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Jiangdao Yizai slightly raised one hand, his skeletal palm clenched, and a ghostly blue light appeared on his bones. The cold wind in the air suddenly stopped, and then began to gather and contract strangely.

The sky grew even darker, and the stars and moon that had been peeking out from behind the clouds quietly retreated. Thick, dark clouds slowly descended, pressing down on the ground.

Chapter 100 A Head-to-Head Confrontation: Taira no Masakado

The wind began to stir, the clouds began to churn, and the air became slightly damp.

Jiangdao Yizai stood beside Doutang, half a step behind him, consciously giving him the spotlight tonight. He simply raised his skeletal hand slightly and, following his thoughts, slowly summoned everything in the air, causing the wind and rain to arrive and adding to the atmosphere of the night.

Dou Tang's robe fluttered lightly, the sleeves of his feather robe billowing in the wind, swaying backward along with the hem of his robe. He gripped his long sword tightly in his hand, making him look murderous.

The exorcists surrounding the bridge made way for Dou Tang, who took the six insulated briefcases handed to him from behind and walked onto the bridge.

Once on the bridge, he looked at the other side of the bridge.

On the other side, evil spirits lurked all around.

Under the streetlights, the beasts sat obediently on the shore or the road, their bright eyes forming a starry sky on the ground, the faint hostility in their pupils seeming to solidify into a sharp sword that would pierce Dou Tang's chest.

Further away, there were humanoid evil spirits that looked no different from humans, but exuded a demonic aura. There were more than a dozen of them that could be seen on the surface, but they seemed to dislike gathering together like exorcists and kept a great distance from each other.

In my perception, a crown-shaped target appeared, emerging from the Xinchuan Wastewater Treatment Plant and slowly moving towards us.

In the distance, something more than two meters tall was bouncing toward them.

Dou Tang took a closer look and immediately felt a bit disgusted.

Dou Tang felt uncomfortable, but to others, it was just bizarre.

Four bizarre, hunched-over humanoid creatures carried a huge palanquin.

The practice of carrying a portable shrine is common in various religious ceremonies in Japan. Many lively celebrations involve taking the statues of deities out of the shrine and carrying them in a portable shrine through the streets to worship the gods and pray for their blessings and protection.

But what happened next was quite bizarre.

The night wind howled, and four little devils carried the sedan chair in the wind. The sedan chair rose and fell, passing under the streetlights for a moment and then suddenly plunged into the darkness, making it difficult to see what was sitting in the sedan chair.

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The four little devils had bulging eyes and short limbs filled with muscles. Their fierce eyes darted around, looking at everything in the sedan chair. It was as if carrying the sedan chair was not their own choice, but rather that the only thing they could move was their eyes, and everything else had become a puppet of the thing on the sedan chair.

Behind the palanquin followed two little devils holding Tsugaru shamisen strings. The arms of the two little devils had been severed, and two white jade plectrums had been pressed onto the tops of their blood-soaked palms. The two little devils were in so much pain that their veins were bulging, but their hands did not stop moving. They continued to gently pluck the Tsugaru shamisen strings, producing eerie and light music.

It was not an illusion created by vengeful spirits and evil spirits within the barrier of resentment, but a real and brutal scene. This scene made many exorcists frown, while several beast demons on the other side roared to the sky.

The eerie shamisen music, mixed with beastly howls, made the already mournful sound of the shamisen sound even more sinister, as if it were the long sighs and cries of demons behind a low paper door, sending chills down one's spine.

The sedan chair slowly made its way up the bridge, and once it reached the bright light of the streetlights, where there was no darkness left, everyone could finally see the person sitting in the sedan chair.

He appeared to be a military general who wasn't particularly tall, dressed in full black samurai armor but without a helmet, and his full head of white, disheveled hair gave him a rather imposing air.

The military officer sat upright in the sedan chair, like a portrait of a high-ranking official on display in a museum. His dark eyes were fixed on Dou Tang, who was standing on the bridge, and he coldly grinned without saying a word.

He had a long sword hanging at his waist, with a black scabbard and white patterns, on which was engraved a galloping horse.

According to historical records, one of the descendants of Taira no Masakado was the Soma family, whose family crest was a horse that was tied to two stakes but still could not stay still.

The galloping horse family crest, as recorded in "Kenmon Shukamon" (also known as "Family Crest Record"), was used by the Yasukawa and Hirano families. It turns out that Taira no Masakado's original family crest was also a galloping horse.

The general slowly walked onto the bridge, looking majestic and imposing, but Dou Tang felt that the Taira no Masakado in front of him was not as imposing as he had imagined.

In his imagination, Taira no Masakado's appearance, if not commanding the wind and rain, should at least have the oppressive aura of the Black Mountain Demon from A Chinese Ghost Story, right? But to be honest, in Dou Tang's perception at this moment, Taira no Masakado was at most a powerful evil spirit with an extremely strong aura, perhaps on the same level as Ito-sama.

Taira no Masakado slightly raised his hand, and the four little devils lowered their bodies, their legs trembling as they knelt down and slowly placed the sedan chair on the ground.

After completing all this, Taira no Masakado said in a deep voice, "Mr. Ren, this is our first meeting. I never expected you to look so young."

Dou Tang smiled and said, "He is more than a thousand years younger than you, Lord Taira no Masakado."

"Humph."

Ping Jiangmen snorted coldly, glancing at the six safe briefcases placed on the ground next to Dou Tang, his eyes narrowing noticeably.

Dou Tang noticed his gaze and said, "That's right, your limbs are inside."

“It seems,” Ping Jiangmen stared intently at Dou Tang, “that the person who took my limbs has quite a connection with Mr. Ren.”

Dou Tang raised his longsword and said, "What you think is none of my business."

A thick layer of dark mist swirled around the longsword, which was emanating from the sleeve of his wrist, and the surface of the sword crackled and corroded.

Dou Tang suddenly swung his sword, slashing at the briefcase at his feet!

Taira no Masakado's eyes widened in fury! He roared, "Stop!"

The longsword, wreathed in immense resentment, encountered the talismans on the briefcase with the ease of slicing through melons and vegetables; the talismans instantly turned into dull, worthless pieces of paper.

The metal boxes did nothing to stop Dou Tang's longsword. A flash of black light appeared, and the six briefcases opened with a thud.

The contents inside the box were instantly exposed to the air, and a foul stench rushed out with the airflow.

Dou Tang waved his hand to dispel the stench, kicked the six suitcases toward Ping Jiangmen, and said, "Here, return them to their rightful owner."

Taira no Masakado stared at the six briefcases that had landed in front of him, his expression incredibly strange. He frowned, his face contorted in a hideous grimace, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Are you insulting me?"

"If I wanted to insult you, I would have already done it," Dou Tang said with some disdain. "But now that you're physically disabled, you're really no fun for me."

If Taira no Masakado is just another Ito Oogami, then there's really no point in talking about him.

Taira no Masakado unleashed a torrent of curses, his voice booming like thunder, echoing far and wide: "Arrogant and conceited! You are clearly insulting me! You bastard!"

He glanced at the suitcase on the ground and finally let out a cold snort.

"Mr. Ren... since you are determined to die, then I will grant your wish!"

Chapter 101 Sharp Tongues and Clever Words are Strengths

Dou Tang smiled and nodded slightly, his blue eyes fixed on Ping Jiangmen opposite him, like a wild beast scrutinizing its prey before a hunt to see how delicious it would be.

When Taira no Masakado saw that look, he became even more furious and waved his hand.

"Giggle..."

On the ground, the briefcase whose inner lock had been broken by Dou Tang's longsword trembled and bounced on the ground with a creaking sound, and the contents inside began to come back to life.

"boom!"

After a series of soft clicks, the suitcases were opened by the contents hidden inside, revealing dark, emaciated skin inside.

The remains were fragments of a mummified corpse, including a hand as thin as a tree branch.

Those limbs began to jump wildly, bumping and leaping on the ground, like a basketball being thrown hard to the ground, jumping higher and higher, towards the not-too-distant Taira no Masakado.

Those limbs rose into the air and crashed into Taira no Masakado on the palanquin. The limbs pieced together to form a complete right arm, which then slipped into Taira no Masakado's sleeve.

"Phew..." Taira no Masakado let out a long breath.

The right hand is the hand that holds the sword. Taira no Masakado with and without a sword are completely different beings.

The dark hand slowly filled with blood, the thin arm slowly swelled, becoming slightly moist, and through the dark skin, one could see the blood slowly emerging beneath.

The jet black turned into a dark yellow, the arms became fuller, and the nails on the palms became smooth.

In just a few dozen seconds, Taira no Masakado's right hand was restored to its original state, except that the joint still bore the marks of being severed.

Taira no Masakado slowly moved his hands and said, "After I died, my subordinates divided my body into dozens of pieces and took them to various parts of Japan to be buried and enshrined, all for this moment!"

He suddenly clenched his fists, his arm muscles bulged, and his body suddenly swelled up, as if he had instantly become much stronger.

His aura shifted, transforming into a cold, fierce wind. The four little devils standing beside the sedan chair trembled uncontrollably, and the two little devils holding shamisen could no longer continue playing, causing the mournful music to pause abruptly.

"Who could have imagined that, more than a thousand years later, I would actually be resurrected and stand under this clear sky again?"

Taira no Masakado slowly stretched out his right hand towards the sky, as if trying to grasp the layers of thick clouds.

"And you, how laughable, actually think you can defeat someone like me?"

Taira no Masakado lowered his head, his eyes filled with pity and disdain as he looked at Toudou: "I once rebelled against the Emperor, and once rode my horse across the land, dragging Japan into the flames of war. I am the only person in the last thousand years to call himself the new Emperor!"

"Even this land beneath my feet, and the brightly lit city in the distance! And the countless citizens of this land, all must worship me! I am, without a doubt... God!"

As Taira no Masakado spoke, he became more and more agitated, his long white hair and beard flying wildly, like an angry lion roaring with its eyes open.

He slowly stood up, his aura swelling once more. This time, even colorless waves of wind could be seen erupting from his body, causing the dust on the bridge to scatter in all directions. His skirt and armor fluttered in the wind, carrying a surging, furious energy.

"Mr. Ren, pay the price for your arrogance." He stepped down from the palanquin, grinning broadly. "You've squandered your only chance to defeat me!"

He moved his right arm, his short stature gradually expanding as he slowly walked. The armor on his body creaked under the weight.

Taira no Masakado realized that the armor was too small, so he simply ripped it off and snorted coldly.

"Crunch, crunch..."

As he exerted tremendous force, the armor collapsed, the wiring broke apart, and armor plates flew everywhere, scattering all over the ground.

In the end, Taira no Masakado completely abandoned his armor, transforming into a burly man with a bare torso, broad and stout, his muscles bulging. Fine veins lined his sharply defined muscles, resembling a restless snake pit, inspiring awe and fear.

Jiangdao Yizai, who was not far away, changed his expression.

Dou Tang held a long sword, his smile widening, seemingly very excited, and slowly took half a step forward.

“Sing a haiku, Mr. Ren, or you’ll miss your chance!”

Taira no Masakado grinned maliciously, looking at the silent Dou Tang with full confidence.

The more silent Dou Tang remained, the more arrogant he became. Seeing that Dou Tang made no move, he directly shifted his attention to the people watching on both banks of the river.

He simply shouted, "Exorcists and monsters! Let this battle proclaim my resurrection and herald the official arrival of a new era!"

"From this day forward, I, Taira no Masakado, will be the one in the underworld of Tokyo..."

"Underground rats?"

A rather sarcastic voice rang out, interrupting Taira no Masakado's words.

Taira no Masakado narrowed his eyes instantly, his smile vanished, and he looked at Dou Tang.

Dou Tang sighed and shrugged, "We haven't even fought yet, old man. You're in such a hurry to brag. You'll be embarrassed when I beat you up later."

Taira no Masakado chuckled, stroked his beard, and said, "Mr. Ren, I'm still waiting to hear your haiku."

Dou Tang shook his head, stepped forward, pointed his long sword at the ground, and said, "I can't write haiku, but I'm quite good at writing your epitaph."

Taira no Masakado, enraged, laughed, casually resting his left hand on the scabbard, and said, "Hahahaha, people like you are rare in this era, much better than those exorcists."

After saying that, he placed his right hand on the scabbard and slowly drew it out.

The longsword was incredibly sharp, and when it was drawn from its sheath, it made a soft hum. The silvery blade was dazzling even without moonlight.

Taira no Masakado drew his sword, raised it with both hands, looked at the patterns on the blade, and said, "This is not my beloved sword itself, but it is still a masterpiece of a master craftsman. The materials used are the best of this era. The sword is engraved with the Kashima Yoshizo pattern and is named Yugoku Kyu Soma."

Holding the knife in both hands with a smile on his lips, he looked at Dou Tang and asked, "What is the name of the sword that Mr. Ren is using?"

Dou Tang looked at the longsword in his hand, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said loudly, "A defective product of modern craftsmanship."

After all, this was not his original sword.

Upon hearing this, Taira no Masakado...

Stunned.

Dou Tang continued, "For a rat like you who hides in sewage pipes and ekes out a living, a defective product made with modern technology is enough to deal with."

Sewage pipes? Rats?

Indeed, intimidated by Dou Tang, Ping Jiangmen, who had been hiding in the sewage treatment plant for more than half a month to accumulate strength, was nothing more than a rat in the sewage pipe in Dou Tang's eyes.

Upon hearing this, Taira no Masakado flew into a rage. The long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light as he brandished it twice on the spot, shouting, "You beast who only knows how to talk! Since that's how it is, I won't give you any face anymore! Die!"

After saying that, he rushed forward, his long sword flashing in the center!

With just one kick, the explosive force beneath his feet propelled his massive body forward, arriving before Dou Tang in an instant!

The long sword, gleaming with light, slashed down from the center. Dou Tang, whose body was locked by Taira no Masakado's aura, felt his body freeze for a moment, and it was too late to dodge.

So fast!

Chapter 102 On Swordsmanship: You Are No Match for Me

Dou Tang had no time to dodge. To be honest, this was the first time he had encountered a situation in this world where he had no time to dodge.

The solidified resentment emanating from Taira no Masakado forced Do-Tang to respond.

Dou Tang's heart surged with ruthlessness. Instead of retreating, he advanced, holding his sword in one hand. He slashed horizontally, meeting the long saber that was coming at him. The two weapons collided and rubbed together, sparking bright sparks. The sparks illuminated Taira no Masakado's laughing face.

The sword strike was extremely powerful. Dou Tang bent his arm halfway and only managed to block it when he brought it close to his face.

"Good!" Taira no Masakado laughed heartily, jumped back, and continued to stand guard with his sword, ready to strike at any moment.