I'm a demon in Tokyo!

Chapter 239 One wrong move, and the army collapses like a house of cards! The demons mocked, "Uesugi Tetsuya is off the field, why isn't he laughing?"
After a brief glance, Shi Fandai shook his head slightly.

Uesugi Tetsuya had no objection and didn't vie for the opportunity to appear in the first match.

After all, from the very beginning when the teacher's college representative came to him, his role was that of a "safety net."

The goal was to ensure that the Yagyu Dojo would win the bet, even though neither Tsuchiya nor Akiyama had managed to defeat the other three.

"Let me do it."

Tsuchiya Yu's deep voice rang out. He smiled at Shihan Dai and Uesugi Tetsu respectively, took a deep breath, and caused his muscles, which were covered by his gi, to bulge.

"My tactics are relatively simple; there won't be much difference between being the first to play and the last to play."

He raised his fist, which gleamed with an iron-like sheen, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "No matter what move the opponent makes, I'll just smash it all with one punch."

Uesugi Tetsu glanced at the katana at Tsuchiya Yu's waist and sensed something was amiss with what he was hearing.

But he didn't delve into the details; he simply spoke.
"The three enemy generals are famous generals from the Sengoku period, specifically the White, Black, and Blue Battalions of the Hojo clan's Five Color Battalions. If they are the first to appear..."

After a pause, Uesugi Tetsuya didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Lord Tsuchiya, there is a high probability that you will die in the arena."

"die?"

Tsuchiya Yu slowly removed his oversized martial arts uniform, revealing a physique that looked as if it were cast from refined steel.

Without a doubt, he has gone much further than Uesugi Tetsuya in the path of "Palace of Flesh".

The man, who exemplified physical beauty through his own actions, bowed his head and calmly questioned:

"Uesugi-kun, are you underestimating me?"

Tsuchiya Yu said slowly,

"From the very beginning when I was invited by the teachers' college... or rather, I accepted the invitation and came here in order to seek the feeling of being forced to the brink of life and death."

Sensing Uesugi Tetsu's questioning gaze, the man could only helplessly explain, "In order to find an equal opponent, in order to seek a breakthrough."

“I’ve been stuck at this bottleneck for far too long,” Tsuchiya Yu said with a sigh. “A young talent like you would never understand this.”

After saying that, Tsuchiya Yu burst into laughter.

There was no sorrow or self-mockery in the laughter; instead, it was filled with the joy of seeing hope.

I'd rather die than not break through.

Uesugi Tetsu opened his mouth: "Sorry."

"No, Uesugi-kun, you don't need to apologize at all."

Tsuchiya Yu turned his head and looked at the three people who made his heart tighten and his blood feel like it was about to stop flowing.

"Human cognition is formed by experience, so it is normal that you cannot feel our bottleneck."

He lifted his strong calves and walked step by step across the ancient trees toward the arena, his sighs carried on the wind.

"When I was a kid, I was just a little envious of guys who were more talented than me, envious that they could get candy faster..."

But now, I truly hope that one day I can become that effortlessly capable person.

Tsuchiya Yu didn't say anything, leaving it to Shihan Dai or Uesugi Tetsu to witness.

He simply stepped over dozens of downward steps and walked alone into the vast arena.

Because this was his own pursuit, a battle he had risked his life for.

Seeing this, Hojo Ujiyasu waved his fan nonchalantly: "Lord Kasahara, you shall be the one to fight the first battle."

"Yes, my lord."

A rough voice came from behind the Noh mask.

With his right hand, which had only three fingers remaining, Kasahara Yasukatsu hooked the iron handle of the kusarigama and dragged out a white rope that was a full two zhang long and had a sharp iron ball tied to it.

"Kusashi?"

Uesugi Tetsuya was stunned: "Can this lawnmower be used as a weapon?"

The kusarigama consists of a hand sickle, a small sickle about several tens of centimeters long for cutting grass, a chain, and a weight attached to the end of the chain.

Generally speaking, this is a unique weapon that ninjas often prefer to use.

However, very few people can actually apply it in real combat.

Kasahara Yasukatsu was a proper samurai from a prestigious family, so why did he learn such strange and unusual things?

Uesugi Tetsu glanced at Tsuchiya Yu, who had also stopped in his tracks, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Lord Tsuchiya, it seems your opponent isn't really keen on a direct confrontation with you..."

Amidst the boos from the audience, Tsuchiya Yu, with a katana at his waist, looked up and silently stared at Kasahara Yasunari, whose cold, gray eyes were visible behind his mask.

—Since the City of Chaos is located between the present world and the mortal world, the vast majority of the audience members sitting in the audience are from the mortal world.

This is easy to understand, because the world has only just experienced the first wave and has barely managed to hold its ground. It has no intention of opening up access to remote places like the City of Chaos to ordinary people.

Moreover, in terms of the number of extraordinary beings, the present world is no match for the vast and boundless ordinary world.

"No need to care."

In the arena, Kasahara Yasunari spoke in a hoarse voice: "They're nothing but a bunch of rats who only dare to hide in safe places and gossip."

"I like to hear that."

Tsuchiya Yu grinned, unfastened the sword at his waist, and touched his fists, which were completely covered in iron.

"Come!"

Rumble…

The arena was first raised by winding, thick ancient trees, and then a transparent barrier rose from the edge, completely separating the two from the outside world.

From this moment on, the battle will only end when one side is born or dies, or when one side voluntarily withdraws from the arena.

"Tsuchiya Yu didn't use a sword?"

Uesugi Tetsu only realized what was happening when he saw Tsuchiya Yuu, who had removed his katana and was now unarmed, closing in on Kasahara Yasukatsu.

It's highly likely that Tsuchiya Yu is not a disciple of the Yagyu Dojo either, but rather, like himself, an outsider recruited by his teacher.

He had always carried a sword at his waist, but it was just for show.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Akiyama Mei, who was quietly watching the arena beside him—then he must be the same.

This also shows that the current generation of the Yagyu Dojo is not doing very well, at least that's the current situation of the small town dojo where the teacher training school is located.

This is also normal.

Unlike traditional Onmyoji families, a dojo values ​​a person's talent in swordsmanship and breathing techniques more than the inheritance of bloodlines.

In modern times, fewer apprentices are willing to come to a dojo to learn swordsmanship, and naturally, fewer geniuses with talent that is one in ten thousand.

After all, before the wave arrived, both ancient swordsmanship and modern kendo were merely "sports" similar to basketball and football...

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 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?"

(End of this chapter)