Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Dou Tang shook his numb arm, picked up his sword with one hand, and became more serious.

"In terms of strength alone, Mr. Ren is probably even stronger than me. It's incredible!" Ping Jiangmen exclaimed, making no attempt to hide his admiration for Dou Tang.

"Now, Mr. Ren, let me see your swordsmanship, which surpasses even that of the legendary swordsman!"

With a cold shout, Taira no Masakado charged forward again, slashing diagonally with his sword. His sword-wielding technique, the Kesa-zan, was unleashed with imposing force, its sharp edge aimed at Dou Tang's shoulder.

Dou Tang was also aroused by him and eagerly drew his sword forward. He flipped his wrist and actually slashed in the same direction as the blade tendon of Taira no Masamune.

The swords were briefly parallel, but Dou Tang suddenly flipped his wrist, the blade rubbing against the blade, and with a horizontal twist, the rubbing blade transformed into a cutting edge.

With another flick of his wrist, an unparalleled burst of power suddenly emerged. Taira no Masakado felt as if a heavy hammer had struck the blade horizontally, causing his straight cutting line to vanish abruptly and the blade to swing to the side.

Dou Tang lunged forward like a dragon, his longsword trembling and his tip flashing blue as it aimed at Ping Jiangmen's elbow.

Taira no Masakado stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and could only sheathe his sword and retreat, tapping his feet repeatedly.

Seeing that he had withdrawn his sword stance, Dou Tang pressed his advantage, leaping forward and transforming his longsword into sharp needles, stabbing and thrusting relentlessly, while arrogantly declaring, "Just bear with it! This sword isn't that big!"

Unable to tolerate such provocation, Taira no Masakado's blood surged, the veins on his upper body bulged and throbbed, and his fingers gripping the long sword turned white.

He gritted his teeth, lowered his hand and slashed horizontally. The blade light scattered a silvery screen in front of him, and the crimson resentment spread onto the screen, creating a wall of blade light with the resentment, briefly blocking the sword light.

Dou Tang's sword light was like a wave, and the speed of his sword strike was unimaginable. In just a moment, he and his sword smashed through the wall of blade light and rushed forward.

A moment's delay was enough for Taira no Masakado to break the deadlock. He jumped back two steps, raised his sword with both hands, and an abnormal surge of blood energy erupted. His white hair and beard bloomed like flower stamens, transforming into a crimson, furious lion, and he once again slashed diagonally with his arm!

From bottom to top, at a tricky angle, the robe is reversed!

Normal sword ribs run from top to bottom, and therefore, the most convenient way to parry and deflect is from top to bottom. As a result, the reverse kasaya is a move that is relatively difficult for beginners to block in the basic kendo skills.

This move, delivered from below the line of sight, is the easiest to enter the blind spot and the easiest to overlook!

But this strike was exactly what Dou Tang wanted!

Dou Tang abruptly sheathed his sword, placed his left hand on the blade, and pressed it down hard to meet the blade's gleam!

"Hey!"

Taira no Masakado's hands transformed into metal and stone, carrying unparalleled power. Although his longsword struck the blade, he still glared angrily, putting even more force into his hands, lifting Dou Tang up!

No… He suddenly realized that it wasn’t like that at all; Dou Tang was following his sword momentum and using his strength as a stepping stone!

With a powerful push from his legs, Dou Tang leaped into the air, propelled by Ping Jiangmen's momentum.

Before Taira no Masakado could sheathe his sword, he could only watch as Toudou soared into the air, his longsword transforming into a sharp blade descending from the sky, stabbing fiercely down towards his eyes like a falcon swooping down to hunt its prey.

Oops……

The moment the thought crossed Taira no Masakado's mind, he felt only a white light before his eyes!

He could only raise his hands high, swing the long sword back sharply, and lunge forward while bending over, the only way to dodge the sword!

"Ah-"

A sharp pain shot through his back, but Taira no Masakado dared not stop. He could only lower his head and continue running forward for two more steps!

Hearing a heavy object fall behind him

Only after hearing the sound did he dare to turn around, gripping his long sword tightly with both hands, looking at Dou Tang with lingering fear.

Dou Tang stood where he had been standing, smiling disdainfully. He raised his hand and brandished his sword, blood splattering out in a curve from the blade, leaving a trail of dark red spots on the ground.

"Taira no Masakado, he's nothing special."

After Dou Tang finished speaking, he burst into laughter.

The atmosphere on both sides of the Taiwan Strait has become somewhat tense.

Everyone could see that Taira no Masakado's swordsmanship was far inferior to that of Toudou.

He was the one who first used resentment to build a barrier, and he was also the first to be cut down. When it comes to one-on-one swordsmanship, even a general like Taira no Masakado, who was a formidable figure on the battlefield, was probably no match for Mo Liang.

In ancient times, generals fought on horseback or in armored battles, and most of them were ordinary people. For ordinary people, the heavy battles in armor were very different from the swift and entangled one-on-one combat.

Taira no Masakado snorted coldly, and a surge of blood energy rose behind him, causing the wound on his back to heal almost instantly.

He looked at Dou Tang and said, "As expected of someone who can defeat Mao Liang with swordsmanship, you really have a knack for it."

Mr. Ren pointed his sword at him and said, "Forgive my bluntness, Taira no Masakado, but I'm afraid your swordsmanship was only honed on the battlefield. You are the son of the garrison commander, and you have been on the battlefield as a general since you were a child."

"Someone like you wouldn't understand what you need to pay attention to when fighting a life-or-death situation in close-quarters combat."

"On the battlefield, you are a warrior clad in armor, and your innate sense of superiority gives you a natural power to oppress the common people of that era."

Dou Tang chuckled as if he had thought of something, and continued, "Not to mention, the enemies you encountered were merely humans."

"After your resurrection, how many formidable enemies have you encountered who can truly challenge you? Besides Mo Liang, who else?"

Taira no Masakado's face was extremely ugly. He stood there for a long time before finally letting out a long breath. His tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he said, "What you said makes a lot of sense, Mr. Ren."

"I am not exactly an expert in swordsmanship."

He looked at Dou Tang, the crimson in his eyes gradually surging, and the pale red blood energy around him further extracted, somewhat similar to Dou Tang's pitch-black aura.

"Let's go straight into another realm."

Dou Tang also became serious, suppressing his smile. He raised his sword with one hand, his haori whistling, and a large amount of dark energy surged from his body, spreading along the ground.

Crimson blood and pitch-black energy flowed across the ground and spilled down the bridge surface. Viewed from the sides, it looked like a waterfall of distinct black and red hues cascading from the bridge.

Chapter 103 The Waterfall of Resentment

The essence of resentment is "obsession," that is, intense and persistent emotion. Under this premise, whether it is an exorcist or an evil spirit, the source of power is the same.

What kind of beings can be called monsters? They are those creatures with the ability to think, those mysterious beings that are unpredictable but whose thoughts are certain.

Only those capable of thought and possessing attachments can be called evil spirits, and only then can they be called extraordinary beings.

Take Kuroki Keisaki, for example. She became a monster because of her obsession with revenge and the power of the crown.

For example, the Ito Okami may have become a yokai because of his attachment to his hometown, and there is even a story about him running all the way from Kyoto back to the Kamo River.

For example, Ejima Iya and Bone Tengu. Ejima Iya stays conscious because he wants to protect the school he is standing on, while Bone Tengu is formed from the obsessions of countless people who died in the bombing.

In urban legends, aside from Siren Head, who cannot speak human language and has no normal way of expressing emotions, the other urban legends that Dou Tang has seen also have the characteristics of being able to communicate, as well as obsession.

Obsession is the essence of power in this world, and this essence will manifest differently in its outward expression depending on the host.

For example, Dou Tang's outward resentment looks like a thick and ever-spreading black fog. This fog brings an unimaginable sense of oppression and renders the surrounding environment into a bizarre hell that follows his will.

The thick fog was so black that it was impossible to see through it. No matter what kind of light shone on it, it would disappear. There were no cloud-like or misty shapes that could be seen on the surface. It looked like a black expanse that stretched along the ground. Except for the outline of the black edge, nothing could be seen. It was like a black hole that could absorb all light.

Devouring, gnawing, if one cannot swallow reality whole, one must devour the light that dares to offend one. The resentment released by Dou Tang is an existence carrying this domineering emotion.

As Taira no Masakado said, the battle between the two has entered another level, a completely new battle that has appeared for the first time in this new era that has just begun.

Unlike Dou Tang's seemingly gentle but actually tyrannical outward expression, Ping Jiangmen's resentment is similar to his background. The pale red mist that exudes the smell of rust and burnt smell is like the breath of a demon, like the smoke spreading on the battlefield falling to the ground and staining it with blood.

The mist contained a thin layer of impurities, with tiny black particles mixed in with the pale red color, making it look somewhat murky.

The two unleashed their power as the best of the abnormal beings, and the collision of the two-colored mist produced a crackling sound like electric shocks.

The bridge transformed into the top of a waterfall, and the waters of the Shinchuan River churned restlessly due to the erosion of resentment. The sound of the waves crashing against the gray stone riverbank gradually drowned out the whispers of the people, or rather, no one dared to continue speaking at such a time.

Pairs of eyes, not wanting to miss a single detail, were fixed on Dou Tang and Ping Jiang.

Looking at the door, he saw the extremely unusual mist surrounding the two people, a sight that neither evil spirits nor exorcists had ever seen.

Evil spirits rely on invisible resentment to construct barriers, causing people to see illusions, such as bloodied relatives or friends, or faucets gushing blood, or various other scenes. But in the end, no matter how terrifying the evil spirits themselves are, the scenes they construct are just illusions.

Exorcists rely on various techniques to combat evil spirits. They use blessed magical artifacts to break through the barriers of resentment, and then use weapons that are also imbued with obsession to subdue the evil spirits. They painstakingly chant scriptures or worship, using their time and energy to collect the faintest traces of obsession to fight against evil spirits.

Therefore, the battle between evil spirits and exorcists often devolves into a primal struggle, where the side with superior skills and power is more likely to emerge victorious.

But neither evil spirits nor vengeful spirits have ever seen such a method that so thoroughly affects reality.

No one dared to disturb the two, not even daring to speak loudly, for fear that the eerie-looking mist might possess strange abilities that could kill even the bystanders who disturbed their battle.

Many evil spirits act according to "rules," such as making a certain number of phone calls to instantly teleport to the doll-like evil spirit behind them. Who knows if those fogs don't have a similar trigger mechanism?

But Dou Tang started to complain in his heart.

How come this thing is foggy too... Doesn't this make two fog-generating machines?

The battle of the mists seemed unlikely to end anytime soon; the black and red lights transformed into lightning, leaving a trail of sparks on the ground.

Dou Tang then raised his sword and said, "Taiba Masakado, let's continue."

Ping Jiangmen looked at the mist on Dou Tang's body that could even swallow light, his expression was a little strange, but he was still full of fighting spirit. He swung his sword hard, and the blade made a pleasant little sound.

"Okay, Mr. Ren, let's continue!"

Dou Tang lunged forward, bending low to transform into a tiger descending the mountain, his long sword flashing and slashing like tiger claws.

The black mist left a trail in the air as he moved, slowly rising and spreading, while the crackling sounds in the air grew more intense.

"Hey!"

Ping Jiangmen received the attack, laughed heartily, and retaliated with a slash, but Dou Tang nimbly dodged it.

The two swords clashed, clanging and tinkling. The sparks from the colliding metal and the swirling mist combined to create a dazzling, continuous display.

"Ding! Clang! Clang—"

The crisp sound of striking reached everyone's ears. The light of the weapons wielded by the two had already merged into one. After releasing their power, Ping Jiangmen and Dou Tang fought back and forth. The two moved around on the bridge, and even one of them stood on the ground while the other was in the air fighting. It looked exciting and fast, but only the two of them knew that just a few minutes of fighting had already made the battle extremely dangerous.

The more they interact, the more they understand each other's sword techniques. Neither of them is a fool; the deeper their understanding of their enemy, the more likely they are to find flaws and obscure points in each other's sword techniques. That is where the outcome of their battles will be decided.

"Mr. Ren, what a pleasant surprise... such a pleasant surprise!" Ping Jiangmen became more and more courageous in the battle, and his praise for Dou Tang was endless, as if he was very excited about it.

"With swordsmanship as strong as yours, why did you always remain anonymous? Is there really someone in this world who doesn't want to be famous throughout the world?"

Dou Tang swung his sword at Ping Jiangmen's vital point, forcing him to raise his hand to retract it. Dou Tang silently memorized the way he retracted it and said coldly, "I don't want to."

"But once today is over, you won't be able to stop thinking about it!"

Taira no Masakado seemed to enjoy laughing, and he was still laughing heartily at this moment, his sword flashing continuously, forming a lotus flower-like pattern as it attacked from various tricky angles.

Dou Tang faced the challenge head-on, using the tip of his sword to deflect the sharp points of the blades, neutralizing each deadly attack.

Chapter 104 Why did you run away?

Taira no Masakado's swordsmanship was a battlefield art.

Battlefield swordsmanship is characterized by its sweeping, powerful strokes. It's all about strength and courage. As long as you project a strong enough aura of pressure and remain calm under pressure in large-scale battles, you've essentially mastered the core of battlefield swordsmanship.

Of course, battlefield swordsmanship is not without its techniques, but it is somewhat rough compared to the skills honed in one-on-one combat.

It was precisely because of this roughness that, even with the added burden of resentment, it still brought a lot of trouble to Taira no Masakado.

Taira no Masakado had never seen such a flexible arm, nor had he ever seen anyone who could exert force from so many angles. When Dou Tang drew his sword quickly, it was as fast as lightning, swinging naturally, and he could always strike from all sorts of tricky angles, with great power.

The black mist enveloped Dou Tang, making Ping Jiangmen feel as if he was not fighting a living person, but a lifeless hurricane, with sharp objects from who-knows-where scraping against his body.

Tricky, tricky!

Faced with the dark whirlwind, Taira no Masakado could not mount any effective resistance and could only hold his long sword and struggle to hold on. This almost humiliating situation made him completely give up the idea of ​​fighting with his sword.

His eyes widened in fury, and he let out a piercing roar. Red resentment hissed and climbed into his body, making his already exceptionally strong physique even more ferocious, and the long sword in his hand was also covered with a layer of blood.

Taira no Masakado's speed suddenly increased, his long sword carrying a foul stench, leaving trails of flowing clouds in the air as he swung it, striking towards Dou Tang.

Several sword lights merged into one, as if many swords had appeared instantly.

The swords slashed at Dou Tang, but Dou Tang remained calm and met the attack head-on.

"Clang clang clang—"

The frantic and intense pounding sound was like the most impatient rock music in the world, and countless sparks bloomed in front of Dou Tang, illuminating his resolute face.

Dou Tang exclaimed, "Excellent! This speed is truly exhilarating!"

Ping Jiangmen gritted his teeth. If his hatred for Dou Tang could materialize at this moment, it would surely burst forth from his crimson eyes and transform into countless long swords piercing through Dou Tang's body.

The two continued to fight, seemingly evenly matched.

However, some sharp-eyed observers had already noticed that Taira no Masakado's sword strike was gradually weakening. Even though he seemed invincible at the moment, he was still being overwhelmed by Toudou.

Although Dou Tang's lean body might have less fat, his power is still unreasonable. This indicates that Dou Tang possesses a strange power beyond physiological limitations, unlike Taira no Masakado who uses resentment to enhance his power and acts as a vessel for resentment.

Taira no Masakado was completely dumbfounded. At first, he thought that the crown of the Dota 2 would bring him super martial arts skills, after all, even someone like Mao Liang, who had been immersed in martial arts for many years, had been defeated.

When Dou Tang unleashed his resentment, he thought that the ability to directly generate such a vast amount of resentment as a human was a power brought by the crown. After all, as a human, one could at most use obsession to enhance oneself and exorcism tools. If an ordinary person had so much resentment, they would probably instantly perish and be annihilated into a new evil spirit.

How deep must a person's obsession be to harbor such a large amount of resentment?

How many years of arduous training and how many battles must one fight to the death to master such superb swordsmanship?