Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Although the half-demons were wary of them, in their plan, they would at least deal with these two half-demons together before going to fight to the death. By then, these guys would be at their mercy.

And now, these half-demon from Mengnan Village have actually made a move?!

The bird-like half-demon's eyes were filled with disbelief and rage. A slit throat could not cause him fatal damage. The same was true for the scaled half-demon next to him whose chest had been pierced. As long as they could obtain blood or resentment to replenish themselves in the short term, they could still survive.

But Kenny understood this perfectly. He reached out with his other hand, which had been hidden behind his back, and precisely pinched the bird-like demon's elbow joint. He twisted the demon's entire arm backward at a 90-degree angle, making a sickening cracking sound.

Qiu Jin, who was standing nearby, understood this as well. He pulled his hand out from the back of the scaled half-demon's chest, and then swung it again, severing both of the scaled half-demon's hands.

The monsters of Mengnan Village were doing the same thing, and the scene was filled with a series of cracking sounds.

The sound of bones breaking.

However, an unexpected incident occurred. Despite being caught off guard and attacked, the half-demons quickly recovered, and several of them launched another attack on Xiao Qin and the others.

From afar, Mikazuki shouted, "We can't let them kill these guys! Kaine! You guys reap the rewards!"

Huaiyin nodded, brandished his long sword, exhaled, and transformed into an illusion trailing a sharp blade. Like a ghost, he circled around to the side of the scaled half-demon, swung his arm forcefully, and slashed down with his sword.

The blade slashed into the back of the scaled half-demon's neck. The thick scales only blocked the blade for a moment before being mercilessly sliced ​​through, along with the flesh and bones.

An ugly head covered in dark green scales shot into the sky, spinning in mid-air, raining down filthy blood.

Huaiyin stared wide-eyed, not pausing for a moment, nor showing any emotion at the scene of beheading before her. She was no longer an ordinary girl who would be frightened by blood.

She fixed her gaze on the bird-like half-demon, took a step forward, and rushed in front of it, a cold smile on her lips, before swinging her knife once more.

A reverse kasaya slash rose from below, cleaving the body of the bird-like half-demon in two. This treasured sword seemed to display a sharpness beyond its own when dealing with evil spirits, and upon closer inspection, a clear, faint mist could be seen flashing by.

After she revealed her fangs, she was far more terrifying and powerful than anyone imagined.

Sharp blades darted among the half-demons, reaping lives; the wielding longswords and whips resembled visible whirlwinds.

This scene left Mikazuki, who was watching from the side, utterly shocked.

The person who is currently wreaking havoc is actually Huaiyin?

Although Mikazuki knew that Huaiyin was no longer ordinary, he had never seen such a bizarre fighting style. She moved nimbly among everyone, like an elusive spirit without a physical form. Her single ponytail seemed to become her tail, while her whip and sword transformed into sharp teeth, tearing at the flesh and blood of the monsters.

Mikazuki knew that Tou-Tang had never taught her how to fight, but at this moment, her fighting style seemed to be very much in Tou-Tang's style. Her movements were as swift as the wind, mixed with unpredictable attacks. If we don't mention Tou-Tang's unparalleled strength, the two of them fought almost identically.

It's like... a perfect combination of the fighting style of wild beasts and the human ability to utilize the advantages of the brain.

Whether it's the moves that utilize joint twisting to create a different way of exerting force than subconsciously, or the natural way that seems to integrate the weapon with the body, it's all... pleasing to the eye.

Yes, whether viewed from the perspective of a monster or a human, the battle before us can be described as a feast for the eyes.

Huaiyin weaved among the half-demons, as if dancing in this open space.

Compared to her, the half-demons became mere supporting characters, and even more so, the stage itself. The half-demons in the bustling city center became clumsy clowns trying to keep up with her dance moves, while the half-demons in the Mighty Man Village became the scenery within the scene.

Even the experienced Ringo Shinzen could only admit defeat, becoming a slightly eye-catching but uncompetitive supporting character.

Watching Huaiyin weave through the half-demon world, each sword strike seemingly moving against the wind, Mikazuki suddenly fell into an abnormal fantasy.

She couldn't help but think, if Huaiyin also possessed such power, how pleasing the sight would be when she fought alongside Doutang...?

What dazzling sparks can fly between the majestic Doutang, which carries the imposing momentum of a towering mountain, and the locust tree, which transforms into a long, leisurely breeze?

Huaiyin tapped her toes on the ground, her mind filled with the footwork taught by Grandpa Ren that had appeared in both her dreams and reality. As she delved deeper into the martial arts belonging to "Mr. Ren," she gradually understood what the name "Mr. Ren" truly meant.

"Sir" is a term used in ancient China to address elders or highly learned scholars.

The surname Ren refers to responsibility.

"Hush-huh-"

Huaiyin's breathing was long and steady, her eyes were bright, and she swung her long sword again and again, while occasionally wielding her long whip to lash out at the half-demons who dared to resist.

Responsibility... No wonder he did that kind of thing in his brother's dream back then.

No wonder he cares so much about evil spirits.

That was a responsibility etched deep in his soul, a responsibility that carried the burden of all the dead and those who spread chaos, to deliver vengeful spirits and evil souls, and to punish wicked villains. This was the meaning of Haoli's journey on earth.

In the midst of the battle, Huaiyin seemed to sense that she had grasped a clue to the truth behind all of this.

Her swordsmanship became even more ruthless. Those ferocious, screaming half-demons had no chance to fight back. Often, they would only feel a gust of wind pass by before their bodies were covered in cuts.

Finally, they began to fall one by one. In their dying moments, all they could see in their eyes was the gleaming light of the blade.

As for Huaiyin, she also felt as if she had entered some kind of mysterious state. Although she was moving around among the monsters at a very fast speed, she felt her body slow down.

In her mind, Grandpa Ren's gentle voice echoed: "Girl, you did very well. I have indeed received the demonic energy of these half-demons."

"Although the amount is small, it may be enough for me to unleash some of my power, but... not now."

"Girl, you are very talented, really, extremely talented."

"You will definitely be Dou Tang's best help..."

Hearing this, Huaiyin felt a surge of emotion, a feeling that... the culmination of long-term efforts.

Feelings about flowering and fruiting.

But a question immediately popped into her mind: "Grandpa... Haoli, is he... created to kill those evil spirits that the world cannot tolerate?"

"...Haoli is no longer a normal underworld, so it has become a place specifically for harboring evil spirits?"

She swung her blade, sliding along the ground to decapitate the last half-demon. She then slid a few meters through the pool of blood, crouched down, turned her back to everyone, and slowly sheathed her sword.

She was waiting for the answer in her mind.

She had finally waited for it, as if a thin veil had been lifted from her eyes that had been covering her for so long.

"Yes."

"Haoli is a cage that removes evil forces that do not belong to the mortal world and then puts them into the cycle of reincarnation."

Chapter 58 He had lost it, and therefore he was in despair.

Huaiyin let out a long breath, then felt a throbbing pain in her temples, and a warm sensation in her nasal cavity. Two streams of heat flowed from her nostrils and dripped to the ground.

"cough!"

She suddenly coughed, her body lurched forward, and her consciousness sank into an indescribable abyss.

Before she lost consciousness, she could vaguely hear Mikazuki and Ringo Shinzen calling out anxiously.

………………

Dreamland.

Huaiyin hasn't entered anyone else's dream for a long time. Her ability to enter dreams seems to come and go, but it appears most often when she's close to Doutang.

Before us lies another dream belonging to Dou Tang.

Because she saw Dou Tang's clear eyes.

Those eyes no longer emitted a blue light; they simply stared blankly in the darkness.

A cold rain was falling from the sky.

Huaiyin looked around but found that he could not see anything, only hear a cacophony of voices, some mocking, some sarcastic, mixed with excited screams and arrogant roars.

It felt like... the malice of the entire world was crashing down on this empty space, making it hard to breathe.

Huaiyin's breathing quickened involuntarily. She took a few steps toward Doutang and finally saw him clearly in the darkness.

He knelt on the ground, the ancestral sword embedded in the ground beside him, and a broken long whip lay scattered to the side.

He was holding a blurry human figure in his arms.

Huaiyin couldn't help but hold her breath; a chilling coldness ran through her body, making her scalp tingle.

The blurry humanoid figure... still retained the recognizable shape of a young girl, but the other details of the body had transformed into a dreamlike seven-colored radiance, which was occasionally overshadowed by a layer of dim darkness. The light and color constantly flowed across the humanoid figure.

What does it mean?

The fleeting glimpses of light pieced together the details of the clothes. Huaiyin strained to discern them and discovered that the clothes flashing across the body were not limited to just one garment, but rather many clothes were flashing, just as the memories belonging to this place in Doutang's mind were constantly churning, transforming into incomprehensible products of consciousness.

From children's clothes to simple long dresses, and then to many fashionable outfits, it's like...

This memory encapsulates all the aspects of a person that were ever shown to him.

Suddenly, a tear fell and landed on the colorful humanoid figure, causing it to tremble.

Huaiyin looked up and saw that Doutang's originally lifeless eyes had regained their senses, filled with sadness and despair, and large tears slid down his face, dripping onto the colorful humanoid figure.

It was as if he was using all his emotions, condensing the deepest reluctance, to try and get that person back.

Huaiyin stared blankly at all of this until she noticed that her own clothes and her own figure began to appear on the colorful humanoid figure.

The overwhelming sorrow welling up from the bottom of her heart completely overwhelmed Huaiyin at this moment. She suddenly felt her legs go weak and she sat down on the ground with a thud, staring blankly at Dou Tang in front of her.

That kind of... hopeless look, like a young animal trapped in a desperate situation, with fierce and murderous intent in its eyes, yet also shrouded in deep sorrow, shocked Huaiyin so much that she could hardly utter any words of comfort.

The colorful humanoid figure continued to flicker with shadowy figures, and smiling faces began to appear on its face. At first, those smiling faces belonged to a girl named "Xiao Yin," but later, Huai Yin's face suddenly appeared.

The first thing that flashed into my mind was the night Huaiyin and he first met.

That night, pink light enveloped Kiryu Toudou's corpse, transforming it into a pink jelly bean that appeared in reality, like a distorted child's dream coming true.

Fall Guy reached out and pinned the evil spirit to the ground, killing it cruelly and mercilessly. Then he turned his gaze to Huaiyin, who was staring blankly at him.

Did I look so desperate back then?

Looking at that face, Huaiyin felt a pang of emotion.

The surrounding noise continued, gradually making her more irritable.

But she ignored him, and simply reached out and touched Dou Tang's cheek, gently kneading the big boy's face to wipe away his tears.

The humanoid body seemed to transform into a three-dimensional screen, continuously flashing images of Huaiyin and Xiaoyin's daily lives. Huaiyin understood that Doutang was... recalling his most painful memories.

But... if I'm now in his dream, does that mean he's right beside me?

Then he should get out of here quickly; he's currently trapped in a nightmare.

What? Perhaps he will forget the dream after he wakes up, or even forget the memory, but that's okay.

Now, he has me.

Then there's no need to recall those things.

Huaiyin slowly approached Doutang, lying down on the ground like a kitten, staring at Doutang's face, which was only inches away from her. At this distance, Huaiyin could even see the strange sight of the eyelashes on the lower eyelids of Doutang's clear eyes being wet with tears and clumped together.

His sensitivity exuded a quality that Huaiyin had never seen before.

Huaiyin's eyes gradually narrowed, or rather, became somewhat hazy. She moved closer and finally couldn't restrain herself. She gently kissed Doutang's cheek and wept silently with him.

Then, her lips slid across Dou Tang's face, her full, lovely lips brushing against his cheeks, making soft, popping sounds, brushing against his temples, and leaving a long trail of Dou Tang's own tears on his face.

She moved closer, whispered in Dou Tang's ear, and gently bit the outer part of his earlobe.

The overwhelming malice surrounding them was drowned out by her whisper in his ear.

"Wake up."

"Wake up, Dou Tang."

The boy in her arms trembled, and then Huaiyin suddenly felt the body in her arms stiffen and become burning hot, like a scorching hot boulder.

Dou Tang placed his hand on the sword embedded in the ground beside him, gripping the hilt firmly.

Then, his roar, accompanied by a powerful gale, swept outwards.

"I want—you! to die!!!"

A cold wind howled, and in an instant, Huaiyin was blown away.

After rolling around on the ground several times, Huaiyin finally steadied herself, reached out to block the raging wind in front of her, and struggled to look ahead.

An endless gust of cold wind blew from Dou Tang, dispelling the darkness in the entire dream. The sky seemed to be suddenly pierced by something, revealing winding cloud-shaped shadows.

In the center of the endless raging wind, Dou Tang stood on the ground, holding a long sword in his hand, his mouth wide open, silently shrieking, and all the noise and commotion around him fell silent.

All his grief and despair melted into a torrent of anger at that moment, transforming into a cold indifference that no longer cared about anything. In the end, he shut his mouth, his eyes blank.

Ultimately, all emotions were forged into a silent rage.

Chapter 59 Fears of Losing Control (Sugar)

Under that gaze that tore through the dream, Huaiyin suddenly awoke.

Back in reality, she found herself drenched in a cold sweat, and the pillow under her head was completely soaked.

She looked up at the ceiling and found it to be very low, basically just a simple iron plate with a light bulb running through it. The room had no windows, and noisy voices could be heard outside the door, with even an echo.