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

Chapter 340 Professionals Do Professional Things

"Just like Higurashi described, it liquefied... Where did it hide?"

Xia Fan vigilantly followed the liquid that was Ji Zi's incarnation, but there were too many people and debris around the stage, and he lost track of the other party in an instant.

"I originally thought that the person who reported us to the police was just a college student participating in an idol audition. I didn't expect that he could be safe and sound in the black rain. No wonder that loser Shibata failed in the assassination."

"Lord Amabie sent down an oracle, saying that you have the stench of other gods..."

The liquid that Ji Zi incarnated seemed to be moving very quickly, and the lazy and charming voice kept changing direction, echoing in the studio.

"If I'm not mistaken, you, a pagan, are being driven by the alien gods behind you. You want to use worldly power to tarnish the glory of Lord Amabie, right?"

"You are so naive, Lord Amabie. How can a god who survived the war of faith be defeated by the power of a secular ruler?"

The next second, a figure emerged from the center of the stage behind Xia Fan.

"over there……"

Xia Fan keenly noticed the figure and leaned forward like a cheetah, rushing towards the other party regardless of anything...

"when will you……"

However, halfway through the run, his steps stopped.

"I've already said it, I like to get to know each other, take it slow..."

Because, when Jizi reappeared, he held the weak and dazed Yayoi Tsukishita in his arms...

"Such delicate skin, if I scratch it a little, my whole arm will turn into liquid and go in, and then 'poof' out of it..."

"You don't want this beautiful performance partner to have her head blown off in front of you, do you?"

Her dark nails, as slender as bird claws, were slowly and steadily moving along the curve of Yayoi Yue's white and elegant neck.

Just now, when he discovered that Xia Fan was immune to the Scales of Amabie, Ji Zi heard the voice of God for the first time in a long time, telling him that Xia Fan was protected by other "strange gods".

You know, this [Scale of Amabie], as a blessing from God, is the first time that it has been ignored like air.

And after serving Amabie as an agent for many years, this was the first time he heard an oracle that had nothing to do with "faith value".

After learning about Xia Fan's identity as a "pagan", she felt that his previous actions, such as reporting to the police and acting as bait, were premeditated and full of the meaning of a "war of faith"...

Therefore, although Ji Zi appeared calm on the surface, he was extremely shocked and cautious in his heart...

"What do you want?"

Xia Fan seemed to be standing still, cautious and cautious, but his brain was rapidly thinking of ways to deal with the situation.

"I've already said that, let's get to know each other first..."

"The land where the gods appear needs to be embellished with blood in advance..."

"You, play hide-and-seek with my one hundred most loyal fanatics!"

Ji Zi licked her red lips with a bloodthirsty smile on her lips.

"What are you waiting for? It's a one-on-one-hundred battle. Capture this heretic with your own hands and offer him as a living sacrifice to Lord Amabie!"

Looking towards the audience, she said in a cold voice.

Ji Zi has always been a cautious person, otherwise he would not have chosen to secretly develop believers through such a fragmented structure as "home", and he would not always live in a place near the sea for easy escape.

In order to prevent Xia Fan from having any powerful "divine protection", she would naturally not rashly fight him...

Instead, he chose to sacrifice some fanatics who were no different from "consumables" to find out Xia Fan's background.

"We..."

"Obey God's command!"

"Capture this heretic alive..."

"Skin them and remove their tendons, and make them into living sacrifices..."

"Everything for Master Amabie!"

Those fanatics who were kneeling stood up upon hearing this, tore off their white robes, and looked at Xia Fan with ferocious smiles... "One against a hundred? Before the start of this semester, I was a good student who had never even fought..."

Being fixed by these hundred malicious gazes, Xia Fan couldn't help but frown.

"During the ninth lesson, I learned the most important truth..."

"Leave professional matters to professionals."

A white mask appeared in his palm and he pressed it against his face.

"Tsk, a mere hundred fools, do you think you can keep me here?"

When he raised his head, Xia Fan's eyes had become extremely cold, as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered, and he looked down on the fanatics who gathered around him...

"For the sake of God!"

The man closest to him rushed over first with a roar!

"idiot."

Xia Fan dodged the attack with a "Qian Kun Flash" and then raised his foot to trip the opponent, causing him to hit the long table at the instructor's seat.

"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.

(End of this chapter)