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"If we start from scratch, it will probably take two months."
Xueqing shook her head decisively: "We don't have that much time."
"If it's already available, just change the size and it'll be done quickly."
Chapter 34 The Green Knight
Xue Qing decisively said: "I
"They need to change the size! We don't have that much time!"
Dou Tang was about to open his mouth, but he had no choice but to close it.
To be honest, he really wanted to have a leather suit custom-made from scratch.
………………
Night fell.
Last night, regarding the murder case on the outskirts of the city center, only the half-demons ultimately learned of it from the outside world.
To their surprise, an entire area was now empty. Not only were the half-demons who usually patrolled gone, but even the core area where they were usually stationed had disappeared.
The venomous snakes on the outskirts of the city center, that guy named Snake Warehouse, have disappeared.
The half-demon gang led by Crocodile Ying, which controlled a commercial street and several bustling areas in the downtown area, also disappeared.
This strange situation made the half-demons wary, but some took the opportunity to rush into the place where Crocodile Ying and the others were, with the aim of devouring territory.
Their sole purpose was to take away the humans who were partners left behind by Crocodile Ying and the other half-demons in the stronghold.
Some half-demons see their partners as supportive companions, but Crocodile Ying and others are not like that. Many half-demons, represented by them, treat humans as resources that can be consumed and exploited in various ways. Those humans corrupted by demonic energy are like madmen addicted to the precious candy pills, capable of unleashing powerful forces, thus becoming cannon fodder to be sacrificed.
Half-demons can also use their demonic energy to control humans. Very few humans can resist their bodies' craving for demonic energy. Once a relationship of mutual absorption is established, these humans become slaves of the half-demons.
Now that Crocodile Ying and the others have disappeared, although it is unknown how they disappeared, this is undoubtedly an opportunity to take over those humans. Even if those humans can no longer return to a normal life, they can still satisfy the cruel and tyrannical desires of some monsters and be used as cannon fodder.
In the dead of night, the evil spirits began to stir.
In recent days, the number of evil spirits in Urayasu City has decreased significantly. Previously, one could encounter strange beings such as vengeful spirits that could contend with half-demons, but recently all of those things have disappeared, seemingly heading to Tokyo.
Therefore, the latter half of the night in Urayasu City, when even the Yakuza were resting, completely belonged to the half-demons.
The commercial street closes very early, and the opening hours of these places, which are essentially similar to a wet market, vary depending on people's schedules. Therefore, by 8 PM, no shops are open anymore. Moreover, it's already 2 AM.
The streets were pitch black, without even streetlights. This was a pedestrian street, and the streetlights would be turned off at midnight.
Now, the long street is completely dark, but a few people are standing there.
These people, some alone and some in groups, stood in twos and threes on the commercial street, looking at a house in the center of the street.
That was Crocodile Ying's stronghold. At this time, there were no half-demons stationed there, only a few humans imprisoned in the basement and treated like livestock.
Pairs of eerie eyes lit up in the darkness, staring at each other in a stalemate.
"Da da da……"
Suddenly, footsteps came from the house.
"Crash-"
The roller shutter door swayed and rose, making a jarring rattling sound. Suddenly, the shop door on the first floor was pulled open, and a hunchbacked middle-aged man with a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of decadence, listlessness, or a sense of being worn out) face walked out.
His eyes were a bright yellow. He slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and his eyes shone even brighter, as if two candles were lit behind his pupils.
"Hiss... Ha... It seems there are quite a few compatriots here today."
He looked around and laughed.
"Eight humans, it seems they have been deeply corrupted by demonic energy. As always, whoever wins takes them all."
He flicked the ash from his cigarette and stepped forward.
"Old Wolf, you always act as the referee and don't earn much. Are you really that kind-hearted?" someone suddenly sneered.
The half-demon known as Old Wolf looked in the direction from which the voice came and laughed: "Don't get me wrong, everyone. I, Old Wolf, am upholding justice for you all so that you'll stop trying to take advantage of me. Besides, without me, there would be no fairness among you, and the situation would only get worse, so bad that no one would even know who's been targeting them."
He sneered again, looking at the man and saying, "When the time comes, a bastard like you who talks nonsense will probably have his head smashed in the first place!"
After a year of adjustment, although the half-demons are still locked in a life-or-death struggle, they have developed a tacit understanding: the person named Old Wolf will act as the referee to conduct fair one-on-one battles.
The "resources" left behind by the dead half-demon, such as humans, are also resolved through arena battles. No matter what faction, they can only send one person to fight one-on-one. The winner advances, and the last person to win takes away all the "resources".
Half-demons were once beasts, and they understood the rules of beasts best. Even if they became human, it was just a symbolic framework.
The crowd slowly moved closer to the old wolf, but still maintained a safe distance.
Just as Old Wolf was about to speak, suddenly, a piercing motorcycle sound came from the distance of the commercial street.
“Sizzle——”
The motorcycle slammed on the brakes at the entrance of the commercial street, the sound of which was extremely jarring. The eyes of all the half-demons instantly dimmed; although they were arrogant, they didn't want to cause any more trouble.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter..."
A strange sound of footsteps came from behind, as if the person making the sound was wearing a suit of armor.
Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all turned their heads away.
At the other end of the road stood a person dressed in a black bodysuit with green armor, giving the immediate impression of... Kamen Rider.
"Damn it, it's that guy again!" One of the half-demons couldn't hold back any longer. A cold glint flashed in his hand as a short sword, about the length of his forearm, appeared in his grasp, ready for battle.
The other half-demons also took a step back, becoming wary.
This green knight, I don't know what's gotten into him, is always ruining the half-demons' plans. Although he's definitely a half-demon himself, he never tries to win over allies, but treats all other half-demons as enemies. Every time he attacks, he charges in recklessly, but he always manages to escape after being seriously injured.
The green knight approached, and suddenly spread his hand, revealing several thin, sharp spikes protruding from the holes on both sides of his gauntlet. These spikes were the color of white bone and looked as sharp as blades.
"Hey..."
The green knight let out a deep breath from inside his helmet, like a beast intimidating its enemies.
Old Wolf rubbed his eyes and said loudly, "Knight, you've come at a really bad time today. The half-demons gathered here all have their own territories. With so many people here, you don't really think you can escape, do you?"
Chapter 35 A knight's job is to take on multiple opponents.
The green knight's golden compound eyes slowly lit up, and a faint green light flowed from the gaps in his armor, clearly indicating that he was ready for battle.
Someone in the crowd sneered, "He's clearly a monster, but he really thinks he's a hero?"
The knight didn't waste any words; he simply flexed his fingers and nodded slightly, seemingly sizing up the group of monsters before him and deciding which one to attack first.
The half-demons whispered among themselves. After a moment, a tall man took off his coat, emerged from the darkness, and stood in front of all the half-demons, looking at the knight.
He was wearing a striped suit and black leather gloves, looking like a ruthless killer.
He tightened his tie, then looked at the green knight, rubbing his hands together, and said, "Ha, Kamen Rider... How ridiculous, there are still such childish guys like you among monsters."
“Although you’re not liked by everyone, we’ll still follow the rules, one-on-one…” The man in the suit lowered his body slightly, his back arched slightly, and his face gradually became ferocious, like a terrifying murderer.
His eyes gleamed a bright red light, he bared his teeth, and a series of threatening growls escaped his throat as he stared intently at the knight before him.
His figure grew even taller, his fitted trousers rustled as they snapped, his ankles rose, and his entire foot broke free of the constraints of his leather shoes, transforming into a beast-like form.
Although he didn't have wildly bent legs, the man in the suit looked completely unlike a human.
The short, stubby nails pierced through the leather gloves, gleaming with a chilling light.
The knight silently assumed a fighting stance, his feet one in front of the other, his hands loosely clenched into claws, the bone spikes on the outside of his hands like sharp knives in a defensive posture.
Old Wolf finished his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out, then raised one hand and said, "Alright, then, the first battle tonight will be Fox Wild versus Kamen Rider."
He swung his hand down forcefully, and shouted loudly, "Begin!"
“Whoosh—bang!”
In just a moment, the two disappeared from their original positions and collided violently!
The bone spurs collided with the sharp claws, producing a dull thud, and the two separated instantly after the collision.
The man in the suit, Fox Wild, shook his hand, his expression grave.
A hole appeared in the center of his palm, caused by the attack just now. He failed to block the knight's attack, and the sharp bone spike pierced through his palm. It could be said that he lost completely.
"Huff, huff, huff..." Foxy gasped for breath, staring at the knight in front of him.
The knight stood still and shook his hand, the blood from the bone spikes was flicked onto the ground, leaving a trail of blood droplets.
Old Wolf also frowned.
If a single strike could suppress Foxy...
He narrowed his eyes, sneered, and raised his hand: "Gentlemen...it seems we'll have to make an exception for today."
"Mr. Fox, do you think... this battle still needs to continue?"
Foxfield revealed a cunning and cruel smile, and took two steps back.
"Of course not! Everyone, let's get started! Today is the best chance to deal with this troublemaker!"
The knight was initially intimidated by the group's shameless behavior, then let out a cold snort, and the vents on both sides of his mask trembled violently. He raised his hands slightly at his sides, like an insect spreading its body in a show of defiance, then suddenly clenched his fists, assuming a fighting stance.
"Roar!!"
"Ho, ho..."
"kill him!"
"Kill this piece of trash!"
The curses of the half-demons rose and fell, and about a third of them stepped forward, their bodies undergoing varying degrees of mutation, transforming into monsters that were either covered in fur or covered in scales and thick skin.
Their heavy footsteps thundered like a stampede of beasts as they charged toward the knight. They had long harbored resentment towards this self-proclaimed Kamen Rider of Urayasu City, and now was the time for revenge.
This guy is far too arrogant. In the past, he would only target half-demons when they were alone. But now, he actually dares to think that he can fight against so many half-demons all by himself.
This is clearly suicide!
The golden-eyed insect did not back down. Behind him was the bright light of the motorcycle, and in front of him was a group of half-demons with glowing eyes. Even in the face of such a troublesome situation, he simply silently got into position, his golden compound eyes shining calmly.
"Dengdengdeng..."
The chaotic footsteps were extremely noisy, so the knight bravely and fearlessly stepped forward and charged towards the half-demons.
When he was still seven or eight meters away, he suddenly leaped up, stretched out his leg, and charged towards the enemies in a flying kick.
"Oh!"
He delivered a powerful kick to the shoulder of a half-demon, knocking him to the ground. He rolled on the ground to regain his balance and, without pausing, reached out to fight off the other half-demons who rushed at him.
Ordinary half-demons seemed to be no match for him at all; in just one exchange, their chests were pierced by sharp bone spikes, and they were forced to take two steps back.
The knight twisted his waist and kicked a man in the chest, sending him flying. Using the momentum, he leaped towards the half-demon whose chest had just been slashed, clenching his fists and bringing them down.
"Pfft!"
Six sharp bone spurs on the outside of his arms pierced into the half-demon's shoulders like daggers.
Using the force of the downward fall, the knight swung his hand downwards forcefully.
“Ahhhhh——!”
A scream rang out in front of him as two bone spikes ripped the half-demon's arms off his sides and forcibly pulled them down!
The sight of blood and bones ignited the ferocity of the surrounding half-demons, and in an instant, many sharp teeth and claws flew towards the knight's back.
The knight moved swiftly, rolling backward and slamming his hands into the ground as he landed on his feet. His chest and face grazed the claws as he leaped into the air, escaping the encirclement.
After standing still, the knight slightly raised his hands, then bent his arms. His muscles bulged under his tight black leather suit, and the bone spurs on his hands protruded outwards again, making him look exceptionally fierce. Drops of blood dripped down along the arc of the bone spurs.
The half-demons, having missed their target, turned to look at the knight who was adjusting his posture. Each of them was as fierce as a demon, their bodies trembling, and they charged forward again!
The knight had no choice but to fight back, and in an instant he was surrounded again.
This time, the half-demons were a little wary and used all sorts of harassment to distract the knight. After a while, someone finally managed to touch the knight's body.
As the knight was chasing a half-demon, a half-demon with claws over ten centimeters long decisively reached out and scratched the knight's back.
Several bloody marks appeared immediately, and the armor and leather clothing were torn apart in an instant—it was just a leather suit.
The knight groaned in pain, staggered, and hurriedly dodged the attacks of the others. He rolled over, turned around, and swung his arm, causing a bone spike to pierce the calf of a half-demon next to him, pulling him to the ground.
Chapter 36: Second and Third Riders Appear
Facing the half-demon who had been knocked to the ground, the knight did not hesitate. His muscular arm swung down, and a bone spike pierced the half-demon's throat with a clang. The half-demon didn't even have time to scream before his eyes went dark and he died completely.
The knight was panting heavily, and a gust of wind came from behind him. He knew this was not the time to rest, so he rolled over again, but he was still grabbed on the shoulder. The leather hood on his shoulder was ripped off, and several claw marks were left on his shoulder.