talk about this later, I'm not good at sports."

"Take a look behind you first."

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned around with some doubt, he didn't quite believe that Yamamoto Yu could be reborn again.

Power has its limits. No matter how strong your regenerative ability is, you can't regenerate a human from a pile of roasted meat, right?

What came into view were not snakes; the small snakes had stopped wriggling and lost their vitality after Yamamoto Yu's sudden death.

What came into view was a cloud of dark purple mist, which shifted and solidified into a strange shadow in its mouth.

It vaguely resembled a Deep One, but its head, arms, and legs were covered with several winding tentacles that flailing wildly. If one had to describe it, it would be like an octopus with a head that was replaced by a fish-man's head full of angles and sharp teeth.

The deep voice seemed to come from an endless abyss; it was not any language in the world, yet it resonated in the hearts of everyone present.

"mortal."

"How dare you?"

"Disobeying God's will!"

The deafening sound made many of the police officers present turn pale, their expressions becoming strange and ferocious, their faces contorted in a grimace.

They have already been affected, with just one sentence.

"Is this... the descent of a god?"

"No, it has no body; it should just be a projection."

"Where did he project from? From a dream? Or...the real world?"

"Hydra has indeed died at my hands. This is...Dagon?"

Thoughts raced through his mind. Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced around, his brows furrowed.

He wasn't afraid of this thing, but those mortals clearly couldn't withstand these devilish words.

Without hesitation, Uesugi Kiyoshi roared.

"Shut up!"

"You dare call yourself a god?"

"Hydra has already been slain by my sword. Are you to be the next one? The father of the Deep Ones, the outsider named Dagon?!"

He immediately recognized the dark figure's identity, which clearly caused its momentum to falter.

Uesugi Kiyoshi pressed his advantage.

"I don't know where you are, nor do I know what your purpose is."

"Whether in a dream or at sea."

"Just stay put in your little corner and don't cause any trouble, and I'll pretend you don't exist."

"Tokyo is not a place where you can run wild!"

"You want to rule this place? The extraordinary beings aren't all dead yet!"

“Remember this: I will cut off the claws you extend, I will destroy the faith you infiltrate, and I will annihilate all the believers you send over.”

"You're unlucky to have run into me!"

"My name is Uesugi Kiyoshi. Remember this name. One day, I will personally chop off your head, just like I chopped off the nine heads of your [spouse]!"

"Now. Get out of here!"

Having finished speaking, he drew his sword.

The Onikiri, burning with mirage-like flames, gave the dark figure no further chance to speak.

One horizontal line and one vertical line, a cross is formed.

Dagon's projection roared and vanished into thin air.

The boy's resounding voice was like a ray of light piercing through the dark clouds, dazzlingly bright.

The phantom of the god completely collapsed. Uesugi Kiyoshi sheathed his sword and stood there, his eyes seemingly surging with sword energy, without the slightest hesitation.

With a casual strike, the dragon was slain; this game of chess played in the rain has finally come to an end.

Chapter 242 Dividing the spoils

Although the book is long, everything actually happened in the blink of an eye.

At least in Kudo Yu's eyes, breaking down the door, killing people twice, intimidating the gods, and destroying their incarnations all happened within a minute.

He stood up with some difficulty, patted the bloodstains off his body, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This feels really good. Kudo Yuichi is not exactly a fighter; his main job is actually planning and commanding.

Since meeting Uesugi Kiyoshi, it's like he's had a trump card up his sleeve, making him invincible. This friend has never let him down.

For example, today, he wasn't without a last-ditch effort.

Kudo Yuichi is a detective, not a gambler.

He is Edogawa Ranpo's linker, but not his actor; he is his successor, inheriting the detective writer's ability to see into people's hearts and know good and evil.

But whenever he wants, he can spontaneously enter a role-playing state, perfectly simulating Edogawa Ranpo's temperament and habits. At that time, his abilities will skyrocket, and he will possess considerable combat power.

The price is... losing your "self".