"Don’t say, this story was actually quite interesting."
"Interesting, sure, but the map was a bit short."
"You can tell just by looking that it turned into a demon through storytelling, but can it really be that easy to beco a demon?"
"Well, it’s the Eastern Country, you know. There are three demons in every cesspool! Take so ti to get familiar."
"What’s the story behind this? Explain in detail!"
...
Watching the playful chat in the barrage with no sense of tension, Feng Xue silently calculated the ti. At that mont, Feng Xue suddenly thought, was the strength of Yan Country martial arts too high, causing the audience to watch the Kaidan transform on-site without a hint of tension?
Sotis he would think that the current Yan Country had nothing to fear from the so-called Hundred Tales, thinking it could be slowly guided. But when considering the existence of the "item," Feng Xue dismissed this idea.
After all, combat between Kaidan was only a small aspect of physical strength. The real focus was the confrontation of powers and settings.
Setting was greater than anything. Special skills against immortals, facing a Golden Bell Shield expert who could withstand direct missile bombardnt, Hundred Tales only needed a flaying knife to break through defenses. In Eastern legends, there was no shortage of demons capable of countering the indestructible and unparalleled defense.
The stories prepared in the Hundred Tales were not long, ranging from one minute to three minutes, roughly the length of an 800-word composition.
When the young man’s body slowly beca covered with armor that had a leather texture, as the symbol of the alien Masked Rider appeared on the Night Parade of Hundred Demons scroll, only two minutes had passed.
"Calm down, calm down, that scroll didn’t have an unbreakable attribute. Destroy it later with so indescribable rod-like item." Feng Xue entered a state of Bright Mirror, calming his emotions completely to avoid being sensed by any demon with mind-reading abilities, while constantly noting the position of every Kaidan present to ensure he could seize the right mont.
But just then, a Kaidan with two protruding eyes occupying most of its face suddenly cried out—
"Danger, it’s a missile. Soone has attacked here with missiles! It will hit the Sky Tree in at most one minute!"
As the words fell, the audience in the live broadcast exploded. Listening to stories was just for fun, but a bloodbath was the scene worth looking forward to!
"Don’t be too bloody, otherwise it won’t be broadcast!"
"Are you dumb? If it can’t be broadcast on Catfish, head to YouTube!"
"The account you searched for has been canceled..."
...
While the excited audience began to revel, a few unaffected mbers of the Neon Resistance Organization started gathering power, planning to gain sothing out of the chaos. However, nations with the missile capability and monitoring Tokyo were confused—
Who fired the missile? When was it launched? Why didn’t our satellites detect it?
"What’s with the panic?!"
Just as noise arose in the room, interrupting Wu, who was just about to speak, the youth with giant horns shouted in anger. He raised the wine gourd tied to his waist and took several bold gulps. When the spellcasting posture was completed, the scenery of the room began to rapidly twist.
The original lampwick grass tatami turned into earth and rubble, as saplings shot up from the ground, instantly transforming from tender shoots to giant trees.
Next, the ground began to rise continuously, and the surrounding walls gradually receded, replaced by a solitary peak filled with a Japanese atmosphere, akin to the ruined shrine map from Monster Hunter: Rise.
Countless amanojaku erged from various corners of the solitary peak. At a glance, the mountains were covered with long-horned demons in blue, red, green, or purple hues.
Then, a vermilion torii gate suddenly arose from the mountainside, followed by shrine-thed buildings.
The Kaidan who originally sat in the room now all stood on the stone slab in the center of the shrine, and the candle stands, still burning with the Kaidan Fire, continued to form a silent circle.
Feng Xue looked up at the missile seemingly already close from the sky, reaching out to pat his stomach.
Though it was a seemingly insignificant gesture, Feng Xue clearly felt at least a dozen killing intentions rushing toward him, yet quietly dispersed just before contact.
Confirming the Decision Cane was still effective, he discreetly released the Masked Rider transformation, leaving only a set of iron armor underneath.
"Why are you all just standing there? Go on!" Yoshitsune glared back, and the dazed Wu imdiately snapped back to reality. Although he suspected that with the current situation, everyone’s attention might not be on his storytelling, he did not dare defy the deputy leader’s orders. He promptly picked out the story that best matched his candle and prepared to speak.
But just as he uttered the first word, a trendously loud explosion overshadowed his voice, and the missile struck violently against the protruding cliff of Mount Oe that sheltered the shrine. The terrifying shock and vibration caused the Kaidan Fire on the candlestands to flicker.
Yet Mount Oe seemingly possessed the indestructibility typical of illusionary constructs. Even when directly struck by a missile, not a single stone fragnt flew off.
Yet, in the mont the smoke rose, a massive shadow fell from the smoke and dust. A big demon, not at all aligned with the artistic style of the hillside’s other demons, stepped out.
"Now’s the ti!"
The power at Feng Xue’s feet suddenly erupted, the Complete Heaven Shifting Star Skill unfolded, and his figure appeared beside Yoshitsune. From this angle, this position, anyone would think he aid to assassinate Yoshitsune.
It was then that the exclamation broke out—
"Deputy leader! Be careful!"
Before the words were finished, Yoshitsune leaped high, his seemingly thin arms carrying imnse power that even made the air quiver, hamring down on Feng Xue, who seed intent on assassinating him.
Bang!
The intense impact followed, and Yoshitsune’s expression shifted imdiately, for the force of that punch was way off!
He wanted to deliver another blow imdiately, but Feng Xue’s body had already soared into the sky from his smash. Those mocking words followed—
"You’ve been tricked! Yoshitsune, in terms of tactical cunning, I’m still better. Does this direction look familiar? It’s my escape route! Wryyyyyyyy!"
Accompanied by this ridiculous line, a burst of cheer rose from the live broadcast, and Feng Xue had co into contact with the massive shadow falling from the sky.
Two beams of golden light lit up like opened eyes, and a heavy body landed on the ground. With palms stretching wide, the moonlit silver-gray armor and structure filled with chanical finesse provided a visual impact beyond its ti.
"Bzzz, bzzz..."
Shuddering sounds reverberated in the sky as the angel envoy’s oncoming BGM played, and a towering chanical construct of twelve ters stood before the ancient-style solitary peak shrine, defying its art style.
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