Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Here… …

Is it a little too quiet?

Just as Yōko thought this, she suddenly heard a collision and an indescribable, squeezing sound coming from the stairwell.

"Someone?"

Yōko's pupils shrank in shock, but then she breathed a sigh of relief.

The oppressive atmosphere of that eerie silence, combined with the recent accidents, made walking alone in the dim stairwell a great test of mental fortitude.

However, Yōko wasn't too worried about malicious people.

Back in the day, she had practiced Aikido with her younger sister, Yukino.

Three or five ordinary men couldn't get close to her.

What's more… …

Yōko took out a dark, rubber baton from her bosom.

With this stun baton in hand, what was there to fear from malicious people?

Yōko slowed her pace and slowly walked out of the stairwell, entering a flat floor.

Just then.

"Splat."

Hearing the sound under her feet and the stickiness on the soles of her shoes, Yōko frowned slightly and looked down involuntarily.

Through the faint red moonlight from outside the window, her pupils dilated in shock when she saw the ground clearly.

"This, this is! ?"

The cement floor was covered in dark red blood.

The blood and dust had congealed into an incredibly viscous substance, emitting a nauseating odor.

When Yōko looked up again, she saw a snake-shaped monster, so large it was unbelievable, had appeared not far in front of her, illuminated by the moonlight.

The monster's vertical eye contained two rows of chilling teeth.

Monsters of terrifying shapes and sizes were lined up in a deathly queue, each one voluntarily entering the monster's vertical eye.

The squeezing sound she had just heard was the sound of the vertical-eyed monster crushing the other monsters, the pieces of flesh slowly merging with the eyeball.

Watching this eerie and terrifying scene, Yōko felt the blood in her body stop flowing at that moment.

"Hoo… …"

The snake-shaped monster's giant eyeball rotated slightly.

Its emotionless eyes locked directly onto Yōko.

The spirits, originally lined up in a long queue, turned their heads one after another.

They didn't say a word, but slowly approached Yōko.

"D-Don't, don't come over."

Yōko pressed the button on the stun baton, and a dazzling electric light flashed from the tip of the rubber baton.

But for the spirits, this had absolutely no deterrent effect.

If it were a palm thunder, they might still be a little afraid.

But a rubber stun baton?

Don't be silly.

Even in the face of such a terrifying sight, Yōko only leaned against the wall, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't lose her composure.

She could even hold onto the baton in her hand.

"Am I… … going to die here?"

Looking at the many spirits surrounding her, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yōko's lips.

This meaningless life, which has always been a pretense… …

Is it going to end so hastily today?

"N-No, don't… …"

Yōko slumped to the ground, a deep look of despair in her beautiful eyes.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the stairwell.

"The spirits seem to be increasing."

After this calm young girl's voice sounded, it was followed by a voice with a hint of a smile, as if enjoying a vacation, even revealing a strange anticipation.

"Yes, we should resolve this as soon as possible."

Along with this conversation, Yozora and Miko Yotsuya, holding a long sword, slowly walked in, to Yōko's shocked gaze.

How did the long sword get on the train?

Very simple.

Yozora had Hachishaku swallow the long sword into its belly, and only spit it out again when they got off the train.

Anyway, Hachishaku was long enough, so it could also be used as an invisible suitcase.

This is called developing all the utilizable value.

"You, who are you?"

Miko Yotsuya glanced at Yōko Yukinoshita, leaning against the wall, carefully examining the other's beautiful face, her brow furrowing slightly, a sense of familiarity coming from her heart.

Of course, she knew that now was not the time to ask about the other's identity.

"There are unexpected people involved, so the plan has to be changed. I'll protect her."

"Yeah, okay."

Yozora casually agreed, took two steps forward, looked directly at the group of spirits in front of him, and the snake-shaped spirit lurking in the back, looking at him with its vertical eye, and waved his hand with a smile.

"Yo, hello, long time no see."

Afterward, he glanced at the surrounding ground and the crimson moon outside the window, and muttered.

"Has this floor already merged with the floors in the other world? The progress is really fast."

Yozora shrugged his shoulders, the smile on his face gradually disappearing, and a strange excitement appeared in his eyes.

"This is really interesting."

"Come!"

As soon as Yozora said this word, the next thing that happened was a scene that neither Miko Yotsuya nor Yōko had expected.

The pale ghost hand appeared again, but this time, it wasn't floating in the air.

Instead, Yozora's left arm, from the shoulder down, directly turned into the appearance of a pale ghost hand!

"This is! ?"

What shocked Yōko was the ghostly appearance of the pale ghost hand and the suffocating sense of oppression.

What surprised Miko Yotsuya was that Yozora was actually able to do this!

Soul materialization is the ability to make one's soul and heart visible, in order to fight against spirits.

And what Yozora is doing now is to fuse the ghost hand formed by soul materialization with his own body again!

"He can actually do this kind of operation?"

Chapter 058 Enjoying the Massacre of Spirits, the Yōkai Flying Head

Miko Yotsuya looked at Yozora, whose left arm had turned into the appearance of a pale ghost hand, exuding a palpitating aura, and couldn't help but pursed her lips tightly, a look of shock and envy intertwined in her eyes.

The other party's talent is really amazing.

Whether it is soul materialization, merging with one's own materialized soul, or manipulating the power of spirits to form weapons.

All of this was completed independently by Yozora.

Miko Yotsuya even suspected that in the entire Sakura Province, and even in the history of the entire world, the other party was the first person to develop these abilities.

There's also one more thing.

Even though Rio Futaba's rational analysis is very important, the connection between the other world, the surface world, and the "gate", if it weren't for Yozora going back and forth in the other world and collecting a lot of information, until now, the connection between these three would definitely still be a mystery.

At this moment, Miko Yotsuya recalled a chuunibyou word that Yozora had said on the day Rio Futaba joined the club.

"I am the only hope chosen by God to save this collapsing world, a chosen one with unruly qualifications!"

Could it be… …

Did he really say it right?

"You… … who exactly are you?"

At this time, Yōko Yukinoshita was completely dumbfounded.

Things happened too suddenly, and she found that she couldn't understand at all.

What are those things?

Who are this boy and girl who look like high school students?

What exactly is going on now?

"Honestly hide behind me and don't run around."

Hearing Miko Yotsuya's emotionless words, a helpless bitterness appeared on Yōko's face.

Did she even need the other party to say that?

Originally, even in the face of a large number of terrifying spirits, Yōko was still able to barely maintain her sanity and had the strength to wield the rubber stun baton in her hand.

But when she saw Yozora and Miko appear, and heard the two of them talking, it seemed that they had a way to deal with these things, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

As soon as she relaxed, she felt that her body was now sore and soft, and she had no strength at all.

She couldn't run even if she wanted to.

"Open your eyes, Hyakume."

With Miko Yotsuya's soft shout, Hyakume, dressed in a kimono and wooden clogs, and dressed very elegantly, appeared in front of her.

Miko Yotsuya gripped the long sword tightly in both hands, took a deep breath, and looked directly at the restless spirits, her golden eyes revealing an unprecedented tenacity and decisiveness.

"Going on, Hya… …"

"Come on!"

Just as Miko Yotsuya was halfway through her words, she was interrupted by Yozora's words, which revealed a sense of madness and excitement.

In the next second, she saw that the other party, who usually advocated caution and rationality, actually rushed straight towards the spirits in front of him.

Before Miko Yotsuya could even remind him, what happened next was a scene that would be unforgettable for her and Yōko for the rest of their lives.

"Bang!"

Yozora stretched out his pale left hand, his five fingers clasped on the top of a spirit's head, and with just a little force, the spirit's head instantly burst open, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating.

This was only the beginning.

"Spear."

In Yozora's eyes, it seemed as if flames of excitement and joy were burning, and the power of the spirits condensed in his right hand, forming a spear.

He threw it out with all his strength, piercing through the bodies of more than a dozen spirits in a row, just like threading candied haws at a temple fair.

There was silence in the arena.

Miko Yotsuya and Yōko, not far away, saw that the spirits actually retreated slightly when facing Yozora standing there.

Do spirits also feel fear?

"What's wrong?"

Yozora looked at the spirits retreating backward, revealing a smile that was different from the madness and excitement in his eyes, giving people a sense of intimacy.