Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Dou Tang stepped onto the table and rushed back to the stairwell like a tiger descending a mountain. He glanced around and saw several people who were still confused about the situation. The one closest to him was about two meters away, holding a gun and looking around.

Dou Tang exerted force with his arm, the muscles clearly visible beneath his sportswear, and with his powerful arm, he reversed the sword hilt, turning it into a spear, and hurled the longsword.

"puff!"

The longsword struck the man squarely in the shoulder, and as the pistol slipped from his hand, he let out a scream.

Dou Tang pushed off the wall and took two quick steps to reach the person, stretching out...

He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and thrust it downwards.

"puff!"

The longsword pierced through the shoulder, all the way into the chest cavity, penetrating the lungs and heart, instantly killing the member of the Juyin Shouwu group in front of him.

Chapter 67 Hell on Earth

The steel rubbed against the bones, making a creaking sound. Dou Tang twisted the hilt of the sword, and blood gushed out with a "whoosh" sound, like red light slowly spreading across the ground.

Dou Tang coldly watched the enemies in the corridor, seeing them draw pistols, clubs, and daggers, and let out a sneer.

Xingyi Ren hid half his body in the room, sticking out his head and hand to fire. The gunshots and flashes brought the members of Jiuyin Shouwu back to their senses from Doutang's bloodlust.

Dou Tang transformed into a fierce tiger once more, letting out a breathy sound as he crouched low and charged forward, drawing his longsword and pulling it forward along the ground like a tiger's tail.

Weaving along the edge of Xingyi's gun line, Dou Tang charged into the crowd, raised his hand and pressed down on the muzzle of the first person in front of him, his long sword flashing with a cold light, like the sudden brightness of a dark moon.

With a sharp "whoosh!" of the sword, the first person's arm was severed by Dou Tang. This time, the sword that the mysterious person had sent was even better than before. Under Dou Tang's immense strength, severing human bones was no problem at all.

Dou Tang reached out and snatched the gun from the severed limb, then thrust his sword into the enemy's abdomen with one hand, using the man as a human shield. He glanced at the others from the side of the neck with one eye, while concealing his pistol under the enemy's armpit.

The stairwell was packed with people, so there was basically no need to aim; you could just fire!

The enemy launched a counterattack, and Dou Tang and Xing Yiren attacked. Suddenly, gunfire erupted throughout the entire floor, as if it were the prelude to a miniature war.

Although the people who were smuggled out of the city could get their hands on guns, they didn't have many bullets, and most of these guns were in extremely poor condition. Many of them were even "Big Star" guns or imitations smuggled from China after the war. So the gunfire didn't last long.

Dou Tang emptied a magazine, and the enemy who had been acting as a shield was already silent. Dou Tang used the hilt of his sword to propel himself forward, and gushing blood flowed from the wound on the blade, soaking his entire arm along the hilt.

Dou Tang tossed the corpse aside, his eyes leaving eerie and elusive trails of blue light in the corridor. He moved forward with his blood-stained sword, charging ahead once more.

Faced with such a fierce Dou Tang, the members of Jiu Yin Shou Wu fought and retreated, and soon ran out of bullets in the chaos. Even after they ran out of bullets, Dou Tang was not injured.

The time for close combat has come.

Many of those who were originally firing from behind their comrades suddenly pulled out the precious candy pills and ate several at a time. Wisps of death and resentment emanated from their bodies, and many of them even had nosebleeds and their faces turned red.

Blood streaks began to appear on their faces, writhing like wildly dancing snakes—a horrifying phenomenon that was clearly not something a human could produce.

Dou Tang's eyes grew cold as he watched them draw their clubs, swords, and knives and step forward. He turned the hilt of his sword with one hand, let out a long breath, and stepped forward again.

With a series of muffled groans, each one a suppressed expression of anger, the entire corridor was filled with the stench of blood and a nauseating smell of decay. Xingyi, having removed his coat, stepped forward, drawing his long sword from his waist; the silver blade seemed to gleam.

"Can you do it?" Dou Tang glanced at him and asked.

Looking at the people in front of him, whose faces were red and resembled demons, Xingyiren smiled bitterly and said, "I will do my best."

"Follow."

Dou Tang took the lead, charging straight forward, leaping high into the air, holding his long sword upside down with both hands like a lean tiger baring its fangs, and leaping into the crowd.

In a narrow stairwell, a large number of people is not an advantage. For a skilled fighter like Dou Tang, the narrower the space, the better he can deal with a single enemy without worrying about others swarming him.

As the saying goes, "A novice can beat a master with a flurry of punches." What is a flurry of punches? One meaning is punches that are without any rules or pattern. Another meaning is punches that are thrown by a large number of people in a chaotic manner, with one punch after another coming suddenly, or even impossible to defend against.

A narrow space means limited room to maneuver. To make room to maneuver, one must reduce the number of enemies engaged at the same time. However, reducing the number of enemies engaged at the same time is tantamount to sending Dou Tang to his death.

He slightly spread his arms, twisting the longsword in his hand, while casually picking up a dagger with his other hand and holding it upside down. With fangs on his left and claws on his right, he charged into the crowd and began to wreak havoc.

Police sirens sounded from afar outside the window. Such intense gunfire would surely attract the attention of the authorities, and both men knew that they should act quickly.

Xingyiren's arms jerked, and he charged into the battle with his knife.

Dou Tang's current style emphasizes wide, sweeping movements to the left and right, a sword technique that covers a large area and has a wide attack range. He also has a dagger at close range to make up for his weaknesses. He is like a spinning top with two blades that can cut through anything, and every spin brings up a spray of blood.

Hoshino's swordsmanship is even more unorthodox. He had no opportunity to learn martial arts from a young age, and his so-called swordsmanship was all learned by himself in the streets and alleys. His swordsmanship is cunning and ruthless. Often, when people are not paying attention, his silver longsword will appear like a ghost and strike a vital point in one blow. Combined with his scarred face, people can't help but wonder what kind of tragic and bumpy life he has experienced to become so skilled in killing.

Although he couldn't directly confront the members of the Jueyin Shouwu group who had taken the Baoyu Sugar Pill, he could help Doutang share the burden, allowing Doutang to hardly have to think about anything.

The problem is defense; just advance and kill.

Soon, the members of the Jueyin Shouwu group discovered that although there were only two people in front of them, they had become an unstoppable force in the narrow corridor. In particular, the guy with the blue light in his eyes could hardly withstand his attacks, at least not this group of extremely ordinary and degenerate yakuza.

Dou Tang's breathing was steady, his breaths rhythmic, and his eyes remained devoid of emotion. He stepped onto the blood-soaked ground, trampling over those who had already fallen and died, and advanced without hesitation.

The glint of swords formed a canopy in front of him, the clanging of metal against metal was crisp and clear, and the brief intervals between them were also filled with falling bodies and screams of agony.

Dou Tang was blinded by rage. The resentment and death aura emanating from the people in front of him made him lose the sense of actually taking lives. Instead, it felt like he was performing a simple exorcism. Even their enhanced power seemed insignificant in front of him.

The stench of blood in the air had become quite pungent. Dou Tang pulled his longsword out of someone's mouth, shook it clean, stood up, and continued looking ahead.

It was completely deserted.

He then realized that he had reached the end of the corridor, in front of a window. The city lights outside the window were bright, and the glass of the window vaguely reflected his blood-covered, piercing gaze.

"call--"

Dou Tang let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Looks like I won't be able to go home tonight... The smell of blood is so strong, it probably won't dissipate until tomorrow even after I take a shower.

The feeling of his clothes being soaked in blood was extremely uncomfortable. His black sweatshirt had become tight, revealing his muscular physique. Even his shoes were filled with blood, making him feel incredibly wet and uncomfortable.

Seeing Dou Tang covered in blood and his hair matted together, Xing Yiren slowly sheathed his sword, suppressing his panic, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Dou Tang suddenly opened his eyes, the blue light in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only his deep black eyes.

Looking out at the city, he said, "Such a horrific scene should be enough to announce our attack to the Juyinshouwu."

Xingyi looked back at this hell on earth and nodded.

Chapter 68 Doubts

A shocking tragedy has occurred in Tokyo.

A gunfight broke out at a yakuza hideout in Sumida Ward late at night. There were no survivors and the perpetrators were not found. The horrific scene forced the authorities to change five forensic doctors. The incident was also labeled a yakuza shootout and made headlines in all media outlets.

Various rumors emerged, but of course, no yakuza organization claimed responsibility for the incident. Under these circumstances, a thorough investigation of the yakuza was launched in five major wards, from Sumida Ward to Central Tokyo Ward. However, Toudou and Hoshino, the real culprits, remained unharmed.

The reason for this is that the Morning Star Group seems too harmless; after all, in the eyes of most people, the Morning Star Group is just a pimp.

Dou Tang hid in the Morning Star Group's safe house. He was extremely discreet and secretive in handling the aftermath of his actions because he understood that this was not just a world of evil spirits and monsters, but also a world of ordinary people. He did not want to bring imprisonment upon himself because of his reckless behavior.

Ironically, Dou Tang is a jelly bean that any evil spirit would be afraid of, yet he also cares a lot about the rules of ordinary society.

When Xingyiren opened the door to the safe house, Doutang had already changed his clothes and was sitting in a chair, dressed neatly, staring blankly at the sky outside.

He walked into the room and said to Kiryu-kun, "You look like someone who's really been in jail for a long time now."

Dou Tang sighed and said, "I'm starting to regret going too far. We seem to have made a bit too much of a scene."

Xingyi still felt a chill when he recalled the scene from last night, and said with a shudder, "Who knew you would be so terrifying when you were in a bloodthirsty state? If I hadn't dealt with you, I would have thought you were a serial killer."

Dou Tang looked at his hands and said, "They brought this on themselves."

Xingyi felt something strange again. The guy in front of him seemed to have no aversion to killing, but he didn't enjoy killing like a real killer or serial killer.

It was as if he was fulfilling his duty, unlike a hitman who was in it for money; he seemed to consider killing those who deserved to die as something he should do.

Xingyi sighed and said, "In short, you've now completely informed Jiuyin Shouwu. I revealed that incident to Jiuyin Shouwu's informants in your personal capacity. Now, they all know that a serial killer named Mr. Ren is hunting them down."

“This is exactly what we want.” Dou Tang pondered, “This way, Jiu Yin Shou Wu will see the actions of the Morning Star Group and the Bald Head Group as a backlash against their expansion, and will not have the energy to retaliate against you. Instead, they will try to find my whereabouts.”

Xingyiren chimed in, "And they'll never understand just how strong you really are..."

Dou Tang shrugged: "They understand that my actions are a message to those behind them that I'm not just dealing with their monsters and evil spirits, but also with all the ordinary people who are headless and have no voices."

“Evil spirits and monsters may not be afraid, but ordinary people will. If this kind of action is repeated a few times, the Juu-Yin-Shou-Wu will collapse on its own. At that time, those evil spirits and monsters will have no choice but to come out and face me directly.”

"You're too confident to go to war with such a behemoth. Be careful you don't end up sinking in a ditch," Xingyiren complained.

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"Them?" Dou Tang scoffed. "I'd love for a chance to slip up and cause me to suffer a humiliating defeat."

Dou Tang continued, "I'm more worried about what might happen at home since I've been away for another week."

Xingyi raised an eyebrow and said, "You really haven't told me about your family situation."

"nothing to say."

………………

After staying in the safe house for a week to avoid the limelight, Huaiyin would call him more than a dozen times a day to chat, and Lu Zizhen would also call from time to time to ask about the situation, so Dou Tang was not too bored. Moreover, Xingyiren even brought him a computer.

During this time, Dou Tang took the opportunity to sort out the situation he was currently facing.

Taira no Masakado's yokai organization, and the Kujion-no-Kujira, a group composed of ordinary people.

The so-called "Headless Dog" biker gang, established for its own sake.

A mysterious person who seems to know about his past, and who even gave him a longsword, capable of controlling soulless corpses.

The exorcist association, mostly selfish and self-serving, also wanted a share of the spoils in the campaign to defeat Taira no Masakado.

A group of exorcists, represented by Aida Gaku and Kousaki Ryuu, are more conscientious and want to befriend us.

There's one more... Dou Tang suddenly frowned.

He has been missing for a long time, but he is definitely not dead, and he is very persistent... the fake Priest Ito.

That guy's origins and purpose are unknown. He seems to be struggling with something about the transition between the new era and the old era... wait, the new era, the old era.

Dou Tang frowned deeply.

If the new era refers to Fall Guys.

So, in the old era, it was undoubtedly Taira no Masakado... Could he also be behind this?

Dou Tang clicked his tongue and wrote it down in his notebook.

………………

At home, Huaiyin gently stroked Mikazuki's fur, watching TV with a somewhat vacant look in her eyes.

The days without Dou Tang were too difficult for her to endure.

She understood some of what Dou Tang was doing, but even if she did, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

I miss his embrace, the scent of him that gave me a sense of security, and many other things about him.

Huaiyin picked up Doutang's quilt and covered her legs with it. She leaned down and sniffed the cup, then tilted her head back and let out a satisfied sigh.

Mikazuki, standing to the side, shook his head.

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Huaiyin immediately became alert. Doutang had a key to the house, while Lu Zizhen, who came most often, would knock on the door and shout loudly. Someone who was ringing the doorbell so politely must not be a regular visitor. Who could it be?

Huaiyin cleverly picked up the long knife hidden behind the sofa. Yes, she secretly took out the long knife again.

Wearing slippers, she carefully approached the doorway, carrying the long knife in one hand, and peered through the peephole on tiptoe.

Seeing the person outside the peephole, she suddenly felt confused.

Outside the door was a blonde girl wearing a mask and sunglasses, but you could still tell she was dressed fashionably and had a good figure.

Huaiyin asked through the door, puzzled, "Kume-neechan?"

Covered up like a stalker, Chinatsu Kume nodded hurriedly and said, "It's me, Kaine-nee! I'm here to visit Kiryu-kun. Is he here?!"

Huaiyin opened the door with a puzzled look in her eyes and said, "My brother isn't home... Sister Kume, please come in first. You're dressed so suspiciously, I'm afraid you'll attract the apartment manager's attention."

Kume Chika coughed awkwardly twice, went inside, and changed into guest slippers.

Huaiyin watched her take off her hat, mask, and sunglasses, and asked, "What does Kume-neechan want with brother? And what's with this outfit...?"

Chapter 69 Three women and one drama

Huaiyin led Kume Chinatsu into the living room, and the two sat on the sofa. Huaiyin casually pulled Doutang's blanket and hugged it to her chest.

Chinatsu Kume sighed and slowly said, "Does Kawana know about the yakuza brawl that happened in Sumida Ward before?"

Huaiyin nodded. It was her brother who did it; how could she not know?

Chinatsu Kume said worriedly, "So lately, all of Tokyo is investigating various yakuza organizations! Even people who look a bit delinquent on the street get questioned by the police. Kiryu-kun is such a conspicuous person... I can't help but worry about him."

Upon hearing this, Huaiyin nodded and began to think.