Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

The two long swords had left deep slash marks on the ground, like the claw marks of a ferocious beast, keeping all living and dead creatures two meters away.

Kotekawa Kami's eyes reflected the long, thin arcs of sword light, and his spirit and energy were more concentrated than ever before, keeping all the sword light away from him.

It wasn't that he didn't try to dodge; even his back was within the attack range of the disaster. Constantly dodging would only expose his weaknesses.

Now, Kotegawa Kamimi has entrusted everything to the longsword in his hand.

The longsword, gleaming with an eerie and clear luster, seemed to circulate with black and white energies.

Waves of energy exploded outwards, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged blows several more times.

The surrounding area was covered with thin, sharp slash marks.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro hid far away, watching from afar, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

In his eyes, neither Kotegawa Kami nor the disaster could make out their movements; it was as if two dark shadows were colliding.

The sounds of swords clashing and the waves of air rushing towards him made him feel suffocated.

Too strong! So strong that he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting in front of such an existence. It was like a natural enemy in the food chain; upon encountering it, his hands and feet turned cold, and he could only lie flat, letting himself be slaughtered.

"Is this really human?" His eyes trembled, and he moved his buttocks back further away, hiding even further behind.

If disaster were to witness this scene, it would surely be furious.

But he couldn't care less. Under Kotekawa Kami's counter-attack, he couldn't help but take a step back. Although he was a bit embarrassed, he quickly regained his balance.

Kotekawa Kami did not rashly pursue, but held his sword in front of him, regulating his breathing, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

That's really impressive!

happy!

Blood trickled from the tiger's mouth of his hands, and he stared at Kotegawa Kami, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

This kid has such strange strength; every strike carries an astonishing explosive force, making my wrist go numb.

It's as if it were specifically designed for enemies who wield weapons.

He spoke slowly, his voice like muffled thunder, carrying a dual meaning: "What school of swordsmanship is this?"

As the energy within Kotekawa Kami circulated throughout his body, it eliminated fatigue and restored him to his peak condition.

He took a slight step back, his fingers tracing the blade of the sword, and the clear light returned. Then he said calmly, "Wudang, Sanfeng Sect!"

"Wudang?" Calamity murmured, chewing on the unfamiliar word. He slowly shook his head, then his blood-red eyes looked at Kotekawa again, and he said slowly, "You are very strong! But I am even stronger!"

Without wasting words, Kotekawa Shinji brandished his longsword, pointed it diagonally at the ground, and lowered his body.

The calamity gave a low laugh, its face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, and black mist rose from its body, rapidly enveloping it like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, before exploding with a deafening roar.

Two more thick arms grew from his back, each holding a slender katana.

This appearance is just like that of a ghost or god in mythology.

The calamity wore a look of pleasure on its face, stretching out its body as if this was its most complete form.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, watching from a distance, had his eyes bulge out and couldn't help but curse, "That monster!"

He looked at Kotegawa Kami with unease and worry, praying in his heart that he must stop it... even if he couldn't kill the disaster, he mustn't be killed in return, otherwise he wouldn't survive either.

Kotekawa's expression turned solemn as he looked at the four slender katanas and slowly asked, "So this is all the strength you possess?"

The disaster looked at the raindrops overhead and his voice boomed, "You'll find out soon enough!"

His figure suddenly transformed into a gust of wind, spinning and crushing forward.

Kotekawa Kami's expression turned grave, and he retreated rapidly.

"Too slow!" A ferocious voice rang out from the wind of the blades, and the Calamity instantly leaped high into the air, the four blades seemingly merging into one, slashing down head-on.

"Don't take this!" Kote Kawakami grunted, thrusting his longsword diagonally into the ground and slamming his fist into the hilt. Using the force of the rebound, he moved a meter backward in mid-air.

The asphalt surface, like soft mud or tofu, was sliced ​​open by the disaster.

A large foot kicked towards the face of the disaster, but the latter let out a hearty laugh: "Foolish! You even dare to abandon your sword!"

Without even looking at the kicking foot, he raised his four arms high and thrust them towards Furutekawa Kami.

"puff!"

The four swords pierced through the flying kick of Kamiko Kote.

Seeing this scene from afar, Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes widened in despair, and he closed them in utter hopelessness. It's all over!

"Ok?"

The calamity that had clearly been stabbed suddenly tilted its head and let out a faint sound of doubt.

Why is there no blood flowing out?

Isn't this guy human?

In the rainy night, a clear sword light suddenly flashed silently, and with a soft thud, it pierced into the armpit of the calamity. Then, with a fierce slash, a thick arm was torn off and thrown high into the air before falling limply and heavily to the ground.

"Ah!" The calamity, its face completely grotesque, roared in fury.

But this silent and ruthless sword strike had already drifted away with its owner.

Kotegawa Kami stood at a distance, looking relieved.

Damn, I almost died.

If I hadn't used Nightmare in a moment of desperation...

So even disasters are beyond our comprehension?

It seems this thing is even more powerful than he imagined.

The calamity, now missing an arm, was filled with rage, but instead of attacking, it used its remaining three arms to protect itself, roaring, "The power of Nightmare? Why do you possess the power of Nightmare? Nightmare Maiden? Is that you? How dare you betray me!"

Kotekawa Kami looked at him with a mixture of surprise and realization.

They actually recognized Nightmare? Impressive!

But was the Nightmare Woman originally from the Evil Spirits Society?

Good guy!

Your Evil Spirit Society really has all sorts of talented people!

Although Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was in the distance, did not know how Kotegawa Kamimi had done it, he was overjoyed when he saw Kotegawa, who was unharmed, cut off his arm with a single sword. He almost burst into tears, feeling that he had never experienced such excitement in his life.

Now, hearing the calamity's furious roar, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He gripped his greatsword tightly, fearing that the monster called Nightmare Woman might suddenly appear from somewhere and swallow him whole.

On the other side of the disaster, the eerie light in Kotegawa Kami's eyes seemed to ripple.

After howling for most of the day, the calamity suddenly focused all its attention on Kotekawa Kami's face. After staring at it for a long time, it suddenly realized and gritted its teeth: "So, you're the one who kidnapped the Nightmare Maiden? Take off your mask and let me see just how handsome you really are!"

Kotekawa's expression darkened. "Does he rely on his looks? He relies on his skills, okay?"

He took a deep breath, watching the raging disaster unfold, when suddenly the surrounding environment changed.

After the ancient battlefield, with its swirling yellow sand and blood mist, came into view, he said softly, "Now, it's your turn to face the challenge!"

Chapter 166 The Other Half of the Gift (Part 1)

On a rainy night, Yasuhiro Ishikawa saw the empty space where the man and the monster had suddenly disappeared. He jumped up and shook his head back and forth like a rattle drum, staring wide-eyed as he searched around.

Disappeared?

He strode to the spot where they had just fought, looking around in even greater confusion.

How could such a big person and such a huge monster just disappear like that?

……

In the ancient battlefield of 【Four Directions of Impermanence】, the calamity, who was furious and enraged by the betrayal of his former subordinate, was suddenly restrained. Suppression and chest tightness swept through his body, as if someone had grabbed his trachea, or as if he was bound by invisible chains.

This feeling was awful, making him wish he could tear his body open with a knife right then and there and expose his heart to breathe.

Kotekawa Kami was already close, his longsword flashing like lightning as he slashed diagonally, his target clear—to cut off the remaining hand on the back of the Calamity.

The hand was too high; one sword sliced ​​off his skull.

In an instant, the calamity raised its hand, its two katana crossed, blocking the longsword.

Although he was somewhat weakened, he was not rendered unable to move; his tall stature and three arms still gave him a unique advantage.

The third arm of calamity was raised high, thrusting fiercely downwards.

Seeing that he had no second sword, Kotegawa had no choice but to sheathe his sword and retreat, while simultaneously fending off the sudden, fierce onslaught of the three katanas from the Calamity.

For a moment, it was as if he had returned to the scene of his first fight with the [Wild Samurai], only now the situation had reversed. The calamity was like him back then, and he was like the Wild Samurai who was beaten up.

Damn it, how can this be? I've already turned it all the way up!

Kotegawa Kami was completely unconvinced, truly resembling the wild samurai of yesteryear.

But before he could make a move, a chill shot up from his tailbone straight to his head.

The calamity was a hideous creature, its body shrouded in a boiling, blood-red mist.

Countless sword flashes, like cherry blossoms falling from the sky, transformed into a large net and fell down on Kotegawa Kami.

"Ultimate Skill: Sakura Chaos!"

The cherry blossom petals transformed into streaks of light, like a torrent descending from the sky, crashing down.

The ground of the ancient battlefield trembled continuously.

Kotegawa Kami, who was enveloped in the middle, suddenly looked up. A clear light shone from the depths of his pupils, and the clear light on his longsword instantly turned into flames, burning fiercely.

The yellow sand on the ground swirled up and collided with the flashing swords.

"Die!" The face of the disaster became even more ferocious and twisted, and the three katana moved so fast that only afterimages remained.

"This is my territory!"

His true energy emanated from his body, like a blue flame swirling around him. His face was covered by half a mask. He cut through the sky full of sword light. Under the ferocious and incredulous gaze of the calamity, he thrust forward with the longsword in his hand, which was also swirling with blue flames, at a speed almost twice as fast as before.

A real sonic boom occurred.

The calamity, chilling him to the bone, gritted his teeth and instinctively raised his two katana, desperately blocking the relentless, deadly sword.