Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Chinatsu Kume went up again and threw a punch, the heavy blow landing directly on the photographer's cheek. As the talisman fluttered and danced, the photographer's jaw was shattered by the punch, his mouth gaped open, his hands flailing wildly, before he fell to the ground again.

"Ow!!"

The photographer roared, drooling from his shattered jaw, and stammered, "You...you...you..."

Chinatsu Kume was taken aback: "Mr. Photographer, you can talk?!"

The photographer's eyes flashed with anger as he said, "No! I'm a blank sheet of paper..."

A blank sheet of paper? A hundred wisdoms!

That's it!

Kume Chinatsu's eyes gleamed: "So you really aren't a good person, monk! Have you possessed the photographer?! You're going to die!"

The photographer raised his hand to try to stop it, but his hand was bounced back with a snap when it touched the talisman.

The clone I just created... Damn it!

The photographer had just had this thought in his mind, wanting to warn the main body, when he saw Kume Chinatsu's fist slam down!

"Oh hoo!"

The photographer, who was already half-lying down, was punched so hard that he saw stars. Even though he waved his hands, he couldn't stop the fist, which was blessed by the talisman.

Kume Chinatsu swung her fists, and although it was a pair of wild, unorthodox punches, she had the advantage of being restrained by the talisman. In addition, the mindless monk's clone had no power, so she managed to beat him until he was completely disoriented.

"Damn it!" Kume Chinatsu's eyes were filled with tears, as if she were the one who had been bullied. "The photographer was such a good person!"

"Oh!"

"She clearly cares about me a lot! She often buys me water after filming!"

"Oh!"

"He has always been a very conscientious worker!"

"Oh!"

"You, you wait, ugh, you stinking woman..."

"Oh!"

"You dare to insult me! Die, you evil spirit!"

Kume Chinatsu pouted pitifully and punched the mindless monk's clone again and again, causing it to bleed profusely. Bloodstains splattered on the walls, making the room look like a murder scene.

"Chika!? What are you doing?!"

At that moment, a scream came from behind Chinatsu Kume.

She instinctively turned her head away.

Tsukishima appeared at the doorway, his face filled with terror as he watched everything unfold.

The idol she treated like a younger sister was now beating her colleague mercilessly with her bare fists, acting like a cold-blooded, ruthless psychopath.

That colleague had a piece of his head missing, blood and brain matter were scattered on the ground, his jaw was shattered, and blood was spurting from all seven orifices. Blood splattered all over the walls.

The signed idol, whom he usually cherished and valued the most, was covered in blood; his hands, which usually held the microphone, were now stained with blood.

She was actually punching someone, and she was a brainless person at that?!

That brainless person is still moving?!

"belch--!"

Tsukishima suddenly gasped, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing this, Chinatsu Kume pouted, turned her head away, and shouted angrily, "It's all your fault! You evil spirit! You scared my Tsukishima-neechan to death!"

The mindless monk's clone looked at Kume Chinatsu in front of him, feeling utterly miserable.

Who scared you the most?! You, with your face covered in blood, crying and laughing at the same time, are the scariest one!

By the way, why are you laughing?

Ah! What's with that carefree laughter? Are idols these days this scary? Laughing while fighting evil spirits!

Chapter 151 You can't wear this light!

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing across the earth.

The wind picked up a piece of old newspaper from the ground, which rolled and danced in the wind, wandering along the street, eventually getting some liquid on it and sticking it firmly to the ground.

The newspaper was soaked with slime and filthy blood, turning it dirty. The faint sound of the newspaper rolling had disappeared, and the whole street was completely silent.

The surrounding buildings were silent. All the survivors, still immersed in the fear of their lives being drastically changed, stared wide-eyed at the scene before them.

"Crack."

A flash of light went off and then went out, somewhat disrupting the tranquility of the moment.

The scene captured on that phone was clearly a living hell.

Mucus, filthy blood, dismembered corpses, swollen flesh, and unreformed white bones—the once bustling streets have become a road to the underworld, thick pus flowing on the ground and a nauseating stench permeating the air.

In the middle of this scene of the underworld, there stands a person.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a black trench coat and a black motorcycle helmet that obscured his face. The helmet was decorated with cyberpunk-style LED strips, which were quite conspicuous in the dim light.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the slime on the sword dripped onto the ground.

The man looked around and seemed somewhat surprised as he saw the flashlights shining from the buildings on both sides.

Bathed in the light of a flashlight, he resembled a masked protagonist on a stage, the center of attention, yet no one knew who he truly was.

Dou Tang waved his hand and shook his sword, which emitted a soft hum, and all the slime was flung to the ground. Then he strode forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Even after all the corpses were killed, the lingering resentment barrier here still hasn't dissipated, which speaks volumes.

The true maintainer of this barrier is not dead.

I sensed a new resentment appearing not far ahead.

Whether it's a vengeful spirit or an evil spirit, if it deliberately wants to hide its form, it can suppress its resentment. However, unless it reaches the level of a great demon or a true evil spirit, its resentment will still leak out slightly.

Dou Tang would catch the slightest leak.

Dou Tang let out a soft breath and looked ahead.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The sounds of metal clashing and tin staffs striking the ground rang out, accompanied by strange chanting.

The language used in the chanting was not Japanese, but Hindi.

Coincidentally, Dou Tang had heard someone recite a similar sutra before.

"Seeking the wondrous moon, it illuminates the world with light."

The sound of the staff grew closer, and a dignified-looking monk wearing a hat appeared at the crossroads ahead.

“The practices of the Bodhisattvas gradually lead to their accomplishment.”

Dou Tang sneered and said, "The Bhadrakalpa Sutra? The Bodhisattva King of Joy used this to consult the Buddha. Now that you're reciting this, who are you trying to consult?"

The brainless monk seemed quite pleased that someone had overheard him reciting the scriptures. After stopping his chanting, he said loudly, "You were able to kill some of my earliest corrupted corpses, and you are so knowledgeable that you even know the Hindi version of the Bhadrakalpa Sutra. You must be one of the most outstanding exorcists in Tokyo."

Because the brainless monk had only seen Dou Tang in his Fall Guy form last time, he did not recognize the person in front of him.

Dou Tang found this a bit strange and pointed to himself, asking, "You don't know me?"

This seemed to be misinterpreted by the brainless monk as a provocation. He scoffed and retorted, "Do you have anything memorable about you? I don't see it."

Upon seeing this, Dou Tang hissed and shifted his stance, saying, "You really don't know who I am?"

The brainless monk continued to sneer: "You're so confident that you think everyone knows about you?"

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, not understanding what the two were babbling about.

Dou Tang seemed quite satisfied, nodded, and slightly raised his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The brainless monk then turned his gaze to the sword, and then couldn't look away, freezing in place.

Dou Tang thought he was going to challenge him, so he stood still and waited, unhurriedly.

At this moment, the seemingly mindless monk was actually experiencing a lightning-fast thought process.

That sword...is it Mr. Ren's?

Mr. Ren, who cuts down Taira no Masakado with his sword, single-handedly defeats three great demons, and even attacks ordinary people without hesitation, and even caused the Sumida Ward massacre.

Why is he here? This place is so far from Tokyo!

Damn it, damn it... what to do, what to do?

It's not that I can't beat Taira no Masakado, and I've heard about the strength of the Crown Game participants, but now it's Mr. Ren who has confiscated Taira no Masakado's crown. Can I really beat him?

Damn it... Escape? Where can I escape to now? I've already been forced into the deep mountains!

It's alright... Even if this body dies, there are other clones. Why not... why not go and test this guy's strength!

If one day I could possess such a powerful body...

Thinking of this, the mindless monk, who was convinced that he wouldn't die anyway, became wicked and grinned evilly.

"Hmph hmph hmph hehehehe..."

Looking at the eyes

Dou Tang was somewhat puzzled by the sudden, mindless laugh of the monk in front of him.

What's wrong with this person... no, this evil spirit?

Is there something wrong with his brain...? No, wait, this guy has no brain at all.

The thought that this person's brain had been stolen fueled Dou Tang's rage, and a surge of anger welled up within him.

The brainless monk flicked his staff and laughed, "Come on, let me see how much you're worth!"

Dou Tang was even angrier. This thing that ran away when it saw me last time dared to attack me now?!

Looks like I need to teach you a lesson so you won't know how many eyes Fall Guys have!

Dou Tang stopped speaking and simply strode forward, walking straight toward the brainless monk.

The mindless monk flicked his staff, causing the iron rings on it to collide and produce a noisy, chaotic sound. This sound could obscure the trajectory of the staff's swing and disrupt the opponent's judgment.

When he was five steps away from Dou Tang, the brainless monk swung his staff again, as if he were holding a heavy hammer, and smashed it towards Dou Tang.

Dou Tang dodged and drew his sword, the blade colliding with the tin staff, producing a piercing clang. Then the sound of the iron rings clashing together became even more chaotic and extremely noisy.

Dou Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, flipped his wrist and turned around, his whole body flashing several steps like a ghost. After straightening his wrist, he thrust his sword at the brainless monk.

The brainless monk used the hollowed-out end of his staff, which resembled a lotus flower, to catch the sword. As long as Dou Tang pierced the sword, he could forcefully twist the staff, and the hollowed-out end would lock Dou Tang's sword firmly in place.

But Dou Tang saw through this tactic, which wasn't even a clever trick. He sneered, swung his hand, and struck the side of the staff, scattering its attack. Then, he flicked his wrist and, using the force of the staff's rebound, thrust it at the brainless monk from a tricky side again.

The brainless monk snorted coldly.

A burst of green light suddenly erupted from the top of his head!

You can't wear that kind of light!

Chapter 152 It's common for human form to suffer setbacks.

The green light came too fast, and an invisible force surged out, knocking Dou Tang back.

At the same time, whispers filled with hatred and sorrow rushed into his heart, disturbing Dou Tang's mind and causing a ringing in his ears. He clicked his tongue and took a few steps back again.

Dou Tang is very spiritual. In other words, he can see through most naturally formed resentment barriers with just his eyes. He can also communicate directly with many resentful spirits whose origins are relatively pure. Whether they are souls who died unjustly or evil spirits with spirituality, Dou Tang can interact with them and understand each other's meaning even if they do not speak the same language.

But precisely because of this, he is most susceptible to spiritual influences.

This is his weakness, a weakness that could previously be overcome, but now he is clearly "incomplete".

A series of pitiful howls rushed into Dou Tang's mind, forcing him to retreat continuously until he had retreated more than five or six meters before slowly stopping.

Meanwhile, the brainless monk opposite him burst into laughter.

"That's it, that's it!"

The mindless monk struck with his staff. The green light from his emerald head shone brightly, casting a ghastly green hue across his face through his straw hat, making his arrogant smile even more hateful.

"Such a powerful Mr. Ren, whether fighting with others or competing in resentment, is always victorious. It turns out he has a spirit-absorbing constitution!"

He brandished his tin staff, seized the opportunity, and charged at Dou Tang once again.