Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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As expected of a building infested with evil spirits, it seems this entire building could become the lair of the Juyin Shouwu.

A den... no, it's an invitation to a trap.

Dou Tang's fierce and triumphant laugh

He held the sword hilt, covered the scabbard and sword pouch, and went to meet them.

"kill him!!"

"Roar!!"

Dou Tang laughed heartily, his eyes blazing with blue flames, like a wildfire spreading across the land!

With a gust of wind, the sword sheath in his hand slashed down fiercely!

………………

The dark night has arrived, and the entire Shinjuku district is shrouded in a fierce storm. This is probably the last heavy rain of late autumn. Every autumn rain brings a chill, and after this rain, Tokyo will usher in another winter.

But whether it's the changing seasons or the passage of time, it has nothing to do with Shinjuku tonight.

Countless men in suits and bald thugs ran through the streets, taking advantage of the thunderstorm to rush into houses, screams and battle cries mingling together, flowing into the night with blood.

Building after building, black iron guns clashed with silver clubs, delinquents vented their anger at the disruption of their neighborhoods, and yakuza vented their hatred for the chaos in their jurisdictions on their enemies...

The fighting and the struggle, the unusual sounds, were swallowed up by the long night and forgotten.

Dou Tang, however, stared wide-eyed as he stepped into the elevator.

The corridor outside the elevator was filled with people lying down.

Looking at the camera inside the elevator, Dou Tang slowly raised one hand and waved at the camera.

Evil spirits, come forth!

Let ordinary people fight their battles; it's time to create a battlefield for you and me.

Chapter 47 Unrivaled Swordsman

Dou Tang entered the elevator and tried to press the button for the top floor, but found that all the buttons were not working. Of the 30 floors in the building, he could only press the button for the 19th floor.

Based on his perception of the evil spirit, it should be on the top floor... which means that Dou Tang can only walk to the 30th floor after reaching the 19th floor.

So he's a coward.

Dou Tang lowered his eyes in disappointment and pressed the button for the 19th floor.

"Ding……"

The elevator went up, and the elevator car was very quiet. Apart from the sound of the elevator running, there was nothing else. It was just ordinary quiet.

However, as the floors continued to rise, the atmosphere inside the elevator car gradually became oppressive. It wasn't that something had happened inside the elevator car, but rather that the elevator itself had entered a depressing area.

This is undoubtedly the "main camp" where the sound of the sound is completely lost.

The air carried a faint, decaying, and fading scent, which only Dou Tang could detect.

"Ding."

The 19th floor has arrived.

Dou Tang threw down the sword pouch, tied the longsword to his waist, and looked straight ahead.

Two gleaming silver elevator doors slowly opened, revealing several pairs of scarlet eyes behind them.

Dou Tang still remembered what Xing Yiren had said in the car.

"Kiryu-kun, please go all out. No matter how many people you hurt, the Morning Star Group will clean up the mess."

"For the sake of peace and tranquility in the streets, there are many people in the group who have been preparing for today."

If they were to kill these humans, consumed by resentment, how would the Morning Star Group exonerate themselves?

Dou Tang only thought about it briefly before putting it out of his mind.

This is not the time to think about those things.

Forward, forward!

He strode out of the elevator, and as he moved forward, the headless lackeys silently retreated.

Those eyes, as bright as red candles, were filled with madness and bloodlust, overflowing with an arrogant desire for destruction.

But Dou Tang's blue eyes were even more terrifying. His eyes, which eroded the real world, left obvious blue streaks as he moved, and those lights lingered in the air for a few seconds before slowly disappearing.

"Pap tap tap tap..."

Dou Tang could hear the heavy rain pounding against the glass exterior wall outside.

The corridor was teeming with people amidst torrential rain, cold, noise, and darkness. Everything before Dou Tang's eyes told him one thing: Tokyo was in such chaos and disorder that even a monster like him from another world could not hold back.

Dou Tang then laughed, revealing his silver teeth in a hearty laugh, his eyes filled with bloodlust no less than those of the others, perhaps even more so.

"The righteous path of Heavenly Stems is unsatisfactory, while the treacherous path of Nine Yin brings fulfillment. Everyone, you have made your own choice."

"bass."

The longsword was drawn from its sheath, its silver light flashing like the soft cry of a swimming dragon.

"Come."

Dou Tang strode forward, raised his sword, and thrust it unremarkably towards the leader's face.

The sword strike seemed light and ordinary, but the leader of the red-eyed group felt gusts of wind arrive before the sword, locking him firmly in place.

He tried to retreat, but his path was blocked by the people behind him.

"Huffing and puffing..."

Dou Tang's sword pierced the man's shoulder, flicking out a string of bloodstains. The blood splattered all over the ground, and the stench of blood awakened the other enemies who were still hesitating.

"Roar!"

"kill him!"

A cacophony of curses and shouts erupted, and the leader, who had been injured by Dou Tang, roared in anger, raising his knife high and slashing it down at Dou Tang.

Dou Tang sidestepped and moved forward, only to bump into the leader's arms. He held the longsword upside down, level with his forearm, turning it into a treacherous blade hidden beneath his forearm.

With a thrust of his forearm forward, the blade pressed against the leader's throat.

The sword is a gentleman's sword, the second shortest of the nine, not good at sneak attacks, but emphasizing honor and uprightness. But Dou Tang never thought so. When close combat reaches a critical moment, the length of the sword will become a disadvantage. In order to release the sword's effectiveness at extremely close range, Dou Tang's fighting style was born.

Hidden behind the arm, gripping the guard and half of the hilt, using the end of the hilt to push against the blade, using the forearm...

Cut from the inside, swing with your elbow, and integrate the longsword with your arm.

This fighting style actually comes from the knife. It involves carrying the knife with the blade at a distance, hiding the blade, and holding the blade upside down. It is often used when using a short knife for self-defense. The moves are flexible, and the most famous of them is the Wing Chun Eight-Cut Knife.

This is not the Ren family's fighting style, but Dou Tang's own. Such a ruthless and merciless fighting style is unique to him in the entire Ren family.

With a swift movement, his throat was slit open, and blood gushed out, splattering onto Dou Tang's face.

Pushing the exhausted enemy aside, Dou Tang, his face covered in blood, appeared before everyone.

The blue light trail behind the first person slowly dissipated only after he fell.

"Qiang."

He held his sword upright, pointing it at the others in front of him, his feet moving steadily forward like a tank with its cannon barrel extended horizontally, without any panic.

Driven to madness by the resentment within the precious candy pills, all the members of the Jueyin Shouwu rushed forward, jostling each other. The blood of their comrades seemed to act as an stimulant, a reason for their advance.

This was exactly what Dou Tang wanted. He rushed into the crowd, raised his hand and swung his sword, slashing the person in front of him backward. Even if the person raised his stick to defend, he could not resist the inhuman force.

After cutting one person down, Dou Tang stepped on the person's face and jumped up, wielding his sword in one hand as he charged into the crowd, completely disregarding his own safety.

Pick, cut, chop, stab, pull, swing... Dou Tang's fighting style is completely different from ordinary swordsmanship. It seems to completely disregard the elegance and integrity inherent in the sword itself, and treats it more like a tool with the attribute of a sharp blade.

Most importantly, it's his wrist.

Many of the difficulties in swordsmanship lie in the wrist. The flexibility of the wrist can make swordsmanship more varied, but these variations are usually difficult to use in actual combat because the strength of the wrist is too limited. Once the wrist is twisted to a certain angle, it is impossible to borrow strength from the arm.

But Dou Tang is different; even his wrists possess superhuman strength.

Then a strange scene unfolded. Even though the members of the Jueyin Shouwu group knew that their strength after consuming the drug far exceeded that of ordinary people, they still could not break through the man's defense. Even when the man seemingly casually flicked his wrist to parry with his sword, an irresistible force came from the point of impact, not only sending the weapon flying back but also causing their hands to ache from the impact.

Like an invisible hurricane, any force that dares to touch this hurricane will be violently bounced away by its rotating force.

Dou Tang moved with impunity, crouching low as he slaughtered, spraying blood into the air and flowing through the empty building.

He suddenly kicked one of the people in front of him away, ran quickly, jumped onto a table, looked around, and at the same time raised his sword to block nearby enemies.

The entire building was packed with people who had been humiliated by the headless man, numbering around thirty or forty, but Dou Tang was not wary of these people.

In such a chaotic battle, one only needs to face two to five enemies at a time, which is manageable, but... what about the evil spirits? Or the enemies with guns?

Dou Tang jumped onto the table to give the enemy hiding in the shadows an opportunity—an opportunity to shoot him without having to worry about his comrades.

Sure enough, someone in the corner raised a gun. The person's eyes were not red, indicating that they were one of the few who remained rational and were a specially set-up hidden gun.

The entire floor was dark, so Dou Tang, with his bright blue flames, stood out, while he remained hidden silently in the crowd.

But Dou Tang still found him.

Swept up in the crowd, the man seemed to be affected by the crowd as well, slowing down his aiming speed and giving Dou Tang ample time to react.

He leaped forward, stomped on the shoulder of a man on the road, crushed his shoulder, and flew sideways towards the man with the gun.

The longsword in his hand had a new use. Dou Tang grabbed the hilt and flung it away, sending it flying with a strong gust of wind toward the man with the gun.

"Pfft... Bang!"

The longsword struck the man's shoulder, and the gunman, knocked down by the excruciating pain, accidentally discharged his weapon. The bright flash illuminated the floor, and the gunshot briefly drowned out the noisy madmen.

Dou Tang adjusted his posture, kicked the gunman, knocking the gun away and sending the man crashing to the ground.

Pulling the longsword from his shoulder, Dou Tang went all the way and sliced ​​open the deltoid muscle of his other shoulder as well.

Unable to wield a gun, yet not likely to die, Dou Tang chose to spare such a rational person.

The people around them surged forward, several flashes of cold light appeared around them, and the whistling wind came from all directions.

Dou Tang remained calm, bracing himself on the ground with one hand, and sweeping his leg horizontally. He used his simple yet powerful strength to dismantle the attacks of the others from his leg. The people around him felt as if their legs had been hit by a car, experiencing a tremendous force. Their bodies swayed, and their weapons went astray.

After breaking through the attack, Dou Tang kicked another person away, picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, and continued to fight against the crowd with a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other.

...It would be an idiot not to use a gun!

With the help of his powerful physical control, Dou Tang's marksmanship was extremely terrifying. Even if he couldn't recognize the model of the gun in his hand or know how to maintain it, it didn't matter. The core competitiveness of the gun was that it could give a child the power to kill wild beasts.

Aim, fire, that's it.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dou Tang fired three shots in quick succession, his hand moving in a split second. The moment the previous shot was fired, his hand was already aiming at the next target. After hitting the three men in front of him with all three shots,

He could also instantly raise his longsword and deflect an incoming steel rod.

Even the most madman with bloodshot eyes began to realize something was wrong.

This guy... is simply unstoppable.

Biological instincts overcame the bloodlust brought on by the drugs, and the crowd's offensive slowed down, even turning into probing and stalemate.

Dou Tang threw away the empty pistol, held the sword in one hand, and looked at himself.

Apart from the person he killed in the initial ambush, there was no other blood on him, which is good news.

Dou Tang took a deep breath and looked at the enemies in front of him.

With his eyes scanning through the crowd, Dou Tang spotted the emergency exit staircase behind them.

"Make way now, and you might still live," Dou Tang said in a low voice.

A casual remark struck everyone like a hammer blow. The crimson in their eyes began to fade, while the fear in their hearts surged forth fiercely.

He could easily crush most of the street thugs with just one pill, and if he took several, even active underground boxers would suffer a crushing defeat in front of him.

Now, everyone has eaten ten precious candy pills, is armed, and some even have guns, so why can't they stop this person in front of them?

Why is it that every attack I make is detected by him in advance, and even before I use my full strength, he deflects my attacks?

Who is this guy?

Fear spread, and the crowd gradually retreated. The cries of their fallen companions became part of the psychological pressure. In the pure darkness of the floor, the crimson in their eyes gradually faded and dimmed.

Only the azure flame in the eyes of the person in the center seemed to have a tangible form, revealing the inhuman nature of its master.