A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 145 The big one is coming

"Since it's a wood spirit, it's likely to be enhanced in an aquatic environment?"

They leaped down and landed beside the lake, where Luo Yan stood ready.

The supernatural disaster 'Wrath of the Forest,' which separates Kyoto and Osaka and divides the Osaka metropolitan area in two, features plant-based monsters.

That Wood Sprite #17 is a standard plant sprite, and perhaps it can take advantage of the watery environment to unleash some amazing ability again.

Thinking this, Luo and he got into position—

This arrangement lasted for half an hour.

Shouldn't it be?
"Ran?!"

Even He Luo couldn't hold back anymore.

He shouted so arrogantly, but actually escaped using 'water escape'—this...

"It can be considered a kind of 'military strategy'."

The young monk, realizing what had happened, couldn't help but be speechless.

That's true; after all, this is their home turf, so there's no need for them to fight to the death. On the contrary:

brush,

The young monk turned and ran.

"Now, it's my turn to run for my life."

The other party went back and called for reinforcements, then he was going to be ganged up on.

If he were to provoke an entity like the 'Six Harmonies', then this 'reincarnation of an Arhat' would likely perish on the spot, unless a Bodhisattva were willing to intervene and save him.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee.

However, the young monk was overthinking it.
Because a certain wood spirit did not publicly announce its failure.

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Takatsuki City,
In the plant-themed buildings in the city center.

"Number 17, why are you all soaking wet?"

The few wood spirits who remained here looked at their colleagues who pushed open the door with suspicion: They looked quite disheveled.
"Ahem, it's okay."

Feigning composure, Wood Spirit #17 clenched his fist and placed it in front of his mouth, forcing an explanation.

"I just went for a swim in the Yodogawa River."

The Yodo River originates from Lake Biwa in Shiga Prefecture, flows through Kyoto, Takatsuki, Osaka, and other areas, and finally empties into Osaka Bay. It can be said to be the source of island civilization: the water from Lake Biwa, the largest freshwater lake in the island nation, flows through this river into Osaka Bay, providing drinking water and irrigation for the cities along the way.

Most ancient cities were built along waterways, and Kyoto was no exception.

Modern cities, on the other hand, are built on the coast.

For example, Osaka.

"Huh? Why do you suddenly want to go swimming?"

"With our bodies, we can float on the river even without doing anything, how come you—"

A perceptive wood spirit pointed to the vine-covered 'clothes' on Number 17, which still bore traces of mud and sand.

"Cough, these are the marks from my diving practice."

diving?

This left the wood spirits even more confused.

Are their physical characteristics still sufficient to support a sport like diving?
Besides, what's so great about diving in the Yodo River? It's a river that flows through a city; I can't even imagine what's beneath it.

"I'm going to find Sister 18."

While the wood spirits were still confused, Number 17 quickly made his escape.

What could she say?
Could it be that he was beaten so badly by a monk that he couldn't even lift his head and had to flee into the sewers to escape?

no way!

She is the number one Wood Spirit under Lord Liuhe.

Such a shameful thing, I wouldn't even admit it, let alone say it out loud!
败？
What nonsense are you talking about?
It's just a matter of 'regrouping'.

As long as the battle has not yet determined a winner, it is not considered a defeat.

"Sister Number 18,"

Pushing open the door to the room of the Wood Spirit No. 18, one finds the other sitting on a bed made of bamboo, wiping a bamboo spear in his hand.

"I want to learn how to fight from you, please teach me!"

?

"Number 17,"

The long-haired, long-skirted Wood Spirit #18 stood up.

"You'd like to learn combat skills? No problem, I'll teach you everything I know."

Number 18 looked pleased.
Although it might sound a bit harsh to say it this way...

But among all the wood spirits, number 17 is the least 'ambitious'.

Because of their previous battle with the 'Kamaitachi', the Wood Spirits realized their shortcomings and devoted themselves to honing their abilities and becoming more familiar with combat.

Only Number 17 goes to the 'Flower Room' every day, and when asked to use her abilities, she hesitates and stammers, let alone engage in actual combat. If this continues, she might die at the hands of those humans at any time.

So seeing this scene, number 18 was very happy.

"However, my specialty is marksmanship,"

"If you want to learn karate, you can find number 1."

"no problem,"

Number 17 clenched his fist in high spirits.

"I want to learn them all!"

Next time, I'll make that bald monk kneel down and beg for mercy, and then I'll firmly reject him.

In fact, #18 was wrong. #17 wasn't not working hard; she was working hard in a different direction. However, after fighting with that 'bald monk,' she realized that she relied too much on her abilities and lacked self-training.

Otherwise, even without using 'Fusion Vines', the defensive and offensive capabilities enhanced by 'Steel Vines' would be enough to hold their own against the opponent.

Instead of being grabbed and tossed around like a sack of rice.

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"Ok?"

They ran all the way to the Jiaoye Mountains and stopped with Luo.

"That wood spirit."

They didn't bring anyone to cause trouble for me?
"Never mind, I've already done enough testing with Buddhist teachings."

Since this place is so dangerous, we won't come here: the areas suffering from the 'forest disaster' are not just this small area.

Besides, we've already studied all the abilities, so next:
"Go home and sleep."

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.

"stop!"

"Robbery!"

Just as they stepped out of Jiaoye Mountain, two people jumped out from the nearby woods.

Then, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Haha, Master, what a coincidence!"

With an awkward laugh, the afro-haired henchman hid the dagger behind his back, trying to get away with it by being cute.

Snapped,

He was immediately slapped by the older brother next to him.

"Idiot, this guy isn't carrying a gun!"

yes,

Upon closer inspection, the other party was shirtless, with no holster under his arm or weapon at his waist; of course, it could also be ruled out that he had a pistol tucked into his lower back.

But the other party was wearing monk's trousers and did not have a belt to secure the pistol;

Except for the clothes tied up at the waist.

"Hahahaha~~"

"Hehehe,"

The two thugs exchanged a glance and then laughed. "What a coincidence! What's that saying again?"

In the end, it was the older brother who was more educated.

"If this evil karma had a physical form, the entire universe could not contain it."

"Bald donkey!"

"Robbery on the highway, your karma has been dealt a severe blow!"

After he finished speaking, two thugs rushed up, carrying metal baseball bats and short knives.

"Private Marseille,"

“Private Marseille with red bean paste!”

A dozen seconds later, the two thugs, their faces bruised and swollen, obediently knelt on the roadside, bowing their heads and sitting on the ground.

"Amitabha,"

"Sigh, why bother?"

Luo sighed and clasped his hands together.

“The two benefactors do not understand Buddhist teachings, but this humble monk knows a little bit about martial arts.”

“We were wrong,”

"Please, Master, spare us!"

What could those two thugs say? The other guy's fighting skills weren't just "a little," they were a billion!
Before I could even see how I was hit, I was beaten up.

Yes,

This bald master came out from the direction of Kono City twice, which clearly indicates he is a supernatural being.

The leader, kneeling and begging for mercy, was somewhat annoyed, wondering if he had been infected by his underlings and had become stupid as well.

After their car was stolen, the two of them simply followed suit and started doing "business without capital" here, but unexpectedly, they were beaten up by this master again.
Just as the older brother was feeling frustrated, the other person had already walked past them.

"for you,"

The words that rang out at the same time
It seems he gave his younger brother something.

"Big brother, big brother, big brother,"

The footsteps of that 'master' had already faded into the distance, and only when his underlings kept urging him on did the eldest brother finally raise his head.

"What are you yelling about?!"

The moment he looked up, the older brother froze.

Because in the hands of his frizzy-haired henchman was a strange fruit.

The apple is large, white, and has cloud-like patterns on it.

"This, this, this."

For a moment, the older brother seemed to have really caught the other person's ailment, and he couldn't even speak properly.

Supernatural fruit?
It must be a supernatural fruit!
"This is a supernatural fruit, big brother."

The henchman with the afro was overjoyed and handed the fruit in his hand to his boss.

"Look, our target!"

"The master gave this to us. It turns out the master was really a good person."

Faced with his younger brother's excited boasting,
The elder brother's expression changed several times.

"you,"

quite a while,

The eldest brother then slowly spoke.

"Why don't you eat it yourself?"

You can gain power by eating a supernatural fruit.

This is information broadcast live to the world by 'News King'. Without him, not only would this characteristic be unknown, but even the existence of supernatural fruits would only be known to a few powerful and wealthy people.

"what?"

The younger brother with the afro scratched his head in confusion at his older brother's question.

"Because you're the eldest brother."

"Didn't we agree that you would eat the first one and I would eat the second one?"

Snapped,
The hand gently landed on the afro, and the older brother lowered his head.

"Are you stupid, you idiot!"

That was a lie I told you.

How could you be so stupid?!
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"fine,"

With his other hand raised to cover his face, the older brother answered in a hoarse voice.

"Sand got into my eyes."

Taking a deep breath, the eldest brother accepted the supernatural fruit from his younger brother and took a trembling bite.

"Jiankou, let's go!"

Standing up, the eldest brother clenched his fist and crushed the remaining fruit in his hand into powder.

"I'll help you get the supernatural fruit."

Today, right now!
"Yes, Brother Baomu."

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In a dark space,

The girl holding the short sword remained motionless, assuming a slashing stance, maintaining the 'Zanshin' posture, with her eyes closed.

She had maintained this posture for so long that the five little figures floating around her couldn't help but worry.

"Master, we..."

"Shut up, Number 3!"

This time, it was number 2 who interrupted the others.

“The master is at a critical juncture in his breakthrough; take back your weak words.”

It must be said that although Number 2 is usually very "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), when he gets serious, the other little people don't dare to say much.

"Number 2 is right,"

In the end, it was station number 1 who stepped forward.

"What we need to do now is to trust our master."

Concentration, perception

The girl, still holding the sword, was following the teachings of the great Onmyoji 'Ashiya Dōman', focusing her mind on a single point, and then setting her target:

Cleave this space open!

"kill!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and as the word "kill" burst from his mouth, his killing intent also reached its peak.

He stepped forward, and the short sword slashed forward!

cut----

Driven by his will, the 'qi' within his body condensed on the short sword, suddenly imbuing this weapon, which was originally just a technological creation, with supernatural power.

Tear

A flash of silver light

The darkness before my eyes was suddenly ripped open with a 'crack'.

"Oh?"

A surprised voice came from behind.

"Not bad, you actually mastered it."

"I'll send you out now, but remember my conditions—"

He was to pass on the art of Yin and Yang to him.

(End of this chapter)