I'm a demon in Tokyo!

Chapter 289 Uesugi Tetsuya is clearly full of openings... but why can't I even hurt the hem of his clothes!

On the vast arena.

Under the gaze of thousands of spectators, Yanliu, looking relaxed, stood facing Uesugi Tetsu, who wore a red Hannya mask that evoked a subtle sense of disgust.

"I'm just telling the truth. No matter how hard you try to cultivate yourself, it won't make any difference if you don't have talent or ability."

Yan Liu didn't make a strong sound.

However, his voice was amplified by the combined force of his internal energy and the microphone outside the arena, making it clear to everyone inside the venue and outside the live broadcast.

In the audience, Chisa, who was silently clenching her fist to cheer for Uesugi Tetsu, bit her lip and clenched her fist even tighter.

Uesugi Tetsu thought for a moment, but did not reply.

He originally wanted to say that Yanliu's logic was completely nonsensical and ridiculous.

—If there are people in this world who become strong through hard work, then according to his logic, wouldn't these people all have so-called "talent" and "gift"?

But in the end, Uesugi Tetsu didn't say these words.

He felt that it was simpler, more direct, and more decisive to settle things with fists than to stand and talk back to Yan Liu.

This guy who gets arrogant and overconfident after achieving a little success still needs to be brought to his senses by harsh reality.

"I just find it really annoying that there are dogs barking all the time, I don't know where they are."

Uesugi Tetsu tilted his head, his gaze passing over the referee's raised arm, and calmly asked,

"Don't you think so, Yanliu?"

Yan Liu squinted, but did not observe any trace of "qi" flowing on Uesugi Tetsu's body.

"Uesugi-kun, this is the only time you can use your words."

He chuckled, took a deep breath, and compressed all his internal energy into his body, transforming it into a violent power source: "Don't end up like that kid who only knows how to play Pokémon, getting kicked away by me."

Just now, Uesugi Tetsu reacted very quickly when he said he was admitting defeat, which proves that he must be quite good at speed.

That being the case.

Yanliu crouched slightly, his eyes locked on Uesugi Che, putting everything else out of his mind.

—Then I will crush you completely in your area of ​​expertise!
"Game start."

The moment the referee's hand landed, Yan Liu vanished from his spot, leaving a trail of afterimages of his taekwondo uniform on the stage.

A distance of over 100 meters was traversed in less than half a blink of an eye.

However, from Yanliu's perspective, Uesugi Tetsu remained motionless.

Don't move?

How could he not move at all?
Yan Liu felt a sense of doubt, but it did not prevent him from arriving behind Uesugi Tetsuya in an instant.

Land, twist your hips, and extend your leg!

Just like when he knocked Higashiyama Kei unconscious with a single kick, a high whip kick was about to land on Uesugi Tetsu's chin!
But just as the whip kick was about to touch Uesugi Tetsuya's body within thirty centimeters, Yanliu felt an unpredictable premonition of death rising in his heart, as if he were falling into an ice cellar.

My gut feeling told me that if I kicked him like that, I would definitely die.

Boom boom boom!
Amidst the faint sonic booms, Yanliu retreated to the edge of the ring in the blink of an eye, staring intently at Uesugi Tetsu, who remained completely still.

Cold sweat, thick as liquid, was slowly dripping from his chin.

"What, aren't you going to call back?"

Uesugi Tetsu raised his eyes and asked calmly.

With a thought, he released the complex, multi-layered circulation of qi—so complex that it was unimaginable to ordinary people—that had been bound together by the Spirit Control Technique, along with the fiery armor and the high-pressure thunderstorm compressed within it.

If Yan Liu had kicked me from behind just now, I would have been violently swept away by the edge of the ring.

Yanliu didn't reply, but just breathed heavily, staring at Uesugi Tetsuya, who hadn't made a single move throughout.

What's going on... This guy is clearly full of openings, so why does he think that kicking him from behind would definitely kill him?
After a brief observation and amidst the boos from the audience, Yanliu finally noticed that there was no fluctuation of Qi on Uesugi Tetsuya's body.

By the way, what about his internal energy circulation?

Where did you go?

Yan Liu scanned and looked around several times, but found nothing.

Could it be that this Uesugi Tetsu is an Onmyoji?

Yan Liu thought to himself.

It's possible, because his stance doesn't seem to belong to any particular style of martial arts, and he's not holding any weapons.

But if that's the case, where is his shikigami?

I didn't see it.

Yanliu has almost no understanding of Onmyoji.

Not only did he not understand the difference between the Four Paths and Five Elements, and unorthodox methods, he even thought that all Onmyoji should have shikigami, just like Higashiyama Kei.

……

Click click click.

"Uesugi-kun is indeed amazing, hoho... This guy named Enryu is just a local tyrant in his own little territory, yet he thinks the whole world is on the same level as him."

While eating potato chips, Jiujieyuan Jin pointed at Yan Liu, whose eyes were filled with surprise and doubt, with her red finger covered in seasoning, and shouted.

"Uesugi-kun, give him a good beating!"

"Having never been defeated since birth, with everything going smoothly and according to one's wishes, getting whatever one wants and doing whatever one wants, isn't it normal for someone with such a life experience to be arrogant and disdainful of everyone?"

Yuan Xinshui remained expressionless, only glancing at the half-eaten potato chips in Jiujieyuan Jin's hand out of the corner of her eye.

She said calmly, "He won both of his challenges just now, so he should look down on Uesugi Tetsuya."

"That's human nature."

"Sister Xinshui, what are you saying?"

Kujouin Jin took a palm-sized potato chip from the bag and handed it over, blinking in confusion as she asked, "Sister Xinshui, you've never lost before, and you're still very humble, aren't you?"

Yuan Xinshui, who was using her inner energy to catch the potato chips, stared at the boy who was more beautiful than most women, and burst out laughing as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Me, being modest?"

After Yuan Xinshui finished eating the potato chips in small bites, she asked,
"Xiao Jin, why do you think I'm associated with humility?"

Jiujieyuan Jin raised a finger and said seriously, "Because when you first came to my room, didn't you ask me how to turn on the air conditioner?"

"Is this considered modesty?" Yuan Xinshui retorted. "It's just asking an expert in an unknown field; shouldn't that be the obvious thing to do?"

"Of course it counts!"

Kyuuketsuin Jin twitched her fingers, placed her hands on either side of her smooth, fair abdomen, and said, "An immodest person will keep their requests to themselves, and might even break my air conditioner!"

"For example, our family and your family's old folks..."

"I want to eat this."

Yuan Xinshui pointed to the bag of potato chips in Jiujieyuan Jin's arms, interrupting him.

Kyujou Inu instinctively wanted to hand it over, but after glancing around out of the corner of her eye, she realized that this was actually the last bag of barbecue flavor.

So he coughed twice.

"Sister Xinshui, I'll get you a new bag."

"No, I want this one."

Before Jiujieyuan Jin could react, the remaining half bag of potato chips fell into Yuan Xinshui's hands, and she ate it all up.

Yuan Xinshui crumpled the packaging bag into a ball and threw it into the trash can before commenting to Jiu Jieyuan Jin.
"This tastes pretty good, I can buy more in the future."

After a moment, she asked again, "Xiao Jin, am I being modest?"

Jin of the Nine Tribulations Institute remained silent.

"Xiao Jin, you must remember this."

Yuan Xinshui said: "No matter how warm, humble, and helpful a strong person may appear on the surface... the essence of a strong person can never be humble."

Kujou-in Jin retorted, "I am..."

Yuan Xinshui stared at him quietly, the meaning of her gaze self-evident.

You consider yourself a strong person?
"Fine, I won't argue with you anymore, Xinshui."

Kyujou Jin got up, grabbed two bags of potato chips, and started munching on them.

After a while, he finally uttered a word.

"Sister Xinshui, who do you think will be number one, Uesugi-kun or your sister?"

……

On the stage, Uesugi Tetsuya, who hadn't moved an inch, spread his hands.
"Seeing how scared you are, I won't make things difficult for you."

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Uesugi Tetsu clearly stated, "If you can make me bleed, I will admit defeat immediately."

Yan Liu immediately looked up, his gaze turning icy: "Uesugi-kun, are you looking down on me?"

"Are you allowed to look down on others, but others aren't allowed to do the same to you?"

Uesugi Tetsu shrugged: "Anyway, my words hold true."

"Then—get off the field!"

boom!
Yanliu raised his leg and left a footprint half an inch deep on the specially made arena.

boom! boom! boom!
With each collision of flesh and the ring, a deafening roar erupted, growing ever more intense and faster.

The first step was still visible to ordinary people, but in the blink of an eye, Yan Liu transformed into a black and red streak of light and hurtled towards Uesugi Tetsuya. A subtle tremor reached the seats of the nearest row of spectators.

"Hellfire, Mountain-Shattering Fist!"

Amidst Yan Liu's furious roar, his fist, imbued with the immense energy of dozens of steps brought down with full force, suddenly shot out like a supersonic cannonball.

The crimson flames of the protective aura splashed and shot out like flowing water, their terrifying power giving the impression that they could truly shatter mountains.

Then, it was as if it had collided with a solid, unmoving object.

Stopped abruptly.

buzzing...

A buzzing and whistling sound filled Yanliu's head.

In the instant the thin smoke dissipated, Yanliu realized that it was a faint moan coming from his own body.

Before him, Uesugi Tetsuya, wearing the Red Hannya Mask, remained motionless, his eyes filled with mockery.

Yan Liu didn't have time to think. He covered his numb right arm and stepped back in an instant, his mind reeling.

What is blocking me?

There's clearly nothing between him and Uesugi Tetsu!

—But in the eyes of a true master, Uesugi Tetsuya's figure was dazzling and colorful.

All colors were compressed together irrationally, converging on the original Qi circulation.

Takizawa Kai, who could only see spiritual power and flame armor, frowned and pondered, realizing that he could not achieve this level no matter what.

Saito Ryuichi was already sighing helplessly in his heart, pondering how to maintain his third and fourth positions.

The two from Kamo and Tsuchimikado both wore solemn expressions, and after exchanging a glance, they both noticed the surprise in each other's eyes.

Because those who can manipulate spiritual power and internal energy to this extent, besides ghosts and gods who are proficient in this art, are only...

"A cobbled-together shield can't stop my sword."

Genjiro stroked the blade of Hotaru, soothing the bloodthirsty demon sword: "It won't be long before we can fight that person."

"This punch consumed about 15% of my internal energy reserves."

Uesugi Tetsu felt his energy suddenly diminish and thought to himself that Yanliu's fist was quite powerful.

It's barely passable.

However, under the overall coordination and arrangement of a master-level spirit control technique, it's nothing special.

We are still far from the limit of this "shield".

This little bit of consumption is nothing.

At this moment, in the TOP6 seat, the petite two-foot-tall man with his hat brim pulled low was sitting cross-legged, quietly watching Uesugi Tetsuya.

A mere 15% consumption can be fully recovered in just a few breaths.

Not to mention that he still has unused spiritual energy in his acupoints and dantian.

"how?"

Uesugi Tetsu pointed to the young man whose upper body uniform was torn and who was swinging his arms, and chuckled.
"Yanliu, is this all the power in your chaotic punch?"

“Very good... Uesugi Tetsu.”

Yan Liu stomped his foot, shattering his trouser legs and revealing the black rings binding his legs.

"These specially made steel rings were originally installed because I was so bored, to limit my strength."

Amid the gasps of the audience, he reached out and removed all the black rings, casually tossing them onto the ring with a series of loud thuds.

Yan Liu stretched his shoulders and hopped around in place at several times the speed he had before: "You're barely worth me using my full strength for!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yanliu flipped over and kicked Uesugi Tetsuya with all his might.

The supersonic kick tore through the air, creating a vacuum blade enveloped in dark red aura.

Hellfire Kick!
If an ordinary person were to face this, they would be torn in two before they could even react.

Even when Lei Gang, who was suspected of having mastered the Palace of Flesh, resisted, his body was still inevitably cut with a bloody gash.

"Oh."

Uesugi Tetsu flicked his fingers.

Under the control of the spirit-controlling technique, the deep purple lightning transformed into fine lines that were indistinguishable to the naked eye, and leisurely sliced ​​the so-called vacuum blade into several pieces.

It then returned to its original position, slowly and deliberately slipping through the extremely rudimentary loophole in the Qi circulation, brushing past Yan Liu's cheek.

呲.

In Yan Liu's senses, he had only just kicked out Yu Lan's foot when he felt a slight stinging pain on the left side of his cheek.

The young man instinctively raised his hand and touched a sticky mess of blood.

Ugh?
The circulation of internal energy has been broken?

Yan Liu was still in a daze when the sound of Yu Lan's foot being crushed reached his ears.

When was I...?
Yanliu looked up in disbelief and heard Uesugi Tetsu's calm voice drifting over—

"I'm a super useless piece of trash who needs two whole months to even get the basics of the Natural Mind Style, and I've only just begun to learn the Five Elements Yin-Yang Technique."

Uesugi Tetsuya paused, then flicked his finger, severing a tuft of Yanliu's sideburn with lightning, and shrugged indifferently.

"But it's easy for me, a piece of trash, to make you bleed."

This is indeed true.

Without the aid of the soothing incense ash and the visualization of proficiency progress, Uesugi Tetsuya could only increase his proficiency by one or two points in his first attempt at training with all his might.

In the VIP section, Tamamo had already stood up, waving her fists and shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Beat him up! Beat him up! Give this arrogant bastard, Uesugi-nii-san, a good humiliation!"

Chisa clenched her little fists excitedly, but unlike her sister, she didn't chatter on and on. Instead, she silently cheered for Uesugi Tetsuya on the field.

Beside him, Hozoin Inari pondered the two bolts of lightning that had left their mark on his eyes, and licked his lips with amusement.

"This is actually quite delicious."

Motonobu Okabe sat silently.

—This guy named Uesugi Tetsu didn't take off his mask or move at all. Apart from being "strong," he didn't seem to have anything in common with that Tetsu.

It would be great if this guy could wield a sword.

With just a swing of his sword, Motonobu Okabe could get a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Of course, there is an even simpler way.

If Okabe Motonobu just looked up now, he could see the two-foot-tall man she had met before in the TOP6 seat.

Unfortunately, her attention was completely drawn to the battle on the ring, and she was afraid of missing any detail.

"Ryuji, do you think what that kid named Uesugi said is true?"

Inside the same venue, Tokugawa Motoyasu was surrounded by an unusual silence.

"Completely fake."

Tokugawa Ryuji immediately replied, "You can tell from our just-exchange exchange that Uesugi Tetsu is an absolute, once-in-a-century super genius, no less than me."

The next Tokugawa lord, who was also undefeated, commented: "If he had started training from a young age, he might have already surpassed me."

"Is this so..."

Amidst indistinct murmurs, Tokugawa Motoyasu opened his eyelids, which were as withered as tree bark.

……

"Useless? Are you kidding me..."

Yan Liu clenched his fists, his muscles undulating like a writhing dragon, and his skin began to emit steam like a red-hot iron.

As time passed, the pounding of Yan Liu's heart grew louder and louder, soon drowning out the sounds of the entire audience.

The crimson aura materialized and flowed, transforming into one ferocious and malevolent Rakshasa phantom after another behind the fiery current.

The Rakshasa grew taller and taller, emitting wave after wave of cruel, sinister laughter.

If this scene were to occur late at night, it would undoubtedly be described by witnesses as a parade of a hundred ghosts!
At this moment, Yanliu, carrying the suffocating ferocity of the Hundred Demon Rakshasa, arrived in front of Uesugi Tetsuya, who was still standing in the same place, in a single step with almost divine speed.

Yan Liu, whose body had swelled to the size of a small giant, raised his fist and roared with murderous intent.
"—Hellfire, Rakshasa Fist!"

A hundred Rakshasa roared and swarmed forward!

The earth-shaking commotion suddenly appeared throughout the venue, only to be extinguished in an instant.

The billowing smoke and dust obscured all the cameras, causing countless viewers to hold their breath at that moment.

A few seconds later, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

As a result, the audience could see the terrifying aftershocks of the Rakshasa Fist, which even shaved off tens of centimeters of the ten-meter radius of the arena.

Naturally, you will be able to see it.

The man standing on the intact arena after the smoke and dust had cleared, wearing a red hannya mask, was brushing the dust off the corner of his clothes.

"Are you done fighting?"

Under Yan Liu's bewildered gaze, the brand-new Red Prajna Mask grinned maliciously at him.

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