Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Ye Xing chuckled and directly enveloped the grenade that was about to explode with both hands.

Yagami Light didn't have time to stop him, and there wasn't enough time.

In his mind, only one scene appeared.

The other party's hands would be blown to dust.

He would also be killed by the fragments of the explosion.

But the meatball spirit would have a high probability of surviving.

The thought that the two of them would sacrifice their lives but fail to accomplish anything filled Yagami Light with despair.

But the next scene stunned him.

"Bang."

The grenade exploded with a muffled sound.

Blinding light could be seen from the gaps between Ye Xing's fingers.

But unlike what Yagami Light had imagined, there was no scene of hands being blown to dust and flesh flying everywhere.

Two seconds later.

Ye Xing spread his hands and casually patted them.

The fragments of the grenade fell from his hands to the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Ye Xing turned his gaze to the meatball spirit, which had grown more than a dozen arms and was formed by the fusion of more than a dozen human bodies, and smiled.

"Okay, tonight's dinner is decided to be you."

At this time, Yagami Light first looked at the fragments on the ground, then raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief as he looked at Ye Xing.

The other party…

Used his hands to withstand the explosion of a grenade?

Chapter 102: Slicing the Evil Spirit into Minced Meat, Chief Yagami's Heart Wavering

Yagami Light was dumbfounded.

He originally thought that the other party's ability to withstand close-range gunshots was already amazing enough.

But he could actually use his hands to contain the explosion of a grenade within his palms?

And it seemed like he hadn't suffered any injuries?

Are you Superman?

While Yagami Light was confused, Ye Xing was quite satisfied.

In fact, before entering the door, he had already felt it.

This meatball spirit, which had fused more than a dozen humans, was far more powerful than any he had seen before, and was even close to Tamamo-no-Mae, a major demon who could be considered a leader in the Reverse World.

Yagami Light fighting alone was simply suicide.

Ye Xing just wanted to confirm one thing.

Was what Yagami Light had shown all of his abilities?

It wasn't that he was suspicious.

Anyone who knew what Yagami Light had done in the original plot.

Even if they knew that the other party was not the Kira who had been led astray by the Death Note, they would inevitably be wary.

Judging from the situation just now, Yagami Light was planning to self-destruct with the meatball spirit, and he really didn't hide any abilities.

Of course.

Ye Xing felt that Yagami Light shouldn't be acting in that situation.

If he was acting, he would have to bet that he would help.

He would also have to bet that he could arrive in time.

Finally, he would have to bet that he had the ability to prevent a grenade that had already had its pin pulled from affecting the other party in this narrow basement.

Betting so many times…

It's like someone playing Russian roulette with a revolver, and you're playing with a semi-automatic pistol.

They're betting five out of six, and you're betting on a jam.

Isn't that just suicide?

"Ito-kun, you…"

Before Yagami Light could finish speaking, Ye Xing waved his hand to interrupt him and said indifferently.

"My name is not Ito Makoto, my name is Ye Xing."

Hearing this, Yagami Light shook his head with a wry smile, revealing a look of "I knew it."

As expected, both Miyamizu Mitsuha and Ito Makoto were just aliases.

He wasn't sure what the other party's real name was, but he had a vague feeling.

The other party shouldn't be called Ito Makoto.

"Okay, step back."

Ye Xing took two steps forward, looked directly at the disgusting giant meatball spirit, and stretched out his right hand to his side.

"Next, it's time to hand it over to Kyoto's number one exorcist."

As his voice fell, pale ghost hands appeared.

From the palm of the ghost hand, a long sword wrapped in a simple wooden scabbard gradually emerged.

Without any action from Ye Xing, the long sword unsheathed itself as if it had a spirit.

The deep black blade made the already dimly lit basement even darker.

The long sword took the initiative to hand its hilt to Ye Xing's right hand.

His fingers gradually closed, and at the moment he grasped the long sword, his whole body exuded an invisible sense of oppression that made people breathless.

"This is… Onimaru Kunitsuna…"

Yagami Light had also seen promotional photos of Onimaru Kunitsuna, and he was also a spiritualist.

Although he didn't know why the blade of this famous sword had turned into such a deep black color.

But after the long sword was unsheathed, the sharpness and aura that filled the air were enough for Yagami Light to confirm it.

This was the famous sword, Onimaru Kunitsuna, which had been owned by many famous figures such as Hojo Tokimasa, Oda Nobunaga, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Ito-kun…

No, Ye Xing-kun, can you actually gain the recognition of this famous sword?

"Ding"

After being unsheathed, the blade of Onimaru Kunitsuna made a metallic sound, as if its sword spirit was very excited to be used by Ye Xing for the first time.

"Be quiet, like you've never seen the world."

Hearing Ye Xing's reprimand, Onimaru Kunitsuna's trembling blade immediately stopped.

For some reason, Yagami Light had a strange feeling when he looked at the scene in front of him.

Why does this seem like a scumbag PUAing a good girl?

I don't understand, and I don't dare to ask.

"Okay, let's begin."

As if to cooperate with Ye Xing's words, at the moment these words landed, the dozen or so arms on the meatball instantly extended out, grabbing towards him.

At the same time, more than a dozen human faces appeared on the surface of the meatball, making a shrill roar.

Even Yagami Light, who had an extraordinary psychological quality, couldn't help but feel a little weak in his heart when he saw this terrifying scene.

"Damn."

Ye Xing also let out a sigh.

"Little thing, you really look awesome."

Immediately afterwards, he waved Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, the slashing moves were simple and unadorned, but the effect was very significant.

The arms extended by the meatball spirit were burned by the sharp aura carried on it before Onimaru Kunitsuna even touched them, and the meatball spirit let out a shrill scream, retracting its arms.

"Eh, that's a little interesting."

Seeing this scene, Ye Xing looked at Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, it's worthy of being my sword, it's really not an ordinary thing."

Yagami Light wanted to complain.

Isn't this sword Hojo Tokimasa's?

How did it become yours?

However, seeing Onimaru Kunitsuna's obedient appearance in Ye Xing's hands, Yagami Light could only put away his thoughts of complaining.

What Hojo Tokimasa, Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

These big figures in Sakura Province history can only be regarded as the owners of Onimaru Kunitsuna.

Perhaps only Ye Xing was truly recognized as the master by the sword spirit.

"Oh, right, Yagami-kun."

Seeing the meatball spirit retreating, Ye Xing didn't choose to take advantage of the victory and pursue, but said lightly.

"How do you feel about using the pistol made by this guy?"

Yagami Light was stunned for a moment, recalling the feeling when he used it just now, and gave a fair evaluation.

"It's made quite well, unlike those inferior guns that are prone to jamming, it feels very smooth, and the details are also very good. Compared with the Metropolitan Police Department's standard guns, the quality is not inferior. It's amazing to be able to make such a gun under such environmental conditions."

"Oh, amazing is good."

Ye Xing replied indifferently, then looked at the meatball spirit in front of him and shook his head regretfully.

"You're too big, it's not easy to eat."

Suddenly, he seemed to have realized something, a white smiling face pattern appeared on the pure black mask, but there was only cold cruelty in his eyes.

"I've thought of a way."

Ye Xing raised his foot and walked slowly towards the meatball spirit in front of him.

The latter felt a sense of inexplicable fear and once again extended the dozen or so arms on the surface of its body, obviously not intending to sit still and wait for death.

"Come out."

The moment Ye Xing's short two words were spoken, the pale and black ghost hands appeared at the same time, sandwiching the meatball spirit directly in the middle.

And the human arms extending from its body could not get close to Onimaru Kunitsuna's one-meter range at all.

Otherwise, they would be immediately cut into pieces by the sharp aura attached to Onimaru Kunitsuna.

Yagami Light looked at the meatball spirit that had just made him helpless, full of pressure, and made him only hope to pull the grenade and self-destruct with the other party. At this time, in front of Ye Xing, it was like a rabbit caught by a tiger, frightened and timid. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions in his heart.

The flesh can withstand close-range shotgun fire, and the hands can also withstand grenade explosions.

When fighting against evil spirits, he can also show invincible combat power.

Yagami Light was extremely fortunate that he had made the right decision to let the other party tell him his real name, representing that he had reached a relationship of mutual trust.

This guy is not an ordinary spiritualist or exorcist at all.

He's simply a humanoid evil spirit.

"Let me take a look."

Ye Xing walked to the front of the meatball spirit, looked at the dozen or so faces on the surface of the other party's body with horrified expressions, and the corners of the smiling face pattern on the black mask rose higher.

"Let's process it a bit."