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

Chapter 341: Hundreds of Killers

"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...

Apparently, while the others were being mowed down by Xia Fan, they had 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.

(End of this chapter)