They were not melted by high heat, but rather, the ice crystal structure composing them directly decomposed into the most ordinary water vapor and dissipated into the air.
"Playing with ice? In front of me?" Hansen sneered.
His 'Tundra King' ability could instantly freeze a volcano. Doma's low temperature manipulation was simply showing off before an expert.
...
Doma's expression finally turned grim.
Now, only Kokushibo remained.
This strongest demon, who had lived for nearly five hundred years, had not moved a single step from beginning to end.
He merely watched quietly, his six eyes having perfectly captured everything that had just occurred.
He slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Zheng—"
The long sword was drawn.
It was no ordinary blade; the body, guard, and hilt were all formed from his own flesh and blood, covered in eerie eyes and radiating an ominous aura.
The moment he drew his sword, the air pressure across the entire clearing seemed to drop.
The very air seemed to be sliced apart by the sharp sword intent emanating from him.
"Moon Breathing..."
Kokushibo chanted in a low voice, ancient and resonant.
"First Form: Dark Moon - Evening Palace!"
He swung his blade abruptly!
A massive, terrifying sword strike, interspersed with countless smaller crescent-shaped slashes, swept out, instantly carving a gigantic, bottomless trench in the ground between him and Hansen!
The countless spinning crescent slashes were erratic, blocking every angle, descending upon Hansen like a vast, inescapable net formed of sharp blades!
Facing this world-shattering strike, the faces of the Pillars all changed color.
They knew that none of them could survive this technique!
However, Hansen, the target of the attack, still maintained his calm and casual expression.
He watched the overwhelming slashes approach, and finally, he moved.
Slowly, he extended two fingers.
His index and middle fingers.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone present, Hansen's two extended fingers precisely clamped down on the very tip of Kokushibo's main sword strike.
"Clang!"
A light sound, like metal striking stone.
The massive sword strike, powerful enough to split mountains and rocks, stopped abruptly.
And the countless smaller crescent slashes that followed the main strike like a storm instantly solidified when they reached within one meter of Hansen, then shattered like broken glass, disintegrating into specks of light that vanished without a trace.
...
The entire world seemed to fall silent.
Kokushibo's six eyes simultaneously widened, filled with incomprehensible shock.
His sword... his full-power strike... was actually... stopped so easily by just two fingers?!
He tried to pull his sword back, but found that the demonic blade, formed of his flesh and blood, was welded to the opponent's fingers; no matter how much force he exerted, it did not budge.
"Breathing Style..."
Hansen held the sword strike between his fingers, examining it as if it were a piece of art.
"Using a special breathing rhythm to draw large amounts of oxygen into the blood, instantly strengthening the body's functions, and unleashing power and speed far beyond that of an ordinary person."
"Then you, as a demon, combine this technique with your Blood Demon Art to form this energy-based slash."
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"The concept is interesting, and the idea is sound."
Hansen's Eye of Oracle took only an instant to analyze the power system of this world, known as "Breathing Style," from its principles to its application, making everything crystal clear.
"Pity..."
He changed his tone, a hint of undisguised disdain entering his voice.
"It's too crude."
"Your Breathing Style is utterly worthless."
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