Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

Yamamoto Ryosuke was breathing heavily, seemingly unaware of what was happening. He just looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi with eyes full of hatred and said through gritted teeth, "Now that you've vented your anger, can I leave now?"

He is flexible and a wise man never suffers a loss in front of him.

Uesugi Seiichi shrugged, pointed to the pool of water on the ground, and said nothing.

Yamamoto Ryosuke casually glanced at the pool of water and then froze in place.

His eyes changed from hatred, to surprise, to panic, and finally to horror.

He touched his face with both hands, feeling the roughness of the scales, and roared hysterically.

"I, I, what happened to me!"

"You, what did you do to me?!"

Turning his gaze to Uesugi Kiyoshi again, the rational look in Yamamoto Ryosuke's eyes had been gradually overwhelmed by fear and madness.

A scarlet light flashed in the beast's eyes, and Yamamoto Ryosuke unconsciously clenched his palms and opened his mouth, revealing his teeth that had become dense and sharp, and his tongue that had become elongated.

At this time, he was more like a snake walking upright.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at his frightened expression and for some reason felt relieved.

This is what it means when evil is punished.

"You have done this yourself. I can't give you an answer."

"Maybe you are a monster yourself?"

This sentence touched upon the reality that Yamamoto Ryosuke was most reluctant to face.

Transforming from a human into a monster has already strained his fragile nerves. This sentence was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The string of rationality collapsed, an unreasonable desire for destruction rose in his heart, and endless power surged from his body.

"It's all because of you, it's all because of you!"

Just now, Yamamoto Ryosuke's words were relatively fluent, but now they have turned into unclear mumblings.

"Kill you!"

A roaring whimper squeezed out of the throat, and the ghost incarnated by Yamamoto Ryosuke gave up communicating. The bones all over his body twisted strangely, and he pounced towards Uesugi Kiyoshi with his creepy body.

"Well, the speed is average, the strength is OK, and there seems to be a strange color on the teeth, could it be poison?"

"I don't think I'm as strong as that woman, but I'm a little stronger than Shuten's subordinates."

"So, this is the Mystic?"

"He still retains a certain amount of sanity. How can a mystic remain sane without faith?"

"If there really is such a method, wouldn't everyone be able to become extraordinary?"

"Forget it, take it back and let Yuichi and Akutagawa study it. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Why should I worry about it?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi calmly looked at the figure approaching from afar, with all sorts of messy thoughts in his mind, and he didn't feel any sense of crisis.

Power in this world rarely comes without effort.

Even if he used the Hundred Demons Scroll, he would still be in danger of sinking. It is not realistic to become stronger inexplicably.

With Yamamoto Ryosuke's ability, even if he was squeezed dry, and these more than 200 kilograms of fat and soul were sacrificed as the price, it would not be able to exchange for much tremendous power.

He was more interested in the reason why this change occurred.

To be honest, compared to ordinary humans, Yamamoto Ryosuke at this time was overwhelmingly stronger. His speed was even faster than those 100-meter sprinters, and his pounce was powerful and looked a little scary.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't even draw his sword.

When the scaly and sharp hands and arms were trying to pinch his neck, he nimbly shifted his body from upright to sideways, shook his shoulders and pushed away the two soft arms, and hit Yamamoto Ryosuke's left chest with his elbow.

Then, he quickly turned around and grabbed the back of Yamamoto Ryosuke's head, pushing him down and making close contact with his knees.

A common attack in Muay Thai.

There was no sound of broken bones as expected. It was as if his knee had hit a pile of mud and most of his strength was taken away.

"You have this ability? It makes me think a little better."

After changing his mind, he didn't waste much time on Uesugi Kiyoshi, and he didn't give Yamamoto Ryosuke any chance to struggle.

Taking advantage of Yamamoto Ryosuke's body, he flipped over and flew into the air, then used his whole body weight to press him to the ground. He fell heavily into the water, kicked with his foot, and a cold light flashed in his hand.

Yamamoto Ryosuke's two hands were kicked together by him, and then pierced through by Onikiri and nailed to the ground.

Then, he kicked out with lightning speed and broke the monster's knee. Uesugi Kiyoshi thought for a moment, took out his phone from his inner pocket and dialed the number.

Half a minute later, Kudo Yuichi ran over panting.

He saw Yamamoto Ryosuke twisting his body on the ground, looking like a non-human, and asked in surprise, "What is this? The remnants of the Arakawa sect?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head and didn't keep the suspense.

"This is the person you wanted. I don't know why he became like this."

Kudo Yuichi paused, pondered for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"I see. The young master of the Yamamoto family has turned into a monster. Interesting, very interesting."

"It's really like someone sends you a pillow just when you're sleepy, Yamamoto Yu, you old fox are going to be completely defeated by me this time!"

"Let me see how you explain it!"

With a gleam of conspiracy in his eyes, Kudo Yuichi's smile became a little unpredictable, and at the same time, it also had a bit of ill intentions.

Uesugi Qing didn't want to bother with his conspiracy, so he waved his hand and interrupted, "Okay, I've done my job."

"You've been busy for so long, Master Kudo, don't you want to show some appreciation?"

Hearing this, Kudo Yuichi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Ah ha? What, you've spent all your money? This is all considered a mission, Akutagawa will pay you, um. It should still be considered [performance]."

Uesugi Kiyoshi clapped his hands and answered the question irrelevantly: "When I was choosing the tools of ghosts and gods in [Shosoin], I saw a few good things, but I'm a newbie and can't exchange them."

Kudo Yuichi immediately understood and waved his hand generously.

"Is that so? You should have told me earlier. I told you before that I could help you change it. I am a veteran of the association, and I don't have the ability to use the Ghost and God Instruments. I don't need to accumulate too many performance points. Just tell me what you like, and I will change it for you."

"But, I remember there weren't any decent swords in Shosoin. That Dojikiri Yasutsuna is already a rare treasure."

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't say anything more and just snapped his fingers.

"I want the set of 'Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji'."

"No problem, it's a piece of cake, wait till I say hi to Akutagawa."

"Wait, I haven't finished yet." Uesugi Kiyoshi continued, "There is also the book The Pillow Book."

"I'll lend it to you and return it to you later."

"Thank you very much. I will help you take this thing back to the association. I think his condition is closely related to the Arakawa sect. I can't tell what it is, but the association's true knowers may be able to figure out something."

Kudo Yuichi first nodded in agreement with Uesugi Kiyoshi's suggestion, then shook his head indifferently.

"I know. Don't worry. I will make good use of the gift that Master Yamamoto gave me."

"As for the things in Shosoin, hey, it's not a matter of borrowing or not. We don't need to settle the bill to this extent."

"But... books and paintings, what do you want them for? Although these two can be considered as tools of ghosts and gods, they are probably of no use to you. Are you going to develop in the direction of an artistic youth?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced at the scaly monster on the ground twisting like a snake, and suddenly he smiled inexplicably, as if he was thinking of something.

"I don't like it"

“But some people like it.”

Chapter 191: Straight Man Uesugi Kiyoshi

In some ways, the Collectibles Association is indeed an organization of extraordinary people with complete rules and regulations and excellent ability to deal with emergencies.

Of course, behind all this, there is also the support of capital and chaebols, and the mysterious "headquarters" has made an indelible contribution.

The association's field agents arrived at the scene very quickly and were very familiar with cleaning the floor. Master Yamamoto, who was covered with scales and turned into a monster, was hit on the body by several men in white coats with a very unusual steel fork-like instrument. He had a spasm and fainted. No one knew how it worked. Then, he was tied up like a fat pig to be slaughtered and was put into the association's escort vehicle.

In order to prevent any accidents, Uesugi Kiyoshi personally escorted the vehicle and went back to the association headquarters with Kudo Yuichi.

Kudo Yuichi's efficiency is beyond words. It took him about half an hour to find a cell that was not in standard condition and provide a temporary home for Yamamoto Ryosuke. He also made a few phone calls, asked for two keys, opened the door of Shosoin, and took out two antique boxes.

One large and one small, a painting and a book, all are treasures of famous artists, the Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji and the original version of The Pillow Book, when put up for auction, are in high demand.

Uesugi Kiyoshi took a casual look, found a bag to pack the things, said hello to Kudo Yuichi, and left on his own.

Young Master Kudo will be very busy next. He will probably launch a general attack on the Yamamoto family. The smell of bloodless gunpowder in the political arena may not be worse than that of a battlefield with real guns and live bullets. If they win this battle, the Kudo family will probably have a firm foothold in the police system and will have the rudiments of a powerful family.

No one knows what Akutagawa Ryunosuke is busy with these days. He appears and disappears every day, but considering that he is the chairman, Uesugi Kiyoshi has no intention of interfering in his affairs.

He is not busy now.

Ueno Mitsuishi was recuperating at home. He was too lazy to find someone to drive, so he simply sat in the driver's seat and drove the black sedan away.

There was no conversation along the way. Uesugi Kiyoshi did not have a driver's license in this life, but he had one in his previous life. Although most Japanese cars are right-hand drive, with Uesugi Kiyoshi's current reaction ability, he was not afraid of any car accidents.

He parked the car skillfully by the side of the road, and opened an umbrella to prevent the heirloom in his hand from getting wet in the rain. Uesugi Kiyoshi walked quickly into the gate of the Hyakumonkan.

The familiar scent of sandalwood immediately lingered at the tip of the nose. The picturesque girl was still leaning lazily on the chair, flipping through the pages of the thread-bound book from time to time. The room was a little dim, and a few faint rays of light from the window sprinkled on the girl, making her look hazy and mysterious, like a beauty in a painting that could only be viewed from a distance.

Although he had seen it many times, Uesugi Kiyoshi still subconsciously held his breathing.

In today's world, appearance is not "unique". No matter how beautiful a face is, it can be easily copied with the help of the three evil arts.

But "temperament" is something that is innate. Although it is a bit illusory, it is definitely difficult to imitate or fake.

Li Fuyao had a temperament that was not like that of a filthy person in this world. Shangshan Qing always had a feeling that even if the person in front of him flew away like a fairy at some moment, it would not be something worth being surprised about.

She does not belong to this world.

With a light cough, Uesugi Kiyoshi did not find a place to sit down and read a book as usual. Instead, he pulled a chair - his regular seat, and sat down opposite Li Fuyao's desk, and gently placed the gift with a somewhat shabby packaging on the table.

It was not until then that Li Fuyao raised his eyes slightly, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, glanced at Shangshan Qing, and a meaningful smile curved up the corners of his mouth.

She unceremoniously stretched out her bare hands and opened two boxes, one large and one small, her eyes lighting up.

She casually flipped through "The Pillow Book" and threw it aside, seemingly not taking it seriously. However, she carefully took out the large volume of Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji and examined it carefully.

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why? Is that a fake?"

Li Fuyao shook her head slightly: "There are very few fakes in Shosoin." She revealed the origin of these things in one sentence.

Uesugi Kiyoshi cast his gaze towards the Pillow Book with some doubt in his eyes, but said nothing.