Blood mist filled the flat ground. Yura of the Hair watched those red particles suspended in the air, and her expression finally changed.
"Do you think this bit of mist can do anything to me?"
But she forced herself to remain calm: "My hair can absorb Demonic Qi, and your blood is no exception—"
Before she could finish speaking.
Kanbe Hikaru smiled.
That smile on his pale face, compared to the eerie one from before, appeared even more glaring.
"Who said I was going to use blood to attack you?"
He lifted his finger slightly.
Although he was entangled by hair strands and unable to move, he could still manage a movement of this range.
"Ghost Firefly."
He whispered the name.
That was a basic demon technique.
It was an ability he naturally learned after becoming an Oni Samurai.
It was just an inconspicuous little skill, a foxfire lit by the Oni Samurai's own Demonic Qi, but now—those blood mists suspended in the air lit up simultaneously.
Ghostly blue ghost flames were born from the blood mist, bit by bit, like countless fireflies dancing in the night sky.
Beautiful, yet... lethal!
"This is—!"
Yura of the Hair's pupils constricted sharply.
She finally understood. The blood mist was not the means of attack.
It was the medium, it was... the fuel!
"Not good—"
She wanted to retract those hair strands that were spread all around.
But it was too late.
Those ghostly blue ghost flames spread along the blood mist, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And those blood mists were everywhere.
Including the hair strands wrapped around Kanbe Hikaru, including the 'hair net' she had spent so long setting up.
And also including—every inch of land under her feet.
No matter the material of the hair, its essence was hair, and it all belonged to, flammable materials!
Sizzling sounds of hair burning rang out. The sound was not loud, but it made Yura of the Hair's face instantly turn deathly pale.
"No—!"
She frantically tried to retract those ignited hair strands.
But the ghost flames were different from ordinary fire; they burned Kanbe Hikaru's Demonic Qi, the blood mist, and everything unnatural that was stained with the blood mist.
Those ignited hair strands twisted violently, like countless black snakes struggling in their death throes, emitting a sizzling, burnt stench.
The hair strands wrapped around Kanbe Hikaru also loosened.
It wasn't that she wanted to loosen them; it was that those hair strands were burning, turning into ash, and could no longer maintain their form.
"Free at last."
Kanbe Hikaru flexed his wrist; the hilt was already back in his hand.
But it was at this very instant, this split second,
The Oni Samurai's red eyes looked toward Yura of the Hair, who was surrounded by the blazing fire, and a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Yura of the Hair.
A demon whose true form was a 'comb'.
And a comb belonged to non-living entities... Did that mean that such an existence was also within the judgment range of his system?
Did it mean that he could also attempt to 'conquer' her?
The rarity of an object becoming a demon was no lower than a non-corporeal entity becoming a demon. This was also the first time since he transmigrated that he had encountered such a 'demon'.
His heart followed his thoughts; he did what he thought of.
Kanbe Hikaru—never hesitated.
The next second.
He rushed directly toward Yura of the Hair.
It was not "Phantom Step," but the simplest and most direct charge.
Furthermore, he released the sword in his hand.
He wanted to experiment.
He wanted 'contact'!
"You—!"
Yura of the Hair wanted to retreat, but her legs went weak.
Those strands of hair spread all around were the extension of her power and the carrier of her demonic energy.
When those strands were burned in large quantities, her demonic energy was also rapidly draining away.
Kanbe Hikaru's hand had already gripped her wrist, and his other hand pressed down on her shoulder.
Their bodies collided violently.
She fell backward.
Kanbe Hikaru took the opportunity to pin her down.
Bang—
Her back hit the ground, and dust flew up.
Yura of the Hair lay on the ground, with Kanbe Hikaru pinning her down.
Their faces were inches apart.
Their breaths mingled.
She could smell the cold, bloody scent on him, mixed with the cold aura unique to an Oni Samurai.
He could smell the scent of something slightly scorched on her.
Hmm... tastes like chicken, crunchy.
"You—"
Yura of the Hair tried to struggle.
But Kanbe Hikaru's hands firmly gripped her wrists, pinning her to the ground.
Her body was completely enveloped by his.
That thin layer of dark red fabric was bunched up on her, and the two mounds on her chest heaved violently due to her rapid breathing, almost spilling out from the neckline.
Her waist was pressed down by his weight, her delicate skin pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.
Her thighs instinctively wanted to close, but were blocked by his knee in between, leaving her only able to feebly clamp onto his leg.
"Let go!"
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