Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Fusion, Jorōgumo!"

One of the young women gritted her teeth and shouted. Her face, which could originally be considered pretty, instantly became twisted and ferocious. Fangs stained with dark purple venom spread out from her mouth.

Her body instantly transformed into a giant spider, and with the addition of a human head, it could only be described as nauseating.

The woman's hair rapidly grew long, like a black spider web, covered with a inexplicably disgusting white liquid, quickly wrapping around Ye Xing's body.

This sudden attack seemed to interrupt Ye Xing's process of chanting the True Name of the Soul, forcing him to defend. He quickly swung the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, cutting off the black hair that wanted to wrap around his body.

"That sword..."

The middle-aged man standing not far away saw the black long sword in Ye Xing's hand and felt the sharp spiritual power emanating from it, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"As expected... a Mask's weapon... is one of the Five Great Swords of Japan... Onimaru Kunitsuna..."

"Fusion, Nuribotoke!"

The middle-aged man also called out his True Name of the Soul. His entire face, neck, and arms under his short sleeves completely turned pitch black, covered with pale white, meaningless, scripture-like characters.

After fusing with the True Body of the Soul, he quickly approached Ye Xing from the left. Before the latter could swing the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his right hand, the black hair, like a spider web, quickly attacked from a distance, directly binding Ye Xing's right wrist.

The middle-aged man, transformed into a Nuribotoke, clenched his five fingers into a claw and unhesitatingly grabbed towards Ye Xing's neck. His eyes, mostly white, flashed with fanaticism and excitement, and he grinned hideously.

"Got him..."

"Bang!"

In the next second, a cloud of dust was stirred up in the field.

"Is that all you've got?"

Ye Xing grabbed the Nuribotoke's neck with one hand, slamming his entire body to the ground, creating a sunken pit.

He raised his foot and stepped on the Nuribotoke's black head, crushing it into a bloody pulp under the gaze of the remaining three spirit ability users.

Seeing one of their companions die like this, fear couldn't help but appear in the eyes of the other three spirit ability users, but they also knew that even if they chose to escape, they would only prolong their lives for a while.

"Mask" had already seen their true faces, and they had also seen the other party's appearance.

From any point of view, only one side could leave here alive today.

"Mirage Tower!"

Another female spirit ability user opened her mouth wide and exhaled a puff of light black smoke, blowing it towards Ye Xing.

In Ye Xing's eyes, thousands upon thousands of densely packed, even overlapping, terrifyingly twisted evil spirits suddenly appeared around him, emitting sharp and shrill roars, rushing towards him at high speed.

"Is he under control...?"

Hearing her companion's question, the woman whose True Name of the Soul was Mirage Tower nodded, looking at Ye Xing standing there motionless, his eyes already losing their luster, revealing a smug smile.

"Hmph, it seems that although this guy's abilities are strong, his mind is just that of an ordinary person. Facing the illusion I created, he's probably too frightened to move. After all, the sight of being surrounded by thousands of evil spirits, even without any pain, the despairing fear alone is not something a normal person can bear."

"Is it that simple?"

Jorōgumo looked at Ye Xing standing there and suddenly cried out in pain. Her black hair, like spider silk, quickly retracted, her face twisting with intense pain.

"The spiritual power on this guy... is like flames..."

"After all, he's the legendary 'Mask'. It's normal for his abilities to be a bit special."

The only man who hadn't made a move walked forward slowly, examining the headless corpse in the pit, whose head had been crushed by Ye Xing, a bloody mess, and snorted softly.

"What a useless guy. If Lady Izanami hadn't sacrificed Agutaya Kiyaki so casually, with his close-combat ability to contend with 'Mask' for a short while, he would definitely have been of great use."

"It doesn't matter. Once the plan is complete, Lady Izanami will create another 'Nuribotoke'."

"Hmph."

Jorōgumo, still maintaining the body of a spider with a human head, looked towards the forest edge of the meteorite crater nearly a hundred meters away and snorted coldly.

"He's the one who came up with the plan, but he's hiding in that place instead of coming out, making us face such a terrifying monster, it's really..."

"Stop complaining."

The male spirit ability user shook his head and slowly said.

"It's good as long as we win."

"Then I now..."

Mirage Tower slowly walked up to Ye Xing, feeling the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from his body, sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, her eyes revealing a gaze as if she were examining a delicious meal.

"Should I have my True Body of the Soul devour all of his spiritual power and soul?"

"Whatever."

"'Mask's' spiritual power and soul... what does it taste like...? It really makes one curious..."

Greed flashed in Mirage Tower's eyes. Although she still had a human appearance, her face was already twisted like a true demon.

"You really are turning things upside down."

Just then, Mirage Tower suddenly felt a black afterimage flash before her eyes. When she came back to her senses, her neck had already been grabbed by a hand, and she was lifted up.

"You... how is this possible..."

Seeing Ye Xing's calm eyes, without any waves, as if he hadn't been affected by the illusion she created at all, Mirage Tower struggled painfully, feeling the hand slowly tightening on her neck, and couldn't even breathe.

"An illusion of thousands of evil spirits..."

Ye Xing recalled the scene he had just seen, shaking his head slightly in disappointment.

"No pain, no touch, nothing at all, just a pure illusion. I even deliberately suppressed my spiritual power, wanting to see what you call a combat plan specifically prepared to deal with spirit ability users. Is this it? It's not even as scary as the haunted house program at our school festival. It's really disappointing."

Ye Xing didn't give the woman whose True Body of the Soul was Mirage Tower another chance to speak, grabbing her neck without hesitation and throwing her directly on the ground like trash, watching her body explode, turning into a mixture of bone and flesh.

"How could this be..."

Jorōgumo retreated a distance, looking at "Mask", who had killed two of her companions in succession. Even though her body was still in the state of a monster, and her face was as terrifying as a demon, the fear in her eyes was very obvious.

She knew that "Mask's" power was very strong, but she didn't expect it to be so strong.

The fear that could be felt from those live recordings, news reports, and on-site photos was far less than even one percent of what she personally felt when facing "Mask" himself.

"Damn it... Fusion, Kama..."

"Why bother struggling?"

Before the male spirit ability user could chant his True Name of the Soul, Ye Xing, who was originally several meters away, instantly arrived in front of him. The pitch-black blade of the Onimaru Kunitsuna drew an arc, cutting the other party's body in half.

Looking at the corpse of another fallen companion, Jorōgumo's large spider body trembled, stiffening in place.

"Now..."

Ye Xing turned his head to look at her, his voice even carrying a hint of a smile, casually flicking off the blood on the blade of the Onimaru Kunitsuna, and said softly.

“Where is the other one of you?”

Hearing this question, Rokushin quickly realized that their encounter with "Mask" here was no coincidence at all.

The other party had come to hunt them down, and even knew exactly how many of them there were.

And that psychic who initially said he was going to the Miyamizu Shrine to inquire about information, and then disappeared silently… was the first one to be eliminated by "Mask."

Just then, from the forest at the edge of the crater, there was a deafening gunshot, like thunder, startling the birds in the forest into panicked flight.

Rokushin watched as a fist-sized hole appeared in "Mask's" left chest, and he slowly fell to the ground.

“Win… …Won?”

Seeing "Mask's" body on the ground, Rokushin couldn't believe it at first. After a few seconds, she canceled her fused state, returned to her original human form, and looked at the hellish scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, muttering to herself as if she had gone mad.

“Won… …Won! I survived!”

A dozen seconds later, a black shadow emerged from the forest, sliding across the ground like a swimming fish. After arriving in front of Rokushin, it transformed back into human form. It was Tenjoin, the leader of this group of psychics, who had been absent all along.

“You've finally shown yourself.”

Rokushin glanced at Tenjoin, noticing the other's emotionless expression, and said coldly.

“You only fired after they were all dead. How ruthless.”

Tenjoin glanced at the Ye Xing lying on the ground, his voice devoid of any emotion, as he said indifferently like a robot.

“I wasn’t sure if ‘Mask’s’ reaction speed was fast enough to dodge a sniper rifle bullet. After all, the distance was over a hundred meters. I only had one chance, so I waited until he was completely relaxed and thought he had victory within his grasp before I fired.”

Then, Tenjoin looked at the three bloody corpses and then at the terrified Rokushin.

“The deaths of these guys only prove that they were useless. Although we are all special ability users transformed by Izanami-sama, that doesn’t mean we are comrades. As long as we can kill ‘Mask,’ I wouldn’t feel anything even if you few died a hundred times in front of me.”

“You… …can you really still be considered human?”

“Do you think you are still human? Humans are just a lower existence than us.”

Just as Rokushin and Tenjoin were talking, a voice rang out, surprising both of them and changing their expressions.

“Just to mention, I agree with this Mr. Tenjoin’s point of view. You disgusting things are no longer human.”

Rokushin and Tenjoin turned around and were both incredulous at the scene before them.

“How is it possible… …You’re not dead… …”

“Huh? Are you talking about this?”

Ye Xing patted the dust off his body and pointed to the fist-sized hole in his left chest. Accompanied by bursts of steam, Rokushin and Tenjoin watched as the wound healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing as if it had never existed in just a few breaths.

“A sniper rifle… …That’s a bit creative.”

Ye Xing commented with a nonchalant smile.

“If I hadn’t deliberately relaxed my psychic defense, taking a sniper rifle bullet head-on would have at least hurt a little. So, this is the plan against psychics. It’s quite interesting.”

“I suppose so. After all, you twisted existences don’t need to consider the conflict between psychic abilities, but only need to consider how to target the human body. We true psychics have a lot more to consider.”

Tenjoin’s pupils dilated in disbelief.

“You… …You didn’t recite your Soul’s True Name… …Why… …Why can you still use such power!?”

“Didn’t I tell you already?”

Ye Xing shook his head with a chuckle.

“My companions and I have been fighting against terrifying evil spirits that you wouldn’t even dare to imagine, some of whom are even true gods. We have a lot to consider, such as… …”

At this point, a golden lightning bolt struck Ye Xing’s body from the sky.

“Maintaining the liberated state of soul manifestation at all times, without needing to recite the Soul’s True Name, is a special technique to be able to use abilities at any time.”

In the horrified eyes of Tenjoin and Rokushin, Ye Xing, transformed into a towering giant, grabbed their bodies with both hands and slowly brought them to his mouth.

The last sentence the two heard before their bodies were crushed was… …

“How about I turn you two into chewed sake as well.”

… …

One minute later.

“Ye Xing-sama, you really won.”

Seeing the words composed of red threads by the guardian deity of Itomori Town, Ye Xing just waved his hand and said.

“How could I lose to opponents of this level? If it were an evil spirit born from the deaths of all the residents of Itomori Town and the fear and sorrow of the people of the entire Sakura Prefecture regarding the meteorite fall incident, then perhaps it could clash with me, but… …”

The coat and mask on Ye Xing’s body turned into black flames, engulfing all traces left at the scene, as he said in a calm tone.

“Although this battle was like child’s play to me, it did provide me with a lot of valuable information.”

Ye Xing can now confirm one thing.

No matter what kind of person the mastermind is behind the scenes, and what kind of abilities they possess, in terms of the application of psychic abilities and theoretical knowledge, they are simply worlds apart from Superhuman Society, not even on the same level, like cavemen versus Trisolarans.

Thinking about it, it’s quite normal.

Superhuman Society has been fighting against ghosts, evil spirits, and even gods all this time. Among the members is also Futaba Rio, a tactical development master with outstanding intelligence. If their understanding of psychic abilities were still at the same level, then Ye Xing would really start to suspect that the mastermind was cheating.

Although he himself also cheated, he can cheat, but others can’t. The main point is that I can, but you can’t.

Judging from the battle just now, the enemy knows that psychics need to go through the process of calling out the Soul’s True Name to release their full power, but what they don’t know is that the members of Superhuman Society have long skipped this stage.

Reciting the complete release incantation and the Soul’s True Name - Only reciting the Soul’s True Name, shortening the pre-casting required to release psychic abilities - According to the idea proposed by Futaba Rio, using the power of soul manifestation to form some kind of small accessory, which is equivalent to always maintaining the state of soul manifestation, achieving zero-frame pre-casting.

The members of Superhuman Society have all reached the third stage, and the enemy is still thinking about the weaknesses of the first stage. The difference is really indescribable.

Moreover, the enemy doesn’t fully understand his abilities either.

Thousands upon thousands of evil spirit illusions may sound scary, but among the members of Superhuman Society, who would be frightened by such things?