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

Jumonji didn't say anything, but his aura had already reached its peak. Uesugi was a very talented person who had received ninja training since childhood. Among all the trainees, only he and... and that idiot Tono Rin!

Rin Tono is actually quite strong... but sometimes her brain just doesn't work very well!

The thought of her made him feel a lump in his throat, and he almost couldn't breathe. He let out a low growl and strode forward, dragging his long sword.

"I'll give him a try!"

A faint tremor came from the ground, which surprised Kotegawa; the force was quite strong.

"Drink!" Jūmonji Tsuyoshi's attack was simple and straightforward, without any fancy moves, just a direct frontal slash.

Kotegawa wanted to test his strength, so he raised his wooden sword and clashed it with the longsword.

Then, he twitched his arm slightly, his eyes thoughtful.

He's really strong; in terms of strength, he's comparable to him from six months ago.

Jūmonji Tsuyoshi seemed to be "rebounded" and staggered back a few steps, almost dropping his long sword.

Feeling the tingling and numbness in his arm, he could no longer hide his shock and blurted out, "How is this possible!"

Not only him, but even Keisuke in a long robe, who was just watching the show, blurted out the same thing, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

He knew better than anyone how strong Tsuyoshi Jūmonji was! He was a burly man who could lift a car!

Kotegawa snapped out of his daze, looked at them, and smiled slightly.

Although he only used his own power and was mainly focused on interception without any intention to attack, he has a passive talent called [Mid-Stage Collapse].

That's still a bit too much... He held the wooden sword and kindly asked, "Still want to struggle?"

The five people then came to their senses, looking at him with solemn and fearful expressions.

After a brief silence, Keisuke Uesugi suddenly roared, "Run!"

Then, without hesitation, the group scattered in all directions.

Even Tsukasa Jūmonji is no exception.

Kotegawa was immediately taken aback.

Before running away, Keisuke Uesugi threw a smoke bomb to confuse the enemy.

He shook his head with amusement, gripped the wooden sword, and strode after them.

A few minutes later, the most agile of them all had his epaulets removed first. The latter looked dejected and aggrieved: "Why didn't you chase after so many people? Why did you target me first?"

“This forest is so big, if you have to run around for too long, it will be troublesome to find it again,” Kotekawa replied.

Keisuke Uesugi was speechless. Looking at Kotegawa's retreating figure, he shouted, "You've probably wiped out the other squads too, right? Just wait patiently, and you've already won! There's no need to be so ruthless!"

"That's what I say, but I'm in a hurry," Kotegawa said without turning his head.

Keisuke Uesugi was a bit dumbfounded. After watching him leave, he muttered something under his breath, got up from the ground, and limped off to find his useless teammates.

Chapter 159 has ended.

In a mountain hollow, Tsuyoshi Jūmonji, covered in sweat, gripped his long sword, staggered backward, and finally sat down on the ground, panting heavily, his face filled with fear and a bitter smile.

Looking at the nick in the wooden sword, Furutekawa Kamimi casually said, "Want to try again?"

Jumonji looked down at his trembling hands and the trickle of blood seeping from the base of his thumb, sighed, and tore off his epaulettes and threw them over.

After fighting for ten minutes straight, the opponent only defended and didn't attack, still wielding a wooden sword...

Kotegawa reached out and took it. Seeing that he had given up, he said nothing more and prepared to leave.

Jumonji looked at him and couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "A guy like you can only unleash your true strength in the Special Division."

Kotegawa thought for a moment: "The requirements for entering the Special Division are too strict."

Jūmonji was taken aback: "That only applies to freshmen who have just entered the Special Department. If it were you—"

“No, I have absolutely no interest in joining the Special Division right now.” Kotegawa turned and walked away.

Holding the last epaulette, Kotegawa looked up at the sky and went to search for the hidden monsters and ghosts.

There was still a long time before evening, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

However, the sun is still scorching hot, so finding the monsters and ghosts in the mountains will take quite a bit of effort.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and asked the empty space behind him, "Have the monsters and ghosts been released into the mountains?"

The special operations specialist who had been silently following behind paused slightly, then subconsciously replied, "They were let in last night."

Kotegawa responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "They didn't run away, did they?"

"No, there's a ravine to the west, and there are people guarding it. Originally, we were supposed to wait until sunset before opening it..." The Special Section Commissioner suddenly stopped talking, his face changing drastically.

How could he reveal such a secret?

Kotegawa said thank you, checked his bearings, and headed west.

I just used [Nightmare].

The ravine wasn't hard to find, so he jumped down and walked down until he reached a place completely covered by leaves, where he finally smelled a very faint fishy odor.

He followed the scent downwards and then saw three Special Division specialists sitting and resting, along with two large wooden boxes covered with talismans a few meters in front of them.

The three people opposite him also noticed him, their expressions showing surprise, clearly not expecting the contestant to come to this place.

Kotegawa said kindly, "Please open the box, I'm going to exorcise the spirit."

The three of them were slightly dazed for a moment, then got up and went to open the box, cooperating perfectly.

A fat, robust wild boar, almost half a person's height, ran out of the first box. The boar had scarlet eyes and two pairs of upward-pointing tusks.

A familiar white ghost floated out of another box. It was covered in white cloth and its mouth looked like a split saw.

The hot airship floated directly above them, and the special operations specialist who had been following them turned on his recording device again.

At this moment, many people are probably watching this place.

Kotegawa didn't consider using any other methods. He stepped forward, looked at the boar and the ghost, and simply swung his sword.

The sword rang out sharply, and before the wild boar could even roar, its head was instantly severed from its body, the cut smooth, and the boar's head rolled a long way away.

Where Kotegawa couldn't see, a collective gasp rang out, and some people touched the spots where they had been hit by the wooden sword, still feeling a lingering fear.

Is this a monster? A wooden sword can be so lethal!

The ghost screamed and tried to escape, after all, even ghosts have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Kotegawa threw the wooden sword directly, pinning it to the tree. As the tree trembled and shook, a wisp of true energy attached to the wooden sword turned into flames, burning it to ashes.

[Difficulty Level 2] It's really too easy.

The entire process, from start to finish, took less than half a minute. The movements were simple and efficient, without any fancy techniques, making viewers feel a sense of "I could do that too."

Kotegawa walked over, drew his wooden sword, thanked the three special operatives who were watching, and walked away.

The three men stared at the wild boar's head on the ground and its still convulsing corpse, speechless for a long time.

The quarterfinals are over.

They were completely crushed from beginning to end by one person with overwhelming strength.

Kotegawa was the last to emerge from the woods, and a sea of ​​eyes silently watched him from the stands.

He emptied the epaulets from his backpack and gave them to the official staff to count.

Fujiwara-sensei walked over, her expression slightly intrigued.

"What's the next step?" he asked.

"No, it's all over!" Fujiwara-sensei raised her chin, her voice booming, "This year's exorcism competition is over! The organizers have sent a notice that we can come and collect our prizes after all the competitions are finished! No one has any objections to this decision!"

Kotegawa was stunned for a moment: "That's it?"

Fujiwara-sensei's wrinkles deepened, and she said with satisfaction, "The remaining rounds will only determine the runner-up to the eighth-place team, so we don't need to compete anymore."

He single-handedly defeated all the squads, including the Special Division and the Onmyoji Bureau, and all he was wielding was a wooden sword! Who dares to disagree?

Kotegawa said, "That's good, it saves a lot of trouble."

Mr. Fujiwara straightened his back, which had been hunched over, and led him past the stands, slowly leaving the arena.

The awards cannot be received now; the awards ceremony will only be held after all the competitions have concluded.

Over at the Special Division squad, the three were being reprimanded... or rather, only Rin Tono was being reprimanded.

Her embarrassing moment was witnessed by everyone, and the photographer, in particular, was cunning, giving her buttocks a close-up for ten seconds.

Haruno Rin held a grudge against the photographer.

She shrank back, still enduring the barrage of insults, her eyes following Kotegawa as he left with Fujiwara-sensei.

She watched longingly, feeling so disappointed that she hadn't gotten the phone number.

On the way back, Fujiwara-sensei, who was driving, finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. The laughter was a little sharp, but also had a kind of cathartic release of pent-up frustration.

"Let's go to the best restaurant in all of Tokyo! Let's eat to our hearts' content!"

The best restaurant in all of Tokyo? Kotegawa subconsciously touched his stomach, but still said, "Let's wait a bit? Until Kurumi's injury heals."

It's no fun celebrating alone.

Mr. Fujiwara was in high spirits and readily agreed. After dropping him off at his doorstep, he immediately drove south, his eager expression exactly the same as when he entered the top eight.

After watching him leave, Kotegawa unlocked the door with his key, his heart as calm as the sea.

Winning the exorcism competition was like a professor who set the questions doing a kindergarten exam; he didn't feel particularly happy about it.

No one was home; at this hour, Youjia and Qingkong were still working at the coffee shop.

Fruit was laid out on the dining table in the living room, a game console sat in front of the TV, sofa cushions were neatly arranged, and the kitchen was spotless.

He stood in the room, looked around, then put down his sword pouch and backpack before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Chapter 160 The Wind of Hokkaido