Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Yes, that's right, this guy, like his boss, isn't a normal person.

The thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time and took deep root. After realizing that the thought was a fact, everyone became even more timid. Some people silently stepped back and made way for each other.

Seeing this, Dou Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

He strode forward, passing those with dim eyes, his gaze lingering on each face. Those he looked at seemed like turtles encountering their natural enemy, shrinking their shoulders and lowering their heads.

Dou Tang was already used to being respected like this. He silently walked into the safety passage and then closed the fire door behind him.

"Puff thump thump thump..."

Behind the door came the sound of many people suddenly falling to the ground. It was probably the sound of people collapsing due to the sudden release of their pent-up resentment.

Even if they managed to retreat in time and save their lives, these people would probably be weak for a long time. The resentment in those precious sugar pills was like throwing away people's energy, which would definitely bring all sorts of aftereffects.

Dou Tang walked up the stairs and looked out through the stairwell window.

A sudden downpour descended upon the entire city, leaving blurry water streaks on the windows, and thunderclaps rang out intermittently.

Dou Tang suddenly shivered, feeling very cold.

He continued upwards, and there were no people blocking his way on the next few floors. Following the signal of the crown-shaped target, Dou Tang made his way to the top floor.

Pushing open the door, the view from the 30th floor came into view.

It was empty, like an empty building that had been renovated but not yet furnished. The only thing you could see on the entire floor was the floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides. Apart from that, the only thing inside the building was the necessary load-bearing structure.

At first glance, it looks like a perfect place to be a battlefield.

A person was sitting on the ground not far in front of them.

In front of the man was a low table, and on the table was a small coal stove, on which a small teapot was bubbling and making the sound of boiling water.

The person sitting behind the low table was a pretty woman wearing a men's haori (a type of traditional Chinese clothing), with a rather androgynous face and sharp, piercing eyes.

“Welcome.” Her business acumen was also quite clear: “Mr. Ren.”

Dou Tang, wielding a long sword and covered in blood as if he had emerged from hell, exuded a heavy aura of killing intent and oppression as he took a step forward.

"Then who are you?" Dou Tang's voice was like a beast growling in a show of defiance.

"I am the monster Maolang. I wonder what kind of monster Mr. Ren is? As this is our first meeting, perhaps we don't need to be so tense."

Dou Tang suddenly swung his longsword, splattering blood all over the ground.

Chapter 48 Tokyo Monsters Face Reality

"Well said. We don't need to be on the verge of war, but many people have already paid with their lives," Dou Tang said calmly.

The demon Maolang smiled and lowered his head, continuing to focus on brewing tea for Doutang and himself, holding the teapot and saying, "They're just humans."

Dou Tang paused slightly upon hearing this, then said, "The number of humans far exceeds that of demons. Even demons have to retreat to the cities created by humans."

The implication is that... the monster before us is merely enjoying everything created by humans, so what noble reason does it have?

Maolang wasn't annoyed; she simply stirred the tea in the cup with a tea brush to make the matcha taste even richer.

Then, she respectfully placed the tea on the opposite side of the table, directly opposite Dou Tang's coaster.

Only then did Dou Tang have a chance to properly examine her.

Besides giving a sharp impression, buttercups also have many other characteristics, such as slightly curly hair and fine, white downy hairs on their faces, resembling...

It seems to still retain some animal characteristics.

Her ears were completely hidden under her hair, making them difficult to see, which reminded Dou Tang of the catwoman with cat ears he had seen before.

“Mr. Ren is absolutely right, but I think it’s not appropriate to discuss the so-called difference between monsters and humans tonight. After all, you and I are beings who are above ordinary people, so why bother with such trivial matters?”

Dou Tang took a few steps forward with his sword and came to the tea table, but he did not sit down. Instead, he slightly raised his sword, with the tip of the sword resting slightly on the center of the tea table.

"So, you think the killing of your subordinates is a small matter..."

"I told you, it's just a human." Mao Liang raised his head along the blade, smiling, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"Could it be that Mr. Ren, whose strength is among the best of exorcists, is actually someone who values ​​the lives of ordinary people?"

"The clash between the new era and the old era has arrived. Mr. Ren, you won't go far with such naive ideas."

The new era and the old era... I feel like I've heard that somewhere before.

Dou Tang became more cautious and asked, "What are the old and new eras? I've never heard of them."

Mao Liang seemed somewhat surprised and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Ren, did you perhaps only start this industry this year?"

Dou Tang remained silent.

Mao Liang said thoughtfully, "I see. So, Mr. Ren is also a product of the new era... In that case, I'll give Mr. Ren a little education."

"Mr. Ren, do you think that whether it's monsters or evil spirits, the scenes in myths and the bizarre stories in legends, could they be true?"

Dou Tang snorted but still didn't answer, after all, he felt... there was nothing to say.

If we're talking about legends, then I am the living legend, right?

Mao Liang seemed to think that he did not want to show weakness, so he continued, "Mr. Ren, a year ago, neither Lord Taira no Masakado nor any powerful evil spirits could have appeared."

"Over the past year, exorcists have gradually grown stronger, and monsters and evil spirits have also been surprised to find themselves growing stronger."

“Exorcists can summon physical shikigami just like in the legends, and monsters and evil spirits can use their abilities to influence the real world... Mr. Ren, including people like you with strange powers, all appeared in this year.”

Dou Tang was filled with doubt after hearing Mao Liang's words.

The Siren Head, once an urban legend, the Ito Okami, now a local myth, and the Kisaragi Station and the Head-Girl... Did all these evil spirits that I personally exterminated emerge in this year?

One year... One year ago was the time when I came into this world.

“Mr. Ren.” Mao Liang waved her hand, realizing that Dou Tang had taken her words to heart, and thus believed that she had initially gained the opportunity to communicate with him.

She pointed to the cushion opposite the low table and said, "Mr. Ren, we are both beneficiaries of the new era. Why don't you sit down? I believe you would like to know more about the new era."

Unexpectedly, Dou Tang suddenly shook his head.

"Do not."

The light that had quietly died out in his eyes reignited, transforming into blazing lava that suddenly exploded in all directions.

The overwhelming resentment instantly engulfed the two, transforming into an invisible flood that swept across the entire flat space. A dark vortex was released with a roar, causing the two's clothes to flutter loudly.

Dou Tang raised his longsword, the blade gleaming with a cold light, his blue eyes as dazzling as incandescent lamps.

The hem of the black trench coat began to fray and spread, turning into long, thin strips of cloth that swung wildly, like shapeless monsters clinging to Dou Tang's body, dancing with the audacity of a fox.

Dou Tang closed his eyes slightly, and his clothes lost their shape even further, scattered like paint spreading on paper. His collar billowed up, and the zipper twisted into one strange sharp angle after another. His whole body looked like he was wearing a cloth made of chaotic fantasy.

The pitch-black airflow spread throughout the entire flat, impacting everything around it, even enveloping the floor-to-ceiling windows and twisting them into distorted gems that seemed to emit faint red light, as if something was hidden within them.

Ghost wall, a unique ghost wall phenomenon belonging to Doutang.

Upon seeing this scene, Mao Liang froze, as if he had forgotten to breathe, and stood there stunned for a moment before suddenly waking up, panting heavily with disbelief on his face.

"How is this possible... a barrier of resentment? But you're a human, how could you possibly use something like that?!"

Dou Tang didn't reply, but instead hooked his foot under the tea table and kicked it up suddenly!

The entire low table was hooked and launched into the air, while Dou Tang instantly pulled his legs back and slashed his long sword straight down at the low table!

With a loud "bang!", the low table was split open and instantly exploded into countless fragments, revealing the hideous face of the buttercup behind it.

At this moment, Mao Liang pulled out a slender naginata from somewhere and used the narrow hilt of the naginata to trap Dou Tang's longsword!

The naginata is about one meter long, with a slender blade that makes up nearly one-third of its length. Compared to a normal naginata, it is more like a samurai sword mounted on a long handle. The blade is not as wide and curved as a typical naginata.

Women's naginata.

Mo Liang, holding the naginata, instantly changed his expression, his eyes filled with a sharp glint, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

She lifted her arm with her back hand and twisted her front hand backward, then pulled the naginata backward and it turned into a large, cold star, stabbing fiercely towards Dou Tang's face!

"Well done!"

Even when not praising the enemy, Dou Tang still couldn't help but...

Zhu cried out. Just the fact that he could ignore the pressure from the Blue Demon was enough to make Mao Liang a worthy opponent!

Not to mention, the other side also had weapons!

This is the first time Dou Tang has faced an equally matched enemy who is also armed!

Unable to contain his excitement, Dou Tang's calm blood suddenly boiled. He took a half step back and raised his sword with one hand!

"Zizzizi——"

A dazzling spark flashed as Dou Tang's longsword precisely pressed the tip into the blood groove of the naginata.

As the two weapons sparked, the powerful thrust was deflected by Dou Tang.

The two weapons struck and retreated. Mao Liang shook his feet, bent his right leg halfway and straightened his left leg. Using his right leg as the center of gravity, he flicked his wrist again, and the naginata drew a crescent moon in the air for a moment before slashing towards Dou Tang's shoulder.

A look of joy flashed in Dou Tang's eyes. He stepped forward with his sword in one hand, but bent his arm to gather the sword in front of his chest and suddenly took a step.

The slender blade of the naginata narrowly missed Dou Tang's shoulder before reaching his side. Had Dou Tang not raised his sword to block, the naginata could have easily sliced ​​through his neck with a slight slash to the right.

But since it wasn't cut open, Dou Tang's chance came.

Long weapons and short weapons, an inch longer means an inch stronger, but if the blade of a long weapon cannot reach a person, and a short weapon gets close, then it is extremely dangerous.

Every inch shorter is more dangerous, but once you enter the range of close combat, the one in danger is the other side.

Dou Tang instantly gathered his hands in front of his chest, blocking the naginata while charging forward at high speed.

"Sizzsssssssssss..."

Mao Liang accelerated backward, while Dou Tang strode forward, the blade and saber scraping together with a sickening sound.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The two took several steps back and forth in a strange manner before Mao Liang gritted his teeth and jumped up, suddenly exerting force with his naginata and pressing down on Dou Tang from the side.

Dou Tang wouldn't lose to anyone in a contest of strength, so Mao Liang got his wish. He used the opportunity of leaping into the air to fight Dou Tang and flew backward a considerable distance. After landing with a thud, the battle circle between the two was widened again.

"I never expected Mr. Ren to be such a...swordsman!" Mao Liang said through gritted teeth.

“You are not bad either, Ms. Maolang, especially since you are wearing a haori.”

Using his waist as a fulcrum, Maolang gripped the naginata more forward, bracing one hand against the bottom of the pole and tightly holding the shaft with the other, thus increasing his attack range.

She slumped her shoulders and hunched her back, like a wild beast, her naginata blade swaying like a scorpion's menacing tail, pointing directly at Dou Tang.

Dou Tang, a man deeply immersed in martial arts, seemed to understand her intention and said, "Want to try using speed again?"

The ultimate purpose of Maolang's posture was simply to launch another thrust, using the extremely long attack range to compensate for the slow recovery after the thrust.

Having been seen through, Mao Liang laughed heartily and said, "Yes, Mr. Ren, I wonder if you dare to accept?"

Upon hearing this, Dou Tang nodded slightly, then lowered his arm, the sword blade pointing directly at the ground, and nodded slightly.

His eyes, glowing with blue flames, were fixed on his enemy, while his right hand, holding the sword, slowly relaxed. His entire arm seemed to suddenly transform into easily deformable clay, and Dou Tang could even feel the weight of the longsword in his hand.

The murderous intent in Dou Tang's eyes continued to subside, transforming into an indifferent gaze in a short moment. He paid no attention to the demon Mao Liang, but instead stared at the tip of the knife not far from him.

Mao Liang took a deep breath, her hands poised to strike. After blinking once more, her hands suddenly transformed into blurry afterimages and trembled forward.

This is why Dou Tang did not choose to stare at her arm.

The cold glint of the knife in his eyes was the only thing he needed to pay attention to.

In the darkness, a gleaming longsword sliced ​​through the night, the sudden light so dazzling, yet it also gave Dou Tang what was most important.

Light, form, distance.

A cold light filled my vision; although it was still half a meter away, it felt as if it had already pierced my eyes and was stirring my brain!

The longsword, which had been hanging heavily in his hand, suddenly became as light as a feather due to the concentration of his muscles.

The longsword, striking after the opponent, sprang up from the ground beside him in a flash of blue light, its tip pointing upwards like a dazzling star.

The wrist swings horizontally as it flicks upward, while the body arches forward like an eel, then dives down to the ground.

"Crack!"

The longsword and the naginata clashed, each weapon carrying unparalleled power. As a result, they collided like rapidly spinning tops, and were thrown to one side by their respective forces.

The naginata flicked upwards, while the longsword shuddered downwards and returned to Dou Tang's side.

Dou Tang, who was crouching low as he advanced, blocked the attack at the last moment and charged forward with his sword into Mao Liang's unguarded lower gate!

He reached forward with one hand, swooping like a swallow skimming the ground, and slashed at the side of the basil.