Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“What do you think, Nura old timer?”

Nura Rihan was both impressed and speechless.

Should he consider you impolite, or polite?

You used the honorific “you,” but still call me an old timer.

This kid is really something else.

… …

Meanwhile, Miko Yotsuya and Rio Futaba, along with Hachishaku, the golden goat-headed deity, and two fox-faced divine messengers, were fighting against hundreds of Nura Clan's yokai.

While it was said to be hundreds, in reality, the strongest fighter, Gyuuki, was not participating.

Having been gripped by the pale ghost hand for over twenty minutes, he now felt a strange chill within him, and his body was constantly trembling.

Gyuuki didn't understand what that thing was.

When he was grabbed, it didn't feel like a hand at all.

It was a very strange feeling.

It was as if…

…his soul was being unscrupulously窥视 by some unknown entity from a higher plane.

This was a more torturous experience than death.

“Hone-onna!”

Hearing Rio Futaba's call, Hone-onna, wearing a large kimono, immediately extended dozens of her stark white bones, forming a shield in front of Rio Futaba.

Kubinashi's rope dart flew back and forth, continuously knocking away the yokai trying to get close to the two girls.

“Rio.”

Miko Yotsuya simply called out her name, and Rio Futaba nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, I know.”

Immediately afterwards, a sharp bone spike, nearly two meters long, extended from within Hone-onna's kimono.

Rio Futaba pulled it out and handed it to Miko Yotsuya.

The latter took the bone spike and made a javelin-throwing motion, softly calling out.

“Come, Hyakume.”

The moment the words fell, an eye pattern appeared on Miko Yotsuya's fair right wrist.

And her golden pupils were mixed with a hint of scarlet, looking like golden gems permeated with blood, beauty and chilling danger intertwined.

“Go.”

Miko Yotsuya threw the bone spike in her hand, causing a sharp whistling sound.

“Careful!”

Seeing the white bone spike piercing through, Kubinashi's pupils shrank in shock, and without thinking, he immediately swung his rope dart to block it, barely deflecting the bone spike.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions of the two sides were reversed.

This was Rio Futaba and Miko Yotsuya's hot-blooded combination technique!

Of course, judging from the two girls' calm expressions, it wasn't that hot-blooded, after all, they had used it countless times.

Miko Yotsuya, who had stronger spiritual power and more exorcism experience, already possessed the ability to partially merge with her soul's true form, like Yozora.

Rio Futaba couldn't do this yet.

But she also had her own advantages.

That was that Hone-onna's combat power was stronger than Hyakume's, and the extended bone spikes could detach from her body and had a natural restraining effect on evil spirits.

After a little thought, Rio Futaba, the chief strategist of the Overload Society, came up with this tactic.

It could both prevent Hone-onna from leaving her side, thereby protecting her fragile body, and also exert Hone-onna's value, providing Miko Yotsuya, a professional exorcist with stronger spiritual power and more proficient in combat, with medium- and long-range attack methods.

Plus, there was Hachishaku, a hardworking meat shield with the constitution of an evil spirit who could always stand in front.

It was simply the perfect combination.

Compared to Yozora, who often acted alone, these two girls and one spirit were the real Overload Society team.

The bone spike collided with Kubinashi's rope dart, making a dull sound, and the hundreds of yokai present took several steps back.

“Roar! ! !”

The tall figure of the golden goat-headed deity stood in front of the yokai, roaring with pleasure.

But before its roar could fade away, it heard a nonchalant voice.

“Stop pretending, just do your job.”

Hearing Yozora's voice, the golden goat-headed deity lowered its body, looking completely obedient.

It belonged to the wild turned domesticated.

… …

After confirming that Miko Yotsuya's side had no problems, Yozora turned his gaze back to Nura Rihan, who was standing not far in front of him.

“How is it? Do you still have the strength to continue?”

“Hmph.”

Nura Rihan snorted coldly, then his body suddenly shrank, turning back into the old man he had been, and turned to flee into the distance.

Looking at his back as if he were fleeing in panic, Yozora shook his head and chuckled.

“Still putting on an act for me, as expected of the Lord of Pandemonium.”

Since the other party was giving such a dedicated performance, Yozora was willing to cooperate a little.

The two chased each other, running about three hundred meters, to a wasteland behind the shrine.

“We should be about there, right?”

Hearing Yozora's calm tone without the slightest surprise, Nura Rihan slowly turned around, transforming back into his younger self, and said in a deep voice.

“It seems that you and I are thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah.”

Yozora smiled casually, tightening his grip on Onimaru Kunitsuna.

“The aftermath of the battle between you and me alone is something that the ordinary yokai of your Nura Clan simply cannot withstand. Of course, my people will also be at risk of injury.”

“Which means…”

Yozora stared into Nura Rihan's eyes, saying each word carefully.

“Starting now, you're going to start getting serious, right?”

“Just as you think.”

Nura Rihan took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the golden-brown pupils in his eyes showed the exact same sharpness as the young self who had killed the great yokai Hagoromo Gitsune hundreds of years ago.

“This is the Nura Rihan I want to see.”

A look of heartfelt excitement also appeared in Yozora's eyes.

“Huff…”

After a slight gust of wind, Nura Rihan, whose clothes were still fluttering, had already approached Yozora.

“Fear.”

Accompanying the word softly uttered by Nura Rihan, a momentum that was extremely oppressive and difficult to look at erupted from his body.

The surrounding airflow changed direction in an instant.

The air between heaven and earth seemed to become his possession.

The blowing of the wind followed the direction of Nura Rihan's sword.

The atmosphere and the long sword fell together.

“Interesting.”

Yozora simply replied with two short words, then raised Onimaru Kunitsuna in his right hand to meet the attack.

“Boom! ! !”

This time, it was no longer the crisp sound of metal clashing.

But a loud noise like two trains colliding.

Nenekirimaru and Onimaru Kunitsuna collided.

The ground beneath the feet of Nura Rihan and Yozora also burst out with cracks.

Just the simple collision of two knives stirred up a cloud of smoke and gravel.

Nura Rihan's attack did not stop there.

Compared to Yozora, who was old and could only be temporarily youthful, he obviously needed to fight quickly.

“Mirror Flower, Water Moon…”

Nura Rihan flashed to the left side of Yozora, who was not holding a knife, with a nimble slip step.

A bright flame bloomed on the blade of Nenekirimaru.

“Slash.”

Facing Nenekirimaru wrapped in flames, the smile on Yozora's face disappeared instantly, he raised his left arm and said softly.

“Shield.”

Thick black mist condensed together, instantly turning into a wide and heavy black shield.

Nenekirimaru, shining with fire, slashed on the shield.

Silence fell in the air.

Only the crackling of the burning flames rang out from time to time.

Less than two seconds later.

The fire on Nenekirimaru's blade suddenly became much brighter.

Along with the brightening, there were also Nura Rihan's golden-brown pupils.

“Slash!”

After a low roar, the heavy black shield condensed from evil spirit power was actually torn open with a gap.

Nenekirimaru, carrying flames, slashed straight at Yozora's neck.

Nura Rihan's first reaction was.

He won.

But then, Yozora did something that surprised him.

He saw the other party raise his left arm, blocking it horizontally in front of the extremely sharp Nenekirimaru, wrapped in flames.

Even the heavy black shield could not stop Nura Rihan's Mirror Flower, Water Moon · Slash.

Not to mention this set of "Mask" black clothing.

The sharp Nenekirimaru cut open Yozora's left arm, until the entire blade was completely submerged, before being blocked by the hard bones inside.

“Oh, that hurts.”

If it were a normal person, at this time, not to mention rolling on the ground in pain, at least they would be covered in sweat and their faces would be distorted.

But Nura Rihan looked at Yozora's extremely calm expression, even with a smile, and the other party's very calm tone, and couldn't help but frown.

Is this guy a monster?

A mere human, suffering such a serious injury, didn't even utter a groan?