Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

But why is this brat wielding a sharp blade, rushing towards us at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye?

Is this a human or a ghost?!

The man in black was also a seasoned gunman. He didn't stand there in a daze. He even abandoned his tools and rushed to the rooftop at the back of the residential building. He didn't plan to take the stairs, as that would be too slow.

He took out a grappling hook from his waist, secured it to the rooftop, and leaped down, intending to quickly descend to the ground and then escape.

His modified motorcycle is parked nearby. Even if this kid can run fast, can he outrun an engine?

As for a counterattack, forget about it!

How can you fight back against a monster that can't be killed by armor-piercing bullets?

He was just a sniper with no supernatural powers. Although he had taken the lives of many superhumans with his long-range sniping, sending him to fight them head-on would be suicide.

The man in black was quite skilled, even by ordinary standards, almost like a secret agent in a movie. He rappelled from the sixth floor to the ground floor in less than five seconds.

But the moment his boots touched the ground, he knew something was wrong.

A whistling wind swept in from behind, accompanied by the piercing sound of swords cutting through the air.

He also came from the underworld, so this voice was all too familiar to him.

Faced with the threat of death, the man in black reacted instinctively. As he turned, he drew a pistol from his waist and shifted his body to the side, trying to avoid the menacing slash coming from behind.

His movements were standard and his thinking was correct, but he was just too slow.

His right hand had just touched the pistol at his waist, and he was secretly pleased, wanting to draw his gun and fire—this was his specialty, and from drawing his gun to delivering a bullet into the enemy's body, it took him less than a second.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the gun out of his waist.

He turned his head in confusion and was horrified to find that his right arm had been severed at the shoulder, and the hand holding the pistol fell limply to the ground, splattering blood.

Then, intense pain shot through the wound, contorting his face in agony.

Before he could recover from the pain of his severed arm, Uesugi Kiyoshi, who had rushed over, delivered a flying knee strike to the man in black's chest without hesitation, slamming him directly into the wall of the residential building.

The scream was pierced by the flying knee that went into his stomach. The black-clad man's hard sternum shattered with a crash, and his eyes rolled back desperately, revealing only large areas of white, making one wonder if he was already dead.

With a nimble turn and landing, Uesugi Kiyoshi used his wakizashi to pierce the black-clad man's left hand, pinning him to the wall.

Uesugi Kiyoshi gripped his knife and ripped off the mask from the man in black, revealing his rather ordinary middle-aged face. His tone was as cold as a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell.

"Who are you? Who sent you? Why did you attack me?"

"I told you, I'll give you a quick death!"

The man in black had his right arm severed, his left arm seriously injured, and his sternum shattered. He was severely injured and became a cripple in an instant.

But he's quite pragmatic.

He suppressed the pain throughout his body with immense willpower and managed a weak smile.

"I'm an assassin, I do things for money, and I have no grudge against you."

"Don't take it out on me, it's useless!"

"Only I know who the employer is!"

"Let me go!"

"If you promise to let me go, I'll tell you everything!"

His voice was hoarse from shouting, and he tried his best to look sincere with a pleading expression as he looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

If you can live, who wants to die?

Uesugi Kiyoshi tilted his head and gave a cold smile.

The next second, he drew his wakizashi, and with a swift stroke, a head flew off. Under the pressure of the carotid artery, a fountain of blood gushed out, staining Uesugi Kiyoshi's face with several bright red bloodstains, which were quickly washed away by the rain.

Reaching out, he caught the flying head in his palm. Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head disdainfully at the black-clad man's bewildered face and still-moving lips.

"Did not say?"

"Forget it if you don't tell me."

"Let me check your face. Isn't it the same?"

Chapter 68 The Danger of Sinking

Uesugi Kiyoshi held a sharp blade in one hand and a human head in the other, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace, his smile eerie and tinged with bloodlust.

His anger never subsided.

This feeling is complex. There is anger at my own carelessness, hatred for the man in black, fear of death, and lingering fear of escaping death.

It's no exaggeration to say that today was probably the day when Uesugi Kiyoshi's negative emotions were at their peak.

Since his transmigration, he has been diligently practicing martial arts without the slightest slackening. He dares to take risks in order to obtain even a little bit of extraordinary information and demon soul mirage energy. Why?

In order to gain more power, and in order to live well in this complicated world.

The person in front of him almost shattered his dream.

Uesugi Kiyoshi possesses abilities akin to resurrection, but this does not mean he disregards death. He is as clear-headed as a mirror in his mind—the card game "Onmyoji" is ultimately not his own power.

The source and principle of this power are unknown and cannot be fully grasped by him.

He is willing to use Onmyoji: The Card Game to enhance his strength, but he does not completely trust or rely on these cards.

If something goes wrong during the game of Wan Yi, wouldn't he die on the spot?

When a person dies, everything is gone!

Uesugi Kiyoshi exhaled a breath of stale air and walked towards his apartment building step by step, somewhat blankly.

The heavy rain showed no signs of letting up, and the sky seemed even less inclined to clear up.

Along the main road lay the scattered corpses of men in black, all the work of Kagura.

All the shops on the street had their doors tightly shut. Some curious residents peeked out of their windows to observe the gang fight, but when they saw Uesugi Kiyoshi strolling around the street like a deranged serial killer, they all shrank back in fright.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was completely oblivious to the attention he was receiving.

Something's not right with him right now.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a leaden-gray hazy mist swirled in his pupils, obscuring their original brightness. This mist looked almost identical to Uesugi Kiyoshi's mirage.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion. The strong smell of blood, mixed with the dampness of the rain, filled his nostrils, inexplicably stirring up a bloodthirsty and violent impulse within him.

He has already killed quite a few people today.

But he wanted more.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's remaining rationality was fighting tenaciously, unwilling to succumb to this raging killing intent; he did not want to become a beast that only knew how to kill.

He was no stranger to this situation; he had experienced it once before at Yokota Residence.

Because he absorbed a large amount of mirage energy, he lost his senses and became unable to control himself.

Later, after talking with Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Kiyoshi Uesugi understood what this state was.

This is "decline".

When an extraordinary person experiences immense mental pressure, their soul is on the verge of collapse, and they are unable to maintain their true self, their soul will fall into a state of "decline".

Those who enter this state become irritable, irritable, and unreasonable, and are easily bewitched by the illusions of ghosts and gods, becoming targets for possession by them.

Even if he is lucky enough not to be targeted by ghosts or gods, misfortune will still happen when his mind is stretched to the limit.

The dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon.

Superhumans can be driven by this urge to kill, lose themselves, and become new "demons and gods".

Absorbing mirage energy seems to be the culprit that burdens his soul, but if he wants to become stronger in a short time, the fastest way is through mirage energy and the Hundred Tales Card Game.

Normally, he wouldn't be this vulnerable, but today, having experienced a brush with death, his defenses crumbled for a moment. Coupled with the resentment and hatred carried by the mirage energy of the Azure and Crimson Ghosts, this resulted in the current situation.

"Ah, I need to get back to Kyoko's side. She should be able to cure this mental breakdown."

"She was the one who pulled me back last time."

He had just tried "Yingcao's" "Healing Light", but this was the first time he had encountered a setback in the world of Onmyoji.

It's useless. The healing light can only heal physical wounds; it has no effect on the soul's depravity.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes were somewhat confused and pained. He had never felt that the road home was so long. With each step he took, his legs felt incredibly heavy, as if he would collapse at any moment.

"Can I hold out until I get home?"

His head grew increasingly dizzy, and Uesugi Kiyoshi staggered, barely managing to steady himself by leaning against the wall. He swayed unsteadily, and the knife in his hand and the severed head of the man in black he had cut off fell to the ground.

A wave of dizziness surged through his mind, as if the world was about to leave him. Countless whispers rang in his ears, seemingly trying to pull his soul away.

The rain pattered against the eaves, like a rhythmic lullaby. Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyelids grew heavy. He tried to open his eyes wide, but the world was blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The street, now pitch black, was crowded with countless shadowy figures. These people rushed past with eerie smiles on their faces, as if mocking his helplessness.

"Why am I seeing this? Are there already ghosts and spirits in the dream world using illusions to influence me?"

"I don't want to die here!"

A sudden surge of intense survival instinct made Uesugi Kiyoshi pick up a wakizashi from the ground and forcefully slash his left arm.

Blood droplets formed a line, rushing out in a rush.

The intense pain gave him a moment of clarity.

Then, with a somewhat strained look in his eyes, the door of a shop next to the road creaked open.

A small white umbrella caught his eye first, followed by a pair of small, simple women's canvas shoes that came wading through the rain and gracefully stopped in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi.

At the same time, a faint, indescribable fragrance wafted over; it wasn't the smell of perfume, but if I had to say, it was sandalwood.

The person in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi slightly raised his umbrella, glanced at him calmly, and then extended his fair hand to place a somewhat old-looking thermos cup into his hand.

Without a doubt, this is a woman.

She was of medium height, with somewhat thin shoulders, and was wearing a very ordinary shirt and jeans. She looked quite young, probably around sixteen or seventeen years old.

Her features were delicate, and while her beauty wasn't breathtaking, she possessed a gentle and reassuring charm, especially when she smiled, as if she had poured out all the tenderness in the world.

Well, the only drawback is that this girl has a pair of slightly frivolous, small, fox-like eyes.

This softened her tender expression somewhat, but Uesugi Kiyoshi looked extremely friendly.

This is what he looks like when he practices his social smile in front of the mirror.