“So hard!”
Inosuke gritted his teeth.
Tanjiro was also a bit flustered.
Even using sword techniques couldn’t break through the defense, what should they do?
The two of them slashed at the Father’s left and right arms from either side, but it only sank three-tenths into the flesh, getting their nichirin blades stuck.
The Father swung his arms, directly knocking the two of them flying with the shockwave.
At that moment, Uchiha Bing’s attack arrived; several green wind blades instantly struck the Father’s neck, severing half of it, followed immediately by a slash from a nichirin blade that instantly chopped off the remaining half.
Wind Breathing — Second Form: Claws – Purifying Wind
This move was originally meant for clearing out small fry, but Uchiha Bing skillfully used it to stack multiple attacks onto a single point, instantly breaking through the defense and killing the evil spirit on the spot.
It could only be said that characters who relied on the hardness of their bodies and were used to taking hits head-on would always have their defenses broken by stronger attacks.
Much like the Iron Block from Rokushiki, practicing it normally was fine since one could still develop Life Return, but using it in actual combat would only lead to one end.
[Killed evil spirit (Elite), Influence Value +300]
[Current Influence Value: 3050]
“That’s amazing.
An evil spirit whose defense couldn’t even be broken by my sword forms had its head chopped off by you in a single slash.”
Uchiha Bing sheathed his sword.
The evil spirit on the ground turned into flying ash, and Tanjiro climbed up from the ground and hurried over.
Facing Tanjiro’s praise, Uchiha Bing merely smiled, but Inosuke was unsatisfied.
“Hey, since the Twelve Kizuki died by your hands, then I’m going to challenge you!
Defeating you is equivalent to defeating the Twelve Kizuki, right, that’s it.”
Inosuke wanted to challenge Uchiha Bing again.
However, Uchiha Bing had no intention of messing around with Inosuke.
He furrowed his brows and looked at the two serrated nichirin blades in Inosuke’s hands.
“The Twelve Kizuki aren’t that weak; he wasn’t one.
Inosuke, I think you should prepare two spare swords.
Your current two nichirin blades look like they’re about to snap.
You should mentally prepare yourself.”
“What?
He wasn’t even one of the Twelve Kizuki?
Wait a minute, my nichirin blade!”
Hearing Uchiha Bing’s words, Inosuke hurriedly raised his nichirin blade to observe it closely.
Sure enough, he saw cracks on the blade body.
Half of his nichirin blade had already been smashed off by himself, and the previous evil spirit’s fists were exceptionally hard, nearly rendering his blade completely ruined. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Inosuke’s gaze locked onto the nichirin blades on Uchiha Bing’s body.
Uchiha Bing currently had five nichirin blades hanging on him—two strapped to his back and three hanging at his waist.
These were all picked up along the way.
There was no help for it; he practiced multiple Breathing Styles, and switching back and forth between Breathing Styles would damage the nichirin blade in hand, so naturally, he had to keep a few extras.
In fact, aside from his exclusive nichirin blade used for performing Water Breathing, Uchiha Bing used picked-up nichirin blades for all other Breathing Styles.
Feeling entirely uncomfortable under Inosuke’s longing gaze, Uchiha Bing directly tossed two nichirin blades to him.
“I’ll lend them to you for now.
Return two nichirin blades to me later.”
The Boar-headed Boy took the nichirin blades and excitedly found a rock by the river to start smashing them.
He liked using serrated nichirin blades.
Uchiha Bing’s eyelids twitched slightly as he watched, somewhat regretting lending him the nichirin blades, feeling like good things were truly being ruined.
Inosuke was there hammering away with clanging sounds, feeling like it wouldn’t be finished anytime soon.
Uchiha Bing frowned and decided to hurry off to find the Twelve Kizuki.
By now, the third reinforcement troop had probably already set out.
There was no telling when Water Hashira Tomioka Giyu might arrive.
If the Water Hashira came, a single basic attack would instantly kill the boss, and then there wouldn’t be anything left to fight.
Uchiha Bing turned and left.
Tanjiro looked at Inosuke, then at Uchiha Bing’s receding figure, and instantly made a decision.
“Inosuke, fix your nichirin blade here first.
Uchiha Bing and I will go look for the Twelve Kizuki.
Come support us immediately once you’re done.”
Inosuke ignored Tanjiro’s words, wholeheartedly immersing himself in modifying his nichirin blade.
Uchiha Bing quickly spotted Rui’s figure.
Tanjiro, who was just about to rush forward from the side, was grabbed by the sleeve by him.
At that moment, a Demon Slayer Corps Member popped out from another direction.
This person was completely unscathed, and it was unclear how they managed to walk all the way here.
The Demon Slayer Corps Member began spouting arrogant nonsense at Rui.
“There happens to be an ordinary weak demon.
Even I can take care of a kid like this.”
The Demon Slayer Corps Member confidently raised the nichirin blade in his hand.
Tanjiro, standing next to Uchiha Bing, couldn’t help shouting out.
“Hey, wait a minute, he’s no ordinary demon.”
“Step aside.
I want a safe promotion.
Once my Demon Slayer Corps rank rises, the pay given from above will also increase.
My squad was almost completely wiped out; anyway, I’m going to take down an unimpressive demon and then head down the mountain.
Take this!”
The Demon Slayer Corps Member charged towards Rui.
At the same time, Tanjiro shouted in protest: “Wait—”
Rui expressionlessly shot spider threads toward the charging Demon Slayer Corps Member.
The threads, which looked like they would snap with a single pull, glided smoothly across the Demon Slayer Corps Member’s body, instantly slicing him into hundreds of pieces.
At the same time, thunder rumbled, and a streak of golden light slashed across the night sky.
Thunder Breathing — First Form: Thunderclap and Flash.
While Rui was distracted launching an attack on the Demon Slayer Corps Member, Uchiha Bing launched his own attack simultaneously.
Rui indeed failed to react in time.
Even an average Upper Rank wouldn’t be able to react to the extreme speed of Thunder Breathing, let alone a mere Lower Rank Six.
However, Uchiha Bing’s slash did not cut off Rui’s neck.
The hardness of this guy’s body far exceeded ordinary demonic creatures; his neck was even harder than the evil spirit that played the role of the father earlier.
The nichirin blade in Uchiha Bing’s hand only cut in by a third.
When his blade sliced through the flesh and hit the bone, it couldn’t cut any further down.
Knowing something was amiss, Uchiha Bing retreated immediately upon missing his strike.
Operating Thunder Breathing at full power, he instantly withdrew over thirty meters away.
The very next second after he left, several spider threads slashed across the spot where he had originally stood, chopping nearby trees into multiple pieces.
Dust filled the air, and after the trees collapsed, Uchiha Bing’s figure vanished.
Rui pulled a spider web out with both hands, his expression turning gloomy.
He scanned the surroundings but couldn’t see Uchiha Bing’s trace, then turned his gloomy gaze toward Tanjiro standing aside with a blade.
“Your companion seems to have run away.
But it doesn’t matter.
Since you’re still here, I will slice you finely into pieces, along with your companion’s share.”
Sweat broke out on Tanjiro’s forehead.
As a member of the Twelve Kizuki, once Lower Rank Six got serious, the oppression it exuded was unmatched by ordinary evil spirits.
For a split second, Tanjiro had the illusion that he was about to die.