Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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"Cough, cough... vomit..."

Huaiyin struggled to get up from the ground, feeling as if all her internal organs had been moved, and there was no comfortable spot on her body. The knife in her hand also fell to the side.

The gas mask cracked, but she didn't have time to pay attention to it. She collapsed to the ground and turned to look behind her.

The factory behind them had been set ablaze by the explosion, but for some reason, it did not explode on a large scale as the two had anticipated. Flames were shooting out of several windows on the factory floors, and the raging fire burned in the night wind.

Some water droplets appeared on Huaiyin's mask. She looked up at the sky, where low, dark clouds had pressed down, and it began to rain slowly.

Huaiyin slowly stood up, clutching her injured arm. A series of bloating and pains came from her abdomen, as if a sudden surge of air was pressing against her internal organs. It must be a sequela of the violent collision.

Fortunately, she has not yet felt any unbearable pain, which means that her internal organs should not have ruptured.

Huaiyin took a deep breath, walked with a limp, her left hand covering the wound on her right arm, and slowly walked into the distance.

"what--!!"

A scream filled with anger and shrilly came from behind Huaiyin, and Huaiyin stopped abruptly.

Her face was filled with disbelief as she stiffly turned her head to look at the factory engulfed in flames.

A figure carrying a broken wheel appeared in the flames.

The emaciated, blackened corpse wandered in the fire, the broken wooden wheel, now only half intact, was held by one hand and carried on his back. Burning hemp rope and sweet syrup draped over him like a colorful garment.

Above his head, a golden crown was radiating boundless light.

They failed to kill him...

The thought popped into Huaiyin's mind, and she quickly turned her head away, staggering towards her long sword.

At this point, Wheel Nyūdō had nothing to do with his wooden wheel anymore. Now, the half-broken wooden wheel was tied to his back with hemp rope, making him look more like a desiccated monster carrying it.

"asshole……"

Wheely Descent opened his mouth, his dark yellow teeth clicking, and a strange sound came from his dry throat.

Ringo Shinzen, who was originally in the control room of another building, also came downstairs and rushed towards Huaiyin, but Rin-yūdō was faster. The ropes on his body rustled as he crawled along the ground towards Huaiyin.

Huaiyin picked up the long knife and brandished it continuously, trying to drive away the hemp ropes in front of her, but with little effect, as the ropes quickly surrounded her.

Just then, deafening shouts of battle erupted outside the sewage treatment plant.

Wheelyūdō looked towards the gate, while Kōzen Ringo came to Kaine's side and shielded her behind her.

The crown on his head, the Wheel of Fortune, exuded an aura that was hard to ignore, while the Jain stood behind the Ringo of the Goddess with a sword in hand, his eyes behind the mask revealing a fierce fighting spirit.

With his back to the burning factory, Rin-yūdō said arrogantly, "I won't let you die so easily, young lady."

“I will rip your heads off and use them as balls in front of those exorcists, and use your bones to forge my new wooden wheels.”

It's a life-or-death situation...

Huaiyin gritted her teeth, a metallic taste rising in her mouth.

Ringo Shinzen was breathing heavily, her eyes wide open, and the talismans on her hands and feet emitted a dazzling light.

………………

Charge, clash, hand-to-hand combat and slashing.

Evil spirits are adept at using resentment to bewitch humans, creating one illusion after another to lead people astray, and then hunting them down.

Exorcists are skilled at manipulating formations, using their own spirit to communicate with the power within the formations and spells, breaking through the barriers of resentment and gaining the blessing of power.

However, both of these require a venue and time. In other words, most of the time, the clash between evil spirits and exorcists requires a fixed venue and takes time.

But that's not the case now. Neither side has time to prepare, nor a place to arrange things to their advantage. All they can do is face each other and fight each other in the most direct way.

The exorcists rushed onto the bridge, heading towards the evil spirits and monsters on the other side.

Chapter 114 Blood Exchange in the Raging Rain

Jiangdao Yizai stood at the very back of the crowd, as one exorcist after another passed by him, following behind Doutang as they rushed towards the other side.

Ryuuichi Shinzen stood beside him and asked, "Izai, why aren't you going up?"

Jiangdao Yizai slightly raised his hands, facing the sky, and raindrops fell on his skull, rolling down the edges of the bones.

Ejima Izai looked up at the sky and said, "I am the one who is creating momentum for him tonight, Ryu Yong."

He clenched his fist loosely, and the dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, the raindrops becoming much larger.

The rain intensified, and the wind became stronger.

He pointed with one hand to the demons and humans watching all this from the shore and said, "They want to watch a show, to see how Mr. Ren starts this war, and to see how he ends up. They treat him as a character on a stage for their entertainment."

Ryuu Shinzen looked at the people on the shore. They were also exorcists, but they were indifferent to the struggle of their compatriots and just watched coldly.

They might not necessarily do anything despicable like kicking someone when they're down after the war, but they would never lend a helping hand either. They represent the most profit-driven group in Tokyo's underworld. In their eyes, honesty and justice are all non-existent illusions that have nothing to do with them.

They were indeed sitting there with a spectator's mentality, treating the battle between their own kind and their enemies as something to be enjoyed, watching those lives fight and perish before their eyes.

“They think they’re clever and noble, Long Yong.” Jiangdao Yizai’s tone was somewhat disdainful: “What’s that Chinese proverb again? ‘A wise man submits to circumstances.’ They think that by staying there and watching until things are over, they can show up without offending anyone.”

“Mr. Ren doesn’t care about these things. He doesn’t care even if people treat him like an actor on stage, so I don’t care either. But at least we can’t let them have it easy, right?”

Jiangdao Yizai chuckled mischievously and squeezed his hands together tightly.

"Whoohoo-"

A sudden gust of wind arose, filling the sky with chaotic currents, causing nearby sheds and umbrellas to sway precariously.

Meanwhile, Ejima Iya, the instigator of the storm, stepped forward, waving his hands up and down. The winds of the entire world changed according to his command. His white coat had somehow come loose, turning into a long cloak that fluttered in the wind and even rose high into the sky, making him look like a demon king who wielded magic and controlled the heavens.

Large raindrops pelted down, and the dense rain curtain in the air danced with the gale, leaving trails of white water vapor that resembled countless slender dragons swaying and swirling in the sky.

"Boom!"

A flash of thunder streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar, like a violent explosion that could even leave a painful sensation in the ears.

In such terrible weather, the exorcists rushed to the other side, with Dou Tang leading the crowd, brandishing his longsword and chasing after Taira no Masakado.

The bizarre-looking evil spirits clashed with the exorcists, the sounds of weapons colliding with the strange flesh filling the air. Unlike the fantastical battles that Dou Tang had imagined, the fight between the exorcists and the evil spirits was extremely simple. Apart from the extremely magical features on both sides and the occasional flashes of flame and lightning that were somewhat eye-catching, the rest of the battle was no different from the melee between the extreme sects.

Under the pitch-black rain, lightning and flames clashed as the battle between evil spirits and exorcists raged on. Blood splattered on the ground mingled with the rain, leaving only a faint crimson stain.

Dou Tang walked forward in the rain, water dripping from his hair and clinging his bulky haori to his body, revealing the lines of his muscles through the wet clothes.

He casually brandished his longsword, slaying those evil spirits that dared to come looking for him. Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere. In addition to all sorts of strangely shaped monsters, there were even quite a few creatures that looked similar to humans.

Flying heads, blue monsters with tortoise shells on their heads, rabbits with horns on their foreheads, humanoid evil spirits with twisted joints all over their bodies... Dou Tang charged forward without stopping, his cold eyes devoid of any pity, like a cold statue, wielding a magic sword and becoming a real person, cutting down everything in front of him.

The cold-blooded slaughter once again fits into Dou Tang's actions.

Aside from gossiping when encountering interesting opponents, Dou Tang remains as cold and ruthless as ever when slaughtering these ordinary evil spirits.

The coldness in his eyes was completely different from the bloodthirstiness he showed when he faced Taira no Masakado; it was as if he were completing a task that he was already tired of.

Gradually, the evil spirits blocking his way decreased, and even those who wanted to pledge their loyalty to Taira no Masakado no longer wanted to risk their lives.

After all, in the eyes of the evil spirits, this monster was someone who could defeat Taira no Masakado.

A dog demon with a red scarf around its neck had just broken free from the exorcist's restraints and was baring its teeth, ready to fight back, when it turned its head and saw Dou Tang walking towards it.

Or rather, it was blocking Dou Tang's path.

The red-banded dog demon barked, stood on its hind legs, and ran off into the distance, yelling, "RUA! I touched it, I touched it!"

A soaking wet owl wearing a monocle perched on his head. Several strangely dressed monsters from the demon horde retreated without hesitation, following the Red Scarf Dog Demon.

Dou Tang looked at the monsters with some curiosity and continued chasing after Ping Jiangmen in the direction he had fled.

Taira no Masakado strode forward, his heart burning with anxiety. To be honest, he didn't really care about the one-man show, and he didn't even take Dou Tang seriously at first. After all, in his mind, Dou Tang was just a human being.

What he truly cares about is the Wheel of Fortune.

As the last general of Taira no Masakado, Wanyūdō's role was not just to guard the main camp. Wanyūdō's true role was to protect the crown that rightfully belonged to Taira no Masakado.

That crown possesses immense power.

It can be said that the Wheel of Fortune

The crown should have truly belonged to Taira no Masakado.

Taira no Masakado strode into the gate of the sewage treatment plant and was immediately met with two girls tumbling and leaping in the open space, and Rin-yūdō chasing them with a burning rope.

Taira no Masakado immediately understood what was going on; it seemed that the two girls were the ones who had ambushed his main camp!

He bared his teeth, brandished his long sword, and charged forward, roaring, "Die!"

When Wanyūdō saw Taira no Masakado return, his face lit up with joy. He stopped playing around, lit a rope, and wrapped it around Ringo Shinzen, quickly taking control of the most agile exorcist priestess.

Taira no Masakado then raised his long sword and slashed at Kaine!

Chapter 115 The Eyes of the Dead

Huaiyin felt a chill run down her spine, a coldness rising from the depths of her heart, and then she suddenly turned around.

A voice from an aged soul echoed in my mind: "Girl, don't hesitate!"

The hemp rope wrapped around his left hand instantly detached from his arm, and driven by an invisible force, it rose high and lashed out fiercely at the blade that Taira no Masakado was slashing at.

"call--"

Suddenly, a faint blue light began to entwine around the ordinary hemp rope. The light untied the rope, turning it into dense, fine, and scattered strands of coarse hemp fibers. The entire rope seemed to disintegrate like a tree with branches and leaves spreading out.

In the next instant, the fine threads reassembled in a different way than before, melting and intertwining to form a sturdy long whip with a smooth surface.

"Snapped!!"

The crack of the whip shattered the rain curtain, and in that instant, the raindrops even changed direction, scattering in all directions.

The whip struck Taira no Masakado's sword squarely, causing the precious blade to vibrate violently. Veins bulged on Taira no Masakado's face, and he suffered a splitting headache. Unable to control his movements, he involuntarily staggered back several steps.

The crack of the whip also affected the Wheely Descent Path nearby. The Wheely Descent Path's fire rope began to tremble, and Ringo Shinzen, who was bound by the fire rope, was thus freed.

Huaiyin, who had lashed out with the whip, suddenly felt weak all over, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground again.

She gritted her teeth, using her long sword to support her body, her eyes fixed on Taira no Masakado with resentment.

Cracks appeared on Taira no Masakado's hands, from which some dark blood spurted out. His face contorted with rage as he pressed his hand against the trembling sword and looked at Huaiyin.

"Well done! Exorcist, you have every right to be proud... You attacked my main camp and almost killed my general, so let your soul be steeped in the underworld to brew wine!"

Taira no Masakado, enraged, laughed and slowly walked forward, sword in one hand.

Looking at the towering evil spirit before him, which resembled an iron tower, Huaiyin felt a pang of sorrow. Nevertheless, he used his long sword to prop himself up against the ground and stood up again, even though he looked extremely shaky, as if a single finger could knock him over.

It seems we failed again...

Huaiyin gave a bitter laugh.

The aged soul within him fell silent. Huaiyin guessed that perhaps the previous whipping had depleted some of his power? Huaiyin didn't know, and even felt that he would never have the chance to find out.

I originally thought that such a powerful explosion would kill Rin-yūdō, and I originally thought that the entanglement between Tou-tō and Taira no Shōmon would keep this monster from paying attention to the situation here... but it seems that we were still not prepared enough.

Ringo Shinzen ran towards Kaion from behind, but Rin-yūdō, realizing what was happening, brandished his fire rope and blocked her path once again.

Ringo Shinzen was covered in talismans, and even her face shone with the light of the talismans. She was wrapped in unknown talismans like a mummy.

There were noticeable white strands in her hair, clearly indicating that it came at a price for her to directly confront the power of the heavily injured Wheel Monk wielding the crown.

Huaiyin held a whip in her left hand and used a long knife as a cane in her right. The half-broken gas mask was of no use. She could smell the dampness in the air and feel a quiet sense of death.

Taira no Masakado grinned maliciously, rainwater streaming down his muscular body, the small wounds on his arms already gone.

Even if the bizarre whipping could hurt him irrationally, it was still far too insignificant.

"Da da."

Footsteps could be heard through the rain.

Black mist spread and churned along the ground, defying the turbulent winds in the air, and swept wildly toward the battlefield.

The thick fog hissed and eroded the ground, making strange noises, as if some tiny, voracious creatures lurked within it. Meanwhile, the fog itself advanced rapidly, quickly covering vast areas of the ground.

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Huaiyin's heart, but it was not just hope; it was also mixed with inexplicable fear and awe, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

An invisible aura surged forth, and Huaiyin even felt a tightness in her chest. The other three people present stopped what they were doing.

Hirashima turned his head to look in the direction from which the fog was rolling.

A man dressed in a black haori appeared in the mist and rain, walking slowly with firm steps. The rain wet his hair, making it stick tightly to his cheeks, and he looked somewhat haggard.

A pair of slightly bluish eyes emerged from behind her bangs, not looking at Taira no Masakado, her most important enemy, but at Kawano, who was struggling to stand.

"call--"