Chapter 136: The Second Half

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“Why is he still standing?” the leader of Group Eight, Drunkard, asked in surprise.

“Could it be that the Demon Body Spell has no consumption?” the leader of Group Three’s face was grim. “Then wouldn’t this kid be able to fight forever?”

“It should be related to his capacity,” the leader of Group Two stared intently at the field.

Reminded by him, the crowd remembered what Minamoto Kiyomoto had said earlier, that he could kill the Hakone Fire Dragon hundreds of times in the sea of capacity.

“This kid…” their faces were ugly, and a sense of worry and foreboding arose in their hearts.

In the coliseum, the ice blocks were like a pile of rubble, and also like a mirror, reflecting Minamoto Kiyomoto’s figure, which was flashing with golden light.

“That kid is going to use his second piece of remains!” someone in the audience shouted.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon suddenly let out a furious roar, rolling like thunder, shaking the hearts of the crowd and making their hair stand on end.

The dim yellow divine energy danced wildly in the air. This demonic dragon hissed and swooped down.

“Rumble!” It was as if a great mountain was falling from the sky.

“Boom!” And as if the sky had been blown open.

A suffocating aura, overwhelming, swept over them.

Even the practitioners who had experienced twenty yokai subjugations couldn’t control their instincts and subconsciously raised their hands to block their heads.

Those with less than twenty were even worse off.

Most of the people in the Shinto sect, scared out of their wits, wanted to rush out of the formation spell, trying to escape from the pressure of the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon.

“Is this the pressure of colliding with the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon?!” The crowd gritted their teeth, controlling their trembling legs.

They couldn’t help but turn their eyes to the only person on the field.

Facing such power, Minamoto Kiyomoto had actually taken the initiative to attack so many times!
“Roar!” Minamoto Kiyomoto turned into a golden light and, accompanied by a soaring dragon’s cry, shot into the sky, dodging the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon’s fierce charge.

The demonic dragon collided with the coliseum.

With a boom, by the time the crowd reacted, they, along with the coliseum, had sunk to the bottom of the sea, deeply embedded in the mud!

Kamibayashi Miko stretched out her slender, white right hand, and with an upward push, a vast golden light appeared.

The coliseum, protected by the formation spell, was wrapped in seawater and, with a large string of bubbles, rushed towards the sea surface.

As soon as it emerged from the sea, a deafening roar was heard.

Round after round of neon ripples spread in the air. The sea surface trembled, and the ground was even lifted up in waves of earth.

“What happened?” The crowd quickly looked up.

A small, ten-meter-long red-gold dragon was weaving around the huge Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon.

The demonic dragon swept its tail angrily. The small dragon nimbly dodged, then spat a mouthful of red dragon flame at the demonic dragon.

The demonic dragon hissed, bathed in the dragon flame, and opened its mouth to bite the red-gold small dragon.

But the red-gold small dragon was very agile and could always dodge the demonic dragon’s ferocious attacks by a hair’s breadth.

After a few times, the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon suddenly let out a furious roar, pulled away, opened its giant mouth, and a dim yellow breath shot out.

Unlike the suicidal melee just now, the two dragons before them were chasing each other, and it was impossible to tell who was chasing whom.

Wherever the breath passed, the earth split, and the deep sea exploded. It was like a mad demon.

The giant waves rose and fell continuously. The huge coliseum was like a small ice floe, tossing on the sea surface.

The crowd, while desperately trying to keep their balance, stared blankly at the sky, watching this scene that would only appear in mythology.

The audience forgot about friend and foe, deeply impressed by the scene before them. Every time the red-gold dragon narrowly scraped past the demonic dragon’s body, they couldn’t help but exclaim.

And when the demonic dragon’s breath swept across, as if to cut the world, they also felt a sense of submission from the bottom of their hearts.

The world was divided by red light and yellow gas, like a dense net.

Whether it was the seawater or the land, as soon as it got close, it was all melted and evaporated.

The divine energies of various colors mixed together, and the sky was a kaleidoscope of colors.

Itomi Yuki stared at the red-gold small dragon on the screen, forgetting to even blink. Her tightly clenched hands began to sweat.

Under everyone’s gaze, the red-gold dragon once again dodged the demonic dragon’s attack. Before they could exclaim, or be disappointed, or feel relieved, the demonic dragon suddenly flipped and danced.

It turned its head, and with its huge mouth, it bit down on the pigeon-sized red-gold small dragon.

“Ah!” Itomi Yuki’s pretty face turned pale.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes widening.

“Roar!” Just as it was about to be swallowed in one bite, the red-gold dragon’s wings suddenly spread wide.

“Buzz~~~~” A sound of something being stretched taut came from between heaven and earth.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon was fixed in mid-air, unable to move.

The surging neon shockwaves in the sky solidified, the sea stood still, the collapsing coastline halted, and a fish floated in the air, the wind having already cut it in half.

“What?!”

“What’s going on? What happened!”

Before the crowd’s cries of surprise could fully erupt, the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon suddenly moved again and bit down.

The power was so great that a small whirlwind was even created at the edge of its ferocious dragon mouth.

At the same time, everything that had been still just now came back to life. The fish was instantly split in two, and the next moment, it was crushed into powder.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon’s eyes swept angrily, its yellow eyes searching for the figure of the red-gold small dragon.

“One second.”

A hole slowly opened in the neon-filled sky, and the red-gold dragon descended from the sky.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s steady and awe-inspiring voice resounded through the sky.

The demonic dragon was furious. Its dragon scales suddenly opened, and an endless number of demons, with rolling yellow smoke, cried and pounced on the red-gold dragon.

The red-gold dragon once again spread its body.

“Imprison,” the majestic voice was like a god announcing a divine punishment.

“Buzz~~~~”

The fierce wind still blew, the sea surged, and the coastline continued to retreat.

Only the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon was fixed.

“One second,” the red-gold dragon suddenly shot up, beginning to evade the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon’s fixed attack, “two seconds… three seconds.”

“Hiss~” “Gege~” “Wua~” After three seconds, the wails of the demons once again resounded between heaven and earth.

“Three seconds is enough!”

The red-gold dragon swooped down.

“What on earth is going on?!”

“Could he be able to stop time?! How can there be such a monster!”

“No, it’s not! It should be a space-type spell. We weren’t frozen!”

“Hey, what is he doing?” someone said in terror.

The faces of the crowd, looking up, were dyed various colors by the exploding divine energy, sometimes red, sometimes blue, sometimes yellow.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon roared at the sky, its scales opening again. The demons didn’t dance wildly in the sky, but were all sucked into it.

A yokai resurrected from its remains could only rely on the divine energy in the remains.

If it were a real, living, full-strength yokai, even the half-broken Hakone Fire Dragon could mobilize the divine energy between heaven and earth and recover in a minute.

The terror of a yokai was not only its vast, sea-like divine energy and strange abilities, but also the favor of heaven and earth.

“Be careful!”

“Your Excellency, Lord Tsukushi-no-Kimi!”

“That kid is crazy!”

In the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon’s upturned giant mouth, a ball of dim yellow destructive ray had already condensed.

And the red-gold dragon was swooping down towards the source of destruction.

“Imprison!”

“Buzz~~~” the demonic dragon was fixed.

Under the gaze of the official practitioners, the Shinto sect, and the tens of millions of people on the viewing platform, the red-gold dragon, like a woodpecker perched on a tree, its sturdy hind limbs grabbing the scales on the demonic dragon’s neck.

One second.

It raised its dragon head, gathering divine energy. The red-to-purple divine energy gathered in its mouth.

Two seconds.

At the same time, its golden wings spread wide, pressing against the sides of the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon like chopsticks.

Three seconds.

The red-gold dragon suddenly lowered its head.

“Roar!”

A mouthful of red light was spat in.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon’s eyes widened, then, like a snake, it frantically coiled its body.

The red ray exploded in its mouth, the aftershocks spreading in all directions, scattering into a sky full of firelight.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

“Ah!” Himegami Izayoi covered her small mouth.

Kamibayashi Miko also pursed her lips.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid,” Himegami Izayoi comforted her.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon was in a frenzy and bit down desperately.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s ears began to ring, then rumbled. His whole body was shattered, and his body began to disintegrate.

“Imprison!” He used the yokai’s ability again.

But it was only for a moment.

His nearly shattered body and the drastically consumed divine energy could no longer support the release of the spell.

The powerful pressure came again.

It was too late.

“Roar!” Minamoto Kiyomoto let out a furious roar and simply spat dragon’s breath into the demonic dragon’s mouth again.

A pain of his entire skeleton about to drill out of his body spread throughout his body.

The demonic dragon was not well off either. Flames were even overflowing from between its scales, but the more painful it was, the stronger the bite of its giant mouth.

“Crack!”

“Bang!”

The dragon’s mouth, like a giant stone falling to the ground, a dam closing its gates, finally closed.

“Susu!” Ayako shouted, losing all color in her face, almost fainting.

Itomi Yuki covered her mouth. Before she could come back to her senses, tears were already streaming from her eyes.

“Ah!” everyone exclaimed.

The demonic dragon opened its giant mouth and threw the red-gold dragon, which was like a piece of rotten meat, into the air, then swallowed it in one bite.

The crowd stared blankly at the scene of the demonic dragon eating.

However.

The moment the red-gold dragon was thrown into the sky, a human figure detached from the dragon’s back.

“Not good! That kid is trying to escape!” the Shinto sect roared.

The official practitioners opened their eyes and stared intently at the figure in mid-air.

Just then, the demonic dragon’s eyes suddenly moved, and its tail flicked. The giant mouth, which could originally only swallow the red-gold dragon, actually moved forward several meters.

“Crack!”

A dragon and a person passed each other. Minamoto Kiyomoto’s right arm was completely bitten off.

“Ah!” the female practitioners couldn’t help but exclaim, sucking in a breath.

Itomi Yuki’s heart was in her throat. Her head was so hot she was about to faint, but her hands and feet were cold.

Ayako crumpled her kimono, her lips pale.

Minamoto Kiyomoto, in mid-air, used his only remaining left hand to push the demonic dragon’s body and quickly moved away.

After flipping a few times in the air, with a bang, he crashed onto the coliseum.

His body was hunched over, his right arm was covered in blood, and his abdomen was also scraped, the internal organs faintly visible.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon opened its mouth and spat out the red-gold dragon it had eaten. It turned into divine energy and dissipated in the air.

“Did… did we win?” Horse Face asked.

“We won, we won! This kid’s two demon bodies have both been defeated! We won—”

“Thump, thump, thump!” The war drums began to beat again.

“Wooo—” the sound of the horn spread far across the sea.

“What a pity.”

“If he had held on a little longer, the demonic dragon’s body probably wouldn’t have been able to take it.”

“To fight to this extent is already very impressive.”

“The main event is next. Let’s see if Kansai will keep their promise. Maybe it will be another big battle, hehe.”

“I bet a thousand dollars they won’t keep it.”

“I’ll bet thirty thousand, they will.”

“40 trillion Zimbabwe dollars! They won’t!”

“Ise Miko, can you surrender now?” the Suiten Miko shouted at Himegami Izayoi, but her eyes couldn’t leave Minamoto Kiyomoto.

She was already prepared to rush up and save him at the first moment.

Himegami Izayoi opened her folding fan with a swish.

“The battle has just begun. What are you in a hurry for,” she said with a laugh.

On the stage, in the camera, Minamoto Kiyomoto slowly straightened up, finally standing as straight as a spear, his posture heroic.

“He’s not going to fight again, is he?” someone in the cheering Shinto sect asked, trembling.

“Impossible! He has no new demon bodies!”

The demonic dragon, whose injuries were as severe as a doll with its seams broken and cotton spilling out, looked at Minamoto Kiyomoto, a furious hiss coming from its throat.

Minamoto Kiyomoto withdrew his gaze and looked at his lost right arm.

The ‘Laurel Crown’ on his head glowed, and rays of the Jianmu’s life energy gathered at his wound.

With a pfft, a brand new right arm, as if drilling out of his body, grew back.

“What?!” Yuka and the other low-level practitioners were startled.

The cheers died down, and the crowd stared at Minamoto Kiyomoto, dumbfounded.

He tore off his half-rotten haori and kimono, revealing his lean and muscular upper body. The female practitioners once again took a deep breath.

After doing all this, Minamoto Kiyomoto stood tall, his long hair flying, his gaze shooting towards the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon coiled in the sky.

The divine energy that had filled the sky gradually dissipated, and the sea breeze also began to weaken. After the clamor, the world began to return to silence.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding, watching the man and the dragon confront each other in the reappearing sunlight.

Minamoto Kiyomoto sized up the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon, a smile on his lips.

“I was a little too heavy-handed,” the crowd heard him say.

“But forget it,” black divine power suddenly surged, and he formed a hand seal, “let’s begin, the final round.”

“That kid isn’t thinking of—”

“Impossible! Even if the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon is weakened, he’s no match for it!”

“A fake Kasen who relies on the Demon Body Spell, without a demon body, what can he fight with!”

Shock, terror, and disbelief. The coliseum was in an uproar again.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon let out a strange hiss, as if in anger, and also as if in terror.

Countless demons struggled and roared within its body, as if they wanted to pounce, and also as if they wanted to escape.

“What’s wrong with the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon?” Rabbit’s face still had a lingering look of fear.

At the station, although she had been powerless to fight back, she had never expected to face such a terrifying opponent.

Group Nine, no, the people around her, no one could answer Rabbit’s question.

On the northern platform, the faces of several of the Shinto sect’s group leaders changed.

The sky suddenly turned white. The crowd looked up and saw thousands of lightning bolts crawling across the sky.

“Thunder?” Fatty asked blankly. “Why is there…”

Boom!

“Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!”

Ringing in the ears, a continuous ringing in the ears.

“Ah!” countless people screamed, blood flowing from their ears. Some fainted directly.

The “rumble” of the thunder, like a cannonball that could destroy the world, exploded in everyone’s ears.

“Narukami! It’s the Eight Gods of Thunder!” an expert roared with all his might.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon, as if its whole body was itching, danced wildly, opened its giant mouth, and roared at Minamoto Kiyomoto.

“A mere beast dares to shout at me!” Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed heartily.

Black light shot into the clouds and disappeared into the sky full of lightning.

Before the crowd could understand what was happening, a dazzling glare lit up the space between heaven and earth again.

“Rumble!”

The thunderclaps were deafening.

That terrifying “Narukami,” ignoring the formation spell, shattered the courage of everyone except the Kasen.

“Impossible! That kid actually has such divine power!” the leader of Group Three stood up with a thump.

Let alone him, even Itomi Sayaka was deeply shocked.

A sky full of lightning struck down on the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon.

The demonic dragon lit up like a light bulb. It let out a shrill and ferocious roar. The anger and fear from thousands of years ago all welled up.

“Roar!” a strange and tyrannical dragon’s roar.

Countless demons shot out from its body, covering the sky in the blink of an eye.

Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed wildly. Thousands of lightning bolts, surging endlessly, fell from the sky, grazing past him and crashing into the demon horde.

It was impossible to see what was happening.

Even if they wanted to shout, to cheer, to beat the drums, to blow the horns, their voices couldn’t be heard.

Besides Minamoto Kiyomoto’s wild laughter, there was only the demonic dragon’s roar.

The sound of explosions had long since drowned out the people’s voices. In front of this huge sound, the crowd felt an unprecedented smallness, their hearts filled with helplessness.

“Good!” the leader of Group Three suddenly shouted.

The other group leaders also had excited expressions.

The crowd looked at them, puzzled.

“Fortunately, that kid only knows four of the divine thunders!” the leader of Group Two breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could finish, dozens of lightning bolts shot up into the sky again, dancing wildly. The crowd subconsciously closed their eyes.

They only heard Minamoto Kiyomoto’s loud laughter, “A crippled dragon, why use divine thunder!”

The world suddenly turned white. A sky full of lightning bolts all converged into a huge, scorching light, like the Milky Way collapsing, and came crashing down on the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon.

Accompanied by a roar from the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon, the thunder gradually disappeared.

As the world gradually returned to silence, the sky suddenly rippled with incomparably brilliant golden rainbows.

“Did you hear something?”

“I heard it! What is it?!”

A pure and subtle sound.

“It’s the sound of Buddhist chanting!” a monk from Mount Koya shouted.

The next moment, the crowd’s mouths dropped open, and they stared blankly at the sky.

The light of the Buddha shone on the mountains and rivers. Golden lotuses bloomed inch by inch. The Buddha was suspended in the void, high above, unfathomable.

As if witnessing the descent of a saint, the coliseum was silent.

After Hakone, Minamoto Kiyomoto could finally manifest the “True Body of Dainichi Nyorai” with his own divine power.

As the crowd was dumbfounded, the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon let out a terrifying roar, instantly overpowering the Buddhist chanting and shaking the entire sea.

It suddenly flipped its tail and flew up, roaring as it charged towards the Buddha.

The four halos of Buddha light behind Minamoto Kiyomoto’s head shone brightly.

He stretched out his right hand, his fingers blooming like a lotus flower.

The golden light of the Buddha, bright and shining, was full of Buddhist nature.

At this moment, people almost had an illusion, as if they were seeing the Buddha.

“Dainichi Golden Lotus!”

With a loud boom, the sea surface, ten thousand meters below the Buddha and the demonic dragon, churned with raging waves, creating a vortex dozens of meters high.

In an instant, the world turned dark. A shockwave that could move mountains and overturn seas crashed down, almost sending the coliseum flying.

The crowd was like being on a boat in a storm, the ground shaking under their feet, a downpour above their heads.

It was unknown how long it had been before they heard the thud of something landing.

Himegami Izayoi fanned her fan, and the dust, seawater, and neon-like divine energy were all blown away. The coliseum reappeared in everyone’s eyes.

Minamoto Kiyomoto was covered in blood, his Laurel Crown tilted, his hair disheveled, and his right arm, like a piece of cloth, hung limply at his side.

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon had fallen not far from him, its huge body now only a dozen meters long, panting slightly.

The crowd didn’t dare to make a sound.

Slowly, Minamoto Kiyomoto straightened up, and the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon began to dissipate.

“We—won—” the official practitioners’ side burst into a roar of cheers.

“Long live Lord Tsukushi-no-Kimi! Long live!” everyone shouted wildly.

Kamibayashi Miko and Himegami Izayoi smiled.

Ayako closed her eyes, her lips chapped, her pale face finally regaining some color.

Itomi Yuki let go of her phone, suddenly lost her strength, and lay down on her bed.

Her hands, whether from nervousness or too much force, were a little numb.

“How is that possible,” the Shinto sect’s faces were ashen.

Minamoto Kiyomoto was panting. He was about to speak when, at that moment, the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon, which was about to dissipate, suddenly opened its eyes.

“Be careful!” Kamibayashi Miko and Himegami Izayoi’s pretty faces changed.

“Bang!”

The Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon suddenly exploded.

The dim yellow divine energy rushed in all directions, like a monstrous wave.

The crowd, hiding in the formation spell, looked at each other.

The power of the demonic dragon’s self-destruction was great, but it had no power. The formation spell didn’t even ripple.

“Hahahaha!” In the rolling yellow mist, the leader of Group Two laughed heartily, “No wonder ‘Izanami’ died shortly after killing the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon! The filth of the Yellow Springs! Minamoto Kiyomoto, even if you win, you’re dead!”

The official practitioners were shocked and angry. Even Kamibayashi Miko and Himegami Izayoi’s faces darkened.

They were just about to disperse the divine energy of the Yellow Springs when, the next moment, all of this divine energy actually surged into Minamoto Kiyomoto’s body.

His body began to rot, and a piece of flesh fell from his arm.

The crowd looked at this scene in shock.

Itomi Sayaka’s face was extremely ugly. She didn’t know that the Yellow Springs Demonic Dragon would self-destruct, and that the divine energy of the Yellow Springs was so terrifying.

Kamibayashi Miko’s pure and sacred hand lifted, and a golden lightning bolt enveloped Minamoto Kiyomoto.

The divine energy of the Yellow Springs, bathed in the lightning, actually began to grow stronger.

“It’s useless!” the leader of Group Two laughed heartily. “Even ‘Izanami’, who created the Eight Gods of Thunder, died from the divine energy of the Yellow Springs. What can you do!”

Kamibayashi Miko changed to another spell, but it still didn’t work.

The divine energy of the Yellow Springs did not belong to the human world. It devoured everything.

The so-called human world was actually for humans. The divine energy here was relatively gentle and could be absorbed.

And the Yellow Springs, since ancient times, was the place where humans went after death, because the divine energy inside was not suitable for human survival.

Kamibayashi Miko withdrew her hand and looked at Himegami Izayoi.

Himegami Izayoi put away her folding fan and was about to act when Minamoto Kiyomoto suddenly burst out laughing.

Because he was laughing so hard, cracks actually began to appear on his handsome face.

“What are you laughing at?!” the leader of Group Five shouted sharply.

Minamoto Kiyomoto stopped laughing and panted slightly.

The wind picked up, and the whistling wind swept across the ice-carved coliseum, bringing with it waves of cold air.

A thin layer of black divine power ignited on his body. Because of the battle just now, this divine power was almost exhausted.

The black divine power, which was about to be extinguished, suddenly flickered with excitement when it saw the divine energy of the Yellow Springs, and pounced on it.

The crowd only heard a shrill dragon’s cry, and the divine energy of the Yellow Springs was actually eaten.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s back straightened, and the wounds that had appeared due to corrosion healed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, his tattered body was once again as flawless as white jade, standing in the sunlight like a sculpture.

He opened his eyes.

“Izanami,” Minamoto Kiyomoto’s aura was even stronger than at his peak, “is nothing more than this.”