"Demons are the lowest of the low," Uzui Tengen said, each word dripping with mockery towards Kokushibou.
How could a demon who had abandoned his humanity have the audacity to say such a thing?
During his time as a ninja, he would inevitably encounter some eccentric employers who, believing that money could buy a person's life, treated them as less than human.
They spoke of nothing but hierarchy, status, and worth.
Uzui Tengen's dark red eyes coldly observed the man before him; it was clear this demon was such a being.
Kokushibou's three eyes held a hint of anger, and a powerful oppressive sensation swept through the air, enough to make one gasp for breath. Even Tengen felt a slight tension.
"Fallen into depravity?"
"The lowest of the low?"
"Hmph!"
Kokushibou sneered. How dare they speak such offensive words to him.
Was becoming a demon falling into depravity?
He had merely made the correct choice as a warrior pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts.
As for the lowest of the low?
He was the head of the Tsugikuni family!
His status was beyond the comprehension of these short-sighted individuals.
"Humans…should…take responsibility…for their words."
Staring intently at Kokushibou's every move, a drop of sweat trickled down his forehead, yet Uzui Tengen still responded loudly.
"Responsibility? I am the most responsible man!"
Kokushibou suddenly vanished from his sight. Uzui Tengen raised his two blades, thinking to himself.
As expected, it wasn't as simple as he thought!
Moon Breathing, Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Shredding!
As Kokushibou swung his blade with great force, his nichirin blade, covered in grotesque eyeballs from the hilt to the tsuba and the edge, was revealed before them.
The two consecutive slashes from his blade, accompanied by countless crescent moons, shattered any structures they touched.
Sound Breathing, Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes!
He swung his two blades extremely fast, and explosions roared. Splashing sparks created dazzling flashes of light. Uzui Tengen blocked all the numerous crescent moons.
As the thick smoke dissipated, Kokushibou looked at the unharmed Uzui Tengen with some surprise, his gaze falling on the red, flame-like Mark blooming on his left shoulder.
It was a Mark.
He then shifted his gaze to the red, cloud-like Mark on Muichiro's face.
To awaken a Mark at such a young age, his mental fortitude and talent far surpassed ordinary people.
Indeed… he was his descendant.
Kokushibou then raised his hand, extending an invitation to Muichiro.
"My… descendant, become a demon… and serve… that person."
Muichiro frowned, clicking his tongue softly, the disgust on his face evident.
"I don't have a habit of being someone else's dog!"
Mist Breathing, Fifth Form: Sea of Cloud Mist!
After activating his Mark, Muichiro's speed was several times faster than before!
Beneath his long sleeves, his still slender arms swung extremely fast, unleashing continuous high-speed and minute slashes. A large amount of cloud mist enveloped Kokushibou, completely shrouding him.
"Stubborn… and unyielding," Kokushibou said indifferently, holding his kokushibos blade upright before him. He effortlessly dodged Muichiro's attacks; this bit of mist was merely fleeting in his eyes, and he paid it no mind.
Moon Breathing, Second Form: Pearl Flowers in Moonlight!
At a speed invisible to the naked eye, a moon blade swept towards him.
Muichiro gripped his blade tightly. The powerful attacks, each moon blade, vibrated his tiger's mouth, and numbness spread throughout his entire arm. His body slammed into a wooden pillar. Facing the moon blade coming for his waist, the impact on the back of his head made Muichiro dizzy, and he was unable to dodge for a moment!
Not good!
The next second, clear moonlight illuminated the dark corners of the Infinity Castle. Uzui Tengen spun his two katanas, gritting his teeth to block the impeccable sword technique, successfully saving Muichiro.
His body was struck and sent flying several meters. Staring at the scratches on his nichirin blade, cold sweat dripped from his jaw onto the ground, spreading out.
Troublesome.
Tokito alone certainly wouldn't be able to stall Upper Rank One; there simply wasn't enough time for him to compose his score.
They had to hold out until the other Pillars arrived!
Quite a challenge!
"Let's go, Tokito!"
The rapidly spinning katanas stirred up a strong gale, accompanied by a roar. Under the enhancement of the Transparent World, Kokushibou clearly saw every one of Uzui Tengen's movements.
Is he going to throw projectiles?
Dark projectiles exploded at Kokushibou's feet, emitting large amounts of dense white smoke. Uzui Tengen burst through the smoke, charging at Kokushibou.
He swung his katanas with great force, veins bulging on his entire arm. Each attack aimed at Kokushibou produced a distinct whooshing sound.
Kokushibou parried each attack in an orderly fashion, but he noticed that the blade of his kokushibos blade had developed many large and small nicks.
Both his physique and muscle density were excellent; this man could actually damage his nichirin blade.
Mist Breathing, Third Form: Scattering Mist Splash!
He lunged to Kokushibou's right side, swinging his nichirin blade in a half-circle, a wide-ranging spinning slash aimed at Kokushibou's waist and abdomen.
Moon Breathing, Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Solitary Moon, Incessant.
He had to make them recognize their place.
These two had offended him repeatedly, and Kokushibou decided to punish them.
He unleashed countless vertical crescent slashes, instantly tearing the ground apart. The tiny crescent moons transformed into innumerable sharp blades, destroying everything in their path!
"Boom!"
Uzui Tengen and Muichiro dared not be careless and simultaneously retreated backward, but they still couldn't completely avoid the attacks, sustaining injuries of varying degrees all over their bodies.
Frowning, Muichiro stared at the piece of flesh sliced from his left arm. If there had been even a slight misstep just now, his left hand would have been severed. Several wounds also appeared on his cheek, and blood flowed over his Mark, deepening the cloud patterns.
His forehead protector fell to the ground. If not for the protector blocking part of it, Uzui Tengen's head would have been split. Half of his face was covered in blood, and his hair was disheveled.
He had to admit one thing.
This demon's breathing technique was truly magnificent beyond compare.
Tilting his head to dodge a flying kunai, Kokushibou's gaze fell on the projectile embedded in the wall.
"You… are a ninja?"
Propping his chin, Kokushibou's tone held a hint of nostalgia.
"In this… era… there are still… ninjas… existing."
Uzui Tengen responded with a smile.
"Why not?"
"You lot, who can't bear to see the light of day, there's a lot you don't know!"
"Even an old relic from the Sengoku period like you is still alive."
"What else isn't unusual?"
Having honed his temperament for three hundred years, Kokushibou had believed he could remain unperturbed, but now he no longer thought so. These two humans had been defying him from the very beginning!
"My… wrath."
"Do you have the ability to withstand it?"
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