Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

She swung her right hand as if wielding a blade, directly slicing open the throat of a vengeful spirit. Then, her left hand darted out, yanking the spirit's head from its barely connected neck as if pulling a radish.

“I will protect you two.”

Having undergone numerous infusions and possessing a vengeful spirit constitution, Eight Feet could let Nightstar indulge without reservation, stopping only when he was satisfied. Her strength was now vastly different from what it once was.

However, facing the relentless onslaught of vengeful spirits, which had persisted for a quarter of an hour without a single second of respite, she also began to feel fatigued.

If this continued…

How much longer could she endure?

Five minutes?

Ten minutes?

“Crack.”

Eight Feet momentarily lost focus, and a vengeful spirit immediately breached her defense, biting down on her snow-white right arm. Its rows of teeth tore and ripped, tearing off a chunk of Eight Feet's flesh.

“Ugh…”

Watching her own flesh being swallowed by the vengeful spirit, Eight Feet gritted her silver teeth and took two steps back.

A strong sense of unwillingness emerged in her eyes.

Was this where it would end?

Eight Feet turned her head, glanced at Makino-hara Shouko, who was holding Menma and hiding behind the sofa, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

Come to think of it, it was quite amusing…

She, who was born as a vengeful spirit, was about to be devoured by vengeful spirits in order to protect a human girl and the spirit of a human little girl.

Perhaps…

This was the real her…

Just as Eight Feet was in despair, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

“Have you finally found your true self?”

Chapter 218: The True Eight Feet, The Stalemate Between Both Sides

“This is…”

Hearing the voice that suddenly sounded in her mind, Eight Feet's pupils shrank slightly in shock.

She knew what it was, but she couldn't believe it.

Yotsuya Miko, Sakurajima Mai, Yuigahama Yui, Futaba Rio, every spirit medium would hear a voice representing their true heart, the so-called Soul Manifestation, when they truly awakened.

But…

Could she, as a vengeful spirit, also awaken her Soul Manifestation?

“Vengeful spirit…”

As if hearing Eight Feet's inner thoughts, the voice in her mind slowly spoke.

“You, who were born as a vengeful spirit, a collection of people's negative impressions, have now found your true self.”

“Whether you are a vengeful spirit or not, how you were born, is no longer important.”

“From this moment on, all your actions will be guided by your own will.”

“This is the truth.”

“Here, call out my true name.”

Eight Feet took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, the wound on her arm caused by the vengeful spirit's bite was surrounded by white mist. Before Makino-hara Shouko and Menma's astonished gazes, it was restored to its original state in the time it took to breathe once.

“Here, call out my true name.”

“Eight Feet.”

As Eight Feet called out her name for the first time, her tall body, which was originally only wearing a white long dress, transformed into an exquisite white Western-style long dress, and she also put on a wide sun hat.

Her bare, snow-white feet stepped on the wooden floor. Along with the change of clothing, a palpitating aura permeated the scene.

“This is me… the real me…”

Eight Feet slowly raised her head, looking at the group of vengeful spirits pouring into the house. In her black eyes, an undisguised killing intent bloomed, and her voice was cold as she slowly spoke.

“Only Master… is allowed to eat me!”

Although Eight Feet's figure did not grow taller again, the intensity of the spiritual power she emitted was clearly not at the same level as before.

She strode forward, her snow-white and delicate skin, coupled with the white Western-style long dress, made her look very beautiful, but her delicate face, which was always full of dazed cuteness, now carried a chilling, twisted madness.

“All of you, die!”

Eight Feet let out a terrifying roar, reaching out with both hands to grab the shoulders of a vengeful spirit, then grinning and tearing it in half.

Then, the nails on her right hand suddenly lengthened, directly piercing through the chest of a vengeful spirit, picking it up, and throwing it with all her might against the wall on the side.

“Come!”

Having awakened her Soul Manifestation and with her spiritual power soaring to a terrifying level, Eight Feet, stood in front of Makino-hara Shouko and Menma, facing the swarming vengeful spirits alone, grinning and whispering.

“Let me, Eight Feet, feel more pleasure!”

If Yotsuya Miko or Futaba Rio were here and saw Eight Feet's almost crazy state at this time, enjoying the pleasure of slaughtering vengeful spirits, as well as her arrogant words, they would both think of the same person.

Could it be that drinking milk… can subtly change one's fighting style?

Eight Feet, followed the master she identified with.

…

At the same time, inside the abandoned building in the Reverse World.

Nightstar, who was fighting with vengeful spirits, seemed to sense something.

“Eight Feet… has finally awakened…”

Through the power of the contract, even if he was in a different world, Nightstar could vaguely feel the changes that had taken place in Eight Feet's body, just like he could feel that Tamamo-no-Mae in the Reverse World was encountering a life-or-death crisis.

Nightstar was still very satisfied with his first and only vengeful spirit employee.

But now, this was not the problem that should be considered.

“Night… Nightstar-kun…”

Tamamo-no-Mae leaned against the wall, struggling to stand up.

“I… I can also fight…”

“You can fight my ass.”

Nightstar didn't even turn his head, just looked at the dozens of vengeful spirits in front of him, raised the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, and whispered.

“Chidori Stream.”

The black electric current formed by the power of vengeful spirits flickered across the scene, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant chirp.

Dozens of vengeful spirits instantly turned into black smoke and dissipated.

But before the black smoke completely disappeared, dozens of vengeful spirits immediately surged up from the stairwell below, filling their vacancies and continuing to launch attacks.

Nightstar waved the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, the jet-black blade, slashing and killing the vengeful spirits in front of him one by one.

“Your strength has been exhausted, if you continue to fight stubbornly, you will be eaten.”

Hearing Nightstar's understated words, Tamamo-no-Mae bit her silver teeth lightly. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she knew in her heart that what he said was right.

She had already reached her limit.

Although Tamamo-no-Mae's strength was powerful, she had just experienced a difficult battle tens of minutes ago, and her spiritual power had already bottomed out.

Now, she couldn't even do the thing of calling out her Soul Manifestation and transforming back into her main body.

But…

Looking at Nightstar standing there, waving the Onimaru Kunitsuna, constantly slashing and killing vengeful spirits, Tamamo-no-Mae couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Not only was the other party powerful, but even his physical strength was so amazing.

It had been more than half an hour since entering this abandoned building.

Vengeful spirits continued to emerge from the black mist, and then poured into the stairwell, constantly launching suicidal attacks on this floor, not even giving Nightstar a moment to breathe.

But Tamamo-no-Mae couldn't see any signs of fatigue on Nightstar's face.

Only pure joy and enjoyment.

As expected of the man whose true name was Eight Million Endings, he really possessed abilities that she could not reach.

But…

Tamamo-no-Mae glanced out the window.

The black mist showed no sign of dissipating, but instead became more and more viscous, constantly twisting.

And the moon in the sky was also becoming more and more scarlet.

From the beginning of the battle until now, how many vengeful spirits had been killed by Nightstar-sama?

Hundreds?

More than that, thousands, even tens of thousands.

As the saying goes.

Many ants can kill an elephant.

Tamamo-no-Mae looked at Nightstar standing there, lightly biting her lower lip, with a very worried and anxious look.

No matter how powerful the ability is, the other party is still human after all.

Under such a close distance, looking at the terrifying and twisted faces of the vengeful spirits, listening to the roars they made, and continuing for such a long time, even if the strength is enough, the psychological pressure is unimaginably heavy.

Just as Tamamo-no-Mae was thinking this, she suddenly noticed that Nightstar seemed to be muttering something while slashing and killing the vengeful spirits.

She pricked up her ears, after all, her true form was a fox spirit, even in the noisy roars, she could still hear clearly what Nightstar was muttering.

But when she heard it clearly, Tamamo-no-Mae was stunned.

“Hmm… this one tastes like pancakes.”

“This one is very chewy, QQ candy.”

“Whoa, this thing has a lot of juice, eat it as a fruit to relieve greasiness.”

Tamamo-no-Mae looked blank.

Isn't it…

Buddy, are you exorcising demons, or are you a food critic?

Are you still commenting here?

At this moment, Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly realized how naive her thoughts were.

From her perspective, what Nightstar was facing were vengeful spirits with terrifying and twisted shapes, which were chilling to look at.

And in Nightstar's eyes…

These things that were pouncing towards him were all foods with different tastes!

Psychological pressure?

How could there be psychological pressure!

“You can see it!”

Accompanied by a ferocious roar, a human-shaped head-like object suddenly flew out of the stairwell, opening its big mouth and biting towards Nightstar's neck.

“Flying Head?”

Nightstar dodged the other party's pounce, and with an extremely skilled movement, stretched out his left hand to grab the slender neck connected to the Flying Head's head, and stepped the other party's head under his feet.

“Bang.”

With a muffled sound like a watermelon shattering, Nightstar directly stepped on and exploded the Flying Head's head, shook his head and chuckled.

“Weak.”