Akihabara.
The moment Fang Wuwei stepped in, he was surrounded by maids all over the street, calling him 'Master' one after another, a group of maids wanting to drag him into their coffee shop for a good treat.
His clothes looked expensive, and he was handsome; he must be a rich and idle young master. If they could latch onto him...
Fang Wuwei didn't have the leisure to deal with them, but he couldn't just start a massacre, making it difficult to get away for a while...
It wasn't until they pulled out a completely empty wallet from Fang Wuwei that the group dispersed, but the wallet was taken, leaving Fang Wuwei feeling like crying without tears. That thing was bought by Wuwei for a hefty 1 point just to get away!
Even if he drove away the obstacles, in the vast sea of people, even with a frame, it would take some time to find someone. There were too many people here... and some people were very large, making it even harder to find.
No choice, let's take it slow, there's still plenty of time...
————This is a long dividing line————
It wasn't until dusk fell that Fang Wuwei finally spotted the red frame in the endless crowd.
By that time, they were no longer in Akihabara. Fang Wuwei chased the red dot on the radar until he was out of Akihabara. The red dot continued to move, finally stopping in an old Residential Area.
Fang Wuwei followed behind the transvestite, turning left and right with him. Already irritable, he couldn't help but think about just rushing up and punching him.
It wasn't until he turned a corner following the transvestite that he lost sight of him.
Lost him?
Fang Wuwei tilted his head in confusion. Although he maintained a certain distance for caution, he shouldn't have completely lost him, right? He subconsciously glanced at the radar, only to find that the red dot representing the enemy and the green dot representing himself overlapped...
Above his head!
Fang Wuwei didn't even lift his head; his body moved first. He instinctively leaped backward, and with a blinding white flash, a deep sword mark appeared where Fang Wuwei had been standing.
The transvestite descended from the sky. Although this strike missed, Fang Wuwei clearly saw the strength and speed of the person in front of him—he would be the most difficult opponent he had encountered so far, not to mention he also had a fast blade.
He dodged?
The transvestite beside him was also full of doubts. If it were just an ordinary person, it would be impossible to dodge this strike, but if he wasn't an ordinary person...
Damn it, didn't they say this was just an everyday world?
When he was being followed by Fang Wuwei, he always felt an inexplicable chill, indicating that he was being watched. But every time he tried to expose or counter-track, he would be inexplicably interrupted by something—for example, when he suddenly turned around, he would be blocked by a large vehicle, or, more ridiculously, a pigeon would fly directly into his face.
Placing the battlefield in the old town was also part of the plan. Alley fighting was his specialty, and he wanted to eliminate the enemy in his most proficient area.
The transvestite flicked the katana in his hand, sheathed it, and crouched low, rushing towards Fang Wuwei. Fang Wuwei calmly pulled out knuckle dusters from his system space and put them on. Finally, he sharply sidestepped, narrowly dodging the attack, and threw a punch towards the transvestite's head.
The transvestite's eyes narrowed, and his reaction was extremely swift. He pushed off with his foot, rapidly flying backward, while simultaneously bringing his sword back to guard his head.
This punch landed squarely on the transvestite's sword, but the transvestite had already pushed off and retreated, and even used Fang Wuwei's punch to create distance. As the strongest member of this Reincarnation Team and the one who had been in the Main God Space the longest, if he hadn't felt he lacked sufficient leadership ability, the captain's position wouldn't have gone to that big guy. Therefore, everyone in the team treated him with utmost respect.
The transvestite immediately saw that Fang Wuwei was not simple and naturally dared not be careless. He suddenly lunged forward with a sword, leaving afterimages. Even Fang Wuwei, with his Sharingan activated, couldn't fully discern the transvestite's movement path; he was clearly getting serious.
His pupils constricted, and Fang Wuwei hurriedly dodged. He didn't dare to gamble whether his sword could break his defense, not to mention he currently had no suitable weapon. With the enemy's speed, even pulling out a pistol would likely miss.
This was the first time Fang Wuwei had been outmaneuvered in terms of speed.
He narrowly dodged another sword strike, but the next instant, another strike followed. Fang Wuwei could only retreat again, using the momentum generated by his rapid movement to dodge the first strike. The good news was that he did dodge another strike; the bad news was that he lost his balance to dodge it.
His footwork began to falter and become chaotic. Before he could stabilize, another sword strike came. Having no other option, a golden light flashed in Fang Wuwei's eyes. Dark golden gilded light enveloped Fang Wuwei's fists, and instead of retreating, he advanced, awkwardly twisting his body. The sword stabbed solidly into Fang Wuwei's shoulder, caught by his firm muscles.
Without hesitation, Fang Wuwei punched towards the transvestite's face, but the transvestite on the other side reacted even faster, suddenly kicking Fang Wuwei, intending to pull out his sword.
But the fist was already at his face, and the sword remained motionless. So the transvestite decisively let go, allowing himself to fly backward with the force of the kick. Fang Wuwei was also kicked backward, falling to the ground. This punch only hit the sole of the transvestite's foot.
Fang Wuwei got up clumsily and smashed the katana stuck in his body, breaking it. The two enhanced attacks of Imposing Might ended, and the skill entered cooldown. He stared intently at the transvestite, guarding against his further attacks.
However, the transvestite was not unscathed. The sole of his foot, which had taken a direct punch, throbbed with pain, and he felt intense pain every time he stepped on the ground. His foot bones were definitely broken, and it was likely that the injury extended higher up his leg. Now, he had two choices before him.
First, to alleviate the pain, he would be forced to reduce his movement speed—which was almost fatal for a swordsman, especially since his only advantage was speed.
Second, to ignore the pain and maintain his original attack rhythm, with unknown consequences.
He wasn't afraid of developing chronic issues; he trusted the Main God's healing effects. But he was afraid of revealing a weakness due to pain during combat—he wasn't devoid of sensation.
What to do...
The transvestite admitted that he was a bit flustered at this moment. In pursuit of the way of the sword, he had invested almost all his points from multiple missions into pure swordsmanship. Absolute lethality and speed were his hallmarks. He hadn't bought any flashy skills like his other companions; only the sword in his hand was everything.
But at this moment, his pride was shattered. No... there was still a chance.
The transvestite pulled out another katana from the void, deciding to ignore his injuries and maintain his original offensive rhythm, rushing forward.
Since slowing down the attack rhythm would put him at a disadvantage, it was better to take a gamble and eliminate the enemy in front of him before he couldn't bear the pain anymore!
Even though the pain in his foot almost paralyzed the transvestite's brain, he still refused to slow down, even accelerating, transforming into a flash of lightning and striking directly at Fang Wuwei's neck, intending to decapitate him.
One strike! Just one strike! But this strike was a gamble for his life! If this strike failed to kill the enemy, his overexertion, ignoring his injuries, would definitely render his injured foot immobile for a short period. At that point, it would be his death.
This one strike would determine both superiority and life or death.
————Short Theater————
"My head hurts so much... It's so hard without wine, ah, my happiness spiral ~ Eh? What's this? Wild Ghost Slayer Wine! This location, could it be the half-box I threw away yesterday? Lucky ~ As expected, I love wine, and wine loves me too ~ Hooray! Cheers! Yay!"