Chapter 337: One blade, one blade, burning blade!

Team Wan Wan Hua Jing vs. Team Urameshi

When the referee, Usagi, made this announcement, the giant broadcast screen immediately projected the confused expressions of the crowd. They had never heard the name of this team before.

There were audience members, participants, and the referee herself—"Eh? Why is it Team Wan Wan Hua Jing?"

The next thought was, "Who is Team Wan Wan Hua Jing?"

The girl exclaimed, sweating profusely as she hurriedly flipped through the information in her hand. The team appearing this time didn't seem to match her impression at all. After a long while, she received instructions from the organizers and hurriedly explained.

"That... because the captain of Team Toguro, who originally entered the finals, voluntarily transferred the team to the new Team Wan Wan Hua Jing, this match is temporarily changed to Team Urameshi versus Team Wan Wan Hua Jing."

After saying this quickly, the petite Usagi covered her ears, her body trembling slightly as she crouched down, shielding her head.

Clearly, she knew this explanation wouldn't satisfy everyone and couldn't convince the crowd. The audience immediately erupted into an uproar.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastards!"

"I'll kill you! Assholes!"

"Are you playing us for fools!"

Many demons knew that the rules for this tournament had changed slightly from previous years; participants didn't have to be fixed at five people, as long as it was between three and five. That was why Team Urameshi had made it all the way through with only four people.

But such things were voluntary; they had fewer people but still defeated teams with more, so no one could say anything.

But changing the rules temporarily like this, letting an unknown team replace the championship team that held the last hope of the demons, was completely a farce.

Feelings of anger stirred up various thick demonic energy waves. The demons, longing to see a top-tier head-to-head confrontation, were deeply disappointed and began grabbing whatever was at hand—or even weak demons—to throw into the arena.

Hiei's evaluation was: "Boring."

Kuwabara scratched his hair, seemingly not knowing what to do.

Upon hearing this strange team name, Kurama's expression changed slightly.

As for Urameshi Yusuke, he let out another big yawn. He had faced many opponents so far, but relying on his own outstanding talent, the Spirit Wave Fist taught by Genkai, and his innate extraordinary combat instinct, he was always the one left standing at the end.

"Whoever it is, come quickly."

——I will win.

Anyway, no matter who it is, I will win.

This was what the youth named Urameshi Yusuke was thinking at this moment.

But, this was a trial!

"Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama... Heh↑hahahaha↑haha↑ Do you know? What could be the problem with a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes?"

A burst of shrill, seemingly happy laughter rang out from the empty passage opposite. The meaning contained within it was both provocative and baffling.

Especially Kuwabara Kazuma. As a delinquent who couldn't study and spent his days idling and fighting, his brain wasn't very sharp. What he originally wanted to say was derailed by this sudden question, and he was now blankly thinking about the answer.

Although he played plenty of video games, in this world that was likely the 90s, it was absolutely impossible for him to guess.

"The answer is—the potatoes weren't added! Wahahaha!"

Seemingly very satisfied with this cold joke, the man's voice laughed loudly as if no one else was around.

Then, the guy who posed the question snapped his fingers and spoke in a tone that anyone present would find brazen: "To think you couldn't even answer such a question... then your defeat today is destined!"

"Yusuke, don't make a move yet." Kuwabara Kazuma, feeling played, shouted dissatisfiedly: "Let this great me go and give him a taste of my power first!"

He bent his legs, exerted a little force, and jumped onto the ring. He peered at the opponent's passage, from which no one had emerged since the start, and crooked his finger: "Coward, not coming..."

"Shut up! Who are you calling a coward!"

With a loud bang.

The next moment, Kuwabara Kazuma flew backward.

The contrast between extreme stillness and extreme motion made it feel as if the entire world had frozen. The angry shouts and exclamations from the audience hadn't yet ceased when the sonic boom exploded again. The surging air waves, like an invisible thick wall, suppressed all other noise.

The powerful shockwave blasted Kuwabara, who had just steadied himself, off the ring. Immediately following, a lithe black shadow pursued like a shadow, like a sharp arrow, bringing with it a trail of scorching light.

"Ugh!"

Kuwabara Kazuma, twisted into a ball, slammed his back against the wall at the edge of the ring. For a moment, he felt his internal organs twisted into a knot.

Before he could even struggle to stand up, the crisp sound of a sword hummed right before his eyes.

"Clang————!"

Kuwabara's pupils shrank sharply. Looking at the massive blade that seemed ready to split him in two on the spot, his mind began to review his short life. He almost wanted to scream on the spot, "Sayonara! I'm done for!"

But for some people, their actions always precede their thoughts. Kuwabara Kazuma was such a person. At the critical moment, his body moved spontaneously. He held his hands in a virtual grip and roared.

"Extend, Spirit Sword—!!"

The spirit energy fluctuation in his body was pushed to the limit. This was his most lethal "Spirit Sword." Red, lightning-like spirit energy gathered in his hands, gradually condensing into the shape of a sword, held horizontally before him.

"Clang————!"

A clash between blade and sword rang out, and ripple-like shockwaves echoed continuously.

Almost at the same time, without even time to think, a massive flame surged from the long blade in front of him. The surrounding air ignited, bringing with it a sharp piercing sound, and the next strike attacked directly.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sky-high flames, accompanied by crimson blade light, illuminated the entire venue.

One blade after another, one blade connected to another. The flames burning on the blade grew more vigorous with each strike, and they seemed to be specifically targeting his Spirit Sword, with a posture of wanting to crush it.

The atmosphere was also vibrating crazily.

Kuwabara, who could only defend passively in the corner, was sweating profusely from the heat. With arm strength far exceeding ordinary people reinforced by spirit energy, he clearly felt at this moment that his arms were about to be shattered along with the Spirit Sword.

He glared with wide eyes, staring through the heavy flames at the person who had ambushed him...

A girl?

A Flame Haze warrior who wore a trench coat even in the scorching summer, nicknamed "Blade of Fury"—no, wait, she was known as the "Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Hunter."

——Tachi-wielder! Shana, enters the stage!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 338 =====