Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Glass shards, along with debris and sheet metal, flew through the air, and amidst this junk, two figures clashed and collided.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

Three knives, three swords, but at this moment, they seemed to converge and become one voice.

Three sparks bloomed in front of Dou Tang, the marks left by the clash of swords. In that instant, which was imperceptible to ordinary people, countless shards of glass reflected the fleeting afterimages of the two clashing.

Wearing a hood, Jing Qianfang laughed heartily. Although Dou Tang in front of him was wearing a helmet, he could sense that his enemy was also enjoying the collision at the same time.

After a brief exchange, Whale Frontier was thrown backward as the car beneath his feet was lifted up.

Dou Tang also began to fall, landing on the mangled sports car below.

But in the end, he kicked out, and Kujira-no-Mae, who had hastily sheathed his sword, could only raise his left hand to block. The kick slammed into the scabbard, and a crack instantly appeared on the black solid wood scabbard.

Dou Tang used the momentum to jump backward, avoiding the complexly shaped abandoned sports car, and landed lightly in the middle of the street.

The gasps and shouts of the crowd erupted in the street like background music, the sounds from all directions like the speechless madness of pilgrims witnessing a miracle.

At this point, the sports car had completely rammed under the other car, smashing its chassis beyond recognition, with gasoline leaking out from underneath and dripping.

Jing Qianfang stood atop the car that had been lifted up, looking down at Dou Tang below. The somewhat cold eyes that were originally hidden under the hood had disappeared, and in those deep pupils with drooping corners, there was only a burning fighting spirit.

He casually tossed aside the scabbard, held the sword in one hand, and, like a wild samurai, slightly raised his head to look at Dou Tang, saying, "Mr. Ren, I have wanted to fight you for a long time."

Dou Tang nodded slightly and replied, "Although you've wanted to fight me for a long time, I still don't know your name."

“Jingqianfang.” Jingqianfang raised his left hand and waved it around. No longer hunched over, he exuded a strong sense of confidence. Already tall, he looked even more imposing standing on the high ground.

"Just call me Jingqianfang... Mr. Ren, fighting in front of so many people shouldn't cause you any trouble, right?"

The surrounding area was already bustling with noise. People who had come to join in the fun gathered on the street, their eyes filled with curiosity, surprise, and almost overflowing excitement or fear.

Dou Tang glanced around, unconcerned, then turned back to look at Jingqianfang and said, "I don't care."

"That's good." Upon hearing this, Jing Qianfang slowly raised his right hand, held the long sword high above his head, pointed the tip of the sword downwards, and extended his free left hand slightly forward, spreading his five fingers.

This strange starting stance piqued Dou Tang's curiosity.

He wasn't a complete novice, so he asked, "Noh?"

The starting stance of Kujira-zenbo has no origin in real martial arts, but comes from the starting stance of actors playing martial arts in Noh, Japan's most famous theater.

With legs spread apart, one hand holding a long sword high, and the other hand outstretched with five fingers, the actor jumps and spins, using this technique in Noh to represent the unpredictable power of gods and ghosts, or the profound skills of a martial artist.

Noh theater, as it is known, is a traditional form of theater that uses Noh masks and Kyogen (a type of Japanese opera). This form of entertainment, intended to please the nobility, has evolved and refined over a long history.

The down-on-his-luck samurai, after dying, is awakened from his grave and, driven by his desire for life and battle, transforms into a spirit. He walks the world as a human, seeking a battle from which he can die without regret.

In Noh terms, the battle-hungry Kujira-bo is Heida, who "defeats the demons." Heida's Noh mask represents the bravery of a warrior and is said to be the mask that can "defeat the demons."

At this moment, Kujira-no-bo, like Heita in Noh, displayed his martial arts skills to deal with the enemy who had transformed into a demon god.

But... compared to Shura, the man in front of me is more like "immovable".

Like Acala, his wrath is hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, and his imposing presence can be felt even if his face is not seen.

Jingqianfang's hand, gripping the knife, trembled uncontrollably.

“That’s right, it is indeed Noh. Mr. Ren, you’ve never seen such martial arts before, have you?” Jingqianfang grinned, his face looking so strange that the stubble on his face seemed to have shifted position, extending from the corners of his mouth to both sides.

It's like a Noh mask... stuck to a person's face.

“Very interesting.” Dou Tang raised his left hand and beckoned: “Then, please attack, Whale Front Works!”

Jingqianfang, like the Great Tengu in Noh drama, spreads his legs apart like a horse stance, pushes off with his thighs, and falls from the sky!

His body spun in mid-air, and his long sword, like a whirlwind whipped up by a celestial dog, slashed sideways at Dou Tang!

Dou Tang was greatly excited by this martial art he had never seen before. He raised his sword and thrust it forward, striking like a dragon. With a tremor, the longsword grazed the side of the blade almost parallel to the ground.

With a clash of blades, Dou Tang once again used his signature technique to disrupt Jing Qianfang's blade tendons, causing the force of the attack to deviate from the direction of the blade, thus neutralizing the strike.

But just as he was about to pull his hand back, he saw Jing Qianfang in front of him suddenly turn into a phantom, spin around at an even faster speed than before, and once again slash at Dou Tang's neck with his long sword!

This strike took Dou Tang by surprise, but it also brought a pleasant surprise.

Dou Tang leaned back abruptly, raising his hand to block. This time, the longsword and the long saber truly collided, producing a clanging sound. The crisp sound of the two weapons vibrating was so pleasant that it carried far and wide.

Dou Tang used his legs to push himself backward, taking several steps before stopping.

Meanwhile, Jing Qianfang continued to strike a pose that seemed somewhat comical to modern eyes: legs wide open, thighs and calves bent at a right angle, one hand holding a knife overhead, the left hand extended forward as if to intimidate, and a pair of angry eyes fixed on Dou Tang in front of him.

The martial arts techniques that originated from Noh theater were indeed a field that Tou-Tang had never been exposed to before.

What was originally a performance that could only be realized in drama, under the blessing of evil power, became a practical fighting tactic. The moves that were derived from the performance were elusive and quite novel to Dou Tang.

Dou Tang flicked his wrist, causing his helmet to shine brightly. He leaned forward slightly, clearly preparing to get serious.

Chapter 356 Fierce Fight

The voices were noisy.

Kujira-no-bo, a down-on-his-luck samurai, has always felt this way.

People were noisy and laughing, because as they disappeared little by little, they exposed all their ugly side. They were not composed at all, and those outward emotions annoyed Jingqianfang when he was alive.

Once a samurai, he ended up making a living by performing Noh plays, wearing strange Noh masks, and making comical gestures to please his former classmates... Kujira-zenbo couldn't stand it.

From the start to the end of the performance, he never took off his Noh mask because he could not bear to expose his samurai face to his former comrades.

Sometimes, Kujira-no-Bo feels as if he were a god who had fallen from Takamagahara and transformed into an ugly and ridiculous monster.

And that seems to be the case.

They are not allowed to possess swords or enter the residences of samurai. Only with permission can they step onto the stage with their Noh masks and perform comical songs in front of the daimyo and samurai.

As a samurai, I cannot tolerate it.

As a soldier, it's hard to accept.

When he performed, the samurai's laughter sounded like mockery, and even their applause seemed like sarcastic provocation.

It's as if they're saying, "Look, a warrior is wielding a wooden sword, acting out a story about a samurai instead of his own legend. How ridiculous!"

One day, Kujira-no-bo walked into the daimyo's mansion carrying a sword.

As it turned out, Whale Frontier's martial arts skills were by no means inferior to any samurai. When people broke into the mansion, all they saw were corpses everywhere. Neither samurai nor servants could escape from his blade.

Ultimately, he was discovered on the stage of Noh performances.

Several sharp knives pierced the corpse of Kujira-no-Bo, turning him into a ferocious tengu with outstretched wings. His face was covered with a Noh mask called Heita, making him look like a demon.

Like a demon, Kujira-no-Mae used her long sword to slit her own throat.

If I am an Asura... then only I can play the role of "the victorious Asura".

Now, thanks to Kashima Yonzō's great power, Kujira-zenbō can finally unleash his martial arts skills as a warrior.

And the enemy they faced was none other than such a powerful and legendary figure.

The streets were bustling with noise as people gathered around, and flashlights emitted dazzling light, like gems shimmering in the darkness.

Behind these gems were faces filled with surprise and curiosity, their eyes brimming with complex emotions, but without a doubt... they all shared the same awe.

I revere power, I revere the extraordinary, I revere... myself at this moment!

An expression finally appeared on that face that was distorted like a Noh mask.

It was a hearty laugh, full of joy and satisfaction. For a martial artist, facing an extremely powerful opponent under the spotlight is the ultimate enjoyment... It is an affirmation of one's own existence.

"Mr. Ren—!!" Jing Qianfang shouted, his feet moving forward, his majestic posture like a warrior charging towards the Asura in the center of the stage, his long sword waving and slashing down from above.

Dou Tang took a step to the side, and at the same time swung his right arm. The long sword drew an S-shaped curve in the air and stabbed at Jing Qianfang's arm at an angle.

Jingqianfang flicked his wrist to meet the attack, the base of the longsword colliding with the tip of the longsword, sparks flying. At the same time, Jingqianfang lowered his body, pressing all his weight onto the longsword.

His face was split in two behind the long sword, and his eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit fueled by madness.

Upon seeing those eyes, Dou Tang understood what kind of person he was fighting against.

"Looks like you're really eager for a fight." Dou Tang pressed forward with one arm, using only the strength of one arm to send Jing Qianfang flying.

When the whale-like creature was thrown back and touched the ground, it displayed a very strange cooperative technique. The ground beneath its feet seemed to turn into a mirror covered in grease. It spread its legs and spun around a few times on the ground, and then smoothly returned to its original posture.

The movement of releasing the force is like a dance in Noh.

Before Dou Tang could even process what was happening, Jingqianfang...

With a second spin, he lowered his body and charged forward like a spinning top. His long coat fluttered as he spun, the blade hidden beneath it, making it impossible to see, just as a dancer in a kimono concealed the murderous intent of an assassin.

Just as he approached Dou Tang, a flash of silver light suddenly burst forth from the gap in the black robe, and a sharp sword slashed out.

Dou Tang snorted coldly, seeing through this little trick. He took half a step back, raised his hand and slashed horizontally. The sword and blade collided at their sharpest points, and a burst of iron tree silver flowers erupted in an instant, illuminating both of them at the same time.

After exchanging blows, Kujira-zenbo began its own Noh dance.

He treads with square and mysterious steps, leaping and bounding. With each leap, the long sword in his hand strikes out in unison, circling and attacking the opponent in front of him.

Whale Front Workshop's swordsmanship is expansive and bold, incorporating theatrical gestures. Every move exudes an indescribable energy, and their agile movements appear even more swift than Dou Tang's.

On the other hand, Dou Tang seemed to be bewildered by Jing Qianfang's attacks and began to defend passively. He neither slashed nor stabbed with his long sword, but simply deflected Jing Qianfang's attacks lightly, occasionally tapping his feet to dodge Jing Qianfang's fierce kicks.

"What astonishing skill! It's like a dance from a Noh play, yet it's full of power." Dou Tang didn't hold back his praise: "Lord Jingqianfang, this kind of martial arts could practically be a school of its own!"

Jing Qianfang swung his sword sideways, the sharp blade grazing Dou Tang's helmet. Just as Jing Qianfang was about to forcefully slash Dou Tang's face from the side, his longsword caught at the end of the blade. It was about to strike Dou Tang's hand holding the sword, so he had no choice but to retreat.

But just as he sheathed his sword, a flash of silver light appeared before his eyes, and a dense array of sword blades, like a galaxy, suddenly unleashed their boundless killing intent as they pierced towards Jingqianfang.

Upon seeing this, Jing Qianfang had only one thought left in his mind: "Is this a sword that can be slashed by human strength?"

Wielding the sword with immense power, a frenzied barrage of strikes is unleashed in an instant, leaving Jingqianfang with only one chance to respond.

He raised his knife purely out of instinct and charged forward.

"Hey!"

The clash of swords produced a deafening sound.

In an instant, those vast and numerous sword shadows vanished, turning into wisps of black mist that merged into the air.

Jing Qianfang's face turned bright red as he raised his longsword high, barely managing to block the sword that was about to strike him.

Chapter 357 Please Die Here

Seeing this, Dou Tang smiled slightly behind his helmet: "Did you see through it? As expected, such a little trick can't fool you, Whale Front Workshop."

Jing Qianfang almost knelt on the ground. His left hand, which had been in a fighting stance, helplessly pressed down on the hilt of his sword, resisting the strange force coming from the sword. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Ren... does using evil methods count as swordsmanship?"

Dou Tang scoffed: "It seems that Lord Jingqianfang has some misunderstanding about craftsmanship."

"In the end, with our monstrous strength..." Dou Tang pressed forward fiercely, the blue light from his helmet shining on Jing Qianfang's face, illuminating it.

"Hasn't it long been unrelated to human skills?"

Jing Qianfang took a deep breath, realizing that Dou Tang's words had a hidden meaning.

"What exactly does Mr. Ren mean?"

Just as Jingqianfang was waiting for Dou Tang's answer, Dou Tang suddenly raised his right leg and kicked out without any strategy.

The kick landed squarely on Jing Qianfang's chest, sending him flying.

As Jing Qianfang was thrown backward, he felt a piercing pain in his chest, and then crashed into the sports car, which had been reduced to rubble, with a loud bang. The already dilapidated sports car was dented from the impact.

"Ahem..." Jingqianfang coughed lightly, then quickly raised his head and drew his sword in alertness.

But Dou Tang did not take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he stood still and calmly watched Jing Qianfang. Only after Jing Qianfang regained his stance did he say, "Lord Jing Qianfang, you are dead, aren't you?"

Dou Tang raised his sword, pointed it at Jing Qianfang, and said coldly, "This body is nothing but the product of some kind of evil spirit... I originally thought you were an excellent martial artist, but I didn't expect... you are an evil spirit."

"Does it matter whether it's evil or not?" Jing Qianfang sneered, swinging his left arm to dissipate the pain from the recoil of the parry, and glared at Dou Tang not far away, saying, "Isn't Mr. Ren the same? Such a powerful body... and those skills that seem to have been honed countless times on the battlefield, they probably don't even belong to the realm of humans, do they?"

"Skill is the accumulation of time. In the process of fighting, samurai have differentiated into countless schools and derived different sword techniques... But I have never seen sword techniques like yours, Mr. Ren."

Jingqianfang narrowed his eyes, looked down at the trembling sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "It's as if... it was a technique that was created from the very beginning to slay evil spirits."

Jingqianfang noticed something unusual in Dou Tang's swordsmanship.

Dou Tang's swordsmanship is filled with techniques that seem designed to slay large creatures, yet it also possesses an extremely subtle control over the body, as if from the very beginning of this swordsmanship, the creatures it was used to deal with were not just humans.

What to say when facing immense strength, and what to do when facing a nimble and small opponent—these techniques for dealing with non-human beings have been refined over time and evolved into moves that can also be used to fight against humans.

These skills are in terms of techniques

Traces were left behind and were noticed by Whale Front Workshop.

Upon hearing Jing Qianfang's words, Dou Tang weighed the sword in his hand, smiled, and said, "You are quite right, Lord Jing Qianfang."