Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

But why did this kid rush over with a sharp blade in his hand at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye? ?

Is this a human or a ghost?!

The man in black was also a seasoned gunman. He did not stand there in a daze. He even gave up his meal and quickly rushed to the rooftop behind the residential building. He did not intend to take the stairs as that would be too slow.

Taking out a grappling lasso from his waist and fixing it on the roof, the man in black jumped up, intending to quickly descend to the bottom of the building and then run away.

His modified motorcycle was parked nearby. Even if this kid could run faster, could he outrun the motor?

As for counterattack, forget it!

How to fight back against a monster that can't be killed even by armor-piercing bullets?

He was just a sniper and he didn't have any extraordinary powers. Although he had taken the lives of many extraordinary people with his long-range sniping skills, asking him to confront an extraordinary person head-on would be like asking him to die.

The skills of this man in black are quite good compared to ordinary people, almost like the secret agents in the movies. It took him less than five seconds to descend from the roof of the sixth floor to the bottom.

But as soon as his leather boots touched the ground, he knew something was wrong.

There was a whistling sound of wind behind me, accompanied by the sharp sound of swords breaking through the air.

He also came from the underworld, so this voice was very familiar to him.

Faced with the threat of death, the man in black's body reacted instinctively. He turned around, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and moved his body sideways, trying to avoid the knife behind him that he knew was coming with great force from the sound.

His movements were standard and his thinking was correct, but it was too slow.

His right hand just touched the pistol at his waist, and he was secretly happy, wanting to draw the gun and shoot - this was his specialty, and it took him less than a second from drawing the gun to delivering the bullet into the enemy's body.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the gun from his waist.

He turned his head with some confusion, and was horrified to find that his right arm had been broken at the shoulder. The hand holding the pistol fell weakly to the ground, splattering blood.

Then, severe pain came from the wound, and his face was distorted in pain.

Before he could recover from the pain of his broken arm, Uesugi Kiyoshi, who was rushing towards him, unceremoniously kneed the man in black in the chest, smashing him directly against the wall of the residential building.

The man in black screamed in agony as the flying knee hit his stomach. His hard sternum shattered and his eyes rolled up, revealing large areas of white, making people wonder if he was dead.

He turned around and landed lightly, then Uesugi Kiyoshi thrust the wakizashi in his hand through the black-clothed man's left hand and nailed him to the wall.

Uesugi Kiyoshi held the knife and ripped off the mask of the man in black, revealing his rather ordinary middle-aged face. His tone was as cold as the chill wind blowing from the underworld.

"Who are you, who sent you, and why did you attack me?"

"I told you, I'll make you die quickly!"

The man in black had his right arm cut off, his left arm seriously injured, his sternum shattered, and his body severely injured. He became a cripple in an instant.

But he was quite sensible.

He used his immense willpower to suppress the pain throughout his body and forced a smile.

"I'm a killer, I'm paid to do this job, and I have no grudge against you."

"You don't have to take it out on me, it's useless!"

"Who is the employer? Only I know!"

"You let me go!"

"Just promise to let me go! I'll tell you everything!"

His voice was hoarse from shouting, and he tried his best to look sincere and pleading at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Who wants to die when you can live?

Uesugi Kiyoshi tilted his head and gave a cold smile.

The next second, he pulled out the wakizashi, raised his hand and slashed with the knife, and a head flew out. Under the action of the blood pressure in the carotid artery, a fountain of blood rushed into the sky, staining Uesugi Kiyoshi's face with a few bright blood flowers, which were quickly washed away by the rain.

Reaching out and grabbing the flying head in his palm, Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head in disdain at the black-clothed man's confused face and still moving lips.

"Did not say?"

"Forget it if you don't tell me."

"I'll check your face. Isn't it the same?"

Chapter 68 Danger of Sinking

Uesugi Kiyoshi held a sharp blade in one hand and a human head in the other. His face was hideous and his smile was weird and bloody.

The anger in his heart never subsided.

This feeling is very complicated. There is anger at one's own carelessness, hatred towards the man in black, fear of death, and fear of escaping death.

It is no exaggeration to say that today may be the day when Uesugi Kiyoshi's negative emotions are the highest.

After traveling through time, he has been practicing martial arts without any slackness. He dares to take risks just to obtain a little bit of extraordinary information and the mirage of demon souls. Why?

In order to gain more power, in order to survive well in this complicated world.

But the person in front of him almost made his dream come to nothing.

Uesugi Kiyoshi has an ability similar to resurrection, but this does not mean that he despises death. He has a clear mind - the card game is not his own power.

The source and principle of this power are unknown and he cannot fully grasp it.

He is willing to use the Hundred Tales cards to enhance his strength, but he does not completely believe in and rely on these cards.

What if something goes wrong when hearing the cards? Wouldn't he die on the spot?

When a person dies, everything is gone!

Uesugi Qing exhaled a breath and walked towards his apartment building step by step in a daze.

The heavy rain showed no signs of abating and the sky looked even less likely to clear up.

On the side of the main road, there were scattered corpses of men in black. This was all Kagura's masterpiece.

All the shops on the entire street had closed their doors. Some curious residents secretly observed the gang fight from the windows, but when they saw Uesugi Kiyoshi wandering the street like a perverted murderer, they all shrank their heads back in fear.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was unaware of the attention he was receiving.

There was something wrong with him right now.

His eyes were bloodshot and a lead-gray mist was moving in his pupils, obscuring the originally bright light. The mist looked very similar to Uesugi Kiyoshi's mirage.

There was no emotion in his eyes anymore. The strong smell of blood and the moisture from the rain rushed into his nostrils, causing him to feel an inexplicable surge of bloodthirsty and violent impulses.

He has killed quite a few lives today.

But he wanted more.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's remaining sanity was struggling tenaciously. He did not want to succumb to this violent murderous intent. He did not want to become a beast that only knew how to kill.

He was not unfamiliar with this situation. He had experienced it once when he was at Yokota's house.

Because he absorbed a large amount of mirage energy at that time, his mind became unclear and he became unable to control himself.

Later, after talking with Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Uesugi Kiyoshi figured out what this state was.

This is "sinking".

When a transcendent person is under some kind of tremendous mental pressure, his soul is on the verge of collapse, and he can no longer keep his original heart, his soul will fall into a state of "sinking".

The extraordinary people who enter this state will become irritable, unreasonable, and easily bewitched by the illusions of ghosts and gods, and become the target of ghosts and gods.

Even if he is lucky and is not targeted by ghosts or gods, misfortune will still happen when his spirit is stretched to the limit.

The dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon.

The extraordinary people will be driven by this urge to kill, lose themselves and become new "ghosts and gods".

Absorbing the mirage energy seemed to be the culprit that brought burden to his soul, but if he wanted to become stronger in a short period of time, the fastest way was to use the mirage energy and the Hundred Stories Card.

In fact, under normal circumstances, he should not be so fragile, but after experiencing the intersection of life and death today, his defenses were broken for a moment, and coupled with the impact of the unwillingness and hatred in the mirage of the blue and red ghosts, the result became this situation.

"Ah, I have to rush back to Kyoko. She should be able to cure this mental depression."

“She was the one who pulled me back last time.”

He had just tried the "Healing Light" of "Yingcao", but this was the first time that Baiwen Card had hit a wall in this world.

It's useless. The healing light can only heal physical wounds and has no effect on the fallen soul.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes were somewhat confused and painful. He had never felt that the way home was so long. Every time he took a step, he felt his legs were extremely heavy, as if he would fall down at the next moment.

"Can I make it until I get home?"

His head became increasingly dizzy, and Uesugi Kiyoshi staggered, barely able to stand steady by holding onto the wall. He was staggering, and the knife in his hand and the head of the man in black that he had cut off were thrown to the ground.

Waves of dizziness surged in his mind, and the world seemed to be moving away from him. Countless low whispers rang in his ears, as if they were going to pull his soul out.

The sound of raindrops hitting the eaves was like a rhythmic lullaby. Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyelids grew heavy, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but the world was blurry and nothing was clear. The dark streets were crowded with countless shadowy figures. These people whizzed past with eerie smiles on their faces, as if laughing at his own powerlessness.

"Ah, why do I see this kind of thing? Are there ghosts and gods in the dream world using illusions to influence me?"

"I don't want to die here!"

The strong desire to survive that suddenly erupted in his heart made Uesugi Kiyoshi pick up the wakizashi on the ground and cut his left arm hard.

The blood beads formed a line and rushed out one after another.

The intense pain made him clear-minded for a moment.

Then, as he looked somewhat difficult, the door of a shop on the side of the road creaked open.

A small white umbrella first caught his eye, and a pair of small and simple women's canvas shoes came stepping on the rain and stopped leisurely in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi.

At the same time, there was an indescribable fragrance coming from the air. It wasn't the smell of perfume. If I had to say it, it was sandalwood?

The person in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his umbrella slightly, glanced at him calmly, stretched out his fair little hand, and stuffed an old-looking thermos cup into his hand.

There is no doubt that this is a woman.

She was neither tall nor short, with thin shoulders. She was wearing an ordinary shirt and jeans. She didn't look very old, probably around sixteen or seventeen years old.

She had pretty facial features, and although her face was not absolutely beautiful, she had a gentleness that made people feel at ease, especially when she smiled, as if she had poured out all the tenderness in the world.

Well, the only flaw is that this girl has a pair of frivolous fox eyes.

This diluted the tenderness on her face a little, but Uesugi Kiyoshi looked very kind.

This is what he looked like when he practiced his social smile in front of the mirror.