Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

"The sneak attack is too obvious..."

As if he had eyes on his back, he used a set of "Six Moves of Qiankun" and punched a woman behind him on the chin, knocking her off the stage.

"Heresy, die!"

The woman fell down, revealing another man holding a bench in his hand...

"Aren't people living in this world always heretics to each other?"

Facing the bench that was smashing down angrily, Xia Fan smiled coldly, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward and rushed into the other party's arms...

"Ugh!!!"

His shoulders and elbows shook repeatedly with great force, turning into a violent storm that madly slammed into the man's weak abdomen, causing a bloody liquid to gush out of his throat!

With a wave of his hands and a move, Xia Fan used the "Eighteen Styles of Qiankun" and knocked down the first few people who came to him with ruthless and freehand movements.

"Although this Qiankun Fist is good, it is a bit dirty..."

After scanning the crowd for a moment, Xia Fan stepped over the man who had fallen to the ground, and strode lightly off the stage...

This caused several believers who rushed onto the stage to miss the target.

"Well, this is barely handy..."

Bending down and feeling the waists of the fallen agents, Xia Fan found two thick black metal sticks in his hands.

"A heretic who hides his head but shows his tail..."

"Suffer death!!!"

At the same time, several strong middle-aged men, leading the dozens of pagans, followed along the aisle of the auditorium...

"..."

Xia Fan had no intention of dodging, he just bent forward and knelt, with the two short sticks crossed and hanging down to his waist. He looked like a warrior about to draw his sword, with a murderous aura rising from him.

"Humph……"

The moment those men approached, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he swung his arms forward...

With a "swish" sound, the two short sticks in his hands suddenly popped out into three metal sections.

The two metal sticks suddenly became longer and were chopped out by Xia Fan like long swords. With the sound of breaking through the air, they drew a trajectory in the air that was difficult to see with the naked eye!

"Crack...crack...crack..."

"what!"

"Well!"

The men who attacked head-on had no time to react and fell to the ground amid the sounds of breaking bones and screaming.

Chapter 341: Hundreds of Killers

2024-07-13

"It's a pity that it's not sharpened, but it's still okay as a wooden sword."

Holding the stick in both hands hanging at his sides, Xia Fan, who was unharmed, licked the corner of his mouth bloodthirstily.

The two short sticks he took from the agent are called "Tactical Telescopic Batons". Their invention can be traced back to Germany during the war. They are currently widely used by law enforcement agencies and personal defense around the world.

This weapon is known for its portability, strong lethality, and sturdy texture. It even has a set of special methods for swinging it to build up momentum.

However, Xia Fan used it purely as a "wooden sword".

The miserable fate of the strongest men made the believers who were originally running behind and worried about "not having enough meat" stop hesitantly.

After all, from the chase on the stage to off the stage, Xia Fan had knocked down seven or eight people in a row without even a scratch.

"No need to be afraid, this heretic is just one person!"

"That's right. If there are dozens of us attacking together, even if he has a few more sticks, two fists will still be no match for four hands!"

But the next second, the fanatical belief in my heart turned the fear that humans instinctively felt into shame...

"With the protection of the gods of Amabie, we are fearless and invincible!"

More than a dozen men grabbed fire extinguishers, folding stools, microphone stands, camera stabilizers and other items that were within reach and used them as weapons, and surrounded Xia Fan...

And the few women on the periphery also quietly moved towards Xia Fan's back...

"Tsk, Ms. Jizi, if you want to play, I'll play by your rules..."

The black rain fell, Xia Fan raised his chin with disdain, lowered his eyes and glanced at the approaching believers, without any intention of retreating...

"But first of all..."

"With these three-legged cats, it would be useless even if we had a hundred more."

He lowered his center of gravity, bent his knees and stepped on the heavy water, and the two tactical telescopic batons in his hands turned into afterimages...

Kagura Izumo Sword Dance!

"So... so fast..."

The moment the two sides were close to each other, Xia Fan's figure turned into a flash of lightning, swiftly passing through the crowd...

The stick came out like a dragon, with the force of a tiger's wind, and swept through the air at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, shattering the dripping black water droplets and bringing about crackling sounds of torn flesh and shattered bones.

A bloody storm blew up in the audience seats, and spots of crimson scattered on the ground and solidified in the flowing black water.

"This guy...his stick skills are so scary...no, it's more like sword skills..."

Under Ji Zi's incredulous eyes, dozens of fanatics fearlessly swarmed towards Xia Fan, like moths to a flame, not even being able to touch the corner of his clothes, and lost their ability to move under the heavy blows of the iron rods...

At this moment, the three gods' protections, [Tentoku Puppet], [Kagura Izumo Sword Dance], and [Naked Body], work together, and the [Noh Mask] gives "Man'yo Kazama" a cruel personality...

Xia Fan directly transforms into the "hundred-man slayer warrior" in the period drama, who is highly skilled in swordsmanship, ruthless, and cold-blooded.

Wherever he passed, figures with twisted and deformed limbs fell to the ground wailing, which reminded people of the wheat being harvested in autumn.

"How, how could this be, is this guy a monster?!"

Seeing their companions fall one by one, the remaining dozen or so female believers who were still planning to "attack from behind" had already lost the courage to charge...

"It would be naive to think of escaping now."

Instead, Xia Fan held his two sticks at his sides and chased after them slowly, breaking their legs and feet one by one without any mercy.

"do not move……"

"That's it!"

Suddenly, a man's panicked warning sounded behind Xia Fan.

"This is the victory that God has bestowed upon us..."

Turning back, he noticed that several believers were holding metallic pistols in their hands, with twisted smiles on their faces, tremblingly pointing them at him...

Obviously, while the others were being "mowed down" by Xia Fan, they found these firearms on the agents.

"Well done, Lord Amabie will be particularly pleased to use the followers of other gods as living sacrifices!"

Jizi on the stage finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Victory... it's too early to say..."

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Xia Fan sank down and suddenly disappeared from the sight of those men...

He leaned forward as close to the ground as possible, and with the cover of the seats in the audience, he rushed in front of several people in just one second.

"not good……"

"You are asking for death!"

With bloodshot eyes, the men pulled the trigger hard as if they had encountered a demon!

"Ka... Ka..."

There was a sound of some kind of mechanical jam, but the bullet did not fire from the muzzle as expected...

"Idiot, you guys probably don't know how to open insurance..."

Xia Fan's cold voice was close at hand. He hit several people's arms fiercely with iron rods. The pistols that had not yet been unhooked were spinning and flying into the air...

"Uhhhhhh!"

"Hand...my hand..."

Amidst the clear and crisp sounds, several people raised their arms that were twisted at angles that were not human-like, and let out belated wails.

"Thank you for the reminder... Die!!!"

The last fanatic who was still standing trembled and pulled the safety pin, then pulled the trigger at Xia Fan who was three meters away...

"Oh?"

Watching the opponent's movements, Xia Fan's pupils shrank like needles. He instinctively turned sideways and swung the two sticks in his hands forward...

"Oh!"

"Ding!"

The roar of gunfire resounded throughout the studio. Xia Fan's telescopic stick slashed out, creating a dazzling spark amid the crisp sound of metal...

"How, how is it possible..."

"How can you see the bullet?!"

Before the smoke of gunpowder cleared, the man's distracted eyes inexplicably swept over the unharmed Xia Fan and fell to his feet...

There, half of a flat bullet had just landed on the ground with a ding-dong, still bouncing weakly.

This reminded him of the kendo masters who cut down BB bullets that he had seen in NHK documentaries.

"At this distance, there's no need to see clearly... Just block the direction of your gun's shooting."

Xia Fan's voice rang in his ears, and the ferocious iron rod left an afterimage, turning the man's vision and mind into darkness.

"It's over. Your game of hide and seek is over."

Walking through the "audience" that was wailing in pain and losing their ability to move, Xia Fan lowered his head and walked towards the stage where Ji Zi was...

"How could it be... there are a hundred of them... useless guys..."

"Which god is behind this kid?"

In just ten minutes, a hundred fanatics were "annihilated" by Xia Fan's two sticks, which made Ji Zi feel unreal, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Stop, don't come over here!"

When she came to her senses, she found that Xia Fan was standing on the edge of the stage again, and she hurriedly grabbed Yayoi Tsukishima's neck.

Chapter 342: A Feast for Your God

2024-07-13

"What do you plan to do next, Your Excellency?"

Xia Fan "obediently" stopped.

Even though he had the blessing of the gods, he was still sweating all over and his breathing was inevitably a little rapid after knocking down a hundred people with two telescopic sticks.

The bangs soaked with sweat hung down in front of her forehead, covering her beautiful eyes...

But his gaze, filled with a hint of murderous intent, was irresistibly fixed on Ji Zi's every move.

"Play... who played with you..."

"If you want her to survive, then you should obediently break your own limbs and fulfill your duty as a 'living sacrifice'..."

Ji Zi's face was stern, his black nails dug deeply into Yayoi Yue's fair skin, but his heart felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Xia Fan's ruthless and indifferent performance is completely different from his performance on the Internet and on stage, making people feel surprised as if "the villain's true face has been revealed".

Now, she had no confidence at all that the other party would give up resistance for the sake of the "hostages" in their hands.

“No…no…don’t…”

Yayoi Tsuki, who was held in Jizi's arms, struggled to squeeze out a few weak syllables from her throat.

After suffering a cerebral infarction caused by the Amabie Scale, her mind became confused and her body and tongue were out of control, but she still had a general understanding of what was happening in the outside world.