I'm a demon in Tokyo!

Chapter 240 One Kick to Death, a Complete and utter Crushing Strike! [Deep Space Online], Live Broadcast Begins!
Mototada Domuro stopped laughing.

He furrowed his sparse white eyebrows solemnly, his only remaining cloudy eye fixed on Uesugi Tetsuya, who was staring at him indifferently.

—When did this guy get here?

Why do I have absolutely no recollection of this?
Mototada flipped through his memories from back to front and discovered that Uesugi Tetsu had actually traveled from the waiting area to his current location in the blink of an eye.

But this guy...

The Black Guard among the Five Colors Guards couldn't sense any aura of a powerful figure from this young man.

Let alone a strongman, in the eyes of Mototada, this young man with a crimson sword at his waist was no different from the lowest-ranking foot soldiers that could be found anywhere in the army.

From any perspective, it was incredibly weak.

Can someone with light feet travel tens of meters in a single step?
A chilling feeling rose from the end of Mototada's spine.

Something's not right. Something doesn't feel right.

—In reality, this young man, who hadn't even made a move yet, was stronger than he could perceive?
Such thoughts flashed through Duomu Yuanzhong's mind.

But he quickly rejected it.

Because the young man before them was definitely not at the level of a ghost or god; that was the only thing that could be confirmed.

But since they weren't at the level of demons or gods, nor were they the elites from the three major families of the present world that he remembered, the direct descendants of an ancient Onmyoji family, people related to the current Sword Saint, or the core disciples of the Grand Academy...

If that's the case, then what am I afraid of?

Aside from these true geniuses of the present world, there's no reason why anyone below the level of gods and demons in the present world could defeat the Five-Colored Guards.

Even though he was seriously injured in the previous battle, he was still able to figure out some of the young man's tactics.

—At worst, if we can't win, we can just escape the arena.

With this thought in mind, Duomu Yuanzhong gripped the sharp iron crutch in his hand again, mentally reviewed the hidden weapon once more, and revealed a ruthless smile once more.

Looking Uesugi Tetsuya up and down, who remained motionless, he thought to himself, "However, this young man's state of mind is much higher than the previous two. No matter what I say, he remains completely unmoved."

How old is he? Is he twenty or something...?

"Have you finished thinking about it?"

Uesugi Tetsuya stared at him calmly, his tone unwavering: "Have you thought about how you want to die?"

As soon as he said that, the half-star and one-star demons in the audience started to jeer again.

"Black Guard? I think he's just a coward!"

"You old maggot! You old maggot! You got scared by a pretty boy!"

"I could take on ten of these skinny guys!"

The two players inside the arena remained completely unaffected by such idle gossip.

But Uesugi Tetsu still felt it was a bit too noisy.

These noobs are so noisy, no matter what they say.

He took out the Prajna Mask from his backpack and hung it on the side facing the noisy little demons.

In an instant, the audience fell silent.

The little demons froze, as if they had lost their souls, and some even knelt down in complete submission.

Uesugi Tetsu nodded in satisfaction.

An audience member should act like an audience member.

It's one thing to argue, but if someone keeps giving unsolicited advice, even the most composed player will become dissatisfied.

Mototada's gaze was also drawn to the Hannya Mask.

"A Prajna mask imbued with the aura of demons and gods... his spoils of war?"

Silently, the cunning Hei Bei had already secretly retreated towards the edge of the arena, ready to leave at any moment.

Regardless of whether the young man killed Prajna himself, he had no chance of defeating Prajna head-on—this was evident from the lingering aura on the mask.

Before Duomu Yuanzhong could retreat more than a few steps, he suddenly realized that one of the forces supporting his body had disappeared, and his center of gravity had vanished.

Suddenly, the world spun around me.

It wasn't until the leaden-gray sky through the gaps in the ancient tree branches and leaves appeared in Duomu Yuanzhong's eyes that he realized he had fallen.

Hei Bei suddenly raised his head and discovered that his left leg had been separated from his body at some point, lying on the ground, gushing blood.

Duomu Mototada quickly sealed the wound with his internal energy, then looked at Uesugi Tetsuya, who was still standing there without moving, with undisguised astonishment.

when? !

When did he draw his sword?!
Uesugi Tetsu patted the hilt of his sword, speaking in a tone used to coax a child.

"Alright, alright, it's just a matter of suppressing your power. How could an old man withstand an eight-fold debuff from a single strike?"

Uesugi Tetsu followed the gaze, his eyes filled with pleasure.
"Don't accidentally kill this old bastard."

Duomu Mototada's breath hitched, and he finally realized that the gap in strength between the two was even greater than the chasm.

So it turns out... my previous guess was correct.

—In the audience, the samurai from the Edo period was startled and instinctively stood up from his soft rattan chair, his eyes wide with shock.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?! Which school's secret technique is it?!

Throughout the entire fight, he had been watching the two in the arena without blinking, yet he still couldn't figure out how the sword that broke Hei Bei's leg was delivered.

quick! too fast!
So fast you can't even see it!
With just this one sword strike, the samurai believed that the young men in the arena were already capable of becoming dojo masters.

"My lord, Duomu is dying."

Beneath the pale Noh mask, Shirobe's voice was hoarse.

"I know."

Hojo Ujiyasu lowered his gaze and let out a long sigh: "I never thought I would misjudge someone like that."

The restorer of the Hojo family closed his eyes and slammed his fan shut.

"The die is cast, and now it's up to Duomu Qing's fate."

Inside the arena, eighteen kinds of hidden weapons, dazzling Uesugi Tetsuya, shot out from the body of Mototada Domu, who was enveloped in a fierce aura.

The clanging and banging created quite a lively scene.

It's no use.

No matter what kind of poison a hidden weapon is coated with, it is meaningless if it cannot touch Uesugi Tetsu's physical body.

Under the command of the Spirit Control Technique, a terrifyingly powerful Qi cycle is formed by the interweaving of various Qi Sea attributes and pure spiritual power.

All sorts of hidden weapons that ordinary people would find difficult to defend against were easily blocked in mid-air and fell to the ground.

Instead, it was the sword light, unleashed by Uesugi Tetsu using the profound technique of the Mumei sword, that, though of little power, was full of mockery, and it kept falling on Tamaki Mototada.

Bloodstains bloomed on his aged skin.

"Tsk... Is there no other way?"

After feeling the pain from the faint sword light once again, Mototada realized that he couldn't continue like this.

In an instant, dust filled the air, obscuring Uesugi Tetsu's vision.

The suppressed inner energy within Duomu Yuanzhong erupted downwards, propelling him at incredible speed toward the edge of the arena.

"Want to escape?"

Then, his nose was crushed by a size 42 shoe sole that fell from the sky, and he was slammed back to the ground.

"Damn..."

Duomu Yuanzhong cursed angrily, with dark purple blood gushing from his mouth.

He immediately began to silently recite the incantation for the Blood Burning Secret Technique in his mind.

—The only option now is to fight to the death!
The next instant, Uesugi Tetsu noticed the abnormal fluctuations in Kurobe's aura.

He raised an eyebrow: "Trying to unleash your full power? Do you think this is a magical girl movie set?"

Uesugi Tetsu reached out, and the ordinary plain gun appeared out of nothingness in his hand.

The tip of the gun flashed a cold, sharp light in mid-air.

From top to bottom, from the top of his head to his hips, examine Mototada Doya—

split into two.

Boiling crimson blood sprayed into the air, then dripped down, only to be completely blocked from Uesugi Tetsuya's body by the circulating qi.

"In reality, no one will wait until you've transformed before making a move."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone and all the demons, Uesugi Tetsuya crushed half of Tamaki Mototada's head with a single kick.

Just like the old man had done at the beginning, he spat on the corpse and revealed the same mocking expression.
"That's it?"

Uesugi Tetsu looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What's the difference between this old geezer and the maggot I kicked to death on the roadside?"

The Hojo family's waiting area was deathly silent.

Hojo Ujiyasu gripped the fan tightly in his hand, his cold eyes surging with deep killing intent.

Behind him, Bai Bei remained silent, while the younger Qing Bei smiled, seemingly unaffected by Hei Bei's near-humiliating death.

"The second one, hurry up and come up."

Uesugi Tetsu glanced at a non-existent watch on his wrist and addressed the Hojo family members earnestly.

"I'm in a hurry."

"My lord, I shall go."

In the silence, Bai Bei's voice remained unchanged.

He took out a medicine jar from behind him and poured several glistening brown pills into his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Bei's slightly unstable aura stabilized, and he regained his full strength.

Just as Hojo Ujiyasu was about to tell him to leave, he heard Bai Bei's voice.

"If I go up, it will allow the lord to see the opponent's strength more clearly, so that he can play the corresponding cards."

The eyes beneath the Noh mask remained unmoved: "Victory is what we and our lord both crave, isn't it?"

Hojo Ujiyasu remained silent.

A moment later, he took out a small doll from his waist, tore off the white cloth from it, and handed it to Kasahara Yasukatsu.

"Kihara-sei, sign your name on it with your blood."

Without a second thought, Bai Bei bit his fingertip and wrote his name on the white cloth with flowing strokes.

Hojo Ujiyasu put away the white cloth and the doll, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He said softly,

"Kisahara-san, your military fortune is prosperous."

Bai Bei nodded deeply to him and walked into the arena, dragging his long, narrow kusarigama.

While Bai Bei was unaware, Uesugi Tetsu, standing in the arena, clearly saw what Hojo Ujiyasu had solemnly pulled out.

Substitute doll.

Judging from the almost identical style and white cloth, what the Hojo patriarch took out was undoubtedly a substitute doll.

"They really don't hold back when it comes to their subordinates," Uesugi Tetsu remarked.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this generosity that Hojo Ujiyasu was able to stand out among all the Hojo clan heads throughout history.

In the towering stands, samurai from the Edo period, who had witnessed hundreds or even thousands of life-or-death duels, held their breath.

He suddenly realized that there was going to be big news in the annual ring arena.

And not now, but at the moment when the White Army was defeated and retreated, and the third member of the Hojo clan was slain by this young man. —【Three members of the Hojo Five-Colored Army were completely defeated by an unknown young man?】

This is definitely a hot topic.

Having been in the City of Chaos for some time, the samurai had seen many people in the arena carrying strange devices and having started a [live stream].

[Live streaming] is said to be the best way to get people from all over the world to pay attention to this duel.

It's said that it's quite normal for hundreds or even thousands of people to watch this live stream.

So many people, they could fill this small arena!

The samurai's breathing became rapid.

He turned his head and quickly looked at a well-dressed man not far away, then ran over and asked, "Hello, sir! Do you know how to do a live stream?"

The man from the Taisho era looked completely bewildered: "What is that?"

The samurai was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to ask others.

However, there weren't many spectators to begin with for the fight between Hojo and Yagyu's dojo, and even fewer people came.

After asking around, the samurai discovered that the "youngest" one was a boy from the Showa era.

Even that boy didn't understand the meaning of the word "live broadcast".

As for the lesser demons, they are even less capable and have limited knowledge. Many of them came to the City of Chaos for no apparent reason.

Before this, these little demons were probably hiding in some obscure corner of the mortal world!
Just then, a girl with a thick Kinki accent came running over: "Hey, samurai! What are you asking me!"

She pointed her thumb at the shy boy from the Showa era: "I heard from that guy that you were asking about 'live streaming'?"

The previously dejected samurai suddenly sprang to his feet.
"Sir! You're aware of live streaming!?"

"Of course we know."

Tamamo patted her chest and said, "I see a lot of people streaming every day, but I rarely watch them!"

"but……"

She turned her head suspiciously: "How can you even do a live stream in a remote place like this, where there's no internet or cell towers?"

The samurai couldn't understand the technical terms in her words, but this only made him more certain that the girl in front of him was the one he was looking for.

"[Deep Space Online]!"

The samurai uttered a term that was completely out of character for his attire and even his speech habits. He spoke to Tamamo: "With this, we can broadcast live from the City of Chaos!"

"If we could broadcast what's happening in the arena live, a lot of people would definitely watch!"

Tamamo scratched her head, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Instead of correcting the samurai's mistake, she opened the search bar on her offline phone and typed in "Deep Space Online".

The next instant, the phone screen went black.

Just when Tamamo thought her personal cell phone, which she had bought for a hefty sum of 20,000 yen, was about to be rendered useless, then came the red warmth.

Suddenly, an eyeball logo enclosed in a triangle appeared on the pure black screen.

The logo disappeared, replaced by a line of gold text.

Welcome to Deep Space Online

[This is your first time entering the city, and you are currently in the "City of Chaos." Would you like to change your location?]

Huh? It actually works?

Tamamo paused for a moment, then finally remembered this thing...

No, it should be said that this company or platform is the largest live streaming platform even if you include the real world, but most of its business is outside the real world.

But there's clearly no internet right now!
What is the principle?
Tamamo tapped the screen a few times and then discovered that the platform's initial promotion to her wasn't for those popular live streams or top streamers.

Instead, it's four words—

[Start Live Stream]

……

On the other side, Kasahara Yasukatsu, who was on the white side, was already standing in front of Uesugi Tetsuya.

Uesugi Tetsuya would not humiliate this one of the Five Colors Guard as he would the Black Guard.

Conversely, Uesugi Tetsuya still held a degree of respect for samurai who, despite their treacherous methods in battle, always showed sufficient respect to their opponents before and after the battle.

Gazing into Bai Bei's indifferent yet resolute eyes, Uesugi Tetsuya saw him slightly bow.

"Hojo family, Kasahara Yasukatsu."

Uesugi Tetsu opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to say "Imagawa family, Tetsu".

But before the words even reached my throat, I returned to normal.

"Yagyu Dojo, Uesugi Tetsu".

Kasahara Yasukatsu hooked the kusarigama with his finger.
"please."

"If you surrender now, you won't have to die." Uesugi Tetsuya's plain spear was still poised on the ground, not yet raised.

Bai Bei's eyes turned cold.

"If Lord Uesugi wishes to mock me in the same way he insulted Domu, he may simply say so without beating around the bush."

"This is just a piece of advice," Uesugi Tetsu said. "If you die, your lord will use up that precious substitute doll, which was supposed to be his life-saving device."

Historically, the Hojo clan was one of the allies of the Imagawa clan.

With the Imagawa clan yet to emerge, Uesugi Tetsuya is unwilling to strain relations with the Hojo clan, a potential ally.

—If Mototada insults Tsuchiya Yu, then he must die a gruesome death; he must die insulted no matter what.

that's enough.

In addition, it is more correct to make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.

The remaining members of the Hojo family had only met him for the first time.

Upon hearing this, Bai Bei was also taken aback.

But then he shook his head: "If that's the case, then I must not betray the lord's trust."

Then, Uesugi Tetsuya, who inexplicably felt his strength increase slightly, raised the tip of his spear.

Just before taking a step toward Bai Bei, Uesugi Tetsu caught a glimpse of Tamamo holding a phone and pointing it at him out of the corner of his eye.

—Strange, is there internet here too?

—Although there is no internet here, Deep Space Online's live stream is still working.

Although this live stream was unprofessional, lacked commentary, and was extremely shaky due to having only one mobile phone, it was still quite live.

But the title of the live stream was sensational.

[I'm eighteen this year, let's beat up Hojo!]

The cover photo was taken secretly by Tamamo with a magnified lens, showing Hojo Ujiyasu's cold and blurry face.

So, shortly after Tamamo opened the live stream with one click, the number of online viewers in the upper right corner reached dozens.

Seeing this, Tamamo immediately perked up and began to explain: "Now on the field is Kasahara Yasukatsu, the White Guard of the Five Colored Guards of the Hojo clan..."

And those viewers who were drawn in by the title and cover soon discovered...

This live stream wasn't just clickbait!

Because that unfamiliar young man was truly and effortlessly defeating the Hojo clan's White Army, leaving them utterly humiliated.

There were no particularly cool skills or Yin-Yang techniques; all that mattered was superior strength, complete understanding of intentions, and a level of detail that far surpassed the opponent's.

All of these elements combined form an incredibly solid foundation.

A simple and unadorned crushing.

—As a result, the popularity of the live stream continued to rise.

Hojo Ujiyasu frowned slightly, a familiar feeling stirring in his mind: "I feel like I've seen this guy who fought against Kasahara-kei somewhere before."

Inside the arena.

Uesugi Tetsuya wielded his ordinary plain gun, using the tip to deflect all attacks from Kasahara Yasukatsu time and time again.

With this insightful analysis, every single one of the opponent's thoughts becomes crystal clear.

Kasahara Yasukatsu retreated step by step, feeling a strange sense of powerlessness.

This young man named Uesugi Tetsu is strange!
Bai Bei's eyes swept over the crimson katana at his waist, which remained unsheathed to this day. He understood that Uesugi Tetsuya still had a great deal of strength left to spare when facing him.

—If that's the case, wouldn't that disappoint our lord's expectations?

After a brief breath, the internal energy and blood within Kasahara Yasunari's body instantly boiled.

It is the same secret technique as the black preparation from before.

However, compared to the latter, Kasahara Yasunari was much faster, giving Uesugi Tetsuya no time to interrupt the "transformation".

"Come!"

A fiery white aura rose from beneath the Noh mask, and the red of the tag on Kasahara Yasunori's head deepened slightly.

"it is good!"

Uesugi Tetsuya's eyes widened immediately, but he still did not draw Kaga Kiyomitsu from his waist.

Instead, a chilling purple-black lightning bolt wrapped around the tip of the plain spear.

The lightning surged dramatically in an instant, and along with the overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from Uesugi Tetsuya, it struck Kasahara Yasukatsu.

rumble!

A thunderous roar, capable of sending shivers down one's spine, resounded.

As the spear tip sprang out like a great bow, the thunder that had been brewing in mid-air immediately became docile and fell like rain, gathered and compressed into that one point on the spear tip!
Kasahara Yasukatsu's eyes widened in horror, feeling as if his entire field of vision was being filled with the surging, purplish-black lightning.

With a roar, the scythe, enveloped in crimson aura, and the flintlock bullets shot forward together!
Directly opposite them, a cold, dragon-like glint emerged!
The pure lightning, formed from a massive amount of spiritual energy, utterly shattered all obstacles in its path.

Finally, the nearly shattered spear tip pierced Kasahara Yasunari's throat, with a small, grayish tip protruding from the back of his neck.

pat.

Bai Bei collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

But he had almost no visible wounds on his body, and looked almost as if he were asleep, which was in stark contrast to the crushed corpse of the black-clad soldier next to him.

In the silent arena, Uesugi Tetsu turned his gaze and saw Hojo Ujiyasu looking directly at him.

He let go, letting the ordinary, unadorned gun, now reduced to ashes, drift away in the wind.

Different attitudes will lead to different outcomes.

This is what Uesugi Tetsu wanted to tell Hojo Ujiyasu.

At this very moment, the number of viewers in the live stream is rapidly increasing amidst Tamamo's exclamations!
"He didn't even draw his sword!"

These are the most frequently appearing comments on the screen.

Uesugi Tetsuya activated his Spirit Control Technique, using the Whale Devouring Sea technique to absorb the spiritual energy in the surrounding arena, which was much denser than in the real world, quickly replenishing the nearly half of his spiritual energy consumption.

He glanced at Aobe, who stood behind Hojo Ujiyasu, his fingers thick and bony, still smiling.

—The third person must be Tominaga Uemon-no-jo, who is skilled in archery.

But to Uesugi Tetsu's surprise, it was not this third member of the Five Colors Guard who met his end.

As Hojo Ujiyasu waved his hand expressionlessly, the shadow beside him gradually condensed and stood upright.

A mysterious being completely shrouded in black cloth appeared in Uesugi Tetsu's field of vision.

Above his head, the name that would later be mentioned alongside Hattori Hanzo was suddenly displayed!
——[Fuma Kotaro]!
(End of this chapter)