Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Yato stared intently at the blade, his dynamic vision pushed to its limit.

The brain automatically discards any unnecessary information.

Suddenly exert force with the right foot, which is the fulcrum!

Lean your upper body backward.

He was thrown backward like a spring, looking as if he had been hit by a car and thrown into the air.

It's not particularly elegant, and it's quite different from martial arts routines.

But the effect was very good.

You advance, I retreat; the distance is maintained perfectly.

Before his back hit the ground, Yato braced himself with his hands, exerted force in his waist, and his spine, like a dragon, released powerful kinetic energy as it trembled, all of which was injected into his right leg.

The toe of her foot left a sharp trail, like a blade bursting from the ground, forcing the girl to abruptly stop.

Yato, on the other hand, used the momentum to perform a backflip and landed steadily.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, locked in a tense standoff.

Their exchange seemed dazzling, but in reality, it only lasted a second or two.

First, the girl failed to fire her gun and was almost driven to the brink of defeat by Yato's Cutter combo, leaving her no room to fight back. She then had to activate [Liberation] to forcefully break free from the passive position and try to seize Yato's weakness to strike. However, Yato's response was also perfect, resulting in neither of them gaining any advantage in these two rounds, and the fight was almost a draw.

However, judging from the amount of energy consumed, Yato clearly had the upper hand.

Although moves like the Cutter are considered secret techniques, they are no different from ordinary moves to him. They consume little physical energy and are more about the burden that the Tempest Kick puts on his body.

According to his estimate, it should be possible to use it seven or eight times in a single battle.

Now let's look at our opponents.

"...Is this the 'liberation' of the Wu clan?"

Yato carefully observed his opponent before speaking slowly.

The thugs who had been eyeing the girl had already fled when the fight started. Now that there was no one around, there was no need to hold back some things.

"Judging from your expression, this must be our first meeting, right? But you don't seem very surprised. Did you see through my disguise so quickly?"

The girl calmed her breathing.

She has been freed from the "liberation" and the strange phenomena on her body are gradually disappearing.

Physical fitness is also declining.

Their combat effectiveness has decreased by more than a little bit.

But she had to do it, otherwise her body definitely wouldn't be able to take it.

This is the side effect of "liberation".

It puts too much strain on the body.

It is essential to seize the right opportunity to use it each time.

By turning it on when needed and turning it off immediately when not needed, like she does, she avoids being dragged down by her opponents.

(The website's book review reply mechanism is truly hopeless. I tried to reply but it told me I couldn't comment repeatedly. Why? I haven't commented at all yet, so why can't I repeat it...? I haven't figured out the reason yet, so brothers who have posted book reviews, please don't think the author is aloof and disdainful of communicating with readers. It's just that I'm mute. Also, I don't want to say anything unnecessary at the end of the chapters, as it affects the reading experience. I hope you understand! Note: Some people think it's a pity that the protagonist has to teach the Tempest Kick to someone else, but actually, this is a skill given by the system, which can only be learned through bloodline inheritance... Get it? (laughs))

Chapter 28

Faced with the girl's question, Yato took off his glasses and put them in his breast pocket. Without any pride or smugness, he said calmly, "You have neither murderous intent nor any sense of threat. You can say that your disguise is quite successful. But since you chose to use a gun, you shouldn't have gotten so close to me."

"Anything that enters my attack range will attract my attention until it leaves completely."

"I see... A fighter's instinctive reaction to attack range?" The girl understood. "In other words, as long as I step out of your attack range, I can succeed in shooting you."

"That's hard to say. After all, the smell of engine oil on you is too strong. Anyone with a sensitive nose would be more wary of you," Yato said, revealing the real reason.

No matter how fast his reaction was, it couldn't be faster than a bullet, let alone catch up with the speed at which the other person pulled the trigger. So the only explanation is that he reacted a step faster than the other person.

"...The smell of engine oil?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, somewhat disbelievingly raised her arm, and smelled it.

But I couldn't smell anything.

However, she didn't think the other party was talking nonsense.

I know very well what I do all day long.

It's normal for guns to pick up strange smells when you're idle and constantly maintaining them or carrying them around.

"It seems he's gotten too used to long-range sniping, to the point that he's forgotten all the basic common sense of an assassin. That's not good; he'll get a lecture from Brother Bianzao when he gets back."

The girl wore a troubled expression, clearly unable to shake off her worries.

Yato carefully examined the other person's appearance. She was quite young, with a beautiful face and a muscular body that was as toned as a female leopard, without an ounce of excess fat. Her cool attire accentuated her wild beauty.

His pupils are unusual; they are black with white pupils.

This is the symbol of the Wu Clan.

Just as Yato was about to continue probing, his ears twitched and his eyes swept coldly toward the unfinished building next door.

"If you don't want me to lecture you, you'd better correct these bad habits right away."

Accompanied by barely audible footsteps.

A man appeared in front of Yato.

Around twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, and an ordinary build, he looked no different from an ordinary person at first glance. But just because of his black eyes with white pupils, Yato didn't mind giving him some attention.

"Hey, Transformation Bro. What are you doing out here? Didn't we agree that I'd handle this mission?"

The girl complained angrily when she saw the man appear.

"You think you can solve it? If I don't come out soon, you'll be the one who gets solved."

Wu Bianzao was so frustrated he wanted to scratch his head.

My cousin is such a worry!

No, if it's just an assassination mission involving shooting, then it's perfectly acceptable to entrust it with such an important task.

But this time is different.

It seems simple on the surface, but the results are not so optimistic.

Wu Fengshui glanced at the blood on his body and had nothing to say.

That was indeed extremely dangerous.

This was a rare occurrence in her assassination career.

"This man's true strength is far greater than the information on paper; those underground fighting match videos are no longer reliable."

Wu Bianzao looked at Yedou, his expression becoming serious and composed.

He was an observer from the very beginning.

Of course, it's not just about watching the show.

Instead, it was to provide support and reassurance for Wu Fengshui.

However, Wu Bianzao hadn't expected Ye Dou's killing intent and strength to be so astonishing. If Feng Shui hadn't resolutely used [Liberation], he probably would have been killed in a single round.

But he had no time to do anything.

He could only come out to collect the bodies of his clansmen.

One can imagine how fortunate and fearful Wu Bianzao must have felt at that moment.

They had no time to teach Wu Fengshui a lesson.

Strictly speaking, this was a decision-making error on his part.

At this moment, Wu Fengshui spoke up: "What should we do? Brother Bianzao, even with you, it seems like we'll have a hard time dealing with this guy."

She slightly adjusted her posture, lowered her center of gravity, and gripped the dagger tightly, assuming a defensive stance.

"Yeah, this guy really wants to kill us."

Wu Bianzao slowly tensed up his body.

The killing intent emanating from the other party was enough to freeze a person to death.

There was little murderous intent, probably because the number of people killed was negligible.

But killing intent is a different story.

That represents awareness and belief.

This emotion can have unexpected effects in battle.

The danger level is several levels higher than usual!

As evidence...

"I don't care if you all come at me at once, but I'm not naive enough to ask someone who wants to assassinate me to fight me one-on-one."

Yato grinned, and his eyes, peering through his bangs, gleamed with a faint, sadistic crimson light that sent chills down the spines of anyone who saw it.

His body assumed a fighting stance.

His stance was so solid that Wu Bianzao and Wu Fengshui felt as if he had become an indestructible stone pillar. If they attacked rashly, they would not only fail to shake him, but would also suffer unimaginable damage.

Because the stone pillar being swung is also a stone pillar.

“It’s not that it seems like we can’t handle it,” Wu Bianzao shook his head in response to his cousin, but then added, “However, if we can’t, there are others who can.”

"Ok?"

Yato suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge object, for reasons unknown, fly out from the second floor of the abandoned building.

It crashed right down in our direction.

He quickly dodged to the side.

boom!

After it landed, it didn't break or bounce back or undergo any other changes.

However, the ground could not withstand such an impact, and dense cracks appeared.

The scope is surprisingly small.

Yato's pupils contracted upon seeing this.

With his keen eye, he could naturally understand the reasons behind it.

But it is precisely because of this understanding that we are moved.

"They managed to control the downward force so well, concentrating the power entirely in their feet with absolutely no tendency to dissipate..."

That's right, this suddenly appearing 'giant' is a living human being.

He was slightly taller than Yato.

Male, buzz cut, over forty years old.

She has an average appearance and is a bit overweight.

People would believe he weighs 200 pounds.

However, judging from Yato's appearance, it's more than 200 jin; 300 jin is not impossible.

The seemingly large belly is just a cover; underneath lies thick, armor-like muscles, and the arms and legs are as thick as logs.

Upon first seeing him, Yato even thought of a large brown bear.

The middle-aged man had barely landed when he slipped and, as if skating, swiftly approached Yato, punching him in the face.

Despite the haste, Yato still managed to execute a brilliant response.