Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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The previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, as if a flock of squawking ducks had been poisoned and rendered mute in an instant.

It was quiet and still, but Dou Tang could hear that many people were breathing heavily, as if they were excited.

The sound of the motorcycle gradually rose upwards, reaching the third floor.

The bright blue painted motorcycle roared up to the third floor. The rider was dressed in black underneath a red and white special attack uniform. The long hem of the uniform fluttered in the wind like a cape.

He drove his motorcycle to the very center of the parking lot, then stopped it and shone his lights on the platform like spotlights.

The person wearing the mask was quite tall, exactly the same height as Dou Tang, and their features were almost identical. However, their eyes revealed fatigue and dejection, lacking the sharpness of Dou Tang's.

Chapter 174 A strong debut

His boots clattered on the ground as he walked toward the platform under the silent gaze of the biker gang.

Like a superstar walking the red carpet.

Dou Tang rubbed his chin below, feeling that he was indeed not as eye-catching as this guy in terms of prestige.

Without a doubt, the guy in front of me is Kiryu Toudou, the so-called leader of the headless dogs.

The story of the real and fake Monkey Kings is one of them.

The fake Kiryu Toudou walked onto the platform, and then the captains followed him up and sat on both sides, leaving the folding chair in the middle for him.

Yagino handed him the microphone with a respectful attitude.

The fake Kiryu Toudou took the microphone, tapped it twice, then looked at the more than two hundred people below the stage and straightened his back.

"Good evening, everyone."

His voice was deep and magnetic, just like Dou Tang's.

This made Dou Tang somewhat wary.

It's perfectly normal to find someone in the world who is very similar to you.

But this guy in front of me even has a voice that sounds so much like mine?

It doesn't seem quite right... Maybe it's not just about looking alike.

There was no resentment, no crown-like sign, and it wasn't an evil spirit, so what was going on?

Dou Tang continued to observe.

The fake Kiryu Toudou continued, "My fellow headless dogs, tonight, we have finally... gathered in Tokyo."

Some people below began to whisper among themselves, but the fake Kiryu Todoroki did not stop them. Instead, he raised his voice to drown them out and said, "A few months ago, Oni Island was destroyed."

“Among you are members of Oni Island, people who know me, and even people I have defeated.”

He looked at the people in front of him, pacing slowly, and really did look like the leader of some kind of organization.

“But now, we are one, we came from outside Tokyo, like wildfire, burning into Tokyo.” He clenched one fist, seemingly somewhat angry: “Today’s gathering has two purposes.”

"First, let's announce our presence to Tokyo. Comrades, Tokyo will definitely have a place for us."

More powerful than Onigashima, more powerful than any biker gang that has ever appeared in Tokyo, we will be the new masters of Tokyo's underworld.

The whispers disappeared.

The new masters of Tokyo's underworld?

Dou Tang suppressed a smile.

"These words are arrogant, aren't they? You want to laugh, don't you?" the fake Kiryu Toudou on the stage suddenly said.

He glanced around, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a surging, unwavering conviction.

"But without this confidence, the headless dog is no different from the ghost island, and I will bring about its own destruction just as I destroyed the ghost island."

Fake Kiryu Toudou paused, put down his hand, twisted his neck and took two more steps, looking relaxed and carefree.

He then continued speaking, his voice lowered, filled with murderous intent and ruthlessness.

"Secondly, it was the declaration of war."

"Asakura, stand up."

Chiba Asakura, her body wrapped in bandages, stood up and looked ahead.

The fake Kiryu Toudou pointed at Asakura Chiba and said, "Those bald guys, the team led by that imposter, have already made their move against us."

"When Asakura was looking for territory for us, he was attacked by that group of crazy bald men and even injured like this. Gentlemen, this is the signal to start a war and a challenge to us."

Attacked? It was clearly that guy who led a group to ambush his own underlings, wasn't it?

Dou Tang, the true leader of the Bald Group, crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"They've assembled a group of delinquent high school students under my name, and they think they can run rampant in Tokyo? You guys have probably heard too many rumors about the Bald Gang!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with anger, as he pointed at Chiba Asakura, "Now, our important comrades have been beaten like this by those guys! Almost every member of the Second Division is injured!"

"Would we choose not to fight?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people below started shouting at once.

"Fight back!" "Kill those bald guys!"

"Take over our territory!"

"Kill that bastard who impersonates Kiryu-nii!"

In an instant, bloodlust and madness were unleashed, and with the encouragement of those who had spoken first, the crowd erupted in a cacophony of voices.

Dou Tang had seen this kind of farce before. He slowly pushed through the crowd and moved forward little by little, like a small boat on the sea.

The fake Kiryu Toudou on the stage pressed his palm down to quell the crowd's commotion and continued, "My fellow travelers, you are right."

"We must fight."

He raised a finger and roared, "So! From today onwards! It's time for us to officially begin war with the Bald Guys!"

"Fight! Crush them! Prove our strength, prove we are the strongest in Tokyo, it's that simple!"

He pounded his chest and continued to shout, "Proving—that it's a fake—is useless!"

"That piece of trash is using my name, but you will prove who the real one is! Whether it's the former leader of Oni Island or the infamous Lone Wolf delinquent, at this moment, they are all one of us!"

He waved that finger behind him, gesturing to everyone to the squad leaders behind him.

"Under my leadership and the leadership of all the captains, we will reach a level far surpassing Onigashima and the Bald Gang! We will truly dominate Tokyo!"

Iwabuchi Mei suddenly stood up on the stage, but because he was behind and to the side of the fake Kiryu Toudou, he was not noticed.

But everyone in the audience saw it.

Iwabuchi's face was filled with gloom and anger, as if he had heard insulting words.

Dou Tang understood that she could no longer endure it.

So he took off his white special forces jacket, revealing his pure black, sharp-looking clothes, just like a warrior's.

It's time to take action.

Dou Tang removed his mask, and his eyes shone like bright stars. The dazzling blue light left faint trails in the air, which slowly dissipated as he moved forward.

He slowly parted the crowd.

Meanwhile, Iwabuchi Mei on the stage walked over to the fake Kiryu Toudou, snatched the microphone from his hand, and stared intently at him.

The fake Kiryu Toudou looked at Iwabuchi Mei with some confusion, and frowned.

Iwabuchi Mei picked up the microphone, looked at the fake Kiryu Toudou, and said, word by word, "Are you really... Kiryu Toudou?"

"Iwabuchi Mei... what do you want to say?" Fake Kiryu Toudou asked, frowning, veins bulging at the corners of his eyes, clearly suppressing a sudden surge of anger.

“If you were Kiryu Toudou…” Iwabuchi Mei’s voice was amplified by the microphone to the point that everyone could hear it clearly.

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed to the blue motorcycle in the middle of the three-story parking lot.

"Di."

The glaring headlights of the blue motorcycle were suddenly turned off, and everyone could see the tall man standing next to the motorcycle, dressed in black with his head down.

"...Then who is he?"

Dou Tang slowly raised his head.

Eyes blazing with azure light appeared in everyone's sight.

The air seemed to condense in the blue eyes of the ghosts and gods.

Chapter 175: Were they all taught by the same master?

The air seemed to freeze.

Heavy breathing filled the crowd, representing the nerves of ordinary people being oppressed by the scene before them.

Some people wanted to speak, but felt that all their ability to speak was stifled in front of those eyes.

Deep in his throat, before him, were words spoken without permission.

We can only remain silent.

The oppressive aura was spreading, far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

Dou Tang stood beside the motorcycle, slightly raising his head from below, looking at another version of himself on the stage.

The fake Kiryu Toudou on the stage did not panic. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Yame, control Iwabuchi Mei."

Before the words were even finished and before the Eight Eyes Brothers could stand up, Yan Yuanmei charged towards the audience below the stage.

The moment Yan Yuanmei jumped off the platform, Dou Tang also moved!

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, he lowered his body and, like a lean tiger sprinting through the night, charged out along the central straight line at a speed beyond human comprehension.

Blue light and shadow swirled in the air as Dou Tang strode across the ground, accompanied by a whistling wind. In just an instant, he arrived below the high platform.

Yan Yuanmei jumped down, and Dou Tang stretched out his hands to support her, allowing her to land steadily.

He continued his momentum, leaping up and kicking the fake Kiryu Todoroki.

Fake Kiryu Toudou pulled his leg back and twisted his waist, suddenly assuming a fighting stance. He reached out to actively meet Toudou's kick, bracing himself with both hands and then sliding backward to dissipate the force of the kick.

Selflessness and devotion...?!

Dou Tang's eyes widened immediately.

The Thirteen Postures of the Wu Family?

After the force of the kick was dissipated, the fake Kiryu Toudou took advantage of the positional advantage of the staggered step, raised his hand to form a palm strike, and used the heel of his palm as the point of force to strike Toudou's chest!

"Hey!"

Dou Tang hastily raised his hand to block, only to feel a tremendous force coming from him. His body, which was already in mid-air, was forcefully pushed back by this palm.

What a strength!

After Dou Tang landed, she took a deep breath and reached out to cover Yan Yuan's eyebrows.

The fake Kiryu on the stage did not pursue, but stood there quietly watching Dou Tang.

At this moment, the people around realized what was happening, and the crowd began to stir. Several captains behind the fake Kiryu also wanted to rush forward.

The fake Kiryu raised his hand and said coldly, "Shut up."

The squad leaders seemed to have great respect for him, and immediately fell silent. Yagino even shouted loudly, "Quiet down! Shut your mouths, you bunch of bastards!"

The previously restless crowd instantly quieted down; or rather, some of them obeyed, but most still wanted to watch the spectacle.

I want to see how things develop next.

Despite being surrounded by enemies and in their stronghold, Dou Tang remained completely calm. He took the microphone from Yan Yuanmei and asked, "Who are you?"

The fake Kiryu spread his arms slightly, his eyes seemingly filled with anger.

"I am Kiryu Toudou."

"Is this really that hard to understand?!"

He seemed unable to contain his rage and roared furiously.

Dou Tang squinted and stared at him quietly.

This guy in front of me claims to be Kiryu Toudou, yet he also has his own Thirteen Styles of the Takeshi family. What's his background?

Tou-tang said, "It seems there's no suspense about who the real Kiryu Tou-tang is."