40. This punch is called the Iron Fist of Materialism.
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What kind of cutie is this?
Ito Takumi blinked hard and looked back at the three people opposite.
"Did you see anything?" he asked tremblingly.
"Don't be afraid," Fujiwara Izaya comforted him, "it's just a female ghost."
"Um?"
Ito Takumi felt that this was very wrong.
But before his mind could turn around, a pair of extremely cold hands hugged his waist from behind.
The female ghost rested her chin on his shoulder, put her half-rotted lips against the tip of his nose, and coquettishly said in a horrifying voice like sand scratching across the glass surface: "You made me feel so comfortable last time.
Ah, do it again, or I will kill you."
Gan!
Ito Takumi's pupils shrank.
His mind was blank now, and he couldn't think about it at all, so he stood up based on instinct and ran towards the door.
Seeing the embarrassing appearance of him running away with a resentful spirit on his back, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't just sit back and ignore him, so he quickly got up and chased after him.
"Senior, wait for me!" Asuka Kasahara followed closely.
The Suzuki police officer took out his pistol, loaded it with special deactivating bullets, and ran leisurely.
The average length of service for Section 9 agents is five years.
Most people either died or were too stressed and left the Nine Lessons to receive psychiatric treatment.
The reason why Suzuki Police Department can work for ten years.
It's because he is cautious enough.
"Help-"
While running and screaming, Ito Takumi was so nervous that he accidentally fell to the ground.
The rotten face of the resentful spirit behind him slowly faced forward.
Fujiwara Izaya arrived in time, moved his heart from his waist to his lower body, and kicked the vengeful spirit in the face hard.
"Pfft~!"
The resentful spirit fell aside in response.
The head was twisted in an extremely exaggerated way, as if it had been kicked off.
Ito Takumi's expression froze, he gasped for air, looking like he was in shock.
In his sight, the resentful spirit was twisting and rolling on the ground. During this period, black and smelly liquid kept sliding down the rotten face. In the white-less eyes, the dark eyeballs stared at him maliciously.
The resentment contained in it made Ito Takumi's fingers tremble and his whole body became cold.
"Master Ito," Fujiwara Izaya asked with concern, "are you okay now?"
"No, it's okay!"
Ito Takumi stood up calmly.
Fujiwara Izaya no longer cared about him, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up and hit him.
"Wait a minute, no one can remove spirits like you!" Ito Takumi scolded, and at some point he took out a spiritual talisman from his pocket with his fingers, "Let me teach you what it means to remove spirits, watch it!"
"Spell: Sun Flame!"
The talisman floated up, and Ito Takumi drew complicated patterns in the air with his hands.
By manipulating divine power and reciting incantations, the magic talisman shines with dazzling light as if being swallowed by flames. The flames center on the magic talisman and expand outward in a radial pattern.
The dark night was illuminated, the resentment was evaporated, and the hot flames spread to the resentful spirit.
The flames engulfed the resentful spirit, making a sizzling sound like barbecue.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but admire.
The flashy presentation of Shinto magic spells is indeed very deceptive.
Of course...
The power is also quite small.
For example, although the resentful spirit in front of me screams in pain, if it were replaced by Fujiwara Izaya's physical salvation method, it is guaranteed that it would not survive for two seconds, and it would not be in any pain when it walked away.
Reflecting the struggling figure of the resentful spirit in his eyes, Ito Takumi shook his head, sighed, and said with pity: "What a pathetic woman."
Immediately afterwards, with this fierce expression, he turned to face Fujiwara Izaya and stood with his hands behind his back: "This is my strength, haven't you seen it?"
Sorry, it's really not enough... Fujiwara Izaya smiled politely and said: "It's amazing."
As if he had read through his mind, Takumi Ito sneered: "Did you know that I have seven kinds of spells that can purify this little resentful spirit?"
"I admire you!" Fujiwara forced a smile and nodded.
Next to her, Asuka Kasahara stared at the wraiths rolling in the firelight with a bored expression, thinking that if it were her, it would only take less than a minute to clock out.
If it were Rinko Hoshimi who came here, how long would it take?
Just as she was mentally comparing herself to another talented witch, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the corridor, swaying the firelight violently.
A little cold.
Kasahara Asuka's bored expression suddenly became vivid.
There was a faint smile between his eyebrows, as if he had a premonition that something interesting was about to happen.
The yin energy is getting stronger and stronger.
Fujiwara Rinya also felt the same.
It's just that he is a little strange. These Yin Qi are very messy and disorderly, as if they are emitted by many individuals.
The sudden drop in temperature in the corridor also attracted Ito Takumi's attention.
"Woo~"
A shrill cry sounded, and the fire went out.
In the unlit space, several humans had no idea what was happening. They could only sense the danger and evil from the strong smell of blood in the air.
Something unusual and ominous has appeared!
The resentful spirit that was roasted by the fire suddenly began to crawl. Half of its blood-stained hair was burned off, revealing an extremely miserable face.
Ito Takumi rubbed his eyes and instantly got goosebumps all over his body.
A large gash was cut across his forehead by a sharp blade, his eyes were bloodshot and protruded outwards, his half-open mouth was filled with sticky blood, and his throat made intermittent "oo...ha..." sounds.
"Ha, it hurts so much——"
The resentful spirit twisted like a snake and crawled toward the living person.
The blood dripping on the ground quickly flowed towards Ito Takumi.
In the process of crawling, the resentful spirit also raised its head, and its lips seemed to be swollen from being beaten many times, and it seemed to be squirming as if it wanted to say something.
But when it opened its mouth, only blood continued to flow, and no words came out.
"Master Ito, this thing is very dangerous," Fujiwara Izaya reminded very thoughtfully, "Why don't you step back first and let me deal with it."
"I, I...I'm not afraid!"
Ito Takumi, who was so frightened that he felt scared, gritted his teeth and shouted to be brave!
After being stunned for two seconds, he hurriedly took out a bunch of magic talismans.
Then, as if he didn't want any money, he threw out all the various talismans in his hand.
He used all his strength to cast the spell, and the talisman turned into dazzling lights, making the resentful spirit writhe in pain and wail endlessly.
However, the resentment rolling around the resentful spirit did not dissipate at all. Instead, it became more intense as the number of times it was whipped increased.
"Senior, have you noticed?" Asuka Kasahara came over and gently tugged on his sleeve, "This resentful spirit seems to have died for the same reason as the one we just encountered. It cannot be killed by an attack.
It will increase its resentment."
Fujiwara Izaya nodded and said to her: "I suspect it was artificially created in the same way."
Hearing this, Kasahara Asuka's expression became serious.
The vengeful spirit was obviously tortured to death, so not only can the scraping method not purify it, but it will also make it relive the inhuman torture it suffered before death, resulting in a rapid increase in resentment and super doubling of strength.
After an indiscriminate attack on the enemy, Ito Takumi was panting from exhaustion and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The resentful spirit, who was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, raised his face covered in blood and stared at him with pleading eyes: "Just a few more hits."
Not very aggressive.
But it's very insulting.
Ito Takumi shrank his neck and deliberately wanted to continue showing off.
But he really didn't have the courage to stay here anymore, so he said harshly: "Look at how pitiful you were when you were alive, I will let you go this time, why don't you leave quickly!"
The experienced Fujiwara Izaya rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.
He knows it very well.
From now on, Miss Wraith will go berserk.
It's going to start killing the novice priests.
really.
It was exactly as Fujiwara Izaya expected.
After listening to Ito Takumi's words, Miss Wraith's blood-covered face suddenly changed drastically.
From an expression of pleading and pleading to an expression of sadness that is about to cry and despair...and then, it turns into an expression of resentment, anger, and hysterical terror.
"Uh-huh...uh-huh..."
A majestic resentment surged out from nowhere, wrapping it up and churning endlessly.
The strength broke through to the upper level at this moment. The originally broken body of the resentful spirit expanded rapidly, and the blood vessels swelled and appeared on the surface of the skin. It screamed in pain like tearing, and a large amount of blood poured out from the whole body.
The sudden change frightened Takumi Ito.
"ah--"
Frightened by this sudden move, he staggered two steps, stumbled on his feet, screamed and sat down on the ground, waiting to die.
The resentful spirit floated directly into the air and rushed over with a roar.
The distance is less than two meters!
Under the dull expression on Ito Takumi's face, Fujiwara Izaya rushed forward and ran directly towards the resentful spirit.
What does he want to do?
Rush up and wrestle with the resentful spirit?
Is this still a priest... Ito Takumi was immediately dumbfounded.
The resentful spirit rushed in front of him, closed his two pale and slender palms, and slapped Fujiwara Izaya on the head hard.
It looked like a weak little hand, but the whistling sound caused by the breaking wind made people believe that even a wall would be broken into pieces by this slap.
Kasahara Asuka watched this scene helplessly.
She only felt that her rapid heartbeat merged with the sound of Fujiwara Izaya's footsteps.
"Come on..." She couldn't help but murmured.
Amidst the cheering sound of the little miko, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly bent down and avoided the hands of the resentful spirit. At the same time, he kept his forward posture and stretched his hands forward to cover the slender waist of Miss Wraith.
In close contact, you can even smell the rancid smell of the resentful spirit.
Rest in peace... Fujiwara Izaya mourned for it in his heart for a second, and then he used both hands and waist to hug the resentful spirit's waist and threw him backwards.
Click——
The head of the wraith touched the ground, and its neck bones broke.
On the head with only a bit of skin attached to it, the dark eyes with no whites were still full of resentment towards strangers, and the obsession had not dissipated at all.
Fujiwara Izaya sighed and raised his fist.
Smash it down.
The whole head suddenly turned into countless tiny black gravels, scattered on the ground, and the twitching body of the resentful spirit turned into the same black sand.
this……
Takumi Ito does not practice taijutsu.
But Fujiwara Izaya's simple punch was full of a return to nature in his eyes, which made him indescribably powerful.
Then, Priest Ito from Yoshiwara Shrine asked in a trembling voice: "What kind of boxing is this?"
Boxing?
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
He really hasn't thought about boxing.
This punch was essentially a casual punch without any skills, just the power gained from seventeen years of experience.
What should I call it?
Flat A?
Normal attack?
A serious punch?
No matter how I think about it, it feels so perfunctory.
Think about it for a moment.
Fujiwara Izaya looked serious and replied slowly: "This punch is called the Iron Fist of Materialism."
"...Huh?" Ito Takumi was completely stunned.
Is this person still angry, so I'm teasing him?
"Senior's words are really interesting." Kasahara Asuka smiled and walked forward from behind.
Looking at the black gravel scattered on the ground, she continued to smile, and gently stretched out her hand to pull Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve: "Senior, your work is not done yet."
"Huh?" Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her.
In the dim night, the girl's already elegant and refined temperament became even more aloof.
"These grievances must be completely eliminated," Asuka Kasahara was like a master carpenter looking at a piece of wood, her eyes taking in every corner of his body. "Senior, please use a spell to purify it, otherwise it will be resurrected."
Of course Fujiwara Izaya knew this.
He didn't use his demonic power.
Facing high-level resentful spirits, purely physical attacks can only disperse the resentment.
After a period of time, when the resentment regroups, the resentment spirit will come back to life.
"Well, I don't know how to spell." Fujiwara Izaya wiped his palms with a casual expression, "It's not like you don't know. I told you a long time ago that I don't know how to do it at all. I only have brute strength. Please don't do it anymore."
Let me..."
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you now!"
Kasahara Asuka remained motionless, looking at Fujiwara Izaya's face with unusual stubbornness.
Due to her professional sensitivity, she naturally sensed that Fujiwara Izaya was avoiding something. Whether it was the wording of her answers or the tone of her speech, there seemed to be something wrong, making it difficult to be sincerely convinced.
Such a discovery is just a momentary intuition without evidence.
But she firmly believed that Fujiwara Izaya must have something to hide.
During the silence, Fujiwara Izaya adjusted his breathing several times: "Can I ask the shikigami to come out and help?"
The shikigami contract is also a magic contract unique to Shintoism, which requires divine power to be concluded and driven.
Kasahara Asuka then took a step back with her arms crossed, making room to observe Fujiwara Izaya from behind.
Those cherry-colored lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and they were tilted upward at a very cute angle. They were far more childish than before, and they were probably fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Crack!"
Fujiwara Izaya gave a light high-five.
Then, he folded his hands, made a formal Shinto finger gesture to summon the shikigami, and pushed forward.
"The formations are arranged in five directions, and the shikigami supports the wings!"
In the eyes of others, the way he pretended to recite the incantation seemed a bit like a priest.
"Xue Ji, come out!"
The temperature dropped suddenly and snowflakes started to fall in the corridor.
Kasahara Asuka curled her hair with her fingers and stared at Fujiwara Izaya's head.
In the dim space, a five-pointed star formation appeared quietly. This formation has a very nice name in Shintoism - Platycodon Seal. It was created by the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei, so it is also called Seimei Platycodon Seal.
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In Asuka Kasahara's understanding, monsters cannot use divine power!
It's a pity that she didn't know that Fujiwara Rin could also use divine power, but every time he would be hit by the backlash of the power, he would vomit a few mouthfuls of blood.
[Random mission completed]
[Reward: 5000 points, magatama x10]
The system popped up a prompt, and Fujiwara Izaya turned around and saw the school girl smiling from the bottom of her heart.
This was a smile that was prettier and more personal than any of her previous smiles.
The formation is just a special effect that comes with the system. The little girl is so easy to deceive... Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If he had known that the task was so easy to complete, he should have just called Yuki-onna out to walk on the street when he first met her.