Chapter 56: Don't Get Too Carried Away, You Two Idiots
"You two bastards!!!"
The moment they finished speaking, a roar tore through the night sky.
Sanemi Shinazugawa looked at the scene of "romance between human and demon" before him, feeling his stomach churn violently.
"Since you two want to die together so much, I'll grant your wish today! I'll chop you two disgusting pieces of trash into minced meat together!"
"Wind Breathing, Second Form: Claw-Purifying Wind!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa moved.
His speed was even faster than before, his entire body turning into a cyan afterimage.
His nichirin sword swung from top to bottom, unleashing four cyan wind blades that resembled the claws of a gigantic beast.
These four wind blades, carrying a terrifying whistling sound that seemed to tear everything apart, headed straight for Tatsu's head, heart, and limbs to slaughter him!
"Tatsu, look out!"
Kanae's voice rang out like a clear spring.
"Flower Breathing, Fifth Form: Peonies of Futility!"
The nichirin sword in Kanae's hand traced gorgeous arcs in mid-air, instantly launching slashes from nine different directions.
The pink sword aura intertwined in the air to form a massive, blooming peony flower, forcefully meeting those four violent cyan wind blades.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The violent collision of air currents stirred up a small storm in the dense forest of Mount Kumotori.
The moment Kanae used her sword technique to hold back the wind blades, Tatsu moved.
He did not use Sun Breathing.
Tatsu knew very well that, just moments ago, in order to neutralize the wisteria poison, he had forcibly activated Sun Breathing, which had already caused severe burns to his demon cells.
The nature of Sun Breathing, which seemed capable of burning the sun itself, had a fatal repulsion to a demon's body.
If he were to force it again, he would likely collapse before Sanemi could even kill him.
But he was a demon, after all.
He possessed muscle strength, dynamic vision, and regenerative abilities far surpassing those of a normal human.
Tatsu kicked off the ground fiercely, causing the earth to instantly collapse into a deep pit.
Like a cannonball fired from its chamber, he took advantage of the gap in Kanae's cover to close in and cut directly into Sanemi Shinazugawa's inner perimeter.
What he held in his hand was Kocho Shinobu's slender nichirin sword with its hooked edge.
This type of sword was originally intended for stabbing and injecting poison, and was not suited for hacking or slashing.
But relying on his terrifying wrist strength, Tatsu managed to swing this stabbing blade with an extremely sharp, whistling sound that tore through the air.
"Swish!"
The barb grazed past Sanemi Shinazugawa's cheek, drawing a string of blood droplets.
"You filthy bug!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa roared, twisted his wrist, and swung his nichirin sword upward at an extremely tricky angle, aiming straight for Tatsu's throat.
At this critical moment, Kanae's support arrived.
"Flower Breathing, Third Form: Shadow-Pattern Plum!"
Kanae entered the battlefield like a dancing butterfly, her blade transforming into blooming plum blossoms, precisely deflecting Sanemi's fatal strike.
At the same time, Tatsu took advantage of the momentum to perform a low sweep kick, forcing Sanemi to jump and dodge.
The three of them began to fight to the death in this dense spring forest.
"Rumble!"
As the three continued to clash, the surrounding environment suffered devastating destruction.
Those thick, ancient trees were snapped in half amidst the intersection of wind blades and sword aura, collapsing with a roar.
The soil on the ground was overturned layer by layer, and the originally dense forest was forcefully beaten by the three of them into a pitted clearing.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa had fallen into a state of madness.
There were already over a dozen wounds on his body, and fresh blood had stained his uniform red, but his movements not only didn't slow down in the slightest, but instead became faster and faster, and his strength grew greater and greater.
He was like a beast that knew no fatigue or pain, frantically wielding the butcher's knife in his hand.
"Wind Breathing, Third Form: Clean Storm Wind Tree!"
A violent triple slash forced Tatsu back, and Sanemi followed up with a heavy backhand strike, pressing Kanae's sword down.
"Don't get too carried away, you two idiots!"
A sinister grin spread across Sanemi's lips.
They had been fighting for a full hour, and the situation remained deadlocked.
Although Kanae and Tatsu had a slight advantage and could occasionally leave wounds on Sanemi, they were unable to take down this Wind Hashira, who fought like a mad dog.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's combat instinct was too terrifying; he could always dodge critical attacks at the absolute limit of distance and then counterattack with an even more ferocious posture.
What was even more fatal was that time was not on their side.
Amidst the fierce battle, Tatsu's chest heaved violently.
He could feel his stamina draining away rapidly.
Even worse, the internal injuries left by Sun Breathing earlier had not fully recovered; the injuries were gradually flaring up with the intense exertion, and his muscles began to spasm with tearing pain.
Kanae's condition was not optimistic either.
Her breathing had become heavy, and her originally pale-pink cheeks were now covered in sweat.
High-intensity Flower Breathing had greatly depleted her lung capacity, and every swing of her sword was heavier than the last.
Just as the three briefly separated due to a violent collision and retreated to the edge of the clearing to catch their breath, Sanemi Shinazugawa suddenly let out a burst of arrogant laughter.
"Hahahaha... Hahahaha!"
Sanemi wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Tatsu, his gaze filled with satisfaction and mockery.
He slowly raised his nichirin sword, the tip pointing directly at the tip of Tatsu's nose.
"Hey, you filthy demon, do you feel that nauseating aura?"
Tatsu's heart sank abruptly, and following the direction indicated by Sanemi's sword tip, he subconsciously turned his head and looked toward the eastern horizon.
At the edge of the originally pitch-black night sky, without knowing when, a layer of gray-blue had emerged.
The few stars that were originally hidden behind the clouds had now completely faded away.
At the edge of the skyline, a faint sliver of dawn—like the scythe of the Grim Reaper for a demon—was tearing through the night sky bit by bit, spreading toward the land.
Daybreak was coming.
"Do you see it?"
Sanemi Shinazugawa's smile became increasingly sinister as he rested his nichirin sword on his shoulder.
"Daybreak is coming. As long as I drag this out a little longer, I won't even need to do anything; the sun will burn every inch of your flesh and every bone in your body into ash! You filthy demon, you are doomed!"
Sanemi's words struck Kanae's heart like a cold iron hammer.
Kanae turned her head abruptly to look at the horizon, her hand gripping the sword trembling slightly with fear.
"Tatsu..."
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