Don't force me to use my right fist.

Expensive. I guess I have to kill the leader first. The experience from these summoned monsters is less worthwhile than repairing my diamond sword's durability.

With a disdainful glance at the seemingly endless horde of Sadako, Saya focused his gaze on the middle-aged man behind them. A fishing rod appeared in his free hand, and Saya once again pulled himself up to the ceiling. Gliding past the Sadako on the ground, Saya swiftly switched his longsword for a wooden bow, aiming directly at Kuzuyama Nakamasa, who was staring at him with hatred. With a whooshing sound, a flaming arrow embedded itself in the ground where Kuzuyama Nakamasa had been standing. Saya then looked at the man who had seemingly teleported behind him, also hanging from the ceiling, and couldn't help but sigh.

"So you guys can all teleport, huh? Are you Endermen reincarnated?"

Chapter Ninety: Igniting a fire from afar, as easy as turning one's hand

The cleaver that Kuzuyama was about to slash got stuck on a door panel that appeared out of thin air. Behind the door panel, Saya switched to her fishing rod again, kicked off the ceiling, and landed steadily among the group of Sadako below.

After clearing the area in front of him with his enchanted sword, Zuoyou looked at the middle-aged man who had stopped attacking after missing his target with a hint of apprehension.

“Your ability is quite unique.” whl pulled the bone-chopping knife stuck in the wooden door, stood upside down on the ceiling, and looked down at Saya.

"That's right, how else could I possibly win you over?"

Saya, who had been half-closing his eyes, became unusually serious. The middle-aged man's actions were more troublesome than he had imagined. With the annoying Sadako all over the place, he couldn't really think of a good solution for the time being.

"Young people just love to talk big." Ge Shanzhong shook his head. A black shadow flashed by, and he disappeared from the ceiling once again. The bone-chopping knife appeared from behind Saya in an eerie direction, thrusting straight at his waist.

Then, with a somewhat jarring clang of metal, Zuo You picked at his diamond armor, which hadn't even left a mark, and turned his head with some suspicion.

"You attacked so weakly?" The attack, which failed to cause any damage, didn't even register as a threat to Sōyū. He didn't realize he'd been attacked until the blade struck him. However, the severity of the attack was beyond Sōyū's expectations.

While his strength is considerably greater than that of an ordinary person, that's about it. So, this guy seems mysterious, but his attack power is only 1?

But the one who was even more shocked was Katsuyama Nakamasa, who had intended to use his unpredictable teleportation ability to launch a sneak attack and teach this guy a lesson. Instead, he almost knocked his sword out of his hand.

What exactly is that armor he's wearing? Is its defensive capability so terrifying?

Hmph, even so, you still cannot escape the fate of death.

Ignoring Saya's taunts, Kazuyama Nakamasa retreated behind the group of Sadako's, watching Saya's every move with wary eyes. Even with Saya's formidable defense, he would only be worn down by the endless attacks. Kazuyama Nakamasa only needed to guard against Saya's dying counterattack. Saya, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes, this time focusing intently on Kazuyama Nakamasa, trying to understand the underlying principles behind his actions.

In the instant before Kazuyama Nakamasa disappeared—only the Sadako with a more dangerous aura than the others appeared behind him and hugged him. So, it wasn't that he could teleport, but rather that he was using Sadako's teleportation ability? Saya, who had initially considered using a spider web or something to trap him, silently abandoned the idea. If he could teleport, then slowing him down wouldn't be very effective. Did he have to use a boat? Not wanting to use his final trump card so soon, Saya scratched his head, deciding to deal with this annoying bunch of Sadako first.

The quantity is manageable; the problem lies in their endless respawning. Saya narrowed his eyes. Since they were all concentrated in this room, it meant there must be something like a monster spawner, otherwise, they couldn't keep respawning like this. It wasn't like Minecraft, completely disregarding the law of conservation of energy. There was only one reason for this endless respawning: something was reabsorbing the energy of these Sadako after their deaths and then creating them again. Saya grabbed a charging Sadako, swung it like a sack, and threw it into the pile of Sadako. He then looked around for anything nearby that could potentially act as a monster spawner. Finally, his gaze settled on the pile of videotapes on the table.

Once again, Sadako teleported him to the table. Just as Kazuyama was about to grab the videotapes and run away, he discovered that Saya had already broken through the group of Sadako's blockade and was standing in front of him.

"So it really is these things?" The items in his hand kept changing, finally settling into a flint and steel. Saya grinned and waved his arm towards the table. Secret technique, the art of igniting fire from a distance! As everyone knows, the cube-shaped man's arms are more than three meters longer than they actually are. Igniting fire from a distance and chopping down trees are minor issues; they only suddenly shorten when hitting someone. Flames rose rapidly from the table, almost instantly engulfing all the videotapes. Kazuyama Nakamasa was about to reach out to see if he could salvage anything, but he was stopped by Sadako, who suddenly appeared behind him. The flames Saya used were unlike any she had ever encountered before; just standing next to them, she could feel the danger. Even though Kazuyama Nakamasa had transcended the human body, he was still not immune to the threat of these flames.

"What have you done!" As if Saya had committed some extremely cruel act, the hatred in Kazuyama Nakamasa's eyes was almost tangible. His finger trembled as he pointed at Saya's nose and shouted at him.

"Me? Of course I'm burning illegal pirated videotapes. If you're not happy about that, why don't you try hacking me with those two machetes of yours again?"

As the group of Sadako figures behind him vanished into ashes with the burning of these videotapes, Saya tapped the pumpkin on his head and said mockingly to Kazuyama Nakamasa opposite him.

If he were to use teleportation to get closer again, the prepared Saya was confident he could take him down the instant he attacked. At that point, even if Sadako used her power to teleport, it wouldn't be possible. Unfortunately, Kazuyama Nakamasa, after glaring at Saya with extreme hatred through gritted teeth, realized that without the Sadako group's suppression, Saya was likely to launch another attack. He quickly used teleportation to create distance between himself and Saya.

"You can tolerate all this? I burned all those treasured little movies you've been longing for. It seems that as people get older, they don't have as many worldly desires anymore. If it were me, I would definitely fight you to the death."

Shaking his head in disappointment, Sōyū continued his verbal sarcasm.

Older people really are more composed.

Chapter 91 Sadako Plus

"If your goal was to thoroughly enrage me, then without a doubt, you succeeded."

This thing is a real weapon against ordinary people, but for someone like Sawa, who is practically a monster, it has just been proven that it is even less effective than cupping.

"So, you've chosen to run away? Then I'll have to give your place a good cleaning. I don't think you'll be too angry, will you?"

Saya glanced around the room. Judging from his behavior just now, these Sadakos seemed to be very important to him, and he probably wouldn't give them up so easily.

"Run? I think you haven't grasped the situation you're about to face. Although I don't understand how you managed to break that girl's curse, the fact that you've retained that curse until now is your biggest mistake." Ge Shanzhong narrowed his eyes, looking at the portrait in the open room beside him.

Upon hearing this, Zuoyou glanced at the buff bar in the upper left corner. Sure enough, the evil spirit curse, which had turned gray and dim, was now emitting an ominous red light, as if blood was about to seep out from it.

When Saya turned his gaze back to the front, he saw a woman whose entire body was stained red with blood float out of the room behind Kazuyama Nakamasa.

"It's just a different skin, you don't actually think that gives you a bonus, do you?"

Despite saying that, Sawa had no intention of underestimating his opponent. He kept switching the items in his hand, waiting to deal with the situation that was about to unfold.

The blood-red Sadako slowly raised her head. Blood gushed from her still eye-less sockets like a burst faucet, soaking the floor beneath her feet. Her lips slowly opened, and a hoarse, low voice rose from her throat. With that sound, Saya felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly in his chest, a feeling of difficulty breathing quickly washing over him. It wasn't an illusion.

Seeing the breathing bar appear in his vision, Sayu quickly realized that this must be a buff-like effect that this thing applied to him.

Want to suffocate yourself? Well, that plan won't work out for you. With a pained expression, Saya clutched his throat and awkwardly reached out to Katsurayama Nakamasa, who was watching the scene unfold.

"Hehehe~ You will drown in agony, and I will use your corpse and flesh to make the finest works of art."

Seeing Saya's pained expression, Kazuyama Nakamasa finally released the hatred in his eyes and sneered at Saya with satisfaction.

He wanted to see if this guy could still open his mouth to mock him.

Sōyū struggled to raise his arm, his fingers contracting as he practiced hand techniques, leaving only his middle finger standing upright in front of him.

"Is it fun? I was just kidding. Aren't you angry?"

Having completed this pose, Sōyu instantly regained his relaxed demeanor, raised his hand, and drank a bottle of azure potion in one gulp. Afterward, the mocking expression on his face became even more arrogant.

"So, you're just a different character, Sadako. Don't think you're so great, do you? Really? No way!"

Having switched to the Diamond Sword, Saya rushed forward and stood before the blood-stained Sadako, swinging his sword down without hesitation.

A pool of blood blocked Saya's path as he swung his sword. Although it was water, it acted like a wall. Even with Saya's powerful strike, the diamond sword could only penetrate halfway before getting stuck. Saya clicked his tongue softly. He knew this was a level five curse and couldn't be resolved so easily. But facing it head-on would indeed be quite troublesome. He switched his grip on the diamond sword to a door panel, and the stuck diamond sword quickly disappeared. Saya immediately placed the door panel behind him.

A spear made of blood was embedded in the door panel, shattering it instantly. The wood also crumbled into debris, which Saya picked up again. This thing is good for both offense and defense.

Sōyū glanced at the pool of blood beneath her, which had almost filled half the room, and then at her eyes, which were still gushing blood. He couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

Can the human body really contain that much water? Did she actually have two faucets in her eyes?

Sadako, who had initially closed the distance with Saya, instantly teleported away, widening the gap between them. New blood spears materialized around her, their muzzles all pointing at Saya.

"Looking at it together, it's basically a water-controlling version plus, I think I understand." Saya, narrowing his eyes, nodded and quickly switched the most suitable items between his hands to deal with the current monster. Having been mocked by Saya multiple times, Kuzuyama Nakamasa finally couldn't contain his anger and, somewhat embarrassed and furious, gave orders to the blood-clad Sadako beside him.

"Oh? Look at how anxious you are, you're getting anxious, you're getting anxious." Even with Yin and Yang activated, Saku of Geshan charged straight at him without choosing to dodge the impending attack.

The blood spear shot directly towards Sōyu, but Sōyu raised his shield and completely blocked it.

However, as the blood spears shattered into blood and scattered on the ground, at the same time, blood spears, like spikes, suddenly pierced out from the blood-covered ground beneath Zuo You's feet.

"Sorry, I've got it. I don't know when it hooked the fishing rod on the ceiling, it suddenly taut, pulling Sōyō off the ground like a cannonball—sparked towards the blood-clad Sadako. The blood-clad Sadako's eye sockets, without eyeballs, slightly lifted upwards. Her pale hands rose up. Countless streams of blood gathered into a thick barrier, and at the same time, a brand new blood spear rapidly formed behind her."

"So a vengeful spirit is a vengeful spirit, and no one can help you with being brainless."

Zuoyou silently muttered to himself, "The moment the opponent chose to defend instead of dodge, the outcome was already decided."

Saya switched his shield into a sponge, and with a casual wave, the blood blocking his path vanished instantly. Without slowing down at all, Saya crashed into the body of the blood-clad Sadako, and the Undead Slayer's Demon-Slaying Sword pierced through her skull, leaving her corpse stuck in the ground.

"So what's the point of playing with water? Be careful you don't wet the bed tonight." Shaking his head, Saya stood up from the ground, supporting himself with his enchanted sword. He stomped on the corpse on the ground, turning it into scattered debris, and then looked at Yamanaka Tadashi beside him.

"You're not going to leave it at that, are you?"

Chapter Ninety-Two Value

The astonishment in Katsuyama Nakamasa's eyes was almost tangible. He never imagined that even Sadako, at her level, would be killed on the spot by Saya in just a few rounds. Who exactly was this guy? Was he even human? Katsuyama Nakamasa, already considering retreating, took a few steps back, his gaze drifting towards the room beside him.

"Speak up, uncle. If you don't, I'm going to make a move on you. I guess if you haven't run away, you must still have something you need to take with you, right?"

Saya, who had been watching the other person intently, naturally wouldn't miss this subtle movement. He narrowed his eyes, glanced at the room next door, and nodded slightly. Something's fishy.

Either this guy still has some trump card up his sleeve, or he's left something here that he has to retrieve before he can escape. Whatever the reason, it's good news for Sasuke. This guy can teleport; if he's really determined to run away, Sasuke doesn't have many ways to deal with him. As long as he can keep him here, there will always be a way to handle him; it's just a matter of time.

Kuzuyama Nakamasa still did not respond to Saya, but disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was standing next to Renya, who had been lying on the ground watching the show.

"Wait, you're not going to do something as low as using hostages to threaten people, are you? Can't you at least have some decency? Don't make me look down on you." whl

Saya complained with a headache, wondering why all the villains seemed to start doing such low-class things when they were desperate, and each one was more despicable than the last. However, Kazuyama Nakamasa clearly didn't stop because of his complaint. He raised the cleaver that he had picked up again at some point and slashed it directly at Kanya, who was still on the ground.

Renya, who had been observing Saya's fighting style and gathering information about him, narrowed his eyes, wondering if he should reveal his true trump card at this moment. However, Saya had already swung over directly using Saya's fishing rod.

"How could you do something like attacking an innocent girl who can't even kill a chicken? Aren't you ashamed to do it?" As fast as a gust of wind, Saya extended his longsword to block the descending Zanpakuto, but it seemed as if Kazuyama Nakamasa was waiting for him to come over, his body disappearing again and reappearing in that room.

At this distance, even if Saya wanted to rush over again, it would be enough for him to grab the item and escape.

“I knew you wanted to do this.” Saya, who had knocked the bone-chopping sword away, narrowed his eyes. This old man was a bit cunning, but he still lacked combat experience. His gaze just now had almost given away his thoughts. All Saya did was cooperate with him.

A round, dark green ball rolled into the room where Ge Shanzhongzheng was, and after lightly bumping against the corner of the wall, it quickly shattered.

Meanwhile, Saya, who was originally next to Renya, suddenly appeared in front of Kazuyama Nakamasa with a burst of pink special effects resembling cherry blossoms.

Amidst his terrified expression, the doorway was blocked by a stone wall. Saya grabbed his arm and gave him a healthy smile.

"I can teleport too. Didn't expect that, did you?"

Saya wasn't worried that the guy could escape from his grasp. He'd been observing the mystery of this guy's teleportation the whole time. He didn't know much else, but he could deduce one thing: this guy could only teleport within his visible area. If the teleportation location wasn't within his field of vision, he couldn't reach it. Thinking about it, that made sense. After all, Sadako was the one who teleported him. Sadako could pass through walls, but that didn't mean he could. Besides, Sadako, who was supposed to teleport him, clearly didn't have much intelligence; ultimately, he was the one controlling him.

Just as Saya had predicted, Kazuya Nakamaro, like a frightened bird, was dragged away from his grasp. Even though he teleported away, he still couldn't leave the area around the house.

After stretching his wrists, Zuoyou imitated the movement and waved his hand lightly, causing stones to appear out of thin air, blocking all the surrounding windows.

"Why do you always have to meddle in other people's business?"

Seeing that Sawa had used his strange ability to lock up all the exits, Kazuyama Nakamasa finally spoke, addressing him with a resentful expression.

"From the very beginning, you've been meddling in rescuing that young lady of the Yuzaki family, meddling in the investigation, meddling in saving people, and now you're meddling in dealing with me again. What exactly do you want to do?!" He poured out all his anger and resentment, and Kazuyama Nakamasa's eyes turned somewhat bloodshot.

Do you need to ask me about this?

Sōyū's voice turned cold. Gone was that sarcastic tone; only a faint killing intent remained.

"Look at what you've done! Why don't you ask these people who died because of you?" Saya's tone was more serious than ever before as he pointed to the gruesome corpses beside him.

A man like him—no, he should be called a monster—already had ample reason to wield his sword. He still harbored a considerable aversion to killing, but towards someone like Katsuyama Nakamasa, who no longer deserved to be called human, Saya showed no hesitation.

"What did I do? I just wanted my Zhenhuizi back, was I wrong? Their deaths had value. Rather than living aimlessly in this world, wouldn't it be better to make them more valuable!" Saying these chillingly frantic words, Ge Shanzhong clutched his head. At this moment, the gentle elegance of a teacher completely vanished, leaving only a madman trapped in his obsession.

"As expected, talking to a madman is useless. Since you emphasize value so much, then let me tell you what the most valuable thing in this world is right now." Sōyu calmly waved his hand. In the small room, stones continuously filled the gaps around them, compressing the space between the two of them until only a straight passage like a corridor remained.

"Your death is the best tribute to the lives of these unfortunate people."

Saya leaned forward, his enchanted sword piercing through both the struggling Kazuyama Nakamasa and the Sadako behind him, pinning them to the rocks behind them.

Chapter Ninety-Three: Why Is It Always You?