The sensation of blood energy flooding his body sent Waomenbō into a twisted fit of laughter.
"Heh—hehehehe…"
"Every wound you inflict is paid for with the lives of these worthless villagers! You can't kill me!"
"Bastard!!!"
Uzui Tengen's fury ignited instantly.
What a despicable Blood Demon Art.
What an ugly, vile power—trampling life without restraint, exploiting it, plundering it!
His twin blades rang as his body shot forward like a cannonball!
"I'll chop that disgusting clay body of yours into dust!"
"Overestimating yourself!"
Waomenbō sneered, swinging his clay-encased claws!
A shrill screech tore through the air—
Clay shattered, blood sprayed.
Waomenbō staggered back several steps, disbelief written all over his face.
The clay coating his claws was exceptionally hard—like solid rock!
Yet this Demon Slayer had smashed it apart head-on!
He was human.
A lowly human.
So why—
Why did he possess such monstrous strength?!
Was this thing… even human anymore?
"Die, demon!"
Uzui Tengen gave him no room to breathe. His figure flickered, twin blades slashing down again!
Burned once, Waomenbō didn't dare block. He retreated in panic and activated his Blood Demon Art.
In the distance, two more clay figures shattered into ash.
Threads of blood energy surged into his body, healing his wounds once again.
Waomenbō's expression darkened.
Only now did he truly grasp the strength of Ryosuke and Uzui Tengen.
They were nothing like the Demon Slayers he'd encountered before.
This couldn't continue.
Waomenbō opened his mouth, releasing a dry, rasping wail.
In an instant—
The sluggish clay figures shuddered as if injected with madness. Mud-like blood tears streamed from their eye sockets as they abandoned Ryosuke entirely and surged toward Uzui Tengen!
Uzui Tengen was startled mid-fight and roared toward Ryosuke.
"Ryosuke! Stop them!"
During the earlier exchange, he'd already found a solution!
Ryosuke's eyes flashed with lightning. Thunder roared around him as electricity went berserk!
Thunder Breathing — Sixth Form: Thunder Crash!
With a low roar, the luminous white blade didn't strike an enemy—
It plunged straight into the ground beneath his feet!
Centered on Ryosuke, violent lightning erupted like an unchained thunder dragon, flooding into the earth!
The ground groaned under the strain, cracking violently.
Blinding arcs of lightning burst from countless fissures, weaving a massive web of thunder across the surface!
As more clay figures rushed in, the earth within dozens of meters suddenly collapsed—
They plunged straight into a three-meter-deep pit!
"What?!"
The cruel grin froze on Waomenbō's face.
He had never imagined Ryosuke would break the deadlock this way.
Those clay figures were his shields—his blood supply!
Now they were all trapped at the bottom of the pit.
Not dead…
But unusable.
And in the split second his focus wavered—
Thunder Breathing — First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!
With a shout, Ryosuke became a straight bolt of lightning, streaking directly for Waomenbō's neck!
At the same time, Uzui Tengen seized the opening, slipping behind him like a phantom.
They trained together every day—
Their coordination was instinctive.
Front and back—
A perfect kill formation.
Waomenbō's pupils contracted. Blood energy erupted as he slammed both palms into the ground.
"Blood Demon Art: Sealed Blood, Living Clay!"
In an instant, massive amounts of clay condensed over his body!
A deep hum rang out as the tremendous recoil blasted both attackers backward.
"…What?"
Ryosuke was momentarily stunned.
Even with the two of them together, they couldn't break his defense?!
Waomenbō sneered and charged.
Ryosuke and Uzui Tengen steadied themselves and unleashed a storm of slashes!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous collisions echoed.
Waomenbō's power had surged dramatically—each blow landed like falling boulders, numbing their wrists!
Yet their attacks barely worked—only leaving shallow scratches on the surface.
Both were forced back several steps again.
"Damn it! We can't break his defense!" Uzui Tengen snarled.
"There's more," Ryosuke said coldly, gripping his blade.
"The clay coating is incredibly heavy. His speed has dropped noticeably. Every step leaves deep footprints."
"He's using the weight of the clay to amplify his strength."
"Hehehe… so what if you figured it out? Die!"
Waomenbō lunged at them viciously.
Ryosuke roared, heat surging through his body as lightning raged and the ground beneath him split apart!
Thunder Breathing — Fifth Form: Heat Lightning!
Blazing white light tore through the night.
Scorching thunder coiled like a dragon, roaring as it condensed into a single strike!
A deafening explosion followed as their attacks collided head-on!
Under the intense heat, spiderweb cracks spread across Waomenbō's clay armor!
Waomenbō's face twisted in shock—
Before he could react, Uzui Tengen was already behind him.
"I don't believe it—there's a shell I can't cut open!"
His twin blades howled as he swung them down with all his fury and monstrous strength!
BOOM!
A terrifying shockwave exploded outward, sound and impact crashing through the battlefield!
Crack! Crack—CRACK!
The once-indestructible clay armor shattered in massive chunks!
Ryosuke froze, stunned.
That move—
It wasn't any form of Thunder Breathing.
It was Sound Breathing — First Form: Roar.
Though poorly synchronized with proper Breathing flow, its destructive power was undeniable.
In his rage, Uzui Tengen had forcibly driven his body and brute strength into motion—
Creating the embryonic form of Sound Breathing.
"GAAAH—!!!"
Waomenbō screamed as blood burst from his body, internal organs violently shaken.
That blow nearly forced his death visions to roll.
Seizing the opening, Ryosuke's eyes hardened as he surged forward again!
Thunder Breathing — Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!
His body became a lightning spear, tearing through space itself!
Waomenbō raised his arms in panic, hastily forming a clay shield.
The thrust smashed straight through the unstable defense, carving into the junction of his arms and chest—spraying blood and torn flesh!
Waomenbō howled, blasted backward by the impact.
Frantically circulating his Blood Demon Art, his body sank into the ground and reappeared at the edge of the massive pit.
"Damn you Demon Slayers! Didn't expect this, did you?! This was my escape route, you bastards!"
Ryosuke's mouth twitched.
Are you serious—
That's your line now?!
Waomenbō looked down at the trapped clay figures, eyes blazing with cruelty, greed, and madness.
"You forced me into this!!"
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