Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

A wooden sword, and a katana formed from mirage.

The same trajectory, the same imposing presence.

Go forward.

In contrast, Yokota's movements were much slower. He looked at the inugami phantom behind Uesugi Kiyoshi, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger.

Logically speaking, Yokota should no longer have human emotions in this state; all that should remain in his mind now is to fulfill "God's will."

But he was just afraid.

This fear seems to be etched into one's very bones, like a mouse seeing a cat or a frog encountering a snake. It is the instinctive reaction of a creature when it sees its natural enemy, and it has nothing to do with any external factors.

The blade flashed and arrived in an instant. Yokota sluggishly raised his arm, trying to use the same trick to disarm Uesugi Kiyoshi, but before he could even raise his hand, he was struck in the chest by the wooden sword.

This strike is twice as fast as Uesugi Kiyoshi's usual slashes!

Yokota's body should have been covered in muscles and skin harder than steel, which even a sharp cleaver couldn't cut through, but after taking this blow, a ferocious look of pain immediately appeared on his face.

As the mirage-formed dog god's blade fell, Yokota's features contorted in pain, his body trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale at a visible speed. Uesugi Kiyoshi's wooden sword had only struck Yokota's chest heavily, but the mirage dog god's blade had penetrated Yokota's chest without any hindrance, entering from his right shoulder and exiting from his lower left waist!

If this were a real sword, Yokota would probably be cut in two!

Even if it wasn't a real sword strike, Yokota's condition was very strange at this moment. From the moment the Inugami phantom's sword pierced his body, he began to wail in pain. The bulging muscles all over his body deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon, and countless mirages dissipated from his body. A second later, he had transformed from a monster with a fierce look on his face into an ordinary person covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

Yokota's weakened body was sent flying like a tattered sack, crashing to the ground. After struggling for a few moments, it became silent.

His skin was like peeling paint, cracking and falling off in pieces to reveal shriveled muscle tissue. It was as if all the blood in his body had drained away, and he transformed into a desiccated corpse at an extremely fast speed.

Subconsciously sheathing his sword, Uesugi Kiyoshi let out a long sigh of relief, and the mirage of the dog god behind him vanished into thin air.

The next second, an indescribable feeling of heavy fatigue surged into his heart. His limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, and he was so weak that he even took two steps back and had to lean against the wall of the corridor to stand up.

"Is this a side effect of using Onmyoji Arena?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi struggled to support his body, shaking his head in an attempt to maintain his mental clarity—he felt his mind was a complete fog, and he might collapse and fall into a deep sleep at any moment.

"It's not time to go to sleep yet."

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi was teetering on the brink of collapse, another shocking event occurred in the apartment, where things had seemingly settled down.

The large amount of mirage energy emanating from Yokota floated and lingered in the apartment, somewhat lost, like abandoned cats and dogs that couldn't find their way home.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the mirages suddenly changed direction and swarmed towards Uesugi Kiyoshi like swallows returning to their nests. As if they had found an outlet, they rushed into Uesugi Kiyoshi's body with lightning speed.

Before Uesugi Kiyoshi could even react, a sharp pain shot through his head—like someone was banging drums and setting off firecrackers inside his brain. An unbearable, explosive sensation rippled through his mind, causing him unbearable agony.

He immediately noticed the difference in this mirage.

He had slain evil spirits and absorbed mirage energy before, but the mirage energy he had absorbed before was incomparable to the mirage energy that crashed into his body today.

The difference lies in the concentration.

If the mirages he absorbed before were like watery beer, then the mirages he absorbs today are like Russian-supplied vodka!

The total amount remained the same, but the concentration increased dozens of times. His body suddenly accepted these mirages, and naturally, some rejection reactions occurred.

An inexplicable, bloodthirsty killing intent, like a leech, entangled Uesugi Kiyoshi's originally clear mind. He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, his pupils were bloodshot and crimson.

Upon closer inspection, one could see grayish-black, fluffy mist spreading in his eyes, making his otherwise handsome face appear exceptionally terrifying.

His eyes

Just like the raging Yokotano just now!

Chapter 28 Yingcao

Uesugi Kiyoshi was struggling with his inner rage. His body slowly leaned against the wall, then slid to the ground. His breathing became rapid, his face was unhealthy and flushed, as red as if dripping blood, and his smile was eerie, like the mask of a capricious clown.

As Kyoko Nohara stood huddled at the stairwell, intently watching Uesugi Kiyoshi's every move, it seemed as if the dust had settled.

Just now, her vision blurred, and it seemed as if Uesugi Kiyoshi had transformed into a ferocious beast, utterly defeating a monster that had burst out of her living room—the hallway was too dark, and she didn't have night vision, so this was all she could see.

She was terrified, and her sense of smell was sharp enough to detect the bloody stench emanating from her home. An ominous premonition had taken root in her heart.

If something happens to my uncle and aunt

All she could rely on was Uesugi Kiyoshi.

If something were to happen to Uesugi Kiyoshi again, she really wouldn't know what to do.

Perhaps accompanying Uesugi-kun to the afterlife is a good choice. It's better than living a lonely and miserable life alone in this world.

At one point, this thought truly arose in her mind and lingered there.

Fortunately, Uesugi Kiyoshi did not fall.

Her heart, which had been pounding like a drum, gradually calmed down, and she ran towards Uesugi Kiyoshi with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

"Uesugi-kun! Are you alright?!"

As she ran, she called out Uesugi Kiyoshi's name—she insisted that Uesugi Kiyoshi call her Kyoko, but she was too embarrassed to call him by his given name, so she still used his surname, only changing the way she addressed him from "classmate" to "kid".

She ran a few steps, but before she could get within three meters of Uesugi Kiyoshi, he stopped her.

"Kyoko! Back off! Don't come any closer!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi practically forced those words out of his throat. He pressed one hand to his temple and the other to his chest, slumped against the wall, panting heavily. His smile was eerie, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a ghost, yet possessing a captivating magic.

When Nohara Kyoko's eyes met Uesugi Kiyoshi's, her delicate body trembled. She felt a chill run down her spine, and a terrifying feeling welled up from the bottom of her heart, frantically devouring her reason.

What kind of look is that?

A cold, ruthless, and inhuman killing intent mingled together, like a beast devoid of humanity. Nohara Kyoko felt as if she were staring into a bottomless abyss, and she even felt her breath catch in her throat.

Her words of concern, which had been tinged with worry, came to an abrupt halt, and she stopped in her tracks.

But after a few seconds of silence.

Kyoko Nohara trembled as she continued to take steps.

Uesugi-kun's eyes are terrifying.

Uesugi-kun's expression was off.

Uesugi-kun is not in good condition.

but.

I cannot escape.

As Nohara Kyoko silently recited these words, she recalled the warm figure of Uesugi Kiyoshi standing in front of her that day, and an immense courage that seemed to come from nowhere to tear apart the remaining fear in her heart.

Just now, not wanting to cause trouble for Uesugi Kiyoshi, and knowing that she couldn't get involved in his battle, Nohara Kyoko kept her distance.

But now, the enemy seems to have fallen, and Uesugi-kun is in some danger. Can I really stand idly by?

"Uesugi-kun asked me to leave because he was afraid he would hurt me."

"No matter what, Uesugi-kun is always so gentle."

"But can I really just stand by and watch?"

"Can I really shamelessly enjoy Uesugi-kun's gentleness without doing anything?"

"If it weren't for me, Uesugi-kun wouldn't have come here, and things wouldn't have turned out like this! It's all my fault! Now, should I still run away?!"

"Kyoko! You shouldn't be such a shameless person!"

"I don't care what happens as long as it helps Uesugi-kun!"

As her conviction grew stronger, Kyoko Nohara's pace quickened.

If Uesugi Kiyoshi knew what she was thinking, he would definitely think she was incredibly stupid, but adorably stupid.

When a girl is willing to give to you unconditionally, then in her heart, you are the person she can entrust her life to.

Kyoko Nohara quickly walked to Kiyoshi Uesugi's side, put down the two schoolbags she was holding, and timidly reached out her small hand to grasp Kiyoshi Uesugi's large hand, which was stained with blood.

Her face was streaked with tears, yet she wore a faint, healing smile.

Her voice was soft and sweet, like the sound of a clear spring, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

"Uesugi-kun, how are you?"

"Is there anything I can do? I...I want to help you!"

"I can't just watch Uesugi-kun suffer alone! Uesugi-kun became like this because of me!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's thoughts were originally in a daze, but as Nohara Kyoko approached, the tyranny in his heart grew wildly like weeds—he smelled the fragrance on Nohara Kyoko's body.

It wasn't the scent of a young girl, but the aroma of human flesh and blood!

He swallowed hard, struggling to suppress the urge to tear Nohara Kyoko apart, drink her blood, and devour her flesh. He had a premonition that if he couldn't survive this ordeal, Yokota would be his fate.

But when Nohara Kyoko grasped his hand, he was startled and looked up in astonishment.

As he clasped hands with Nohara Kyoko, it felt as if he were holding a cool, smooth piece of jade. A refreshing coolness spread from his hands, coursing through his entire body, washing away the murderous impulses within him, and making his mind crystal clear.

The side effects of the mirage seem to have disappeared without a trace.

He used his inner eye and, sure enough, saw a fleeting, ethereal plant shadow behind Nohara Kyoko.

It was a peculiar plant that resembled a dandelion, yet was not a dandelion. It was ordinary and unremarkable, yet it grew tenaciously with a faint glow.

"Yingcao."

"Is this Yingcao's ability? Is it related to healing? It can even heal mental shocks?!"

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Uesugi Kiyoshi instantly came to a conclusion, but the place was a mess, clearly not the time to talk about such things.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and gave Nohara Kyoko a bright smile.

"No, Xingzi, you're a huge help here."

"Thanks to you this time!"

Kyoko Nohara blushed under Kiyoshi Uesugi's gaze, and her voice became stammering.

"Me! Me!"

"I'm sorry! Uesugi-kun, I didn't listen to you! I really couldn't leave Uesugi-kun behind and run away! I'm so sorry!"

As she spoke, Kyoko Nohara suddenly began to apologize, her eyes returning to their previous timidity, tinged with guilt.