Rewind the clock a minute.

A group of Yakuza hurried into the alley.

This is near the office building, and Narumi Shingo has a good relationship with these gang members, so he didn't plan to send them to death, and if those Arakawa sects really had a problem, he would be able to save them.

However, since they are back, it means that things are going well.

Although the leading Yakuza was drenched in the rain, he seemed to be in a good mood, after all, for most humans, bullying the weak can bring them some pleasure to a greater or lesser extent.

He recounted the situation as it was truthfully and simply, without exaggeration, but also without modesty.

This means that they have done things well, they respect Narumi Shingo very much, if this teacher is happy and teaches them a few secret techniques, in the future, the extreme fire will also have a little more capital to save their lives, which is a very important thing.

Narumi Shingo listened to the leader's report with an unchanged face, and quietly frowned.

It was clear that while things were going well, it wasn't what he wanted.

Just as he was about to send these Yakuza away and think of something else, he heard swift footsteps.

Narumi Shingo's face changed, but a smile appeared on his face, he heard that something was wrong with this step, and the frequency was a little fast and scary.

"Let's go!"

This is said to those Yakuza people.

Although I don't know why Shingo Narumi suddenly said this, they are still willing to listen to Shino's words.

And just when these Yakuza said goodbye unhurriedly and walked to the end of the alley, Narumi Shingo's eyes went dark, and a hazy figure had blocked the mouth of the alley in front of him.

The unremarkable scabbard slowly revealed its true face in the sword bag, and Narumi Shingo pressed his thumb against the blade, and a wisp of golden cold light gradually bloomed with a strange brilliance, almost wanting to come out of the sheath.

The man in the suit, whose face had been distorted, made a strange sound of ho-ho, stared at the back of Yakuza in the distance, but soon, he shifted his gaze to Narumi Shingo.

"It's you..."

"Blasphemer!"

"You did it!"

The man in the suit was a little slurred, and what he said was vague, and he could only barely be understood.

It was clear that he recognized Shingo Narumi, a teenager who had not been proselytized by him yesterday and had impressed him with the nickname "Blasphemous".

Shingo Narumi's mood didn't fluctuate, and he even felt a little funny.

The god they worship is the lord of Arakawa, so... He is the one who blasphemed the Lord of the Arakawa?

What is this?

I scolded myself?

It's funny enough.

The sarcastic smile on Shingo Narumi's face was the fuse that made the man in the suit angry.

His throat swelled and gurgled like a fish in the sea spitting bubbles, like the desperate wails of a drowning man about to be poured into his trachea.

The body of the man in the suit is undergoing weird, bizarre, and daunting changes.

The muscles on his face gradually squirmed, as if there were countless small insects churning under his skin, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyeballs became large and protruding, his complexion became gray and green, and the surface of his body gradually became smoother, and it seemed to shine when it was rained.

The corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears, his teeth turned out, and several irregular slits were cracked above his neck and under his mouth, and there was no blood flowing out, a bit like... Fish gills.

At the same time, his five fingers were almost joined together, and a tough membrane grew between his fingers, like the webbing of an amphibian—he was physiologically detached from the realm of a human being.

At first glance, this person looks like a fishman in a Western fantasy story, a fishman in a suit.

Narumi Shingo took in the change, and his eyes were filled with doubt.

"What is this... Is it a water demon? ”

"Impossible, there can still be a water demon in this barren river that I haven't seen before? He doesn't have a demonic aura on him, what the hell is this! ”

"It stands to reason that such a weak monster should have been sealed into the dream mirror, how could it get out?"

"Are they the messengers of some god? No... No, then they can't abandon their gods and worship my name instead! ”

The "fish man" on the other side didn't give Narumi Shingo much time to think.

"Tear you apart... Shredding you! ”

"Your entrails are a gift to our Lord!"

The hoarse and piercing sound like the friction of iron pieces sounded in this silent rainy day, which was extremely terrifying.

Shingo Narumi shook his head disapprovingly.

"Don't give it to me—human offal, it's not in my recipe."

Narumi Shingo's cold voice rang out, and at the same time, there was the generous sound of the sword unsheathed.

The fish-man seemed to be at home in this weather, his bare skin covered with scales, blended with the heavy rain, slippery like a loach, and scowled at Narumi Shingo with a sinister smile.

The sharp webs shone with a cold glow, and the speed was so fast that he pulled out the afterimage, and he really wanted to disembowel Narumi Shingo.

He was greeted by a gilded sword light.

The sea country in Narumi Shingo's hand is out of the sheath between a thought and a thought, and there is no fancy "mirage" or "extraordinary power".

It's just that the mortal body is urging this knife with pure "power".

If there are any characteristics of this knife... That's fast and accurate.

The knife cut out horizontally, cut off the two "webs" in half, and then made a close contact with the gray-green skin with fish scales, penetrated through the body without hindrance, and easily cut the upper body of the "fish man" in half, and the blue strange blood water spilled all over the ground, gradually blending into the rain.

The bluffing-looking scales and sharp webbings, like papier-mâché, had no effect.

What Kiyoshi Uesugi saw was this knife.

He is an expert, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to make such a knife.

Although it was only a glimpse, with the scene he had just seen, he could cope with a sudden attack of that speed, and he struck out and cut the enemy in two, and only two of the swordsmen he had ever seen could do this.

Dongwen's demon knife, as well as his junior sister Rin.

If you change to an ordinary swordsman, I'm afraid that if you don't come back to your senses, you will be dissected by that monster, and your internal organs will flow all over the ground.

Shingo Narumi won't.

Since ancient times, the demons of Arakawa have a violent temperament, like to fight, bloody battles often arise, and monsters are endless.

And the Lord of Arakawa is the strongest of them.

I don't know how many water demons have been slashed, and the swordsmanship that is only born for fighting is efficient and powerful.

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's exclamation, Shingo Narumi reined in his seemingly nonexistent killing intent, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

Then, the two were stunned almost at the same time.

The reason why Shingo Narumi was a little dazed was because he seemed to remember something from the past, frowned and looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi, and groaned for a while before he sighed in a low voice--"There is a familiar taste, but I shouldn't have seen this face." ”

And the reason why Uesugi Kiyoshi stopped was simple.

"Unknown Divine Soul Fluctuations Detected - Matching."

"Matched."

"This is a god, on the whitelist, and the capture operation is canceled."

"Its name is the Lord of Arakawa!"