A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 163 Draw a sword to help
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A girl wearing camouflage clothing,

It moves merrily between the buildings covered in plants, leaping forward with a sense of boundless joy.

Carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment and still maintaining such a posture is clearly different from that of a 'human'.

"Hehehe~~"

Watching the high school girl running and laughing like a deer, Matsumoto Jinpei, who was right behind her, shook his head with a smile.

That's how it should be; young people should act like young people.

Ok?
boom--

A dull thud came from afar.
The two speeding people braked suddenly at the same time, leaving two charred tracks on the ground, and leaves and weeds flew everywhere.

"There was a fight?"

"Uncle, would you like to go take a look?"

Although it was a question, Satomi Sato spoke as if it were a statement. She knew perfectly well that, given Jinbe's personality, he wouldn't stand idly by.

This is the "Forest Road," which erupted centered on "Takatsuki City," a battlefield between humans and supernatural beings.

Because I had been caught in the rain, I wanted to hold an umbrella for others.

This is Jinpei Matsumoto.

"Satomi, are you okay?"

"I am also a supernatural being, and I can keep up with the old man's pace."

"it is good!"

Since Satomi has said so,
"Let's go over and take a look."

He saves people if they are attacked.

As long as the 'Human-Faced Tree' is not slaughtered indiscriminately, it should not provoke powerful individuals to take action.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Waaaaaaahhhhhh~~"

"What's wrong? Is that all you can do?"

In a park completely covered by giant plants, a wood sprite stands atop vines, arms outstretched, chest puffed out, head held high against the wind, striking a pose that embodies the loneliness of invincibility.

"As expected, I am the strong one."

Strength and weakness are concepts derived from comparison; only by defeating others can one prove oneself to be strong.

"I want to thank you for making me realize this fact."

"Cough cough,"

Opposite the wooden spirit that was issuing a 'declaration of strength', Urabe no Zhang, who was supporting his body with one hand holding a knife and had not fallen, took several deep breaths.

"Number 17, and Yui, number 18?"

"what?"

He tilted his head.

Wood Spirit #17 revealed a mischievous smile.

"You still dare to covet other people's number 18 sister when you're facing me?"

"Don't worry, I will let you see her."

Wood Spirit #17 raises his right hand, which is wrapped with 'steel vines'.

"Take your head back with you!"

As a souvenir.

call out---

The beam of light shot towards them at high speed, but Wood Spirit 17 simply waved his hand and shattered the light into fragments with a snap.

"As for you,"

With his gaze falling on Erke Ling, who was shooting arrows behind him, Number 17 thought for a moment.

"Let's use it as fertilizer."

"That won't do,"

Pulling out his long sword from the ground, Bu Buzhang confronted him head-on.

"Whether it's number 18 or Ling, I won't give it to you!"

"A greedy man,"

The vines underfoot bent backward, forming a slingshot shape.

"Watch me cut off your head."

brush----

With a sudden flick of her wrist and the force of her own legs pushing off, she instantly transformed into a beam of light, shooting towards Bu Buzhang with a speed comparable to an arrow.

"Diamond Type - Iron Shatter!"

The fist, wrapped in thorns and vines, slammed heavily onto the long sword that Bu Buzhang had raised.

Click! !
Amidst the ear-piercing metallic cracking sound, the one-armed man was sent flying backwards as if he had been hit head-on by a train.

boom!
It crashed into a building.

A large cloud of smoke and dust erupted on the spot.

"Don't think that only humans can learn and become stronger."

Mokumei #17, who sent his opponent flying more than ten meters with a single punch, proudly announced:
"Even hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship, I can learn them!"

With the addition of three abilities, the current Wood Spirit No. 17 is no longer the weakling who could only throw wild punches and was defeated in a few moves.

"Zhang!"

"Um?!"

As Niko Rei ran in that direction, Number 17 noticed something was wrong.

"who are you?"

"I,"

Amidst the smoke and dust, a steady, middle-aged voice rang out.

"Just an ordinary person passing by."

As they spoke, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing two figures.

In front of him was Bu Buzhang, who was naturally blasted away; behind him was a middle-aged man who raised his hand to stop him.

As for the dust and smoke that was stirred up, it was actually the sound of the middle-aged man bending down and taking a step.

"Hey, do you want to look in a mirror?"

Upon seeing who it was, Number 17 immediately snapped, "What makes you look like a human being?"

Flying eyebrows and fangs.

Not to mention 'ordinary'!
"Hey buddy, are you alright?"

"Ah, it's nothing, thank you, uncle."

If it weren't for the other party's help, he would have already crashed heavily into the building behind him.

Even though Urabe Akira is now a supernatural being, his strength is still insufficient; according to official classification, he's at the E+ level. In close combat, he can easily take down American soldiers, but if the opponent creates distance, just trying to get close is a huge problem, which makes placing him at this level quite reasonable.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"Don't be nervous, that's my family's Uncle Jinbe."

A girl dressed in grass-green camouflage leaped over and landed next to Erke Ling.

"The uncle saw injustice and drew his sword to help; that's all."

"Thank you both."

The fully armed girl in front of me looked to be about my age;

The middle-aged man had just saved Bobu Zhang, and as his companion, Niko Rei should express her gratitude.

"Leave the fighting to them, we'll retreat for now."

Satomi carries various high-tech weapons, but it's best not to use them unless absolutely necessary.

The fact that the girl wielding the compound bow had her arrow easily blocked by the opponent earlier proves that her attack was also of little effect.

Then don't hold us back, just step back obediently.

".good."

Erke Ling also knew that she couldn't help.

The compound bow in her hand was just an 'ordinary' weapon, no longer keeping up with her strength: if she used too much force, it might even break.

"You think I'm afraid of you just because you added one more person?"

Facing both the man wielding the broken sword, Bu Buzhang, and the newly joined middle-aged man, Number 17 extended his palm and beckoned to him.

"Let's all come at once,"

"I want to save time."

"Sorry, sir, for dragging you into this fight."

Matsumoto Jinpei didn't care about what Urabe Sho said because:
"Helping you is my own decision."

Moreover, the boy's first thought was for him; he was undoubtedly a good person, and good people shouldn't suffer such misfortune.

"Hey buddy, cover for me."

"I'll test their strength first."

In Matsumoto Jinpei's mind, there was a set of fighting techniques called Fishman Karate—no, the formal name was 'Kawakami-shu Tang Shou'. However, in Jinpei's opinion, since it was a hand-to-hand combat technique used by fish and shrimp-type monsters, it could simply be called 'Fishman Karate'.

bang,
With a push of his feet, he charged towards the Wood Spirit.

"One Thousand Pieces of Watts Right Fist!"

Twisting his waist and throwing a punch, Matsumoto Jinpei delivered a punch;
It looks ordinary, just a perfectly normal punch.

However, this move can break a thousand tiles in water with a single punch: simply put, the power of one punch is enough to blast a house apart.

"Alright, let me see just how strong you are."

Faced with this punch, Wood Spirit #17 braced his arms, ready to take it head-on.

Bang! ! !
There was a muffled sound,
The opponent's fist slammed into Number 17's arm, which was covered in steel vines.

The immense force forcefully pushed the air aside, and the gale, centered on the point of impact, rushed out in all directions. In an instant, sand and stones flew, flowers and grass danced in the air, and the ground that was originally covered by plants was forcibly ripped open, and the concrete ground was cracked in many places as if it had been hit by heavy artillery.

Both were startled and used the force to take a few steps back.

"Not bad,"

This power far surpasses that of those humans who have eaten the 'Spirit Power Fruit', making Number 17 look at it with new respect.

Hey?
The next moment, she felt liquid dripping from her lips.

With a flick of the wrist, a vibrant green liquid appeared.

"I'm injured?"

when?
Is this the water control technique of the fish-man, no, the Kawakami-shu?
Even Matsumoto Jinpei, who threw the punch, was somewhat surprised: when dealing with those yakuza thugs, he had to hold back most of his strength, otherwise the scene would be too gruesome to handle, requiring him to use a shovel to clean up the mess. He had never used this kind of 'skill' before.

His punches were not simply physical attacks.

Upon hitting an opponent, it will disrupt the water content in the opponent's body: the human body has a water content of about 60%, which is lower for the elderly and higher for children.

When this skill is mastered to a high level, a single punch can send enemies flying backwards from any angle!

Being given the title of 'god' is indeed impressive.

"Hmph, no matter how strange your fists are, don't think I can't do anything about it."

Wiping the fluid from under her nose, Number 17 usually never backs down, especially now that there's still room for improvement:
Snapped,

"Come out, sprinkler lotus!"

As Wood Sprite #17 clapped his hands, giant vines sprouted from the battlefield.

At the top of the vines are huge pink flower buds: as these buds bloom, they transform into giant lotus flowers.

Immediately afterwards, streams of water gushed out from the lotus seedpod in the center of the lotus, quickly turning the surrounding area into a pond.

"Wow, this used to be a wetland park with a very rich underground water system."

As large amounts of water gushed out, the pond quickly developed into a lake.

Standing on this lake with its rushing currents, Number 17 spreads his arms wide:

"Let's see what you can do on my turf!"

She is a wood spirit, essentially a 'Homie' created from plants. Unless she is submerged for months or years, she has no problem breathing. But what about humans? Just a few minutes in water, and even a supernatural being will perish on the spot.

"Uncle, let's get out of here!"

As the water gushing from those 'giant lotus flowers' converged into a surging 'river,' Bu Buzhang shouted a warning from behind.

His strength was already inferior to Number 17's, and now that the opponent is using his ability to create a lake, it would be unwise to continue fighting.

Running away, though shameful, is better than losing your life.

"No,"

Faced with the surging water, Matsumoto Jinpei revealed a 'strange' expression.

It's like someone who's sleepy being offered a pillow.

"If it's a water environment,"

"This should be my home turf."

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(End of this chapter)