Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

He can park a large truck precisely in a small area, and he can also use side pressure to turn corners and make slight inertial steering... This is a level that is beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

Even Elizabeth of the Qing Palace couldn't help but admire him for a while, exclaiming incredulously, "Is he some kind of circus truck acrobat?"

After picking up his new car, Kyushu Makoto found a repair shop and spent over an hour working with the mechanic.

When he left, a crash bar had been welded onto the front of the truck. According to him, this was to reduce damage to the front of the truck so that it wouldn't have to be sent back to the factory for repairs after each exorcism.

"I'm all ready."

Kyushu Makoto walked to Elizabeth's car and saw her eating mango cake inside, her hand rapidly swiping her phone screen, clearly impatient.

She glanced at her phone, sighed, and complained, "It's already nine o'clock. You're really dawdling."

"To do a good job, one must first have the right tools." Kyushu Makoto patted the car door and ordered, "Let's not delay, let's get going."

"Heh~ I hope the plan succeeds." Elizabeth Qing Palace started the sports car engine:

"You're probably the first person in the world to think of using a big truck for exorcism; if you succeed, it'll probably shock everyone!"

117. I was the one who rolled this wheel for her.

On a Tokyo highway at night, an industrial truck follows a sports car as they speed towards the suburbs.

"Let's stop here." Kiyomiya Eliza contacted Kyushu Makoto through her wireless earpiece and pulled over to the side of the road with her right turn signal on.

This is a long, straight road with a wide field of vision. Few cars pass by at this time of day, so exorcising spirits here is unlikely to be discovered by unrelated people.

Elizabeth of the Qing Palace got out of the car and began taking out talismans from her coat pocket, sticking them on the ground and railings, as if she was about to form some kind of formation.

Kyushu Seiji stood by, observing, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"The Qing court family is most skilled in the art of talisman drawing, and the spiritual arts I possess are all related to talismans," she said coldly.

"I'm setting up an array. You can't learn it, so there's no need for me to explain it to you."

Seeing this, Kyushu Makoto decided not to make a fool of himself. He drove the truck a hundred meters away and then stuck several talismans on his head and the four tires.

Soon, the car body and tires emitted a faint blue light—as fragile as fireflies, yet radiating a heart-stopping energy.

"All set up, get ready to begin." A moment later, Elizabeth of the Qing Palace called out to him.

Dozens of talismans had already been pasted around the girl, forming a circle in the middle of the road, which looked somewhat like a Bagua formation.

She opened the briefcase and threw the monster's severed arm, which was still twitching like a fish, into the center of the magic circle.

"Open!" Qinggong Eliza reached out and made a hand seal, and all the talismans pasted on the severed arm fell off, causing the severed arm to struggle even more actively.

After doing all this, she quickly ran to the bushes not far away and hid in the shadows to observe the situation.

For the next hour, the two barely spoke, simply waiting quietly.

Kyushu Makoto took out the rice ball he bought at the convenience store on the way and started eating it. He then adjusted the back of his chair and lay down for a while.

In an instant, the surrounding trees rustled and moved, as if a cold wind had swept by.

"It's coming."

A girl's deep voice came through Kyushu Makoto's headphones.

A chilling atmosphere hung over the highway shrouded in darkness as a familiar figure emerged from the shadows.

The most striking feature of the man, with his monstrous mask, wanderer's robe, and samurai sword at his waist, is his empty left sleeve, indicating that he has lost his left arm.

The masked samurai walked straight to the severed arm in the middle of the road. The severed arm sensed its master's arrival and began to crawl with its fingers twisting, eager to return to its master's side.

Suddenly, the masked warrior stopped in its tracks. It lifted its foot and discovered that it had stepped on a talisman.

"Tch, you despicable thief!" The masked warrior seemed to realize something and decisively took two steps back.

At the same time, the talisman he stepped on also emitted a blue light, quickly transforming into a paper butterfly that flew into the air and swooped down towards him.

"Whoosh—!" The masked samurai's blade flashed from its sheath, shattering the paper butterfly in a single strike.

At the same time, the other talismans on the ground also emitted blue light, transforming into paper butterflies that flew into the air and danced like a whirlwind.

"A mere trick!" The masked warrior sneered, his blade flashing as he slashed down the paper butterflies that tried to approach him.

"Screech!" A sudden rustling sound came from the bushes not far away. A figure darted out and rushed towards the masked warrior.

"You cunning woman, are you the one behind this?" The masked samurai, recognizing the newcomer as a young girl, raised his sword to meet her.

"Tianchu!"

Qing Gong Eliza took out several talismans from her pocket, tucked them between her fingers, and tossed them into the air.

The talisman immediately flashed with blue fluorescence, transforming into several darts that spun and attacked the masked warrior.

"Ding—!" With a crisp sound, the masked warrior stepped forward and slashed horizontally, cutting down all the talisman darts, before quickly attacking the girl.

The masked samurai seemed to have used the technique of "shrinking the ground," his steps were exceptionally fast, and his movements were erratic, swaying left and right. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the girl and swung his sword down in a vertical slash.

But the seemingly frail girl rushed into the samurai's arms without flinching. She stomped her front foot on the ground, raised her left elbow to parry the samurai's sword-wielding arm, and with her right hand in a tiger claw shape, slapped him hard on the temple.

The masked samurai was caught off guard and unable to defend himself because the girl, who had been using talismans to wear him down from a distance, was now fighting him in close combat.

"Bang!" A cloud of black smoke rose from the masked warrior's head, which was actually slapped flat.

The girl's sleeves were lifted by the strong wind, revealing five talismans on each of her arms; no wonder her palm strike was so powerful.

"Is this... the Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain from Bajiquan?" exclaimed Makoto Kyushu, who was watching the fight from inside a truck.

The girl formed claws with both hands and slapped the masked samurai's head several times before striking him in the chest with an elbow. Her moves were wide and powerful, each strike leaving a dent in her enemy's body.

"Cough cough." After taking several attacks, the masked warrior knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

However, Qinggong Eliza also looked very tired, her hands trembled slightly, and the talisman on her arm became dim.

"Red Center, make your move!" She slowly raised her hand and made a hand seal.

Dozens of paper butterflies flying in the sky fell like a torrential rain, all rushing towards the masked warrior.

The masked samurai swung his katana with difficulty, the clanging sword energy constantly shattering the paper butterflies that tried to approach. But a few paper butterflies still managed to land on him.

These paper talismans bound its body like shackles, slowing its movements slightly.

With a flick of her finger, the girl sent several more paper butterflies flying to the masked warrior's feet, forming a paper chain that bound him to the spot.

"You despicable woman, you deserve to die!" The masked warrior tried to break free of the talisman chains binding him, but more talismans clung to him like maggots to his bones.

Just as it was getting entangled with the talismans, the sound of an engine roaring came from not far away.

The masked samurai looked in surprise toward the direction of the sound.

"Bang! Sizzle—!"

Accompanied by a terrifying crash and the sound of brakes, a dump truck without its headlights on sped towards it, sending it flying several meters.

Kyushu Makoto braked and turned on the headlights, and sure enough, he found the masked samurai lying three meters in front of the car.

The monster's body was twisted and deformed, its limbs folded over. But it was still very energetic, struggling to get up.

"I rolled this wheel for Sister Huazi."

Kyushu Makoto lightly pressed the clutch and accelerator, allowing the truck to move forward a short distance and run over it.

"Splat~" After the wheels ran over the monster's body, Kyushu Makoto switched to reverse gear and ran it over again.

After being run over more than ten times, the monster, which had turned into a puddle of mud, finally stopped moving.

"Unbelievable...it actually succeeded."

Qinggong Eliza exclaimed in surprise, stepped forward to examine the mangled remains, and reached out to place a "spiritual vision talisman" on them.

"That works, doesn't it?" Kyushu Makoto pulled over and walked to the girl's side. "I told you this plan would work!"

“Unfortunately, most exorcists don’t know how to drive trucks, and they’re too proud to learn such a crude technique,” ​​said Eliza Qinggong, shrugging.

"That's great too. I'll be the first exorcist in history to work with a dump truck!" Kyushu Makoto smiled casually. "That's much simpler than manipulating talismans flying all over the place."

"Hmph...it really suits a stone golem like you." The girl squatted down and pointed to a pile of monster carcasses on the ground: "Stop talking nonsense, look."

From within the black, tattered body, a rusty katana with its blade broken in half gradually emerged.

"Is this the true form of the tsukumogami?" Kiyomiya Elizabeth muttered to herself.

"I see. The main body of the [Hunter's Blade] is a broken katana. That makes sense."

"Should we take the knife away?" Kyushu asked.

"No need, just leave it here and let the police handle it," said Elizabeth Qinggong casually, taking out her phone.

Just as she was about to make a call to arrange for the aftermath, the broken katana on the ground suddenly began to vibrate violently, and then flew towards her like an arrow, seemingly aimed at her head.

"Danger!" Kyushu Makoto jolted and pushed the girl away, instinctively reaching out to grab the blade.

In an instant, a sharp, knife-like pain shot through his palm, and blood gushed from between his fingers. His consciousness began to waver.

"Hey, are you alright?" Kiyomiya Eliza rushed over to check on him, only to find that Kyushu Makoto's gaze was unfocused, and he stood there stiffly like a statue.

Eliza patted his shoulder again, but he didn't move or respond at all.

The girl pondered for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "No way... he resonated with the soul of this tsukumogami?"

118. Minamoto no Yoshiyuki