In Black Fang's disbelieving gaze, Kamado Asaki's body wobbled as it stood up.
At the same time, from the headless body of Kamado Asaki, a pair of blazing white wings unfurled outward.
Each wing extended more than three meters across.
They trembled lightly, as if celebrating their own rebirth.
Black Fang looked at the severed head of Kamado Asaki in his hand, only to find that Asaki was also looking at him.
"Impossible. How could a newly-born Demon already be using a Blood Demon Art?"
"My talent was praised even by that Lord, who promised me the title of Lower Moon Six if I could fully master my Blood Demon Art, and allowed me to follow at his side!"
"You, a fresh Demon who doesn't even dare eat humans—how dare you, how the fuck dare you use a Blood Demon Art so quickly!"
"You, how dare you!"
Burning with envy, Black Fang exploded.
"Blood Demon Art: Bladed Hell!"
The grotesquely shaped cleaver reappeared in Black Fang's hands. His eyes turned blood-red, and even the six claw marks on both sides of his cheeks flushed crimson.
In a mindless frenzy, Black Fang tossed Kamado Asaki's head forward, raised his cleaver high, and brought it down with a fierce wind.
He wanted Asaki to taste what it felt like to have his skull split in half.
But a wave of fatal danger rushed at him from the side, targeting the back of his skull and heart.
That sensation—it was like the horrifying fear of death he felt after becoming a Demon and facing sunlight.
Every cell in his body screamed at him to dodge.
The situation was critical. With no other choice, Black Fang abandoned his attack on Kamado Asaki and rolled aside in a panic to evade the unknown threat.
Once he was clear of the danger zone and had regained his footing, he turned back to look.
He saw Kamado Asaki's body pressing the severed head back onto the neck stump, and in an instant, the flesh and muscle stitched together.
Kamado Asaki was whole again.
"The feeling of my head being attached to my body... fucking amazing."
Black Fang glanced at the wall and saw two blazing white feathers embedded in it, still emitting heat as they gradually faded into nothingness.
That lethal sensation from earlier—it came from those two feathers.
Now, Black Fang stood in stunned silence, repressing his wild urge to fight, and questioned Kamado Asaki.
"What the hell is your Blood Demon Art?"
"Why does it make me feel like I'm facing the sun?"
Kamado Asaki replied calmly, "What's it got to do with you? Weren't you real proud just now? So tell me, do you still want me to feel despair?"
On the surface, Asaki looked calm as hell.
But in truth, fuck if he knew what the hell just happened either.
When using Hinokami Kagura Breathing, Asaki had originally planned to enhance his physical capabilities drastically, then suddenly burst free from Black Fang's hold.
But during the breathing sequence, something weird happened to his body.
Maybe it was because he was a Demon trying to use a human Breathing Style, which led to some freak side effects.
Two strange yet familiar energies—tied directly to his bloodline—began rapidly growing and surging through him.
The origin of that energy was just above his shoulder blades, flanking his spine.
Then, a pair of massive, dazzling white wings burst through the skin of his back, emerging like a butterfly breaking from its cocoon.
In that moment, Asaki instantly understood.
This was his Blood Demon Art— Scorching Feather.
A bizarre stillness now hung between Black Fang and Kamado Asaki.
On one side, Black Fang stared at Asaki's Blood Demon Art, uncertain and uneasy. The longer he looked, the more it felt like those wings were literally forged from sunlight.
That overwhelming sense of lethal danger emanating from the white wings kept him frozen in place.
On the other side, Kamado Asaki was curiously trying to get used to his new wings.
He reached out and touched one of the blazing wings, but it was scorching hot, and his fingers turned black with burns.
"My Blood Demon Art... is it fucking friendly fire?"
"What the hell? Why am I getting burned too…"
Apparently, he couldn't touch these wings freely. Even though they were his Blood Demon Art, they could still harm him.
Despite being new, the wings felt just like an extension of Asaki's own limbs—nimble, responsive, and completely under his control.
He tried flapping them. Sadly, after lifting off the ground in a wobbly arc for a dozen centimeters, he almost slammed straight into the floor.
He had zero experience flying. Wings or not, he was still grounded as hell.
"Never thought the thing humans dreamed of in my past life—growing giant wings and soaring through the sky—would only come true after I turned into a Demon."
Still, Kamado Asaki believed that one day, he'd be able to fly for real.
Meanwhile, watching the flailing mess that was Kamado Asaki's attempts at flight, a flash of insight struck Black Fang's mind.
"Those wings… they absolutely have something to do with sunlight. If I report this to that Lord…"
"Haha, that Lord would be thrilled beyond belief. Maybe even reward me with a huge supply of blood and let me grow stronger."
"Hell, I might even become the Upper Moon One, second only to that Lord!"
So many dreams surged through his mind, and Black Fang grew more excited by the second.
"Little brat, just wait till your granddaddy Black Fang gets back. I'll let you off the hook for now!"
Kamado Asaki: "Hah?"
He couldn't believe it—Black Fang actually wanted to run away?
Without hesitation, Black Fang turned and bolted.
He didn't want to get stuck fighting Kamado Asaki.
The most urgent thing now was to report that this fresh Demon had wings with sunlight properties to that Lord.
Kamado Asaki had no idea what the fuck was going on.
He just saw Black Fang's face turn pale, then green, then white again, and finally twist into an expression so creepy it could rot a man to death.
"You running for real?"
Seeing Black Fang flee, Asaki instinctively gave chase.
He didn't know what exactly was happening, but one thing was for sure—if your enemy wants something, your job is to fuck that up.
But he had barely taken a few steps when Black Fang, who had just escaped, suddenly ran back, his face contorted in rage.
"Oi, are you fighting or running? Which the fuck is it?" Asaki snapped.
This Demon had just been under massive pressure a second ago.
But now? He looked like a damn moron.
Clenching his fangs, Black Fang growled bitterly, "If the sun hadn't come up, if it weren't daylight outside already, you think I'd be running back and forth like this…"
Asaki blinked in realization.
Ah, that made sense.
While he was locked in the bear cave fighting Black Fang, the hidden sun had crept over the horizon and was now casting its light and warmth.
"So now, you can't run. And there's no way out."
In an instant, the atmosphere between Black Fang and Kamado Asaki turned deadly serious.
When two Demons fight, one must fall.
Only one Demon would walk out of this cave alive tonight.
"Run away? You think I'm that weak?" Black Fang growled, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse.
You, who just a while ago got your head chopped off and limbs torn apart—now that you've awakened a Blood Demon Art, you think you can suppress me?
I, Black Fang, have spent decades fighting Demons and Demon Slayers alike.
Countless arrogant fools— human and Demon alike have died at my hands.
Kid, no matter how special your Blood Demon Art is, I won't be afraid of you.
If that's the case, then I'll take the trouble to rip your limbs off again and personally drag you to that Lord.
(End of Chapter)
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