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Chapter 90 : Asura and the Sword Saint
Chapter 90: Asura and the Sword Saint
Abe Qingtian could not help shouting, “What exactly are you trying to do?!”
“I want to tell you.”
Sakamoto Ryuji put away his gun, his gaze turning sharp, “In this game, strength is certainly important, but luck… is the key that decides victory or defeat.”
“I have luck, you have strength.”
“If we cooperate, we can kill everyone and win the final victory.”
“Kill everyone?”
Abe Qingtian was stunned by his wild words, “Have you gone mad? There are—”
“I know. The authorities, the gangs, and that damned 【Shadow】.”
Sakamoto Ryuji interrupted him, “But so what?”
“I don’t care what faction you’re from. I only want personal victory.”
“As long as we join forces, no one can stop us.”
“Your shikigami can clear the obstacles, and my luck can avoid the risks.”
“That’s why we’re the perfect partners.”
Abe Qingtian fell silent.
He had to admit that the other man’s words were extremely tempting.
What he lacked most right now was a way to break the deadlock.
And this so-called “luck” might truly be the key.
“How can I trust you?” Abe Qingtian asked.
“You don’t need to trust me.”
Sakamoto Ryuji stood up, walked to the window, and pointed at the brightly lit city outside.
“You only need to trust fate.”
“Since fate let me find you, that means we are destined to become the winners.”
He turned around and extended his hand toward Abe Qingtian.
“Come, onmyoji.”
“Let’s turn this boring world into our casino.”
Abe Qingtian looked at that hand.
He hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he still reached out and clasped it.
“Alright.”
……
Just as the two reached an agreement.
Neon Metropolis, Chiyoda Ward, Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters.
A press conference regarding “transcendent countermeasures” was being held.
“In response to the frequent transcendent incidents recently, as well as the severe impact caused by the Shibuya unrest…”
The Chief Cabinet Secretary stood at the podium, solemnly announcing to countless flashing cameras.
“The government has decided to formally establish a special response agency directly under the Cabinet—【Abnormal Countermeasures Section】.”
“This agency will assemble the nation’s top elites and be equipped with the most advanced gear, dedicated to handling all matters related to the transcendent.”
“We will spare no cost to safeguard national security and order!”
Thunderous applause erupted below the stage.
And deep underground at the Metropolitan Police Department.
Sato Masayoshi, wearing a brand-new uniform, stood before a massive electronic screen, looking at the twelve player codenames displayed on it.
“【Preacher】 Asahara Shoko, cooperation confirmed.”
“【Sword Saint】 Yamazaki Tetsu, refused cooperation, listed as a surveillance target.”
“【Mad King】, confirmed dead.”
“The remaining players.”
“Find them.”
Sato coldly issued the order, “Whether by throwing money at them, or forcing them with guns.”
“Either become one of us, or…”
“Become a corpse.”
……
Neon Metropolis, Bunkyo Ward.
Inside the ancient residence of the Abe family.
“So this is how you look for other players?”
Abe Qingtian stared at the coin in Sakamoto Ryuji’s hand, his face filled with disbelief.
“That’s right.”
Sakamoto Ryuji tossed the coin into the air and caught it steadily, “As long as I believe it can guide me, it definitely will.”
“This is my ability.”
“This is a bit too…”
Abe Qingtian was momentarily at a loss for words.
“Let’s go.”
Sakamoto Ryuji put away the coin, “Fate is guiding us to a place called ‘Ikebukuro’.”
……
Ikebukuro, West Exit Park.
This was a famous leisure spot in Neon Metropolis. At this moment, in the center of the park.
Gang Tianmeng, bare-chested and exuding a bloody aura, was sitting on a bench.
His skin showed an unhealthy dark red hue, his muscles bulged and knotted, covered with vicious scars.
He had just finished an underground black-fist match and emerged victorious.
Ordinary humans were nothing more than appetizers to him now, utterly tasteless and boring.
But the power brought by Pain Conversion was still surging within his body, making him feel feverish all over, craving more blood and combat.
He needed stronger stimulation.
He needed deeper pain.
“Boring.”
“Isn’t there anyone tougher?”
Gang Tianmeng rolled his neck, producing crisp cracking sounds.
Just at that moment.
A set of unhurried footsteps pierced through the clamor and clearly entered his ears.
Gang Tianmeng raised his head, his gaze instantly turning sharp.
At the end of the street, a man wearing a black trench coat and holding a long blade was walking toward him at a steady pace.
His steps were extremely stable, each one as precise as if measured with a ruler.
His eyes were cold, as though none of the world’s noise could stir even the slightest ripple within them.
“I heard there was a monster causing trouble here.”
Yamazaki Tetsu stopped, his gaze finally fixing on the blood-soaked Gang Tianmeng.
“It seems I came too late.”
“It’s already over.”
“Monster?”
Gang Tianmeng bared his teeth in a ferocious grin.
“It’s already been torn apart by me.”
“But…”
Gang Tianmeng stood up. That massive body, over two meters tall, radiated a suffocating pressure.
He sized up Yamazaki Tetsu from head to toe, the red light in his eyes growing ever brighter.
“You look pretty decent.”
Yamazaki Tetsu frowned slightly.
“I’m not here to fight.”
He said coldly, “Since the monster is already dead, this has nothing to do with me.”
With that, he turned to leave.
“Stop right there!”
Gang Tianmeng roared violently, the ground beneath his feet instantly shattering.
His entire body shot forward like a cannonball fired from a barrel, instantly appearing behind Yamazaki Tetsu. That fan-like giant hand carried a whistling wind as it viciously grabbed toward Yamazaki Tetsu’s shoulder.
“Did I say you could leave?!”
Clang!
A crisp blade ring rang out.
Without even turning his head, Yamazaki Tetsu slashed backward with a single strike.
The blade light was like lightning, instantly cutting through the air and heading straight for Gang Tianmeng’s wrist.
Gang Tianmeng had no choice but to withdraw his hand and retreat.
Yet the excitement on his face only grew stronger.
“So fast!”
He licked his lips, his eyes filled with frenzied battle intent.
“Finally… finally I’ve met a worthy opponent!”
“Those ordinary people are too weak. They shatter at a touch—so boring it’s unbearable!”
“Come on! Let me see if your blade can chop through my bones!”
Yamazaki Tetsu turned around, looking at the man before him who seemed possessed by madness, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
“For such a boring reason, you draw your blade?”
“Boring?”
Gang Tianmeng laughed wildly, “Battle is the most wonderful thing in this world! Only on the edge of life and death can you feel life burning!”
“You preachy types don’t understand a damn thing!”
Boom!
Gang Tianmeng launched another charge.
This time, he held nothing back.
All the muscles in his body bulged as dark red currents of energy surged crazily over his skin. He was like an out-of-control heavy war vehicle, crashing toward Yamazaki Tetsu with the momentum to destroy everything.
“Stubborn beyond reason.”
Yamazaki Tetsu sighed softly.
Since the other party insisted on seeking death, he would grant it.
“Mind’s Eye·Open.”
The long blade in his hand trembled slightly, letting out a low hum.
The next second.
The two figures slammed violently into each other!