The dark red beam instantly tore through the haze in the courtyard.
There is no dazzling magic showdown, but a one-sided crushing without any suspense.
John Heat Vision, gushing out of his eyes, swept the tumbling white sand in the center of the courtyard with terrifying heat that could melt steel.
Even the burning smell didn't have time to spread in the air.
The green will-o'-the-wisps that were still waving their teeth in mid-air evaporated completely like morning dew that was exposed to direct sunlight the moment they came into contact with the heat vision.
Immediately afterwards, the so-called Great Yokai, which had just emerged from the ground with a ferocious head and was about to roar, was directly vaporized by the high-temperature beam before even having time to reveal its complete body.
A blackened ravine more than two meters wide was plowed out of the gravel ground, and the stones on the edge even showed a translucent vitrified state due to the high temperature.
It only took a second.
John blinked, and the red light in his eyes disappeared instantly.
He turned his head and looked at Lynn, his expression was like that of a good child who had just thrown the garbage into the trash can, waiting for his parents' praise.
Lynn smiled and touched his hair, indicating that he did a good job.
At this time, there was a deathly silence in the courtyard.
The hand of the young leader Onmyōji holding the folding fan was still frozen in mid-air, and his face painted with white powder was now paler than the dead.
The Shikigami that he was so proud of, the monster that his family spent decades cultivating underground, was just gone?
Without even a scream, it turned into a wisp of smoke?
"Asshole... kill them! Use Ten Thousand Talisman Formation!"
The young man finally came to his senses and screamed hysterically.
Although the remaining dozen Onmyōji were also frightened, years of rigorous training still allowed them to react instinctively.
They bit their fingers at the same time and smeared the blood on Talisman Paper.
In an instant, hundreds of red Talisman Paper were like sharp blades, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, overwhelmingly sweeping towards Lynn and the children.
"Be careful!" Sato, who was hiding behind the car door, was so frightened that he closed his eyes.
But Lynn didn't even take his hands out of his windbreaker pocket, he just turned his head and looked to the side.
"Tommy, don't let those dirty things touch Annie's new clothes."
"Got it."
Tommy, who had always put it in his pocket, sighed, spit out the chewing gum in his mouth, put it into the wrapping paper and pinched it.
The boy raised his head and looked calmly at the flying Talisman Paper Stormfront.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
It was as if an invisible wall of transparent air rose up instantly.
Those hundreds of Talisman Paper with huge kinetic energy stopped abruptly five or six meters away from them, and just hung in mid-air strangely, unable to move forward or retreat.
Tommy tilted his head slightly and made a kneading gesture in the air.
Those hovering Talisman Paper were instantly squeezed crazily by a huge Telekinesis, and were crumpled into a strong paper ball the size of a basketball.
Then the boy's eyes moved, and the huge paper ball was thrown back at a speed ten times faster than when it flew over. With a muffled bang, it hit the face of a mage wearing an evil ghost mask, causing the opponent to fall on his back and cause a bloody nose.
"Hey! Save me something fun!"
Reggie shouted excitedly.
For this little black man with late-stage ADHD, the scene in front of him was simply more exciting than an amusement park.
His figure instantly disappeared on the spot, leaving only a blue afterimage and a gust of wind.
Those Onmyōji couldn't see clearly the movements of Reggie. They only felt a gust of wind blowing past them. Then, the Talisman Paper in their hands was empty before they could throw it out.
What's even worse is that when they tried to reach for their spare weapons at their waists, they found that their belts had been untied at some point, and even tied tightly with the belts of their companions next to them.
With a muffled thumping sound, several Onmyōji tripped over their own pants and fell together like stacks of Arhats. Oops.
"Hahaha, your movements are too slow, it's like a group of turtles playing back in slow motion!"
Reggie has returned to the original place, holding a large handful of colorful Talisman Paper in his hands, making faces at them triumphantly.
At the edge of the courtyard, several warriors who seemed to be the elite guards of the Kamo Clan took advantage of the chaos and quietly pulled out Samurai Sword, trying to bypass the children's defense line from the shadows on the side, and directly attacked Lynn standing at the end.
But they obviously forgot about the black ghost who had never spoken.
There is nothing fancy about Black Noir's movements, and it doesn't even make a sound.
He seemed to have grown directly from the shadow on the ground, appearing in front of the elite warriors in an instant.
The hand rises and the knife falls.
Black Noir used his bare hands to crush the wrist of the samurai at the front with a clean, bare-handed move. He grabbed Samurai Sword and hit the opponent's carotid artery heavily with the handle of the knife.
Then he turned around and kicked sideways, sending the other samurai flying away with his sword. He hit the stone wall heavily and passed out immediately.
The whole process takes less than three seconds.
Black Noir didn't even pull out the two swords on his back, but used pure physical strength and fighting skills to pile these so-called family elites in a corner aside like they were cleaning up garbage.
The sooner the battle starts, the sooner it ends.
Only the young master Kamo Family is still standing in the courtyard.
His folding fan fell to the ground, and his legs shook like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
He looked at the black kid who was still making faces at him, at the cool boy who rolled the family secret Talisman Paper into a ball, and then at the black-clad killer next to him who piled the family's elite in the corner like trash.
The worldview he had built up since childhood completely collapsed at this moment.
At this time, Kevin, who had not participated in the battle, slowly walked to an artificial landscape koi pond in the corner of the courtyard.
He did not look at the frightened young master, but squatted down and put his white hand into the water.
Several large koi fish that were originally frightened by the explosion just now hid in the cracks of the rocks. After Kevin reached out, they swam out slowly and rubbed the boy's fingers affectionately. The fish's mouths opened and closed, as if they were communicating something.
Kevin listened carefully for a while, then turned to look at Lynn.
"Lynn, these fat fish complained to me, saying that this family always pours some smelly red paint into the pool, and pieces of paper often fall in. The water quality is too bad. They asked me if I can take them back to live in New York's Manor."
The boy's serious narration seemed particularly funny in the courtyard that was filled with solemnity and embarrassment, and there was also a sense of absurdity coming over him.
Lynn looked at this scene and finally couldn't help but chuckle.
He still put his hands casually in the pockets of his windbreaker, stepped on the scattered white sand and gravel under his feet, and walked slowly to the trembling young man in the background of groans as he fell to the ground.
Lynn lowered his head and looked at the other party's eyes that were completely occupied by despair and fear.
He didn't use any threatening words, nor did he exude any murderous intent.
"Look."
Lynn's voice was very gentle, as natural as chatting with a neighbor, "Even the fish don't like you. It seems that the lessons learned in the mall are not enough."
The young man's teeth were chattering up and down. He wanted to retreat, but his legs were completely out of control, and his whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Lynn bent down slightly and looked straight into his eyes, "I brought the children to Tokyo just for a vacation, to eat some delicious food and buy a few boxes of game cartridges. If you think this makes you uncomfortable, you can hold it in."
A breeze blew through the devastated courtyard, gently blowing up the hem of Lynn's windbreaker.
"Now, get out of the way, the children are going in to visit."