I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Thirty seconds later, the barrier formed by the "Achilles Shield" shattered to the ground under the impact of dozens of "resurrected" flesh.

Layers upon layers of ripples bloomed towards the surroundings, turning all the strange pieces of meat they touched into minced meat.

This is the last gift from "The World in the Eyes of the Gods".

"Songsuke, what are you waiting for..."

At the edge of the forest, Erqian Ryoma, who was originally "squatting with his head on the ground", secretly turned his head, and seemed to have discovered something.

Following his horrified gaze, several tentacles were strenuously extending towards the body of a certain middle-aged man lying there powerlessly on the edge of the barren land covered with minced meat and mucous membranes, silently stretching his body. The well-fitting suit swallowed, and it was about to drown the last remaining bright Mediterranean...

Before two, Ryoma got up and pointed at a reflective object at Sosuke Araki's feet, on the edge of the fleshy zone, and let out a desolate roar: "If you don't do it again, the vice president of the Spirit Eliminator Association will become that person in front of you." Guy's excrement!"

"Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself. When these things are reorganized, we will be finished!"

Niya frowned, and yelled loudly at the distant figure who had been waiting for more than ten seconds on the edge of the grass in weird Japanese, "You bastard, why are you still standing there? Don’t you guys all have weak waists at critical moments?!!!”

"Immediately... Immediately, I already feel it..."

Araki Sousuke, who was standing with his hands behind his back and frowning together, had no time to hear the roar of the two of them clearly.

As if something was brewing, he walked slowly towards the "giant squid" in front of him.

"Uh, it's disgusting, sticky..."

As he stepped on, wisps of resentment were drawn from the mucous membranes, minced meat, and unknown liquid covering the ground, and rushed towards his body.

The originally desolate, dark red ground like a blood scab suddenly shrank inward as if withered, revealing the dry and broken land that was barren of grass.

Even the flesh and blood that had already submerged Hiroshi Tokita began to shrink inward, dry up, and turn into ashes as he approached.

The huge tower made of flesh and blood, with thousands of green compound eyes on its body, stared at the blond man behind him as if sensing a huge threat.

"Hiss...Tekley...Tekley..."

Seemingly very angry at the territory being "occupied", the monster developed several huge mouths and roared frantically.

It's a pity that this dense "wink" that can make all creatures go crazy in an instant was thrown to a man who didn't know how to appreciate it.

At the same time, several naked men who were "predating" in the outer forest also appeared from the dense vegetation and surrounded him.

"Hey, is this disgusting guy again?"

Seeing those men wriggling tentacles on their heads approaching him happily and distortedly, Araki Sousuke couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Do you still want to treat me to 'Fat Intestine Octopus Sashimi'... Sorry, X-fighter, I won't be defeated twice by the same move!"

"puff."

Facing the several men attacking in front of him, his eyes were condensed slightly, his toes were on the ground, his waist was lowered, his hips were twisted, his left hand was on top, his right hand was on the bottom, and he was close to his waist. Several men rushed away, turning their fists into palms.

The gust of wind fluttered with the strength of the fist, and an indescribable domineering air that seemed to kill everything leaked from the side of Araki Sousuke's gradually opened palm.

The secret technique is Utral Ara-Korosu Hadoken.

...

"My head hurts... Coach, did I win the diving competition?" 』

Amidst the chaotic thoughts and terrifying whispers, Hiroshi Toda struggled to open his eyes under the misty moonlight again because of the sense of touch covering his body surface and the consciousness of the brutal attack.

"No, I don't know how to dive at all... Calm down, Tokita... Bah... I was caught by that ghost..."

Not far away, a familiar blond man in a crumpled Brazilian suit and BAPE pants was standing proudly in the night wind with his back to him.

No matter how hard he squeezed his throat, he couldn't even pronounce the words "broken throat".

"Who are you……"

Not far in front of that person, there are several men with meat wrapped around their heads, swinging their crotches and indescribable existence, rushing towards him.

"careful. 』

Facing these ferocious ghosts, I saw that the man lowered his waist and turned sideways from a long distance away, clasped his hands on his waist, and assumed a power-storing posture that Hiroshi Tokota was familiar with.

Immediately, the man's folded hands swung out suddenly, and hit him with a violent air current...

Air.

『What is he doing...was he struggling for nothing? 』

Seeing the unscathed ghosts approaching at high speed, Toda Hiroshi, unable to move, showed a look of despair.

Even he couldn't resist the terrifying erosion of consciousness by these ghosts, and this person should have become delirious and at a loss because of this.

In the air, a slightly colored, condensed air mass was pushed out from between the man's hands and moved forward slowly.

"hiss……"

Sprinting forward, bumping into the air mass pushed by the blond man, those "men" suddenly stopped and fell forward feebly...

"Hiss... hiss..."

A handful of black flames rose silently from the flesh covering their heads, and those tentacles, mouthparts, and eyeballs were burned to ashes in convulsions, revealing the sleeping faces of the men in pain and joy.

Looking carefully, there is a faint blood-like dark red in the black flame.

At this moment, they were still half a meter away from the unfathomable blond man standing with his hands behind his back.

What kind of sharp spirit removal technique is this...

Who is this man?

Looking at the man who was downplaying and removing the scary ghost from the air, and smelling the familiar smell in his nasal cavity, Tokita Hiroshi's vague consciousness seemed to grasp something vaguely.

"That move looks simple and unpretentious. It is not suitable for demonstration in a confined space. It can barely be regarded as a practical technique..."

Yesterday, in the interview room, a certain man's unconvincing introduction and the biochemical behavior that caused the entire room to be blocked and abandoned gradually overlapped with the scene in front of him.

What was I thinking? If it was that bug, I am afraid that I would be powerless against such a powerful ghost...

Just hope that guy runs away and doesn't turn into one of those tentacle-wearing fruit men.

Just when Toda Hiroshi threw his wild thoughts out of his mind, the blond man not far away turned towards him.

"Araki... Sousuke? ! 』

Under the moonlight, the blond man's sinful face made Hiroshi Tsuneda's heart skip a beat on the ground, and he "lifted his spirits", and even his thoughts became much clearer.

Is... is it him? !

That inexplicable move that knocked down several ghosts in an instant, was full of strong flavor...

Unexpectedly, it was really his so-called spirit removal technique? !