Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

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Seeing that Shen Dajiang had already walked far away, Chen Mo straightened up by supporting himself on the ground.

Just as he was about to speak, a furious shout suddenly came from afar.

"You dare?"

His voice was deep and resonant, and could be heard clearly even several streets away.

Immediately following was a deafening roar, which even made the ground beneath their feet tremble.

Chen Mo frowned and turned to look in the direction the sound came from, towards the South Gate Street.

It is also the area that one team is responsible for.

The night sky there has changed color.

Several beams of blood and energy could be vaguely seen shooting into the sky, intertwining together. Occasionally, a dark blue-green light would surge back up from the ground, and the two would collide, creating a visible shockwave.

"It's Inspector Yue."

Qian Mantang approached at some point, his expression somewhat grave. "When I arrived, Inspector Yue from the Zhenyi Division was there."

Chen Mo's pupils contracted slightly. Was he really going to make a move?

"Old Qian and Old Zhao will come with me."

"Liu Ruyan and Fang Yingxia, you two stay here and don't let those Japanese devils take over our land again."

"I'll go with you." Liu Ruyan chased after her without thinking.

"You stay." Chen Mo's tone was cold and uncompromising. "This is war, not child's play."

"You two have only just reached the stage of abundant Qi and blood, so firearms and basic formations won't be of much use in this kind of chaotic battle."

Liu Ruyan bit her lip and finally nodded.

Fang Yingxia opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Chen Mo had already disappeared into the rain with Qian Mantang.

The South Gate Street was in a state beyond chaos.

When Chen Mo and Qian Mantang arrived, the entire street had been reduced to ruins.

The road was riddled with potholes, some caused by punches and kicks, others by the claws of shikigami.

Shop signs on both sides were shattered and scattered on the ground. Several shops were already on fire, and the flames flickered in the rain, illuminating the entire street with an uncertain glow.

Residents of several nearby streets were alarmed and ran outside with their families, some even barefoot, running wildly through the flooded streets.

The sounds of crying, screaming, and children's sobs mingled together.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Stop looking!"

"My shop! My shop is still inside!"

"Is your life more important or the shop? Let's go!"

Several police officers shouted at the top of their lungs until their voices were hoarse, frantically trying to direct the crowd.

People were everywhere, and sounds filled the air.

"Make way! Make way!"

Qian Mantang and Zhao Shouxin led the way, with Chen Mo close behind. The three of them squeezed against the flow of people toward the battlefield.

After passing through the last crowd, they finally squeezed to the edge of the battlefield.

The scene before my eyes was even more shocking than what I could see from afar.

The entire street was completely destroyed.

A large section of the asphalt road surface was torn up, revealing dark soil underneath. Mud and blood mixed together, forming small, dark red pools in the potholes.

A rickshaw, torn in two, lay overturned in front of a cloth shop, its canopy still emitting wisps of smoke.

The glass windows of the teahouse across the street were all shattered, and broken glass was scattered all over the floor.

At the forefront, the police and the Japanese concession had formed a standoff line on the street.

Chen Mo glanced around and saw that there were about twenty people from the Inspection Bureau, all wearing the same inspection uniforms. They were all activating their full power of qi and blood, creating pale red curtains of qi in the rain.

The leaders were all at a high level, at least at the Iron Bone Realm, and their blood and qi were so dense that they were almost tangible.

But there were more people in the Japanese concession.

There were at least forty or fifty Onmyoji, plus the various shikigami they summoned, a dark mass that occupied half the street.

Those Onmyoji wore black or white hunting robes, and held paper fans or divine staffs, forming small groups of three or five.

The shikigami before them took on various forms: a pitch-black dog-like demon, a three-eyed crow tengu, and clumps of indistinct vengeful spirits, wailing like infants in the rain.

The inspectors couldn't break through for a while, and the Onmyoji from the Japanese concession didn't dare to rush out rashly, resulting in a stalemate between the two sides.

But the real battlefield is not on the ground.

Chen Mo led the two to stand a little further back and looked up at the sky.

That's the place that truly sends chills down your spine.

In mid-air, the two people hovered at a height equivalent to three stories, while the surrounding rain was swirled into a huge vortex.

One of them was tall and had a resolute face; he was none other than Yue Changkong, the patrol envoy he had met before.

With each breath Yue Changkong took, the aura emanating from his body would surge, then slowly recede, only to surge even more violently once more.

That's a breathing technique.

A breathing technique that can only be used in the Qi and Blood Furnace Realm, with extraordinary power.

"Looks like things are really getting heated now!"

Chen Mo squinted, secretly guessing.

Above, each punch Yue Changkong threw was accompanied by a burst of blazing dark red flames.

The rainwater that fell on the flames was instantly vaporized, producing a piercing hissing sound.

With one punch, the opposing Onmyoji would have to simultaneously erect three barriers to barely block it.

But Yue Changkong's opponent was no ordinary person either.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a white hunting robe, with a thin face and a black eboshi hat on his head.

His body was enveloped in a layer of bluish-black light that slithered like a snake, occasionally revealing strange runes.

"Who is that?" Chen Mo asked, grabbing a companion he didn't recognize.

"The deputy chief of the Onmyōryō (Yin-Yang Bureau) in the Japanese concession, Abe Hidemoto, is said to be a direct descendant of Abe no Seimei, and is an Onmyōji of the rank of revered master."

Offering level.

Chen Mo's heart sank; just hearing that name told him he was not someone to be trifled with.

In the sky, Abe Hidemoto seemed to have made up his mind not to take Yue Changkong's punch head-on. He quickly retreated a distance, formed a hand seal, and chanted a series of incantations.

Countless black runes rose from the ground and converged into a huge magic circle in front of him.

Something is being summoned from within the magic circle.

Yue Changkong's eyes narrowed, and without giving the other party a chance to complete the summoning, he threw a punch. His blood and flames transformed into a long crimson dragon, roaring as it charged towards Abe Hidemoto.

late.

A dark crack appeared in the center of the magic circle, and a huge snake head emerged from it.

The snake's head was ridiculously large; its eyes alone were as big as a human head, with vertical pupils that gleamed with a cold, golden light.

The snake's body was covered in jet-black scales that shimmered with a dark luster in the rain.

A snake's head.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... and so on until eight of them appeared.

Yamata no Orochi.

Of course, it wasn't the real Yamata no Orochi. If that mythical, ancient beast were to actually descend, the entire city would be razed to the ground.

But this phantom was terrifying enough; eight snake heads danced wildly in mid-air, each radiating a suffocating pressure.

Yue Changkong's punch struck one of the snake heads, causing a burst of blood and flames. The snake head was knocked to the side, but it quickly regained its balance. All eight snake heads turned towards Yue Changkong at the same time, opening their blood-red mouths.

Yue Changkong remained expressionless, took a deep breath, his chest swelled like an ox, and the aura emanating from his body suddenly surged several times over.

Behind him, a blazing aura of blood and energy rose up, condensing into a blurry phantom in mid-air—the outline of a phoenix reborn from the ashes. Although not as clear as the phantom of the Yamata no Orochi, its overwhelming sense of oppression was in no way inferior.

At the peak of the Qi and Blood Furnace Realm, one condenses the true meaning of martial arts with one's own Qi and blood.

Instead of retreating, Yue Changkong advanced, charging towards the phantom of the Yamata no Orochi.

The battle on the ground also broke out completely at this time.

"Kill them!"

Someone shouted something, and the inspectors who had been in a standoff suddenly launched a full-scale attack.

More than twenty people, with their qi and blood fully unleashed, formed a wedge formation and charged straight into the Japanese concession's Yin-Yang Masters' lines.

Not to be outdone, more Onmyoji emerged from the depths of the concession, numbering at least thirty or forty. Various shikigami, spells, and barriers intertwined, turning the entire street into a blood grinder.

"Damn it!" Zhao Shouxin cursed, and then Qian Mantang charged forward.

Chen Mo grabbed the two of them, "What's the rush? You're just going to your deaths in this situation."

Chen Mo squinted as he scanned the battlefield, his mind racing with calculations.

The inspection bureau can withstand the pressure head-on, but it will definitely suffer losses in a protracted battle.

The Onmyoji in the Japanese Concession were best at attrition warfare. Their shikigami could be summoned again after they died, but the Inspection Bureau's health was limited; every time they were defeated, one less shikigami remained.

We need to find a way to break this balance.

"Old Qian, Old Zhao," Chen Mo lowered his voice, "you two don't charge head-on. Go around to the alley on the right and find an opportunity to take them out and then launch a sneak attack from behind."

"Those Onmyoji hiding in the back have the most disgusting spells."

"And you?" Qian Mantang asked.

Chen Mo's lips curled up slightly. "I'll go join in the fun."

Qian Mantang glanced at him, then said without asking any further questions, "Okay."

......

Taking advantage of the chaotic crowd, Chen Mo didn't charge head-on like the others. Instead, he moved quickly along the shadows of the buildings on the side of the street, using the rain and shadows as cover to target the lone Onmyoji who were focused on casting spells.

A black-clad Onmyoji was forming hand seals, directing a Karasu-shikigami to attack the inspectors in front of him, completely unaware that a horizontal sword had appeared in the shadows behind him.

The jet-black blade provides the best cover in this situation.

Chen Mo flipped his wrist, so the back of the knife faced outwards and the tip pushed horizontally.

He didn't use a blade; the horizontal scalpel was sharp, and when it cut through the flesh, blood would spurt out, easily attracting attention.

Although the back of the blade is blunt, when combined with his strength and speed, a precise strike to the neck bone can still be fatal.

"Click."

A very faint, crisp sound rang out, blending into the sounds of rain and shouts of battle, and went unnoticed.

The Onmyoji's body went limp, and Chen Mo grabbed his collar with his left hand and gently placed him on the ground.

The crow spirit lost control, let out a sharp screech, and began to disintegrate.

Without pausing, he moved swiftly under the cover of the rain, heading towards his next target.

One, two, three...

Chen Mo's movements were clean and efficient, without any unnecessary actions.

Every strike he makes is a fatal blow to the vital points, and the Onmyoji who dies at his hands don't even have time to scream.

The battlefield was too chaotic, filled with shouts of killing, explosions, and the roars of shikigami. No one noticed the few people silently lurking in the corner.

"The fourth one."

He silently counted in his mind, then released his grip, letting yet another Onmyoji's corpse slide into the puddles.

Just as I was about to look for my next target, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sound of the rain around us seemed to have changed.

A group of people were moving quickly in the rain, cutting through the rain curtain and creating wisps of air.

He suddenly turned to the side.

A flash of cold light grazed past his ear and embedded itself in the brick wall behind him. It was a shuriken, embedded three-tenths of an inch into the brick, its iron ring still humming and vibrating.

Chen Mo didn't look back; his body instinctively darted to the side.

Almost simultaneously, three shuriken were driven into the spot where he had just stood, splashing up a cloud of mud and water.

Through the rain, at least ten dark figures approached from different directions.

They were dressed in dark blue camouflage, their faces covered, with only their eyes showing.

His aura was well concealed, and he moved almost silently. When he stepped into the puddles, he only made a slight "whoosh" sound, which was almost inaudible in the rain.

ninja.

The ninjas raised in the Japanese concession were specifically responsible for protecting the back row of the Onmyoji.

Chen Mo killed four Yin-Yang Masters in a row, finally attracting their attention.

Ten ninjas surrounded him in a fan shape, their perfect coordination blocking all his escape routes.

The leader was a small, thin man with a slightly hunched back. He was holding a wakizashi upside down in his hand. The blade was coated with black paint and did not reflect light.

The man stared at the cart where Chen Mo was hiding, slowly raised his left hand, and made a gesture.

The other nine men simultaneously increased their speed, flanking from both sides...