Lin’s strong reaction upon seeing Lower Rank Three, Wababa (Wakuraba), naturally had everything to do with the two Hashira beside him.
The Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku, had solo-killed the former Lower Rank Two, Hairo.
The Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, had even worked with a comrade to slay the former Lower Rank One, Ubume.
Not to mention that Lin himself was here, capable of replicating twenty percent of Yoriichi Tsugikuni’s strength.
With such a lineup, dealing with a single Lower Rank demon would be easy.
If they tried a little harder, taking down an Upper Rank would not be a problem at all.
Although his main purpose for coming to Asakusa, Tokyo, was to meet with Lady Tamayo, Lin certainly would not mind taking out Lower Rank Three while he was at it.
Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice, “Do it!” On the other side, Wababa’s expression was abnormally stiff.
But if one looked closely, his pupils were trembling violently as if an earthquake were happening inside them.
The good news was that he had found the person with dark red hair and hanafuda earrings featuring a sun pattern—the one That Lord had ordered him to find—without any effort at all.
The bad news was that there were actually two Hashira following this guy.
Wababa immediately let out a shrill scream and turned to run.
Fight Hashira?
And two of them at that?
No way!
As Lower Rank Three of the Twelve Kizuki, he knew all too well exactly what level these Hashira were at.
Especially that guy with golden hair that turned red at the tips, looking just like an owl.
The former Lower Rank Two had died by his hand.
As Wababa ran, he tried to contact That Lord through his blood.
In this situation, only if That Lord intervened could he be saved.
However, to Wababa’s surprise, after he sent the message, the other side only left him with one sentence: “Good, go kill him now.” Following that, there was no more movement.
Wababa was about to go crazy.
What?
I go kill that guy?
My Lord, did you not hear me say that there are two Hashira by his side?
Damn it!
Although the aura of that guy with dark red hair and hanafuda earrings was very weak, the two Hashira by his side were ones that he, as a single demon, could never defeat.
Then he had no choice but to flee.
No matter what, as long as he could run farther away or lead them to another Lower Rank, there might still be a chance.
Wababa suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.
Although That Lord prohibited demons from acting together, and even more so from gathering in large numbers, and had even said that demons would kill their own kind, as far as Wababa knew there were still quite a few demons who craved the prosperity of Tokyo Prefecture and would occasionally run over here.
Although they never dared to disobey That Lord’s orders when they frequently met, they all roughly knew where the others often went.
He could completely find them and join forces to deal with that dark red-haired guy and the two swordsmen by his side.
Even if it would make That Lord angry afterward… No.
Only if he survived first would he have a chance to consider whether That Lord would be angry.
Thinking of this, Wababa really had wind under his feet, and his running speed actually increased by a few notches.
Lin, who was chasing behind him, saw this and narrowed his eyes, “This guy is trying to run.
His speed is very fast.” Lin still remembered that in the original work, when Wababa was summoned to the Infinity Castle and realized he was about to be eliminated by Muzan Kibutsuji, he had burst out with astonishing speed, attempting to flee in front of Muzan Kibutsuji.
Although he eventually split up, the fact that he could make such a move undoubtedly showed he had great confidence in his own speed.
Kyojuro Rengoku shouted heartily, “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t let him get away!” The next moment, wisps of white mist escaped from the corners of his mouth, and the frequency with which his feet struck the ground began to increase.
In Lin’s perception, it was as if a sheet of flames was rising from Kyojuro Rengoku’s body.
He had practically transformed into a streak of fire, pursuing Wababa at an astonishing speed.
“Damn it!
I won’t let him get away!” At the same time, Sanemi Shinazugawa also took a deep breath and leaned his body forward.
It was as if wind was wrapped around his body, and he shot off like a cannonball enveloped by a gale.
Wababa, running in front, clearly perceived that the two Hashira chasing him had increased their speed.
He immediately let out a shrill cry.
“Blood Demon Art: Pathogenic Spore Poison.” Everywhere Wababa ran, a large number of spore cysts made of flesh and blood immediately sprouted.
Under his control, these cysts writhed crazily, matured in the blink of an eye, and split open one after another.
Dark red spores, like clouds of mist, blocked the space behind Wababa.
Seeing this, Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku had no choice but to hold their breath, and their speed slowed down a bit.
Wababa perceived the situation behind him but still dared not relax.
Not only did he not give up thinking, but he was also forcing his brain to operate at high speed.
No, this Blood Demon Art could only temporarily stop those Hashira.
If they really risked being infected by the spores and accelerated to chase him, that would be bad.
He had to first inflict some injuries on one of them, forcing them to slow down.
Thinking of this, Wababa suddenly turned his head.
He stared fixedly at Lin, who was half a step behind Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku.
That was it—he had to severely injure this guy.
Although he did not know why That Lord wanted him to find this guy, since this guy could be protected at close range by two Hashira, he was definitely an important person.
As long as he severely injured him, he would definitely be able to delay the other two Hashira.
Wababa suddenly turned around and then stomped his feet hard on the ground.
This sudden change in direction caused his leg bones to make a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
But he still kept his face expressionless, and by relying on this method he forced himself to dash backward.
Wababa suddenly raised both his hands.
“Blood Demon Art: Cross Sickle.” A cross-shaped blood blade, very similar to the X-shaped scar on Wababa’s face, appeared out of thin air in his hands.
Wababa pushed his hands forward, and that cross-shaped blood blade immediately flew toward the rearmost of the three pursuers, Lin, at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Lin’s pupils constricted instantly.
He nearly let out a curse.
What the fuck—why?
The last time, that demon who looked like a crab but actually played with his tongue was like this.
Among Giyu Tomioka, Murata, and himself, it chose him as the target of its attack.
Now, while chasing Wababa, this guy also decisively chose him as the target of its attack among Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, and himself.
Lin really wanted to ask this Wababa why it was him again.
He drew his sword and shattered the blood blade with a single slash.
However, seeing his Blood Demon Art disintegrated by Lin in an instant, Wababa, far from panicking, instead revealed a strange expression.
“Kamanue, come out quickly!” …
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