Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“First.”

Watching his forearms, severed by Onimaru Kunitsuna, fall away, creating distance between them, Izanami's expression was unreadable, but she was clearly shaken by that last strike. Yusei's voice, amplified through the illusion in the clouds, reached every corner of the Sakura Province.

“It's precisely because I'm human that I possess such power. I am a human supremacist. Be they evil spirits or gods, to me, you are the inferior existences.”

“Second point…”

Hearing the incessant, echoing screams of thousands upon thousands of evil spirits in his mind, Yusei's eyes grew even more crazed, even instilling a sense of fear in Izanami, the evil god.

“This isn't a power to contend with you, but utter annihilation.”

“Don't be so arrogant.”

Izanami finally recovered from her shock, her figure flickering like a phantom, instantly appearing before Yusei.

Her pale, inhuman hand, bearing a stitched-up mouth on its back, stabbed directly toward Yusei's left chest.

“Die!”

In the next second, before the eyes of tens of millions, Izanami's right hand pierced through the 'Mask's' armor. With a burst of scarlet blood, the sound of flesh being torn was deafening.

“B-Big brother…”

Seeing this scene in the sky, Kawasaki Kyoka subconsciously covered her mouth, not because she was too young and frightened by the bloody scene, but because she had never seen her most admired big brother get injured in battle.

And the scene that unfolded in the next second, accompanied by the gasps of the crowd, was simply too gruesome, even causing Kawasaki Saki to directly cover Kawasaki Kyoka's eyes, not wanting such a cruel scene to leave a shadow on her younger sister's young heart.

“Goodbye, 'Mask'.”

Izanami held a fresh, still-beating heart in her hand, slowly clenching her fingers, watching it burst in her grasp.

“I fear I will never forget you.”

“You really think I'm Gojo Satoru? Already giving victory speeches? It's too early for that.”

Hearing the familiar voice in her ear, Izanami had just raised her head when she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

What met her eyes were Yusei's eyes, filled with madness.

“The end is still a long way off.”

Looking at the fist-sized hole in his chest, which hadn't even had time to heal completely, Izanami was dumbfounded.

Wait…

Your heart was just ripped out and crushed by me, and you can still act like nothing happened?

“Are… are you human!?”

Yusei nodded solemnly.

“I think I am.”

“Then… next…”

Yusei pierced Izanami's chest with one hand, while the other grabbed her shoulder, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh, a strange look of anticipation and excitement in his eyes.

“Let's fight with all our might!”

Accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh, all the citizens of Sakura Province watched as 'Mask' grabbed the shoulder of the one who called herself the goddess Izanami, and then forcibly tore off a piece of her body.

Such a bloody and cruel scene was too much to bear, not only for young girls like Kawasaki Kyoka, but even for many adults.

After all, this wasn't the kind of anime they were accustomed to, nor was it some hot-blooded, righteous manga.

Tearing at each other, the mouths on the surface of Izanami's body even forcibly broke free of the stitched seams, seizing every opportunity to bite at 'Mask's' body.

And 'Mask,' who had always appeared as a hero, seemed to have lost his mind at this moment, completely impervious to pain, not even bothering to defend, using an exchange-of-injuries tactic, as if trying to die together, tearing at Izanami.

The two's recovery speed couldn't even keep up with the speed of their attacks.

Amidst the afterimages, only fragments of flesh and blood flew, as if those fighting in that magnificent hall were not two humanoid beings, but two beasts trying to tear each other to pieces, leaving no scraps behind.

Even without being at the scene, everyone could feel the waves emanating from the illusion screen, and the slight tremors in the ground, confirming that a battle far beyond the imagination of ordinary people was indeed taking place between a human hero and a self-proclaimed evil god.

“Why… why…”

Izanami's blood dripped onto the ground from her curvaceous body, the wounds rapidly healing.

She looked at 'Mask' standing opposite her, his demon-encrusted armor largely damaged, his body riddled with bloody holes, yet still standing there silently, not even slightly bent, the mouths on the surface of his body all breaking free from the original stitching, roaring with resentment along with the mouth on his face.

“Why… why won't you just die obediently!!!”

“You… are weak.”

Faced with Izanami's roar, Yusei simply lowered his head, glanced at the scarlet blood dripping from his body onto the golden floor, and said calmly.

“Your power is strong, but you have no combat experience, and you cannot endure the pain brought about by this level of battle.”

“I may not be able to destroy your body, but…”

Yusei raised his head, a strand of blood sliding down his black mask, reflecting a touch of scarlet on the white smiley face.

“I can completely destroy your soul.”

Izanami took a deep breath, her body returning to its original state as she breathed.

She looked at 'Mask,' once again enveloped in demon-encrusted armor, and spoke in a calm tone, as if she had suddenly regained her composure.

“How long can you maintain this state, enduring the collective obsession of thousands upon thousands of evil spirits? Your soul also has its limits. When that time comes, you will become a complete madman.”

“Perhaps.”

Yusei nodded noncommittally, chuckling softly.

“But even if I lose my mind and become a complete madman, I will only have one obsession, and that is to find you no matter where you run, and then… tear you apart.”

“You bastard…”

At this moment, Izanami felt a deep fear.

As a newly born deity, she felt a chill run down her spine just imagining the scene that Nightstar described in his mind.

A madman.

This guy is a complete and utter madman.

To be hunted down by such a madman for the rest of your life, living in constant fear, would be the most agonizing torture in the world.

Izanami's wavering also led to changes in her domain, the Yomi Hirasaka.

The illusion, which was originally like a live broadcast, now only had visuals and no sound, as if someone had suddenly pressed the mute button.

Just then, a hand rested on Nightstar's shoulder.

"It's best to avoid that, although I don't mind, my mom would definitely object to me marrying a psychopath, even if this psychopath is very handsome."

The moment he heard this voice, the demon-encrusted armor on Nightstar's body surface disappeared, reverting to his normal "Mask" attire.

He turned around, looking at Yui Yuigahama, who had changed into her combat attire and used the power of soul manifestation to create a disguise, her eyes filled with worry, and the Overload Club members standing behind her, and said with a light smile.

"Yo, everyone's here?"

"How could we not be?"

Mai Sakurajima stepped forward and punched him hard, annoyed.

"When will you ever change this personality of yours that doesn't like to rely on others? I also hope... I also hope..."

Mai Sakurajima hesitated for a moment, as if a little embarrassed, and then said softly.

"That you can rely on us more."

"I already rely on you a lot."

Hearing this, Rio Futaba stepped forward, looked at Nightstar, who had already released the demon-encrusted state, and sighed slightly.

"If you really relied on us, how could you have fallen to the point where you couldn't even maintain that kind of power just now? You really like to push yourself too hard."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, me releasing that power has nothing to do with my condition."

"Still being stubborn?"

"Who's being stubborn?"

Nightstar explained with a straight face.

"Spiritual power is the power of the mind. My state just now was a special ability formed by the gathering of negative emotions and obsessions. Now that I see you guys coming, I don't have any negative emotions in my heart, so naturally it's released."

Hearing this, Yukinoshita Haruno, who couldn't yet use the power of soul manifestation to create a mask as a disguise, so could only wear a real mask, couldn't help but chuckle and tease.

"As expected of you, even at a time like this, you're still acting so frivolous."

"Hey, to be honest, how can you call this frivolous?"

At this time, the gray fog that originally covered the entire Hinodu Island area had completely disappeared, all concentrated in this seemingly palatial domain.

After all, Izanami was really scared by the battle-crazed Nightstar, and had long since given up trying to attack the residents of Hinodu Island, instead concentrating all her power on the battle with him.

Therefore, Yukinoshita Haruno and Yotsuya Miko, who were originally protecting the residents of Hinodu Island, had also entered Izanami's domain.

"This, is this the end?"

Miko Yotsuya, holding the Mikazuki Munechika, stepped forward and stared directly at Izanami, who was standing there, and chanted softly.

The members, seeing this, also released their Soul Avatars one after another.

"Open your eyes, Dodomeki."

"Tear off the disguise, Hone-Onna."

"Release resentment, Emperor Sutoku."

"Break free from restraints, Suzuhikohime."

"Pursue obsession, Kiyohime."

"Dispel the haze, Hiyoribo."

"Listen to your heart, Flying Head."

"Play the melody, Kinnara."

Looking at the Soul Avatars that emerged behind the Overload Club members, the people watching this illusion from all over the world, although the illusion no longer had sound due to the weakening of Izanami's power, they were not able to hear the members' Soul Avatar release phrases, but they could be sure of one thing.

These people are all "Mask's" assistants.

"Big brother..."

Kyoka Kawasaki looked at "Mask" in the illusion, her two small hands clenched in front of her chest, her lips pursed nervously.

"You must win!"

......

At this time, Izanami, looking at the Soul Avatars of the Overload Club members that appeared in an instant, as well as the four spirits, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yae Bikuni, Kuchisake-onna, and Yato-no-Kami, standing there, couldn't help but take two steps back, the misty aura on her face disappeared, revealing a face that was completely identical to Rikka Sakurakawa's, but twisted in a hideous manner.

"I... I am a goddess who possesses the name of Izanami, you cannot... it's impossible, you absolutely cannot kill me..."

"Killing a god is something..."

Nightstar took two steps forward, and the tall, headless monster, half black and half white, reappeared behind him.

Except this time, wisps of spiritual power of different colors emanated from the Soul Avatars of all the members, including Tamamo-no-Mae, Yae Bikuni, Kuchisake-onna, and the red thread in Yato-no-Kami's hand, and at this moment, they all merged into Nightstar's Soul Avatar.

"It's not like we haven't done it before."

"Izanagi."

Looking at the tall black and white monster behind Nightstar, gradually turning into a humanoid creature wearing gorgeous white clothes, its body seemingly composed of some kind of metal, its eyes emitting pure golden light, and holding a long sword, Izanami felt an unprecedentedly intense fear at this moment, her body trembling as she retreated backward, uttering a desperate plea.

"No... no... don't kill me..."

Nightstar's actions did not hesitate in the slightest because of Izanami's desperate plea.

Izanagi raised the long sword in his hand and swung it down along with his words.

"It's over."

"Like the Founding Act · Tens of Thousands of Admonitions."

In a burst of light, people all over the Cherry Blossom Province watched Izanami's body rapidly melt away like spring snow, with an expression that seemed to be uttering a desperate roar.

And in the end, when Izanami completely disappeared, the illusion in the sky also disappeared.

"This is... did we win?"

People looked at each other, and after nearly half a minute, they finally reacted and burst into enthusiastic cheers.