"Whoosh!"
Kokushibou flashed behind Shinazugawa Genya, his blade falling to sever Genya's gun-wielding hand, then turning to cut Genya in half at the waist!
"Genya!" Muichiro gritted his teeth, wanting to stand up, but he was struggling even to breathe.
Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!
"Hmph!" A powerful whirlwind instantly deflected Kokushibou's blade. Sanemi Shinazugawa glared, his eyes darting to his brother's severed left arm. He gripped his nichirin blade fiercely, his expression slowly contorting into a snarl.
"Hey, are you trying to die?!"
"Brother…" Shinazugawa Genya stared blankly at his brother's back, opening his mouth in shame. He had wanted to help, but he ended up needing his brother to save him again.
"I'm sorry, brother…"
"You don't need to apologize!" Sanemi Shinazugawa stood up, glaring ferociously at the three-eyed demon before him.
Damn it! How dare he stare at him with three eyes!
"You should have just settled down and started a family, that way you could properly honor the spirits of our siblings and mother in heaven," Sanemi Shinazugawa said with a cold face and a firm voice. Yet, these words made Genya freeze.
So… the reason his brother didn't want him to join the Demon Slayer Corps… was this… His brother had never blamed him… Genya mumbled, unable to speak further.
"Wind Pillar…" Kokushibou instantly recognized Sanemi Shinazugawa. He placed a finger on his chin, even taking the time to comment.
"You… are the strongest… Wind Pillar… I have encountered."
Sanemi Shinazugawa spat, holding his nichirin blade in one hand.
"You've lived for hundreds of years, and you can't even speak properly."
"What's the point of you being alive?!"
"I'm telling you, I am the fierce wind that will twist off your head!"
"…" Kokushibou's face slowly became veined with blue. He could no longer maintain his composure. Everyone here was provoking him one after another.
And there was that man who had been silent from the beginning, his eyes clearly mocking him.
"…" Giyu Tomioka felt the killing intent.
Wind Breathing, Second Form: Claws-Purifying Wind!
Four consecutive slashes, like the sharp claws of a beast, tore towards Kokushibou's body. His black hair was disheveled by the wind. He raised his bizarre blade, only to find that the opponent's attack almost cut his blade in half!
A pinwheel Mark appeared on Sanemi's right cheek, and his green-bladed nichirin blade also turned crimson.
Whenever his gaze met that red, Kokushibou felt a stinging pain.
This guy can also turn his blade red!
So why can't he?!
The oppressive aura of Upper Rank One completely enveloped the battlefield, a chilling presence that suffocated everyone.
Kokushibou frowned. The people he had injured earlier were standing perfectly fine again?
Muichiro and Uzui Tengen had drunk healing potions, their wounds rapidly healing. They once again aimed their nichirin blades at Kokushibou.
Moon Breathing, Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Solitary Moon, Incessant!
Countless crescent-shaped slashes flew from all directions towards everyone. Tiny moon blades were mixed within, turning buildings in their path to dust.
Wind Breathing, Third Form: Clear Storm, Mountain Wind!
Sanemi Shinazugawa showed no fear in the face of such an attack, deflecting the moon blades with his nichirin blade again and again, completely unconcerned as his skin was cut.
He charged directly at Kokushibou, their two blades clashing fiercely.
Wind Breathing, Sixth Form: Black Wind, Mountain Mist!
As they stalemated, Sanemi twisted his waist and rotated his body, using the momentum to slash diagonally from below, tearing Kokushibou's clothes.
As the fabric flew before his eyes, the next instant, the sound of flowing water echoed in his ears.
Water Breathing, Fourth Form: Striking Tide!
Water splashed, like a surging wave, striking Kokushibou. The movement was swift and fierce. Giyu Tomioka's indifferent expression, in Kokushibou's eyes, for a moment…
The opponent's face overlapped with Yoriichi in his mind.
"Clang, clang, clang!" Even facing the combined assault of the strongest Wind Pillar and the strongest Water Pillar, Kokushibou showed no signs of being at a disadvantage, still firmly suppressing both of them.
"Bang!" Genya's severed arm had reattached perfectly. He pulled the trigger, and an invisible attack, detected by Kokushibou, only shaved off one of his ears.
Hundreds of years, this pain was a first… When was the last time he was injured?
…[How pathetic… Brother!]
Yoriichi's aged face, streaming with tears, looked at him and said.
He had honed his swordsmanship for over three hundred years, could he really be inferior to these people, who combined, weren't even half his age?!
Mist Breathing, Fifth Form: Sea of Clouded Mist!
Beneath the swirling mist, Muichiro appeared behind Kokushibou. His crimson blade, conspicuous and striking in the white fog, was a sight to behold.
Deflecting the incoming moon blades, Muichiro burst through the clouds, his sharp blade pointing directly at Kokushibou's waist!
Wind Breathing, Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm
Water Breathing, Tenth Form: Constant Flux
Sanemi and Giyuu attacked Kokushibou from the front. Beneath the howling wind was a violent water dragon. The roar of the water dragon did not drown out the sound of the wind; instead, they combined, growing even louder!
He?
Pathetic?
Yoriichi, you are the pathetic one!
I still have plenty of time to surpass you!
And you, stay in that past!
Kokushibou frowned, his three eyes filled with coldness.
Moon Breathing, Ninth Form: Waning Moons, Continual!
Kokushibou extended his long arm, swinging his strange blade backward. A string-like series of slashes was immediately followed by a rotating blade, unleashing an overlapping, swirling attack. Moon blades rained down on everyone.
Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe, Tenman Crescent Moon!
The attack range was enormous. The few people in close proximity had no way to dodge. Collapsing wooden pillars kicked up large clouds of dust. Of the few present, only Giyu Tomioka still stood.
"Hmph… cough…" Blood seeped from the corner of his lips. Bathed in blood, he coughed uncontrollably. If he hadn't used the Eleventh Form, Dead Calm, in time just now…
He might have fallen too.
The opponent's attack was too powerful; Dead Calm couldn't completely block it.
His breathing was deep one moment, shallow the next. Blood from his arm flowed down his fingertips onto his nichirin blade, staining the blue blade red.
This pain… Ah… Giyu Tomioka took a deep breath, his face grim, his voice cold and hard as if mixed with crushed ice.
"I'm in a lot of pain right now… You've made me angry."
A red Mark, like flowing water, appeared on Giyuu's left cheek.
"Ah~ What a flamboyant statement!" Uzui Tengen's figure slowly emerged from the gradually dispersing dust. He had Muichiro tucked under his arm.
"My Score…"
"Is complete!"
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