Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Her hands dug into the concrete, and she crouched down like a fox, her long, fair thighs revealing clear and beautiful muscle lines as she tensed.

And beneath her fully clothed garment, nothing was revealed; instead, there was a...

A phantom fox tail slowly emerged.

Two illusory fox ears made of light also appeared on Tamamo-no-Mae's head. The ears stood up high, and the fine hairs on them were clearly visible.

That is not a physiological phenomenon, but an external manifestation produced by the operation of the crown. Tamamo's former fox spirit nature is slowly being revealed.

The effects of the Dakini Heavenly Dharma are causing everything to change.

The onlookers took a gentle sniff, as if they could smell the sweet fragrance of flowers in the air.

The air seemed to be tinged with a faint pink hue.

Tamamo-no-Mae's tail swayed slightly, and pink light scattered in the wind like pollen, drifting with the breeze. The light was not enough to trigger illusions, but was simply an outpouring of power.

The black mist flowing on the ground mingled with the faint pink in the air, and the restless black mist made a slight crackling sound, like a campfire burning in the dark night.

Although it was the dead of winter, the midday sun cast its rays, bathing the streets in the valley. The bright light dappled the air with tiny, sparkling points, as if something was shimmering in the sunlight.

The streets became somewhat dreamlike, and the oppressive feeling brought by the shadow warriors and the fighting spirit lessened a bit.

Dou Tang slowly raised his sword.

Then, the five shadow warriors raised their swords.

“Come on, Tamamo-no-Mae,” Tou Tang said softly.

Tamamo-no-Mae nodded slowly, as if she had truly decided to have a fair and square duel with Dou Tang.

Some of the onlookers began to shout and cheer. They chattered among themselves, and although no one dared to take a step forward, their curiosity prevented them from taking their eyes off the battle. They could only vent their overwhelming emotions by talking.

This is a true urban legend, a public performance that uses a life-or-death struggle to announce the existence of a mysterious world to the world.

"Hiss... Huff..." Tamamo-no-Mae took a deep breath, her illusory ears on her head swayed slightly, and her nine enormous tails behind her became even more conspicuous.

Aside from her human form, at this moment, in terms of both features and physique, she completely resembled a fox on the hunt.

Wildness lies hidden beneath the alluring crown, radiating a crimson-gold brilliance, deeply concealed in the eyes, creating those sharp, vertical pupils.

"Come on! Dou Tang!"

Tamamo-no-Mae exerted force with all four limbs, causing the ground to explode with a loud bang. With the immense force that even lifted the concrete road surface, Tamamo-no-Mae rushed out!

Her figure was like a ghost, dragging the afterimages left by the intricate patterns of her blouse, and countless pale pink glimmers.

The five shadow warriors moved simultaneously, their feet sinking into the black mist as if the mist were the waves beneath their feet, and they were surfboards, gliding across the ground and instantly blocking Tamamo-no-Mae's path.

Tamamo-no-Mae left a trail of afterimages behind her, waving her claws. Although she had completely transformed into a beast-like posture, she exuded the most primal beauty of biological movement.

Her blade clashed with the shadow warrior's. The shadow warrior was no match for Tamamo-no-Mae. The longsword, formed from black mist, was torn apart by the claws. After dispersing into black mist, it combined with the pink light, emitting a sizzling and boiling sound.

The shadow warriors were very vulnerable in front of Tamamo-no-Mae. The obsession attached to those claws was far beyond what the shadow warriors could resist. Even though they were born because of Dou Tang, they could not resist the fox demon who stood shoulder to shoulder with Dou Tang.

With claws as swift as lightning and a figure as unpredictable as a ghost, Tamamo-no-Mae moved among the shadow warriors, constantly fighting them and relying on her beastly fighting instincts to get closer and closer to Dou Tang.

"Ren Doutang! Hahahaha..." While fighting the shadow warrior, Tamamo-no-Mae let out a hearty laugh: "Although you are very persistent, it is a good thing to see you again!"

"You hate me, don't you? You wish you could kill me again, don't you? I know that's what you're thinking!" Tamamo-no-Mae's laughter grew even more rampant. She pinned a shadow warrior to the ground, plunged her claws into the shadow warrior's eyes, gouged out the two eyeballs, and then let them dissipate into black mist.

Throughout this process, she kept her eyes fixed on Dou Tang not far away, her eyes gleaming with pleasure and arrogance: "Even now, you still can't forget those people I killed, can you? Even if you've already prayed for their souls to be released from suffering, you still feel..."

She licked her lips: "Killing me so easily is a bit of a waste, isn't it?"

When this topic came up, Dou Tang, who had been standing quietly, finally reacted.

He let out a long sigh.

Then, with a slightly languid voice, he slowly said, "To be honest, no."

"I will have pity for the dead, but not for sinners."

"After I kill you, I'll have plenty of time to make your soul suffer and make you realize your mistakes." Dou Tang's fingers gently traced the sharp blade.

He finally lifted his foot and walked forward.

After Tamamo-no-Mae dodged the shadow warrior's slash and smashed his head into shattered mist, a long sword suddenly pierced through the illusory body formed by the black mist and thrust at Tamamo-no-Mae's heart at an unexpected angle.

Tamamo-no-Mae placed one hand on the blade and leaped backward, deflecting the sword's thrust. She narrowly escaped several steps to the side, avoiding Tou-Tang's subsequent horizontal slash.

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Tamamo-no-Mae killed two of the shadow warriors, and the remaining three shadow warriors stood with Dou Tang and charged towards Tamamo-no-Mae together.

Chapter 330 Opportunity

Surrounded by four people, Tamamo-no-Mae's agility was negated by the sheer number of opponents. She tried to dodge left and right but was repelled by the shadow warriors. However, she couldn't focus on killing any one of the shadow warriors at this moment, because that would give Dou Tang an opportunity to make a move.

The sharp sword lights crisscrossed, creating a cage on the street. The moment the blades rose from the ground, they stirred up wisps of black mist. The mist, exuding an ominous aura, gradually surged, like a restless ocean.

The shadow warrior's attacks continuously compressed the space around Tamamo-no-Mae, and whenever she tried to break through, Tou-Tang would appear like a ghost, using sword skills far more powerful than the shadow warrior's to force Tamamo-no-Mae back.

This is an ambush... a hunt.

A ruthless glint flashed in Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes. She knew that the only way now was to gamble her power with the Crown to bewitch Ren Doutang. There was no other way.

Surrounded and attacked like this, she had no way to escape.

………………

The swordsmith, Longship, watched the battle unfold before him silently, then looked around thoughtfully.

Despite the fact that the battle was so magical and so astonishing, all she saw in people's eyes was excitement and curiosity.

The initial fear and surprise are rapidly fading away over time.

The half-month-long preparations borne fruit in Nikko City, creating the bizarre spectacle of this battle.

Despite being a monster capable of taking lives with a mere gesture, it was watched by people with smiling eyes, and even with a hint of relief.

They were relieved to have witnessed this scene.

Rather than being haunted by evil spirits and living in fear of nightmares, people would much rather see a battle between monsters and humans, especially when the publicity over the past two weeks has given Dou Tang and Tamamo-no-Mae a story-like quality.

After half a month of publicity, Tamamo-no-Mae has changed in people's eyes. She is now seen as a lovelorn and madwoman in erotic novels, and also as a super villain in leaked videos who can demolish houses with a wave of her hand. In short, the terror surrounding her is decreasing, and people's awe of yokai has quietly disappeared.

The battle unfolding before our eyes is exactly as predicted in the videos online. Tamamo-no-Mae has met with her old enemy, and the conversations that occasionally occur between the two during their fight are evidence of this.

This kind of development, which immediately reveals a hidden story and even makes people automatically start to fantasize about the relationship between the two, is undoubtedly very popular with the public. After all, the desire for gossip lies dormant in everyone's heart.

What is their relationship? Why is Tamamo-no-Mae treating him so specially? Who exactly is that person wearing the red helmet?

The complex and confusing relationships, coupled with the highly impactful battles, made the onlookers feel as if they were watching a fantasy movie. They felt no fear whatsoever, only a growing curiosity that remained unanswered.

This is exactly the effect Lu Zizhen wanted.

The police cars were stuck in traffic far away, and even if the police got out of their vehicles and moved in this direction, they couldn't change the course of the battle.

The swordsmith, Nagafune, understood why Xiao Yin wanted to make a public appearance here. Nikko City was undoubtedly the focus of attention for all forces, and the struggle between Mr. Ren and Tamamo-no-Mae would become a landmark event of the new era, bringing everything in the mysterious world to the forefront.

It was as if a gambler who had been silent at the gambling table for a long time suddenly raised his head, took off his hat, revealed his true colors, and displayed his royal flush.

Compared to the world where evil spirits constantly invade ordinary people's lives, this approach can change the world's attitude towards evil spirits in the future.

From a time when everyone was superstitious and insecure, trembling under the influence of evil spirits.

It transforms into the worship of power, the recognition of exorcists, and an objective view of monsters.

The swordsmith, Longboat, looked at Lu Zizhen leaning against the black Chevrolet and asked softly, "Was this your idea?"

Just as he was watching Dou Tang "besiege" Tamamo-no-Mae by himself, Lu Zizhen heard the question, shook his head slightly, glanced at the swordsmith Nagafune, and gave a deep "hmm" and said, "So what if it is?"

“A very good idea.” The swordsmith Longship nodded, his smile somewhat unrestrained. “But is it really good for him to expose himself in public and even reveal his status as the Crown Holder?”

"To be frank, he doesn't seem like the type who likes to make a grand entrance."

Lu Zizhen leaned against the car, arms crossed. After hearing this, she turned her head slightly and looked directly at the swordsmith Nagafune. Her expression was somewhat indifferent, and she said with a cold smile, "I just believe him."

"If he doesn't like the plan, if he refuses, then I won't say anything more. The outcome is his own choice."

"As for your dazzling debut... does he need that?" Lu Zizhen's sneer turned into a sneer as he turned to look at Dou Tang. At this moment, Dou Tang was still gradually compressing Tamamo-no-Mae's space, and the crowd even began to gasp softly at his unexpected moves.

"He doesn't need to make a grand entrance; he is like a mountain, standing quietly, and no one can ignore him."

After a moment of silence, the swordsmith Longship said, "That's a very interesting point."

It seems she doesn't think so.

Lu Zizhen shrugged and continued, "I understand him."

The fewer people, the better.

The swordsmith Longship slightly raised his hand, and the man in the black trench coat beside him stepped forward.

"In that case, would you like me to lend you a hand?" The swordsmith, Changchuan, stared at the longsword in Dou Tang's hand, which was made by her, his eyes slightly narrowed, showing great interest in Dou Tang's swordsmanship.

Lu Zizhen's eyes suddenly sharpened as she stared intently at the swordsmith, Chang Chuan, the threat in her eyes unmistakable.

"Alright, alright, I won't interfere. Don't look at me so fiercely." The swordsmith, Longship, immediately raised his hand to indicate that he was joking and smiled helplessly.

The man in the black trench coat seemed somewhat disappointed. He lowered his head slightly and continued to stare intently at Dou Tang, completely absorbed in the sight.

Just then, shouts came from the south side of the road. Two uniformed police officers pushed through the crowd, yelling, "Get out of the way! Fighting is illegal, stop immediately..."

But when the two police officers saw what was happening in the middle of the street, their eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this...is this a movie shoot?" the police officer muttered to himself, frowning.

His hands were firmly on the holster at his waist, alert to everything around him, and he tentatively took a few steps forward.

The two police officers stepped into the area where the black mist flowed, and immediately came under Dou Tang's guard.

Dou Tang, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Tamamo-no-Mae, suddenly turned his head and looked at the police officer.

The oppressive aura emanating from the Green Demon was like a large net, instantly enveloping the two police officers, causing them to tremble and freeze in place.

Before those blue compound eyes, the police officer felt his heart pounding faster and faster, and fear and trepidation welled up inside him.

Dou Tang's sudden turn of his head made Tamamo-no-Mae realize that he actually still cared about ordinary people.

This was an opportunity, and she seized it.

Chapter 331 Dou Tang is bewitched!

"hiss……"

Tamamo-no-Mae took a long breath.

She ducked to dodge the shadow warrior's blade, the sharp longsword flashing past her head, lifting a few strands of shimmering crimson-gold hair, while she herself bent deeply and exhaled towards the ground.

She exhaled a pinkish stream of air, which collided with the black mist flowing close to the ground, creating a violent explosion that stirred up thick fog that obscured visibility.

The clash between the black and pink mists, two completely different forms of resentment, was like boiling steel being immersed in cold water. The resulting thick fog rose up, completely obscuring the figures of the Shadow Warrior and Dou Tang.

Dou Tang turned his head and opened his senses. This thick fog might be able to deceive ordinary people, but it was useless to him.

Those blue compound eyes were very conspicuous in the thick fog.

Amidst the howling fog, several pink lights appeared.

Those points of light flew rapidly, piercing through the shadow warrior's body in an instant and heading towards Dou Tang.

Dou Tang recognized those things; they were Tamamo-no-Mae's illusions. Unlike ordinary illusions that require a vessel to be cast, Tamamo-no-Mae's illusions could be cast with just a glance or a whisper in her ear. The more essential form of casting them was a pink mist carrying her body fragrance and a ball of light emitting a faint glow.

Such illusions were ineffective against him, but just in case, Dou Tang still restored his longsword, unleashing a burst of sword light. In an instant, the sword thrust out several times, precisely piercing and shattering all the orbs of light.

As the orbs of light exploded, they released a pleasant, youthful fragrance, as if a girl with budding romantic feelings had rushed towards Dou Tang and given him a big hug.

But Dou Tang dared not slacken his guard in the slightest. He darted back and retreated from the thick fog, raising his sword in vigilance.

Tamamo-no-Mae rose from the thick fog, her wide sleeves billowing in the wind as she unleashed a powerful blow, as heavy as iron, which struck a shadow warrior on the head with a crack, shattering the body to alleviate the pressure on herself.

Then, she waved her sleeves again, and more orbs of light, carrying fragrance, flew out from her sleeves and shot towards Dou Tang.

This time, Dou Tang decided to press forward. He stomped his left foot heavily on the ground, flicked his wrist, and with a swirling sword wind, he rushed into the mist, scattering the ball of light. At the same time, following his senses, he thrust his sword towards the location of Tamamo-no-Mae.

"Tear..." With the sound of sleeves being torn, Tamamo-no-Mae dodged to the side, and the sword missed its mark.

Just as Dou Tang was about to draw his sword and retreat, Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly thrust forward, her left hand circling the sword continuously, her large sleeves swelling up and wrapping around the blade, completely trapping it.

If it were Dou Tang's original longsword, this situation would never have occurred.

But what Dou Tang was holding at this moment was a product created by the swordsmith Chang Chuan, an ordinary weapon without any foundation or accumulation, with no special features other than being exceptionally sharp and hard.

Even with its formidable strength, the blade had already chipped and nicked in the hundreds of clashes with Tamamo-no-Mae. Now, those small chips and nicks became nails preventing Dou Tang from drawing his sword, deeply embedded in his sleeve and unable to move.

Dou Tang focused his gaze and looked at Yuzao, who was standing close at hand.