Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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One of the Kamen Riders?

"Don't talk nonsense." Jiangdao Yizai waved his hand impatiently: "I'm just an off-field helper. Stop wasting your breath and get out of here."

After saying that, he looked in the direction of the school gate again. Even through the thick curtains and from such a distance, he could sense that a powerful source of resentment was quietly lingering at the school gate.

The owner of that resentful spirit waited patiently, radiating his aura. To Ejima Iya, this was clearly an invitation, or even a provocation.

He had to respond, because if he didn't, the source of this resentment might storm into the campus filled with innocent people.

The fake Kiryu packed up his textbooks and left the old textbook room, while Ejima Iya took a deep breath and waited until a few minutes after the fake Kiryu left before hurriedly running out of the old textbook room.

It was during class time, and he was running in the empty corridor, his footsteps light and silent. The blue and white knight's hem fluttered, looking no different from his white coat.

The school doctor, dressed in a white coat, transforms into a knight to confront the unknown evil spirits that provoke him outside the campus.

Jiangdao Yizai quickly went down to the first floor, and then rushed out of the main entrance, running towards the door.

The security guard at the gate widened his eyes when he saw someone run out of the school.

But before he could say anything to stop him, he saw Ejima Iya stomp heavily on the ground, leap into the air, and jump a distance that no human could possibly reach. He flew over the school gate as if flying, and then landed with a thud.

The security guard's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Upon reaching the door, the snow-white knight casually tossed the hem of his leather hood and walked towards the black sedan parked across the street.

Pedestrians on the road, seeing this scene, thought it was a movie set, and some even raised their phones to try to record what was happening.

Ejima Iya approached the black sedan, his eyes, burning with blue light, looking out the car window.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing an old and gaunt face.

Zatoichi squinted, his pupils almost invisible, and faced Ejima Iya, forcing an ugly smile as he said, "Oh dear... is this the association's pet dog? It seems to still retain some ferocity."

provocative.

But... it's of no use to Ejima Izai.

Jiangdao Yizai clicked his tongue, making a clicking sound from under his hood. He rubbed his chin and said, "Wow, what a handsome old man."

He then pointed to the long sword in Zatoichi's hand and said, "Is that thing real? A real sword? Can I see it? It looks so cool."

"To be honest, just looking at it makes me feel so powerful! It exudes a sharp and intimidating aura!" Jiangdao Yizai suddenly clapped his hands, not holding back his praise and admiration.

Speaking of which, the last time Jiangdao Yizai saw a real sword was with Xueqing's treasured sword.

But at this moment, the simple, unadorned longsword with a black sheath and black hilt in Zatoichi's hand exuded the same dangerous aura as Yukiharu's treasured sword.

This is a fine knife that has tasted blood. Even though Ejima Izai knows nothing about swords, he can make this judgment based on his intuition.

Zatoichi seemed somewhat surprised to hear Ejima Isamu's praise.

After all, he had just encountered a vicious and sharp-tongued evil spirit like Kuroki Keisaki, and thought that most evil spirits in Tokyo were like that. But now, Ejima Iya, whom he had just met, not only ignored his provocation but also praised his sword...

For a swordsman, a samurai, a swordsman... what could be more gratifying than hearing someone praise one's beloved sword?

If so, it's probably a compliment to one's own swordsmanship!

"Hehehe... I never expected that in a modern city like Tokyo, there would be someone with such refined taste to appreciate my beloved sword!"

Zatoichi placed his thumb under the hilt of his sword, a glint of light in his dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "Then, Lord Honoteengu, please allow me to be rude at the beginning."

"My name is Zatoichi. Would you like to witness my skills, sir?"

“Zatoichi…” As a self-proclaimed otaku, Ejima Iya immediately understood the meaning behind the name.

And he understood that the immense malice emanating from the old man was absolutely genuine.

He came to fight, and that was his only purpose.

After a moment of silence, Ejima Izai looked around and said, "You're so bold?"

"So... in broad daylight, they're about to fight in the street?"

Zatoichi remained silent, only staring at Ejima Iya in front of him with a strange smile.

Ejima Izai glanced at the thumb resting on the hilt of his sword, and he already knew the answer.

Then, the snow-white knight straightened up and, in full view of everyone on the street where the snow had not yet melted, gently snapped his fingers.

Then the wind picked up, the clouds gathered, and the vast sky became gloomy and dark.

Chapter 276 Cold Rain Pours Down

A fierce wind suddenly arose.

Rain clouds gather in the sky, and in the biting cold, the gloomy clouds block out the sunlight.

No one knows what kind of power those countless vengeful spirits brought to Ejima Izai.

Tengu are creatures that soar through the sky, brave and powerful.

A fighting monster.

In mythology, the Tengu (heavenly dogs) either live in groups or go their own way. They are both righteous and evil, with their own leaders and beliefs, yet they seem to be lone rangers.

For the masses, and also for one.

Japan has a legend of the Eight Tengu, who are like guardian deities of the mountains and fields, protecting shrines or sacred mountains and fields.

Vengeful spirits can become celestial dogs, villains can become celestial dogs, high monks can become celestial dogs... The threshold for becoming a celestial dog has always been unpredictable throughout history, seemingly without any pattern.

There is even a claim that Emperor Sutoku was one of the Eight Great Tengu, Shiramine Sagamibo.

At this moment, in this world, Ejima Iya had never encountered any other Tengu, and he was completely different from all the Tengu in history.

Having borne the resentment of countless dead, delivered countless sinful souls, and carried the reluctance of countless souls to leave the mortal world, the Bone Tengu, with bones as its medium and a teacher as its spirit, was created.

Ejima Izai himself is a miracle of the new era.

He did not rely on the power of the crown, nor did he come from a famous exorcism family, nor did he have any magical aids.

Relying solely on willpower and boundless kindness, from his dedication and sacrifice twelve years ago to his courageous advance with his body as a vessel twelve years later, Ejima Izai has come from the old era and created his own miracle in the new era.

It is precisely because he understands this, and because he admires Ejima Isamu's sacrifice, that Toudou has such great respect for this seemingly unreliable teacher.

At this moment, Ejima Izai once again demonstrated his great power, his seemingly instinctive guidance and control over the celestial phenomena.

He raised one hand, made a loose fist, and stirred it toward the sky, like a child playing with a sand tray.

Follow your instincts, and the obsession in your heart will surge towards the sky like flowing water. Dark, heavy clouds have formed, and scattered raindrops will fall with a patter.

This only took a few minutes.

Zatoichi sat quietly in the car, his hands extremely relaxed as if he were exhausted, but in reality he was incredibly excited.

The pedestrians on the street began to disappear. Few people would attribute such a strange celestial phenomenon to a strange man in a leather suit. The number of onlookers decreased significantly, leaving only a handful of truly idle people who were still curiously watching Ejima Iya make strange movements.

"Crash..."

Soon, the biting cold rain began to fall.

If you look down on Tokyo from the air, you will see an incredibly strange scene: on a clear day after a snowfall, there is a thick rain cloud covering the entire Bunkyo Ward.

This rain cloud almost completely absorbed the moisture in the atmosphere of Tokyo, leaving no other clouds in sight. The gentle winter sun shone brightly, but it forgot about Bunkyo Ward.

And at the heart of this strange rain was Yiyan Private Academy.

Under the torrential rain, even the last unrelated pedestrians couldn't hold on any longer and left.

The cold rain obscured the view, turning daytime into a dark, night-like darkness, and visibility quickly dropped to about ten meters.

The space just a dozen meters away was like another world, hazy and dark.

"The battleground is ready, Zatoichi." Ejima Iya lowered his head, the intensely burning blue light trembling beneath his compound eyes, clearly visible even through his mask, as if the inside of his helmet was entirely a ball of flame.

"What a powerful force..." Zatoichi remarked.

But before he could finish speaking, he heard Ejima Iza shout!

"Sneak attack!"

Then, a white fist suddenly reached into the car window and slapped Zatoichi!

This punch, long planned, was thrown with lightning speed, turning into a blur as it slammed into Zatoichi's old face!

Zatoichi never expected that Ejima Iya, who seemed so easy to talk to, so kind, and even willing to go to such lengths to manipulate celestial phenomena without involving ordinary people...

They even resort to sneak attacks?!

Underestimate the enemy!

Ejima Iya's punch was powerful and heavy, like a cannonball hitting Zatoichi's face, knocking him off balance and causing him to fall to the ground in the back seat!

"Hahaha!" Jiangdao Yizai retracted his fist, jumped back a few steps, and laughed arrogantly: "Old man, you didn't expect that, did you! I have absolutely no martial ethics!"

"You little beast..." Zatoichi gritted his teeth, flipped over and squatted on the back seat, curling up like a nimble monkey, placing the long sword at his waist with his left hand and gripping the hilt tightly with his right!

——Draw your sword!

A fleeting moment, truly just a fleeting moment.

A gleaming silver blade emanated from inside the car, blooming like a lotus flower, radiating the majestic light of countless petals.

It seemed as if even the sound of the wind had been cut off, and the fragmented sounds became extremely eerie, sounding like countless sounds of swords being drawn mixed together, with each soft hum of a sword being drawn stopping halfway through.

And Ejima Izai found himself right in the center of this all-encompassing flash of light.

But Ejima Izai remained completely calm; a faint blue light emanated from the surface of his snow-white leather suit.

A clanging sound rang out, and eerie blue sparks flew as Ejima Iya's hands...

Raise your head like a boxer to protect your face while constantly backing away.

The blade left no mark on him, and even the ordinary leather sheath was enveloped in a ghostly blue light, thus remaining completely unharmed.

The only part that was damaged was probably the rear door of the black sedan.

The car door had by then turned into a pile of smoothly cut pieces, and Zatoichi, holding a long sword, jumped out sideways and came to stand in front of Ejima Izayoi.

Enraged, the evil old man's appearance became even more ferocious. He opened his lifeless, grayish-white eyes, his ears twitched slightly, and he bared his teeth, roaring, "How dare you ambush an old man like me! You have absolutely no morals!"

"Is this the kind of despicable monster that's given the name 'Tengu'?!"

Jiangdao Yizai shrugged and said, "To be honest, as a school doctor, I have always taken saving lives and educating people as my responsibility."

"So it's normal that I don't care about fair fighting in Bushido, right?"

Zatoichi was furious and roared, "Since that's how it is, then let this old man teach you a lesson!"

"I will behead you! To atone for your insult!"

He raised his long sword, transforming into a ferocious demon, and charged towards Ejima Izai with the flash of his blade.

Not to be outdone, Ejima Izai slightly raised his hand, and in the eerie blue glow, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were softly weeping.

Chapter 277 Teacher Jiangdao is Unable to Break His Defense

Zatoichi's swordsmanship was fierce and sharp, like a whirlwind.

A gleaming silver blade sliced ​​through the rain, cleaving through the raindrops, and hurtled towards Ejima Izai.

Although Ejima Iya had never studied combat, he had a unique advantage: he was a tengu who carried vengeful spirits, and for tengu, fighting was an instinct.

So, Ejima Izai followed his instincts.

Driven by the wills of countless vengeful spirits within his body, a ghostly blue light enveloped his arms, and upon closer inspection, it seemed as if countless eyes were peering outwards.

"This way."

"Move up a little."

"Your movement is incorrect. Use more force in your upper arm."

"Don't let your wrist shake; it should be in line with the force generated by your forearm."

Countless voices echoed methodically in my mind, and countless vengeful spirits whispered in my heart.

The eyes and souls of the vengeful spirits transformed into invisible tentacles, bringing all the information that Ejima Iya needed.

The sharp, mirror-like glint in his eyes suddenly cracked... a crack that would allow him to retaliate.

It's like a mirror shattering and collapsing.

Ejima Izai bravely reached out his hand and probed into the cracks.

He charged into the dense web of blades, his body gleaming with blue light, and tiny hands blooming on his leather suit to meet all the sharp light and shadow.

In an instant, the blade struck Ejima Iya, creating a dazzling arc of light. His fist, however, pierced through everything, passing through an extremely tricky spot and emerging from the narrow gap to strike Zatoichi's cheek.