I became the Lord of the Eternal World in Tokyo.

Uesugi Tetsu lowered his head and watched Tsuchiya Yuu, who, because he wasn't using a sword, became even more agile when facing the kusarigama.

He saw Kasahara Yasukatsu being forced to retreat as he clashed his diamond-hard fists directly with the sickle blade.

For a time, they actually gained the upper hand.

Even Uesugi Tetsu wasn't very optimistic about Tsuchiya Yu.

Even the most skilled masters of martial arts must admit that there is indeed a high wall between unarmed combat and armed combat.

call!call!call!

Inside the arena, a fierce wind howled, whipped up by the fists.

"Hahaha! Come on! Let's fight!"

Tsuchiya Yu laughed loudly, his whole body bursting with qi, completely unconcerned as the scythe slashed his body, leaving one scarlet gash after another.

Moving forward step by step.

He felt his blood surging within him, and the connection between his internal energy circulation and his physical body was closer than ever before.

His intuition was right!

From the moment Tsuchiya Yu stepped into the arena and saw Kasahara Yasunari's eyes, he knew that this was the battle he wanted!

One punch, one punch, and another punch.

Even as the blood flowed more and more, the speed of his punches only increased, which was simply unreasonable.

Tsuchiya Yuu increasingly slammed his fists into the back of the scythe with increasing precision, and even the mere gust of wind from his fists at close range was enough to slightly tear apart Kasahara Yasunari's guts.

The fight will end in an instant if a few punches land squarely.

As the battle progressed, some voices emerged from the audience that were completely different from those at the beginning.

"Are all people in this world this cruel...?"

"It seems that the Hojo clan is destined to lose their first battle."

"Is that all Bai Bei is? He can't even beat a real person with bare hands? I think everyone except Huang Bei can go home and drink milk!"

Even the most talkative little demons could see that Tsuchiya Yuu had actually gained the upper hand.

"wrong."

Uesugi Tetsu frowned: "Kasahara is waiting."

As an observer, Uesugi Tetsuya, with his discerning eye, was able to clearly discern from the details that Kasahara was waiting for an opportunity.

And at this opportune moment...

Tsuchiya Yu's momentum was compressed and accumulated with each punch, until it converged into a single point the moment he forced Kasahara Yasukatsu to the edge of the arena!

Its momentum is overwhelming, and its blazing light is dazzling!

The moment he had longed for, the moment of breakthrough after thousands of days and nights, had finally arrived!

Uesugi Tetsu's pupils suddenly contracted—yes, this was the perfect opportunity!

Kasahara Yasunari has been waiting patiently from the beginning until now, just to see Tsuchiya Yu break through before his eyes.

Feeling the long-awaited ascent of life's higher levels, Tsuchiya Yu couldn't help but burst into laughter, raising his gleaming silver fist towards Kasahara Yasukatsu, who was standing right in front of him.

"Lord Kasahara! I should thank you for almost killing me..."

Kasahara Yasukatsu's eyes remained completely still.

In a split second, the man called Bai Bei pulled a short flintlock pistol from the dark crevice and aimed it steadily at the open mouth in front of him.

Pull the trigger.

After a short "bang".

Tsuchiya Yu's words, his momentum, his life—all came to an abrupt end.

The headless, robust corpse swayed twice before collapsing heavily to the ground.

The barrier at the edge of the arena then disappeared.

The audience, which had been making a ruckus and even attempting to fight, suddenly fell silent.

Tamamo's face paled, and her cheering gesture froze.

In the eyes of the teacher, the world was as calm as a still well.

Akiyama Ming gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly.

Uesugi Tetsu gazed at this scene and silently closed his eyes.

—If Tsuchiya Yu had been a little more cautious, the outcome might have been completely different.

He stared at Kasahara Yasunari, who was bowing deeply to Tsuchiya Yu's corpse before leaving, and sighed.

But the current situation may be precisely what "Bai Bei" orchestrated after seeing through everything about Tsuchiya Yu.

The Hojo family's Five-Colored Armor truly lives up to its reputation.

"—Just as I thought, the people of this world are meant to be kicked to death by us."

"I can't bear to watch, I can't bear to watch, the ending is a foregone conclusion!"

"In my opinion, this big, clumsy guy who came on the field is actually not bad!"

Look at the other two, one is so thin and weak, and the other is even less imposing than our pretty boy... Hehe, I wonder how that old man chose them.”

Seeing that the outcome was already decided, the little demons who had been choked up before started to make a ruckus again with their heads held high—only in the city of disorder would they dare to speak like this.

In the mortal world, if these demons dared to utter another word, they would be sent down to join their nine clansmen from a hundred years ago.

Kasahara Yasunari slowly walked back to Kitahara Ujiyasu, whose expression had remained unchanged throughout, and bowed his head.

"My lord, I have not failed in my mission."

"Lord Kasahara, you've had a hard time. Please have a seat." The young man with a smile on his lips waved his fan and looked at the shortest old man in black armor. "Lord Duomu, you will be the one to fight in the second battle."

"Hehe, this old man obeys."

The bald old man gave a dry laugh, took out an iron cane, and limped into the arena.

Then, he spat twice at the spot where Tsuchiya Yu had just fallen, and stomped on it twice, mocking, "A brainless idiot with nothing but muscles in his head, utterly useless."

Uesugi Che narrowed his eyes.

He knew this was a psychological tactic employed by the opponent.

Knowing is one thing... but based on this warning label that doesn't even have a blood-red color, Uesugi Tetsuya could crush this old man under his feet without even drawing his sword.

"Brother Uesugi, please let me go first."

A hand with distinct knuckles blocked Uesugi Tetsuya's path. Akiyama Mei calmly looked directly at him and said, "I will cut off the head of this Black Guard and stomp on it in that spot."

Seeing that Uesugi Tetsu was about to speak, Akiyama Mitsuyoshi added,

"If things cannot be accomplished, I will retreat."

He straightened up and nodded his chin at Uesugi Tetsuya.

"When that time comes, the real burden will fall on your shoulders, Uesugi-san."

Having said that, Akiyama Mitsuyoshi drew his katana and tachi from his waist.

"I'm going."

"come on."

Looking at that resolute back, Uesugi Tetsuya could only utter these words.

He recalled the determination in Tsuchiya Yu and Akiyama Mei's eyes and couldn't help but lower his gaze.

Human awareness is such a troublesome thing...

Without these things, he would never have let Akiyama Miyo do as he pleased.

Now that the die is cast, all we can do is wait and see.

……

Akiyama Mitsuhiro and the black-clad, Tadame Mototada, fought fiercely for nearly an hour.

The former successfully broke through the enemy's defenses, but was accidentally cut by the latter's kunai coated with poison. He was unable to kill the latter for a full ten minutes and had no choice but to leave the arena and admit defeat.

With one arm missing and one eye blind, Multi-Eyed Yuanzhong laughed wildly.

"You talked so nicely before you came up, but you still ran away like a rat, didn't you?"

The old man looked enlightened.

"So, it was just a spineless shrimp!"

On the arena, Mototada, disregarding his own injuries, repeatedly used vicious words to mock Uesugi Tetsuya, who was the last person to enter the arena.

"The stage is huge! The stage is huge!"

"Hehe! Our mortal world is much more powerful than the real world!"

The little demons also danced and sang, expressing their joy at the failure of the mortals.

A samurai from the Edo period glanced at the group of lesser demons with disgust, silently commenting to himself.

"If it were one of the younger generation's elites from the three major families of the modern world, they might have a chance to win, but this person..."

The samurai, who hadn't sensed any powerful aura, shook his head.

"Forget it, this is three out of five colors."

If the recovery period hadn't been so short, they would probably already be transforming into ghosts and gods.

In the waiting war zone.

Uesugi Tetsu yawned expressionlessly: "Looks like this maggot values ​​me quite a bit."

"That's just their nature; they're insidious and cautious."

Teacher's College representative also remained calm.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Young friend Uesugi, it's good that I chose you back then."

"Lord Saionji, don't let Akiyama-kun really be poisoned to death." Uesugi Tetsu waved his hand and stepped into the arena. "I'm going in."

Looking at Duomu Mototada, who hadn't retreated because he wanted to test Uesugi Tetsuya's strength, Shihan Dai suddenly smiled coldly.

“Young Uesugi…come and show these natives who have lived hundreds of years ago the world.”

"hold head high."

He took two steps to stand in front of Duomu Yuanzhong, who had been laughing wildly just moments before but had now immediately shut his mouth.

Uesugi Tetsu raised an eyebrow, asking in confusion,

"What, not smiling anymore?"

Chapter 240 One Kick to Death, a Complete and utter Crushing Strike! [Deep Space Online], Live Broadcast Begins!

Mototada Domuro stopped laughing.

He furrowed his sparse white eyebrows solemnly, his only remaining cloudy eye fixed on Uesugi Tetsuya, who was staring at him indifferently.

—When did this guy get here?

Why do I have absolutely no recollection of this?

Mototada flipped through his memories from back to front and discovered that Uesugi Tetsu had actually traveled from the waiting area to his current location in the blink of an eye.

But this guy...

The Black Guard among the Five Colors Guards couldn't sense any aura of a powerful figure from this young man.

Let alone a strongman, in the eyes of Mototada, this young man with a crimson sword at his waist was no different from the lowest-ranking foot soldiers that could be found anywhere in the army.

From any perspective, it was incredibly weak.

Can someone with light feet travel tens of meters in a single step?

A chilling feeling rose from the end of Mototada's spine.

Something's not right. Something doesn't feel right.