Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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The next moment, he laughed and said, "Good, that's better."

He lowered his long sword naturally, bowed, and stepped forward to meet Maolang.

Mao Liang flipped his wrist, took a small step forward with both feet, and slashed the naginata diagonally upwards towards Dou Tang's armpit.

Dou Tang extended the scabbard forward, using the iron-clad end of the scabbard to lift the naginata, and then slid it forward along the blade, blocking the path of Mao Liang's thrust and downward slash.

The other longsword transformed into a fang emerging from the darkness.

The tooth pierces forward from below.

Mao Liang decisively repeated his old trick, drawing his sword and retreating to break free from the scabbard's parry. He then maintained his distance from Dou Tang once again, and the clash of swords produced a clanging sound.

"An inch longer, an inch stronger," Mao Liang deeply understood this saying, but also realized how difficult Dou Tang was to deal with.

Even with a long-handled weapon like a naginata, and in a wide open space, Maolang couldn't break free from Doutang's entanglement. Doutang, whose hands could transform into weapons, was practically a giant mantis. Those giant scythes might not be sharp enough, but their strength was too great, and even maintaining distance was fraught with danger.

She could only try to use the distance to her advantage to poke into Dou Tang's battle circle and find a way to seize that momentary opening in his defense.

Dou Tang, his hands swung like lightning, his eyes growing brighter, and he fought with increasing ferocity, as if he were constantly drawing energy from Mao Liang to fuel his own evolution.

He's using myself to... train him!

A nameless fire rose in Mao Liang's heart, along with a hint of frustration.

I, Ranunculus, am not some stepping stone!

Chapter 92 Incomplete Sword Techniques

"drink!"

With a sharp shout, Mao Liang's long ponytail swayed with the movement, and the naginata in her hand suddenly unleashed its power, transforming into a flash of silver light, and her offensive surged.

Don't underestimate me!

Dou Tang's face lit up with joy, and he began to brandish his longsword. The longsword, which was decorated with cloud patterns, turned into a raging thundercloud, with intricate white light and sparks constantly colliding and shooting out.

Flicking wrists, twisting arms, twisting fingers around the sword, the sword rotating with the body, the hilt held horizontally... a variety of wonderful variations emerged one after another, making Mao Liang feel a headache coming on.

Light and short weapons allow for more varied tactics in close combat, enabling the attacker to gain more surprises, which in turn means catching the enemy off guard.

Extremely difficult to deal with.

Mao Liang felt a surge of malice. Seeing the joy in Dou Tang's eyes, she became increasingly agitated. Finally, she fiercely twirled her naginata, finding a momentary opening amidst Dou Tang's sharp parry, and slashed at Dou Tang's wrist holding the scabbard!

Dou Tang responded by raising his sword sheath, intending to use the metal fittings on the sheath to parry the blow.

"what!"

With a sharp cry, Mao Liang's naginata suddenly twisted and was covered in a thick layer of dark light!

"Crack!"

The moment the naginata touched the scabbard, the scabbard in Dou Tang's hand suddenly exploded into countless fragments. The metal ornaments on the scabbard also seemed to be blown apart by gunpowder, turning into twisted shapes and flying into the air.

Dou Tang's eyes widened, and he realized that Mao Liang had begun to use his demonic power!

After tearing through the scabbard, the sharp naginata continued upwards, the hilt twisting as if it were a long snake, making the trajectory of the strike and the direction of the blade completely unpredictable!

The so-called blade tendon refers to the direction of the blade relative to the direction of the strike. If the blade tendon is not aligned, it means that a "slash" will become a "slap," which is common sense that any practitioner of bladed weapons must understand.

The blade must be straight to unleash its full power in a chopping motion.

But for buttercups, these are not problems at all!

The slanted naginata stabbed fiercely towards Dou Tang's face!

Dou Tang stared intently at the direction from which the sword blade came, a smile still playing on his lips. Suddenly, his left leg trembled, and he stood up abruptly.

Just like Neo dodging bullets in The Matrix, Dou Tang fell backward instantly, barely managing to dodge the naginata attack while bracing himself on one leg, and at the same time had a chance to swing his sword.

"Chong-"

He swung his longsword upwards, deflecting the lifelike naginata that was chasing after him, and then stomped his left foot down again, pushing him backwards.

After creating some distance, Dou Tang used one hand to support himself on the ground and did a somersault, landing on his feet again, but this time without a sword sheath.

"Is this all you've got, Ranunculus?"

At this moment, Mo Liang held the naginata in both hands, but the naginata became extremely strange. The originally straight hilt seemed to have become a living snake, twisting and shaking incessantly. The metal blade also became extremely soft, as if what Mo Liang held in his hands was not a weapon, but a living thing that had transformed into the shape of a weapon.

Mao Liang let out a sigh of relief and said, "You're not wrong to understand it that way."

"The power that the crown gives me is the ability to communicate with the spirit of objects."

"You can think of it as making objects that were originally stained with resentment malleable."

After hearing Mao Liang's explanation, Dou Tang laughed and said, "I see. The naginata, which already has an advantage in length, can now change its shape at your will. It's really a useful ability."

Dou Tang raised his longsword and said, "Thinking about it this way, this battle was really very meaningful. Without your demonstration, I'm afraid even if I got the crown, I wouldn't have been able to develop such a useful method."

After saying that, he raised his aura once again.

A gentle breeze stirred within the dojo.

The azure flames in his eyes transformed into ghostly eyes, and deep within those flame-like eyes lay a profound and unfathomable abyss.

"But it's ultimately just a crooked path!" Dou Tang mocked.

The flames on the candlesticks surrounding the dojo flickered uneasily, as if afraid of something in the air. As they flickered, they gradually shrank, making the entire dojo even darker. When Mo Lang looked ahead, he could only see the most intense and bright blue flames in the dim room.

[The Intimidating Power of the Blue Demon]

Although invisible, a palpable pressure filled the entire space. Mao Liang suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat, and her whole body even felt somewhat dry, as if...

I haven't been active for a long time.

Mao Liang gritted her teeth slightly, her voice becoming somewhat weak: "Is this the power of your crown?"

Dou Tang shook his head, the blue flames in his eyes trembling as he shook his head.

No, this is only one of them.

One of them...

Mao Liang felt bitter inside, but couldn't express it. So he could only raise his naginata again, the tip of which trembled, eager to try.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Then, let's continue! Round two!"

Dou Tang grinned, his smile radiating excitement, as if he were thrilled to be fighting Mao Liang like this.

He raised his longsword and charged forward again, his feet stomping on the tatami mat, stirring up a gentle breeze, while the blue flames in his eyes left trails in the air.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The clanging of metal against metal rang out continuously, and dazzling sparks flashed from time to time in the dark dojo, briefly illuminating the faces of the two men and the outlines of their weapons. Apart from that, only their silhouettes were visible, and their weapons gleamed silver.

Although Mao Liang used the crown that allowed her naginata to move at will, Dou Tang's pressure was not to be underestimated, and Mao Liang's physical movements noticeably slowed down.

The battle between the two, while adding some variables, still largely remained a back-and-forth exchange.

However, Mao Liang could clearly sense that Dou Tang's single-handed sword technique was somewhat illogical.

Dou Tang's attacks, wielding a sword with one hand, were exceptionally swift and fierce, with sharp moves that left the opponent breathless. His aggressive attacks seemed to be a desperate gamble, as if he were risking everything on the sword.

Dou Tang's hand, however, remained hanging limply at his side as if he were still holding something, and would even move closer to his side as Dou Tang changed his moves, as if...

It was as if he had been holding something important, so important that even in a life-or-death battle, he would instinctively protect it.

This is an incomplete set of sword moves, Mao Liang thought.

But the moment that thought crossed his mind, Dou Tang's eyes narrowed, and he shouted angrily, "What are you daydreaming about!"

The longsword pierced through the attack circle of the naginata, and Dou Tang's free hand suddenly stretched out, firmly gripping the hilt of the blade at the end of its movement, restricting all movement!

The longsword pierced right in front of Maolang, grazing her ear and severing the hair on one side of her head!

"Hey~!"

The outcome is decided!

The sharp sword light illuminated Mao Liang's profile. Mao Liang, still in shock, stood frozen in place, while Dou Tang let out a cold snort.

"Disappointing! You dared to lose focus while fighting me?!"

Suddenly, Maolang began to gasp for breath and abruptly collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 93 The Spirits of the Five Grains

Dou Tang put down his sword in disappointment, frowned, and asked, "Why are you spacing out?"

Mao Liang slowly adjusted her breathing, and after a long while, she said with a wry smile, "I say, don't you have any self-awareness at all? I've already done my best to fight under your kind of pressure for so long."

Dou Tang raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to his own reaction, and said, "Is it really that scary?"

Maolang's eyes twitched, and she decided to ignore him.

Of course, the more important reason was actually Mao Liang's curiosity about Dou Tang's sword techniques, so she asked, "I want to ask you, your sword techniques... do you feel like something is missing?"

Dou Tang didn't answer her, but instead took out his clone candy again and held it in front of Mao Liang, saying, "Where is your real body? Eat it."

Just as Mao Liang was about to take the candy, she smiled awkwardly upon hearing this: "How do you know this isn't my true form...?"

"Nonsense." Dou Tang rolled his eyes. "If this body is your original form, then didn't I kill you last time? Based on my deduction, your original form can continuously generate this body, right?"

"So clever." Mao Liang smiled, took the candy in his hand, stood up, and walked to the table behind him.

There was an old pottery jar on the table. She went to the jar and sighed.

Dou Tang asked curiously, "Now that we've finished fighting, can you tell me what kind of monster you are?"

"The term 'mollient' likely refers to a type of flower or plant, but your appearance has absolutely nothing to do with flowers or plants."

Mao Liang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Why don't you come and see for yourself?"

"Let me see?" Dou Tang was a little puzzled: "It's true that I beat you, but is it necessary to let me see such a private thing? I heard that no one in the whole of Tokyo knows what your true form is."

Maolang stood in front of the pottery jar, patted it, and said, "This is my true form. I am the spirit of the five grains, a spirit born from the five grains."

"Grains nourish the human body and reshape the body. Since I became conscious, I have been a monster who can use grains to regenerate flesh and blood."

Dou Tang was puzzled for a long time, but still found it hard to understand.

"You mean... your true form is grain, and these grains can grow... a human body? How is that possible?"

Mikazuki once said that it is extremely difficult for yokai in this world to change their form. Although myths and legends may be true, many parts of them are embellished. For example, the story of yokai transforming into human form is almost impossible.

The buttercup before them was actually a humanoid monster born from grains... which seemed rather unusual.

No wonder Maolang has always hidden her true form; even as a demon, she possesses...

Some special ones.

Dou Tang stepped forward, and Mao Liang noticed his expression, saying, "It seems you understand what this means."

Dou Tang looked at the sealed pottery jar in front of him and said seriously, "Mao Lang, I have a question for you."

"Is your appearance something you naturally acquired after transforming, or... something that came from someone else?"

Upon hearing this, Mao Liang blinked forlornly and shook her head, saying, "From someone... someone who is already dead."

“Yamada Nagayoshi,” she said again, referring to herself as a human.

“No wonder your crown’s power communicates with spiritual entities; you yourself were born from spiritual entities,” Dou Tang whispered.

Ranunculus nodded.

So, you don't want to take a look?

Dou Tang shook his head: "I'm not interested in that. I was just curious about your true form at first, but not to the point that I want to open this thing and see what your true form, which no one has ever seen before, looks like."

Dou Tang paused for a moment, then said, "It has a kind of... kind of unsightly feeling."

The veins on Ranunculus's forehead suddenly bulged.

"But why does your crown look so strange?" Dou Tang looked at Mao Liang's head again: "The old street and cat reliefs, and the sharp point turning into a blade, to be honest, I initially thought your true form was something like a nine-lives cat."

Mao Liang shrugged: "Cats represent spirituality, it's just a concrete expression of the ethereal spirituality."

It seems that... the depiction on the crown cannot be taken as the sole basis for guessing information about the other party.

Seeing that he had no more questions, Mao Liang casually lifted the lid of the pottery jar and threw the cloned candy beans inside. Dou Tang could hear the sound of hard objects colliding and rubbing against each other coming from inside the pottery jar, like a pebble falling into fine sand.

"Well……"

Suddenly, Mao Liang's body trembled, and he almost knelt down. His shoulders trembled for a moment before he slowly regained his breath.

Dou Tang glanced at her curiously.