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

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The three of them watched him silently. How could a contestant not even understand the competition rules?

After finishing their conversation, Fujiwara-sensei took the lead, moving swiftly with the three of them towards the venue for the exorcism competition.

Kotegawa was quite curious about the competition venue.

He and Hu Tao had inquired about the exorcism competition and learned that the official organizers were the Special Division and the Onmyoji Bureau. The judges were either specialists from the Special Division or Onmyoji, and all of them were quite powerful.

The champion of each exorcism competition receives favor from these two major organizations and some ancient universities, and enjoys many benefits.

The second and third will also receive very generous rewards.

Kotegawa wasn't particularly interested in the prizes; he participated simply to repay Fujiwara-sensei for the care and preferential treatment she had received at school.

Fujiwara-sensei also faced a lot of pressure, so getting good results in the competition would be good for everyone.

As for what kind of results they can achieve, it seems there's not much suspense.

Fujiwara-sensei drove them away from Bunkyo, heading south towards the neighboring Chidashiro.

Hu Tao, sitting in the back seat, whispered to him, "The exorcism tournament is held in the basement of the martial arts hall, shrouded in an Onmyoji barrier. It's not open to the public; it's a custom passed down from ancient times, where martial arts schools determine the winner..."

"Playing by yourself behind closed doors?" Kotekawa Kami was a little confused.

From the "contract of servitude" that recruits for the Special Division had to sign, to bounty hunters only being able to take on odd jobs, and now to the exorcism competition...

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Shirakawa Nozomi turned his head and said, "The Special Department and the Onmyōryō before the appearance of Yinqimaru and Yaoqimaru were not like this."

"Actually, that's just how it is, isn't it? The older generation keeps a lot of things under wraps, saying it's for the sake of social stability..." Hu Tao's voice trailed off.

Chapters 134: Enemies are bound to meet

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, Fujiwara-sensei took out several cards from her black leather bag and handed them to the special affairs officer guarding the door. The officer looked at Kotegawa and his two companions, then returned the cards to Fujiwara-sensei and made way for her.

Kotegawa turned his head and glanced to the side. In the distance, in front of a large gate of the Budokan, spectators were lining up to move inside. It seemed that there was some big competition today.

After putting away the cards, Fujiwara-sensei, who had led the way, strode inside, and the three of them followed silently behind.

The entrance is a downward staircase, at the end of which are four elevators, each guarded by a specialist from the Special Department. In front of the elevators, other students and teachers carrying black cloth bags are waiting.

The junior priest standing next to Furude River suddenly turned his head and his lips moved slightly: "The exorcism club of Seiko Middle School."

St. Light Middle School is a famous girls' school. In the words of the guy with glasses, the girls there all have long legs and big breasts.

Kotegawa looked over the steps at the three girls standing below, each holding a rabbit, and muttered to himself, "Only three people came?"

They had visited the exorcism club at Holy Light Middle School; it had a large number of members and was the largest club in the school.

The junior priest shook his head slightly: "It's just the preliminary round. Support groups usually only form after you've achieved a ranking. But don't get your hopes up too high. Support groups also have strict limits on the number of members and various stringent requirements..."

Kotegawa Kami responded with an "oh".

Why make such a big deal out of a competition?

He thought for a moment and asked the junior priest, "Are other countries like this too? Do they keep these kinds of things completely secret?"

The young priest silently shook his head.

The four people went down the steps and stood at the back of the crowd to wait. Someone turned around and glanced at the name "Luye," then turned back with a puzzled look.

Soon the elevator doors opened, and some people who came out clearly looked annoyed and frustrated.

Kotegawa glanced at it and followed the crowd into the elevator.

Has it already begun?

A few seconds later, the elevator emitted a crisp "ding" sound, and as the elevator doors opened, a cacophony of noise rushed out.

Unlike the slightly deserted area above, this place isn't exactly packed with people, but the number of people is definitely not small.

On a field almost the size of a football field, there were rows of arenas that were about one meter high.

On some of the arenas, people were fighting, with real swords and sparks flying, and some were even fighting to the death.

Surrounding him were special agents from the Special Affairs Department and medical staff in white coats.

Looking around, Kotegawa saw that the Special Division, Onmyoji, and emergency doctors made up almost half of the total population.

Fujiwara-sensei slowed down, put her hands behind her back, and said leisurely, "Our arena is C3."

The three of them watched his retreating figure silently, then looked at each other.

Finally, Kotegawa noticed that the Shirakawa siblings were watching him, so he had no choice but to ask, "Who are you hitting?"

"Who should we fight?" Fujiwara-sensei whispered. "Whoever draws C3 will be our opponent; once we're in the ring, everyone standing opposite us is our opponent!"

The old man's voice had changed from its usual sharp and sarcastic tone, and instead had taken on a hint of madness.

It feels like we've been waiting for this day for ages.

Kotegawa really wanted to know what Fujiwara-sensei had gone through back then that made him so obsessed with the exorcism tournament.

The three of them followed Fujiwara-sensei to the C3 arena, where two exorcism clubs were clashing with swords.

It wasn't a free-for-all; they were all one-on-one matches.

There are no team matches in the qualifiers.

They sat down on the chairs nearby and watched the battle unfold before them.

Kotegawa glanced at it, then turned to ask Fujiwara-sensei about the specific competition rules.

Hu Tao watched for a while and saw that both sides had significant weaknesses. If she encountered such an opponent, she could defeat him within two moves.

The junior priest's gaze was quite solemn. To see such an intense battle in the preliminary rounds, it was clear that everyone was practicing hard...

He couldn't help but grip the bag in his hand tighter.

As a priest, magic and shikigami are the main means of defending against enemies.

In such a confined space, there was no time to use magic, let alone summon a shikigami.

At this moment, the two on the stage finally determined the winner, with one leaving a bloody scar on the other's arm and winning the victory.

Cheers erupted on one side, while several people rushed onto the stage to bandage the injured, without exchanging a word with each other.

A faint, sweet, and slightly fishy smell wafted into his nostrils. The young priest instinctively held his breath, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He turned his head to look elsewhere and suddenly noticed that many staff members were cleaning the ground on the arena, with doctors in white coats huddled together, busy at work.

Everywhere you look, you see this bustling scene.

His expression immediately turned sour.

He knew that the exorcism competition would involve real swords and spears, since everyone's opponents would be monsters and evil spirits, but he never expected it to be so bloody...so realistic.

Although there are specialists watching over you, the chances of being seriously injured or losing your life are very small. However, even a minor injury will not heal in just a few days.

He said in a low voice, "Something feels off..."

Hu Tao turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Where?"

"Aren't you worried that the injury will affect your subsequent schedule?"

Hu Tao thought for a moment and shook her head: "Who knows? It's our first time participating too... Let's be careful later and try to avoid it."

The junior priest listened to her words with slight doubt: "You don't care?"

Hu Tao looked at him with dissatisfaction: "Brother, you haven't experienced enough! I'll have to talk to the old man about this. I can't be the only one going out to work! You're almost a cripple!"

During this period, which of her outings was for fun?

The junior priest couldn't utter a single word.

Kotekawa Kami turned his head and glanced at the screen, then pondered, "The teacher told us to discuss the order of the matches. Kurumi will go on stage first. If she wins, she can play against the second person for a short while and then come down. Don't win against her, save your energy. We don't know how long we'll be playing today."

Hu Tao nodded.

Kotegawa looked at the junior priest: "You're the second one to go up. This arena isn't very friendly to priests, but even if you can't win, try not to get injured."

The junior priest didn't say anything, but nodded silently.

Unlike other exorcism societies, they were probably the least flustered.

Someone's covering for us this time...

At this moment, the cleaning work on the arena was completed, and the staff member holding a notebook looked over here and said in a slightly raised voice: "Next match, Kano Private School vs. Kaze Sakura Private School!"

“Go!” Fujiwara-sensei narrowed her eyes and said in a slightly shrill voice, “Bring back the victory.”

Hu Tao stood up, stretched her waist, then turned around and opened the cloth bag she was carrying. She took out a katana with dark patterns on its scabbard and said with a smile, "I'm leaving now."

"Don't be careless, anything can happen in the ring," Kotegawa warned her.

Their exorcism club is different from other exorcism clubs. They don't have a highly professional instructor yet. Shizuka Ichijo is quite vengeful. Although she promised to be an instructor, she hasn't shown up yet.

So, let alone tactics and analyzing opponent information... even Fujiwara-sensei himself probably doesn't understand these things!

"It's still a bit hasty. After today's event, I'll ask for some information on the contestants and study it carefully..." Kotekawa Kami thought to himself, then got up and stood with the little priest below the arena, watching Kurumi hand over her weapon to the referee for inspection. The weapon could be a real sword or blade, but it was absolutely forbidden to use poison or do anything else to it.

The elevator in the distance was constantly busy. When the elevator doors opened again, a group of four people walked towards the C3 arena with slightly solemn expressions.

"Teacher, do you think the exorcism society from Luye Private School is participating in the competition?" a tall boy asked anxiously.

The elderly man with gray hair looked around and sighed, "Luye is so strong this year, how could we not participate? Tell everyone to be careful and give up if we encounter them. Our Huiyao team is short of people this year, so they can just come and see for themselves."

He still feels a little regretful about what happened at the Kano school festival not long ago.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Yagi from Radiant Middle School? You're a little late today!" A sharp voice suddenly rang out.

The elderly man with gray hair suddenly froze, seeing the person he least wanted to see.

"T-Teacher, it's them..." The boy who had spoken earlier trembled slightly as he pointed towards the C3 arena.

At the edge of the arena, Kotegawa and the little priest stood with their arms crossed, staring intently at the stage.

Upon seeing this, Fujiwara-sensei, who had spoken earlier, looked somewhat strange and let out a hoarse laugh: "What a coincidence, Yagi-sensei! This time we'll have a good chance to have a proper match."

Mr. Yagi's face turned completely ugly. He glared at Fujiwara, wanting to turn around and leave, but if he did, he would never be able to hold his head up again.

He took a deep breath, snorted, and walked to the other side, where he sat down with his uneasy disciples.

"Even if I die, I'll bite off a piece of your flesh!" He stared at the back of Fujiwara-sensei's head, gritting his teeth, a fierce determination rising in his heart.