My wife is the stand-in.

Three feathers from Wuyi Mountain pierced the lizardman's body, sending him flying.

But the expression on the face of the Eastern Leaf Knight was even more gloomy.

The lizardman didn't die.

Its rotten-skin-like scales blocked his casual strike. When this demon first appeared, it was clearly only at the level of a mediocre swordsman, but now it has reached the level of a gang leader, with a defensive capability comparable to that of the Vajra Train Hero.

"A bunch of madmen seeking a breakthrough? Don't they know what it means for a branch to be invaded by demons?!"

Upon seeing the gloomy face of the Eastern Leaf Knight, the Lizard Man burst into laughter, absorbing the black energy even faster.

Other demons also leaped into the audience, recklessly absorbing the energy, and their bodies began to change.

Amanosaki watched all this with his Byakugan eyes, completely dumbfounded.

These demons are getting stronger in such a direct way, they don't even need to cultivate?

"Hey, what kind of naughty things are you doing here with your girlfriend? How about I join in?"

A slippery voice came from below the stands, and Amanosaki's nerves tensed up instantly!

Chapter Six: The Stand User, Please Appear!

Is it okay to sweat?

Sweat doesn't ask questions, but Amanosaki, soaked in sweat, thought he should find someone with the ability to communicate with sweat glands and ask them to stop secreting sweat like crazy at such a critical moment.

Because doing so will not only be ineffective, but will also make the already awkward situation even worse.

Sticky underwear and t-shirts really affect one's mood.

And please take care of your bladder too, the urge to urinate really affects your running movements...

"No, what am I thinking?" he muttered to himself, somewhat shocked by his own state.

Is this the idiotic soul in the novel? Everyone else experiences great terror between life and death, but I experience low-level rants between life and death.

Amanosaki, targeted by the demon, neither ran away immediately nor showed any remarkable on-the-spot reaction. Instead, he easily gave up thinking and let chaotic thoughts fill his mind, showing no self-control whatsoever.

There wasn't even a scene of reminiscing about life.

Ultimately, before he transmigrated, he was just a college student. After transmigrating, he was busy obtaining a household registration. He had only ever seen evil spirits and heretics in live streams and videos.

Subconsciously, he still used the rules of Earth as a benchmark, thinking that those things were far away from him. Without any psychological preparation or mental rehearsal, he habitually tried to soothe his feelings with complaints and wild thoughts.

He was actually very nervous, but he just didn't move.

He just squatted there, nothing more.

"I'm such a loser," Amanosaki thought.

Soft, delicate hands ran through his hair, gently stroking along the texture, while his own hands, clenched in nervousness, were enveloped by another warm palm.

Hinata Hyuga's face always seemed to be bathed in soft light, and the stars in her eyes were brighter than ever before. She was completely oblivious to the demons below, quietly looking at herself, as if trying to see through those chaotic thoughts and explore the true heart of the person who created her.

“Not inferior at all, Nozaki-kun is not inferior at all.” Hinata said seriously, “The fact that you didn’t abandon me and run away already surpasses many people.”

“I, I…” Amanosaki stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Hinata continued to gently stroke Amanosaki's head, gazing at the bewildered Amanosaki. Through his eyes, she saw within him the Amanosaki struggling and contradicting himself between maturity and naivety, shifting between manhood and boyhood, a figure residing within him, impacted by the changing times.

"Do you remember what I said before? The world is vast, and you can go anywhere. Now, Nozaki-kun, it's time for you to make a choice: be a chivalrous knight, a heretic, or simply wait to die. It's time."

The demon below stretched out its tentacles and was pawing at the railing; it would be coming up soon.

This guy was enjoying, savoring the aura of despair and fear emanating from Amanosaki. That aura was different from that of other civilians; it carried the deepest despair, a despair that could not be changed even after all efforts were made.

"Can I?"

“Of course,” Hinata said, tilting her Yamato Nadeshiko face as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You are my messenger.”

Amanosaki fell silent, his legs trembling slightly. He tried to stand up, but was too weak to do so because of the numbness.

Hinata easily understood Amanosaki's thoughts, and then pulled him into her arms.

Soft, warm, with a strangely familiar scent, the vibrant energy of a young girl, the pulsating vitality of life, and a soft whisper in my ear:

“I understand you’re scared. You come into this dangerous world all alone, with no one to turn to and no one to help you.”

"You finally managed to establish yourself through your own hard work and effort, and now you're facing this choice again. You've been emphasizing household registration, haven't you? It's clear you're a good kid who likes order and peace. But..."

"This is no longer Earth."

Amanosaki, buried in softness, began to tremble.

"This is a crueler, more dangerous, but also more exciting and passionate world. If you survive, you have to keep running forward and trample all the obstacles in your path under your feet."

"In this world, we can only rely on each other. We cannot abandon each other, we cannot give up on each other. You must take me with you, take us with you, and run towards a bright tomorrow. This is your destiny, the destiny I have given you."

"If you can't believe in yourself, try to believe in me, believe in the me who believes in you."

Hinata's voice grew fainter and fainter, until finally only a single, barely audible sentence remained:

"Run, Amanosaki!"

The intelligent octopus finally managed to climb up the railing.

It… or rather, its head was encased in an old-fashioned diver's spherical diving helmet, peering through a one-eyed observation port. It was soaking wet, as if it had just slid out of the seawater-filled cab of a drilling rig.

There was only one man squatting on the ground behind the railing, and judging from the way he was hugging himself, he looked more like a child.

"Hey—I clearly heard a pretty girl's voice, but there's only one man. My tentacles are useless now."

The wise octopus said lonely. The next second, his six tentacles rose up, making his whole body look exceptionally large, revealing a ring-shaped mouth and rows of teeth covered by the tentacles, with a half-smile.

"Little friend, now it's just you and me left, so let's get along well."

"I'm already in my twenties, am I still a child?" The voice was muffled, as if the person had just been crying.

"Hahaha!" The intelligent octopus chuckled, "All humans are as big as children to me, let alone someone as cowardly as you, hahaha!"

"Little friend, you've heard of being torn apart by five horses, right? I'll grab your neck, limbs, and your little bird, and slowly pull them apart. I'll let you experience the ultimate torture of being torn apart by six arms. I believe your pain and despair will be the best treat!"

The intelligent octopus continued to chuckle, his vision limited by his diving helmet. The deliberate exposure of his mouthparts caused him to raise his head further, unaware that the "boy" he spoke of, now standing up, was coldly looking up at the Eastern Leaf Knight on the dome, who was merely harassing the sluggish demon with the feathers of Wuyi Mountain.

However, the number of enemies was not small, and for some reason, these demons were all at some kind of threshold. After entering the training ground and absorbing negative emotions, they quickly began to transform and became increasingly troublesome.

While the Eastern Leaf Hero was passively taking action, some of the escaped tourists were captured and dismembered by the demons, and Crane Taoist even opened his mouth wide and swallowed several tourists whole.

There were children among them.

"If you had acted immediately, you should have been able to take care of these guys, right?" Amanosaki, facing the foul-smelling mandibles of the intelligent octopus, looked at the Eastern Leaf Knight with disdain. "Are you really the great hero who saved Wuyi Mountain, cowering because of your own selfish desires? Or are you just a bird that cherishes its feathers, only capable of using delaying tactics?"

Insulted by a tourist who could be swallowed at any moment, the Eastern Leaf Knight's expression changed several times. Finally, he flicked his sleeve to recall the scattered feathers and coldly snorted:

"What do you know! Without me, all these spectators would be dead long ago. My presence is what keeps them in check. As for you, ha! You're nothing but a coward trying to provoke me into fighting to save your life!"

The intelligent octopus's mouthparts, which were as large as half an adult, slowly approached Amanosaki, its six tentacles stretching and contracting, displaying an extremely intimidating posture.

Amanosaki stretched out a hand towards the intelligent octopus, his angry eyes fixed on the lofty Eastern Leaf Warrior, uttering each word with venom:

"I don't understand the concept of chivalry or chivalry. But in my hometown, a literary giant who used his pen as a spear and a dagger once said something like this."

"The strong draw their swords against the stronger, and the weak draw their swords against the weaker."

Swoosh—Bang!

A clear, lake-blue light flashed by, and the intelligent octopus's six tentacles were struck, instantly swelling, twisting, and exploding into six balls of flying flesh!

"What... happened?!" The intelligent octopus inside the helmet suddenly realized that it had lost its sense of touch, followed by a sharp, piercing pain that stabbed into its brain.

He fell straight down from the stands, screaming and howling.

In the stands, Amanosaki stood on the twisted railing. Amidst the blue blood and bits of flesh, countless pixels rose from his body, making his T-shirt collar rustle in the wind.

An inexplicable aura emanated from him and spread in all directions.

All the demons who were enjoying the killing and the increase in power stopped what they were doing. Their nerves were pounding, and their instincts told them that a life-threatening being was right there.

It's not the Eastern Leaf Hero, it's someone else!

The camera moved silently, under the watchful eyes of a dozen or so demons, and amidst the surging attention in the live stream room due to this sudden event, which was approaching a million views.

Behind Amanosaki, Hinata Hyuga makes a grand entrance!

"Amanosaki, the Stand User of [Qunxia Mountain] [Yushan Branch] [Urban Village Hall]".

"I see you!"

The young man began to run, stepping on the railings and leaping over them as if flying, raising his fist.

His eyes were tightly closed, so his pupils were not visible, yet he possessed the solemnity of a fierce Vajra.

Hinata Hyuga raised her palm in unison, and following Amanosaki's command, she pierced through the Stand user, tiptoed forward, and her Byakugan displayed the eight trigrams, her chakra surging throughout her body, unleashing her full power.

The vital points of the demonic meridians are all within sight.

Soft Fist Technique: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms!

His palm strikes are as swift as the wind, and as heavy as the rain.

In an instant, amidst the blood and mud.

Amidst the blood rain that made viewers cover their mouths in the live stream, and under the embarrassed gaze of Dongfang Shuyexia.

The Demonic Wisdom Octopus died instantly.

There is no whole body in death.

Chapter Seven: The Essence of Heroic Fame

The wind, with its mournful sound, echoed throughout the venue.

The lizardman was choking a man, one hand holding a serrated knife, gently shaving the man's hair: "Let me introduce you, this is my grandfather."

The man stared at the gaps between the segments of the serrated blade and instantly understood what was happening.

This lizard man apparently made a knife from his own grandfather's spine?

He has one in each of his four hands. Could it be that his grandparents, parents, and father all have a share?

The man was desperate. He considered himself a silver-tongued man, but he was no match for this scoundrel who used the bones of his relatives as weapons.

We just can't talk to each other.