I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 687: Xiao Kai is not considered as Kai
"Oh, Miss Tokugawa has broken through?"

"Congratulations, sir!"

As Tokugawa Shizuka broke through on the spot, controlling a large amount of oscillating iron sand, which was like a high-frequency cutting giant sword, and fighting against the giant gorilla monster called 'Tree Head Wood Fist', many extraordinary big shots in the conference room of the High Magic Specialist congratulated the old man Tokugawa Mitsunari.

"Just lucky, just lucky."

Tokugawa Mitsunari, his old face beaming with smiles, kept nodding in return to the crowd.

"My granddaughter is still far from being as good as any of you."

Hypocritical old fox!
The superhumans around them smiled on the outside, but cursed inwardly.

They weren't blind, so they could naturally see that Tokugawa Shizuka possessed some kind of special 'bloodline'; now that it had been developed to the Tiger level, given time, its strength would definitely be stronger than that of an ordinary Tiger level, and it was even possible for it to break through to the Demon level.

Most superhumans can only fight with their fists at the beginning, which is the dog level.

Once you learn the Five Elements techniques or master a certain skill, you can be considered a wolf-level character.

Once one's spiritual power is strong enough, and one can use techniques and abilities to engage in long-term, large-scale battles, one can be rated as Tiger-level.

However, Tiger level is the limit for 'ordinary people'. To break through to Ghost level, one must master 'spiritual power nature transformation' or learn the 'Black Flash' developed by the Asura Sword Saint in order to enter the ranks of true masters.

This only applies to 'ordinary people'. If they have inherited treasures or possess special bloodlines, then reaching the Demon level will be much easier.

such as--

All eyes turned toward Pegasus Aiming.

The extent of Amaterasu's 'Eye of God' is known to everyone in the entire island nation;
Even 'General Yi Hua' only broke through in the King of Fighters demi-plane by drinking 'Eight Heroes Blood Gathering': in a sense, she can also be considered a descendant of Orochi.

Theoretically speaking, this bloodline should be an enemy of the world; but since Tianma Aiming has no objections, who dares to say anything?
Tokugawa Shizuka.
Everyone's gaze fell once again on the screen in the center of the conference room, and a look of envy flashed in their eyes.

At such a young age, he had already reached the Tiger level, and relying on the power of his bloodline, he fought on par with the giant gorilla whose punches and kicks could shatter the earth.
It's so enviable!

"Ok?"

"Look over here, the Egyptian team is also in trouble."

As someone reminded them, everyone's attention turned to another battlefield; sure enough, the Egyptian team, who had been teleported to an underground cave, encountered a formidable enemy.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Ta-ta-ta-ta! !
The muzzle flashes continued to illuminate the underground cave, and bullets whistled out like a spray of water; however, the figures coming towards them defied the attack and approached step by step: the bullets hitting them had no effect other than causing their bodies to tremble slightly.

"not good,"

Using the tactical flashlight on the special forces helmet, the black-robed girl named 'Fatima' changed her expression.

These 'figures' were wearing leather armor, inlaid armor, leather hats, and iron helmets. They were clearly not ordinary people, but combat personnel.

But now they are corpses—don't misunderstand, not killed by 'special forces' bullets: they were already dead before that. From their stiff, mutilated faces, you can still see the anger, despair, and resentment they felt before.

They are extraordinary beings in this world.
"These zombies are all wolf-level!"

In modern society, exchanges between countries and civilizations are frequent, so Fatima naturally 'recognizes' this classic role.

The bullets only scratched the surface of these zombies; they couldn't hurt them at all. Most importantly—

Several pale white figures darted out from behind the zombies, looking like 'large birds'; however, upon closer inspection, their bodies were actually phantom human skeletons, and their outstretched wings were also composed of individual bones.

These illusory, pale figures had no volume, ignored the bullets flying straight towards them, and suddenly crashed into the 'special forces'.

brush,

As the illusory shadow passed by, the summoned special forces soldiers immediately became illusory.

Several strange figures sped past, not only Fatima's 'special forces squad', but also her companions, the beretted warriors and the bandaged prisoners. Their figures all became illusory, as if they would disappear in the next second.

"Be careful, these 'ghosts' can burn magic power!"

While directing the 'gravekeeper assassins' to rush up and kill these 'ghosts,' Amir loudly reminded his companions.

These 'ghosts' possess an ability called 'Mana Burn,' and their 'cards' are all made of mana: in a sense, they are the natural counter to these 'card masters.'

But as Imhotep's apprentices, they had also learned how to deal with the 'undead,' so:
"In the name of the guardian of the Jackal God, step down!"

"May your voice return to the underworld!"

"The scales of Maat have decreed that you are 'nothingness'—"

The three novice priests raised their fingers and pointed at each other, their rebukes sounding incredibly childish: but the illusory figures of those 'ghosts' immediately trembled, like light bulbs with poor signal; those further away turned and ran, while those closer even began to dissipate in the trembling.

They're practically 'experts' at dealing with the undead.

With the ghosts driven away and the zombies killed, the cave's 'master' finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Click, click, click, click.
From the cave ahead, a series of tall skeletons strode out.

These skeletons were unusually large, with ribs so tightly packed they were almost glued together, resembling white, sturdy plate armor at first glance; two menacing bull horns pierced through the helmet, and a row of sharp bone spurs protruded from the spine on the back.

He carried a thick, black and red yoke stained with blood; from his empty eye sockets and mouth full of fangs, eerie blue flames emerged.

Five or six of these 'skeleton warriors', which looked quite impressive, immediately appeared.

This made Amir and the others' gazes sharpen.

The whispers of 'grave scouts' came from beside me.

"A 'Bone Warrior' of the Wolf-level? Use an equipment magic card!"

At Amir's loud command, the other three black-robed priests did not hesitate and drew cards again.

"A sword of extraordinary power!"

"Sacred Wood Power Armor!"

"Alchemy bomb!"

As the three activated their magic cards, an Egyptian-style bronze longsword, a set of Egyptian-style heavy armor, and an Egyptian-style bomb landed in the hands of their 'summoning cards'.

These are equipment magic cards, made from extraordinary materials and then sealed within the card. They can be temporarily equipped to 'summoned creatures' during battle.

The advantages are that it saves space and can be reused; the disadvantages are:
"The magic card only lasts for ten minutes, hurry!"

Moreover, the cooldown time is also one day.

Combat strength after all cards are used up.
It can only be described as a tragedy.

As he spoke, Amir himself pulled out a slate card and threw it out.

"The Ritual Dagger!"

A curved, serpentine longsword emerged from the massive stone slab and flew straight into the hand of the 'Gravekeeper Assassin'.

The dual-wielding assassin flashed by, becoming a blur as he charged from the side, his 'ritual dagger' slashing towards the spine of a 'bone warrior'!
At the same time, other 'summoning cards' that had been equipped also rushed up.

Snapped,

With his hands clasped together, Amir himself was not idle either.

"Quicksand trap!"

The yellow sand flowed silently from beneath their feet, covering the entire cave floor: their own 'summoning cards' stepped on the sand without any problems, but the 'bone warriors' radiating a cold, hard light swayed, their feet immediately sinking into the sand.

One side is grounded and practical, while the other is constantly sinking.
The summoned cards, empowered by the 'Equipment Magic Card', surged forward, unleashing a fierce battle.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"sharp,"

"Truly worthy of being an apprentice of the ancient Egyptian high priest,"

The numerous extraordinary "big shots" watching through the mirror all nodded in agreement, making the Egyptian representative's smile impossible to conceal—in fact, he didn't try to hide it at all.

This is a power with a legacy and strong leaders: Dog-level? It's just a temporary transition; Wolf-level? That's the real starting point!

With High Priest Imhotep's complete system of training and methods to become stronger, Amir and his companions can definitely reach Tiger level as long as they follow the steps; even Demon level is not impossible. Or rather, Amir is not without the confidence to deal with Demon level beings.

Don't be so unconvinced. If you're so capable, go find a 'teacher' yourself and get some treasures.

Even in the extraordinary world, background and influence matter.
boom--

? !
On the battlefield, an unexpected turn of events occurred for the Egyptian squad!
A ghostly blue light suddenly pierced through the battlefield, blasting a dark void into the massive underground cavern.

"Huff, huff."

Rapid breathing came from Amir's heaving chest.
It's not that they're tired: their way of fighting with 'summoning cards' and playing cards from behind makes it hard for them to feel truly exhausted; being out of breath is mostly due to fear.

And that was indeed the case. Amir had lost one of his arms. If it weren't for the 'grave scout' beside him pulling him up, he would have been reduced to ashes like his companion behind him!
No, his companion was teleported back the instant he was attacked.

As for Amir, in that 'principal's' judgment, a mere severed arm probably wouldn't be considered a fatal injury?

Wow~~
Yellow sand kept falling from the severed arm, covering the wound and forcibly stopping the bleeding.

"who is it?"

"Kakaka~~"

Without waiting for a reply from the 'grave scout' beside him, a sound like two pieces of ice rubbing together rang out.

"Humans, how dare you trespass on the territory of 'corpses on fire'?"

"You are asking for your own death!"

As the sound rang out, the 'bone warriors' all knelt down and bowed their heads.

A 'zombie' emerged from among them: this zombie was covered from head to toe in solid, thick ice; but the ice did not hinder his movements at all, and was more like a majestic and ferocious suit of armor!

Sharp ice spikes covered his hands, transforming into enormous claw blades; a ball of dark blue flame, like a sun corona, encircled his head, resembling a crown.

It's clearly a zombie, but compared to ordinary zombies, it's like the difference between a king and a beggar;

It wasn't just his aura and appearance: the power he exuded made Amir's pupils shrink sharply!

"Ghost level?"

"No, it's not quite there. A powerful tiger-level weapon!"

Amir's expression changed several times as he unexpectedly encountered a 'Tiger-level' monster here.

What bad luck, I didn't expect to have to use my trump card so soon.

"Humans, throw!"

Just as the monster that called itself 'Corpse on Fire' was about to unleash its verbal attacks, Amir raised his hand and played a new card.

"Activate the Spell Card 'Fusion'!"

A huge stone slab flew out: blue and red light suddenly spread out, like a vortex constantly flowing, representing the ancient Egyptian concepts of soul 'ka' and 'ba' respectively!
"Using 'Gravekeeper Scout' and 'Gravekeeper Assassin' as materials, I summon—"

???

Before they could stop it, the 'scout' in black robes and mask, and the 'assassin' whose eyes were the only visible part of his body, transformed into two beams of light and plunged into the vortex.

"A grave-guarding ability user!"

The next second, a heroic figure emerged from the vortex.

This is a handsome young man with white hair. Around his neck is a 'Shebuyi necklace' made of golden amber, green agate, and blue jade. His earrings, bracelets, rings, and belt are all inlaid with various gemstones, making them gorgeous and dazzling, and also a symbol of his status and position.

The boy held a golden staff shaped like the sun, with triangular gems on the staff mimicking the color of 'sunlight'. Visible sky-blue 'magic power' surged from his body, illuminating the underground cave brightly.

"Humph,"

Unlike the previous 'scouts' and 'assassins', this 'superhuman' turned his head and gave Amir a disgruntled look.

"Imhotep's apprentice?"

"It is a disgrace that the sons of Emsett have to fight for a bastard like you!"

"I'm sorry, the enemy's strength has exceeded my limits; sir, please lend me a hand."

Amir bowed slightly to the other party. Theoretically, he had no way to summon this 'gravekeeper': fusing this magic required Tiger-level strength to learn and master.

However, he had a complete deck given to him by his teacher Imhotep, and with his teacher's approval, he was able to summon a card of a higher level. Even so, his strength was still insufficient to forcefully command this 'Gravekeeper'. If the other party did not cooperate, it would be in vain.

"Crackling sounds, you can't even control your own summoned creatures?"

The 'corpse on the other side' also noticed Amir's predicament, and a mocking laugh rang out as its rotting mouth opened and closed.

"My esteemed esper, I am unaware of the conflict between you and your teacher; however, I can assure you that I will not force you to do anything against your will if you refuse to fight."

"No,"

The white-haired boy raised his chin arrogantly, interrupting Amir.

"Since we rarely get out, we might as well get some exercise."

"But before that."

Rumble rumble rumble rumble!!

With a wave of his staff, the white-haired youth unleashed an invisible force.

Countless enormous cracks spread out from above, the cave walls, and the ground! The entire cave reverberated and trembled, twisting, warping, denting, bulging, cracking, and collapsing like paper. Yet, the countless boulders did not fall; instead, they were lifted up by an invisible force, continuously rising higher and higher—

boom----! ! !
With a loud bang, light shone from above, and the white-haired ancient Egyptian boy violently overturned the entire cave.

"If you want to fight, go out and fight!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"hiss,"

"Egypt is cheating."

In the conference room of the High School of Spellcasting, many extraordinary "big shots" looked at each other in bewilderment.

Isn't this an exchange event that's only open to Wolf-level players?
This white-haired youth: Tiger Peak? Weakling?

Let's shut it down, it's pointless!
"Wait, everyone."

An American representative raised his hand.

Because of the veterans going to Mars, America is now severely weakened and can only send a team of 'ordinary' Wolf-class soldiers to make an appearance.

But their representative felt something was off the more he looked at it.

Tree-headed wooden fist? Corpse igniting fire? These names are all too familiar, after all, he used to be a violent white-collar worker.

"This demiplane, could it be—"

"The world of Diablo?"

???

Hearing his words,
The other extraordinary figures were all bewildered; clearly, they weren't the kind of people who had time to play games.

"If, I mean if,"

The American representative looked pained and conflicted, his feelings hard to describe.

"If I'm not mistaken, the strength of this world..."

It's terrifyingly high!
(End of this chapter)