Rui stood there quietly, his feet bare and his entire body clad in snow-white.
He held a spiderweb with both hands, and without making any other movement, several threads shot out violently.
Tanjiro dodged left and right in extreme distress.
However, because the attacks of the spider threads were too well-hidden in the night and hard to see clearly, he was always too slow to dodge.
His face and various parts of his body were cut by the spider threads.
It was fortunate that the threads weren’t poisonous, otherwise he would have been dead by now.
“Hmph, a bit smarter than I thought, not shrinking back out of fear.
But it makes no difference, you still have to die.”
Rui thought to himself, but suddenly felt something was off.
He turned his head, only to see a flash of blade light.
Uchiha Bing repeated his old trick, several wind blades striking Rui’s neck simultaneously, followed by a slash of his blade.
Wind Breathing – Second Form: Claws-Purifying Wind
Rui’s head flew high into the air, yet there was not a trace of panic in his eyes.
There were spider threads beneath his neck connecting it to his body.
Having succeeded in his strike, Uchiha Bing did not even have time to be happy before he suddenly felt several spider threads shooting toward him like sword qi, forcing him to dodge.
The hardness of the spider threads was extraordinary, and unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to swing his blade to cut them.
Rui took the opportunity to use his spider threads to pull his body out of Uchiha Bing’s attack range, sending it flying toward his head.
Seeing that Rui’s head and body were about to reassemble, Tanjiro rushed forward.
Spider threads also attacked Tanjiro, these threads twisting wildly like living things.
Water Breathing – First Form: Water Surface Slash.
Tanjiro swung his blade to slash, but the moment his nichirin blade collided with the spider threads, the blade snapped into two pieces.
If he hadn’t dodged in time, he probably would have been sliced in half vertically.
The blade broke.
Unbelievable.
What hard spider threads.
The body of the previous demon was hard enough, but his threads were even harder than that.
Is this the strength of the Twelve Kizuki?
I’m sorry, Mr.
Haganezuka, I am too immature.
Countless thoughts raced through Tanjiro’s mind, and for a moment, he didn’t even dare to launch an attack.
His blade was broken, but Uchiha Bing’s blade was not.
After dodging a wave of spiderweb attacks, and taking advantage of the fact that Rui’s head had not yet merged with his body, he instantly launched an attack.
Wind Breathing – First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter.
This move integrated both offense and defense, slicing apart all the approaching spider threads.
Rui’s expression did not change in the slightest.
His head slid incredibly smoothly along the spider threads back onto his body, as if he had played this game thousands of times before.
Facing Uchiha Bing who came flying and spinning toward him, he stretched out his hands.
Spider threads shot out from each of his ten fingertips, weaving a web in the sky with one hand and a web on the ground with the other.
Then, the inescapable net instantly closed, forming a circular web that contracted inward.
Uchiha Bing instantly changed direction.
Before the giant web could fully contract, his blade light turned into a whirlwind, tearing open a gap, and he rushed out.
Landing on the ground, Uchiha Bing’s heart pounded wildly.
That moment just now was truly too perilous.
For the first time, Uchiha Bing felt himself so close to death that his life was flashing before his eyes.
If he hadn’t reacted quickly and broken through at a single point, he would have been finely sliced into minced meat by now.
After all, no swordsmanship could possibly defend against a full 360 degrees.
After all, he had only just begun practicing the Wind and Thunder Breathing Styles, so using them against one of the Twelve Kizuki was too much of a stretch.
It seemed he still had to rely on the Water Breathing Style.
After breaking out of the inescapable net, Uchiha Bing was in a miserable state, looking almost exactly like Tanjiro, with tiny cuts all over his body.
He wiped away the blood from his face, lost in thought: No wonder the Wind Hashira, Shinazugawa, is covered in scars.
It turns out the fighting style of Wind Breathing is just too perilous.
Uchiha Bing turned to look at Tanjiro.
Seeing him holding a broken blade, he directly threw a nichirin blade to him.
“Fortunately, I carry many nichirin blades with me.
You should be like me and keep a few spare blades on hand so you won’t fail at critical moments.
How about it?
Can you still fight?”
“Bing, your eyes?”
Seeing Tanjiro’s astonished gaze, Uchiha Bing raised his nichirin blade.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the blade clearly reflected his red pupils.
“Oh?
A one-tomoe Sharingan?”
Uchiha Bing thought he would never be able to awaken the Sharingan in this lifetime.
He didn’t expect that under the emotional fluctuations between life and death, he would actually awaken it.
Facing Tanjiro’s astonished gaze, Uchiha Bing waved his hand.
“It’s nothing.
It was purely scared out of me between life and death, don’t worry about it.”
Rui looked at Uchiha Bing and Tanjiro’s unbridled conversation with a gloomy gaze.
He changed his posture, and the threads in his hands instantly turned red.
“To dare to chat so casually in front of one of the Twelve Kizuki, it seems I’ve been underestimated.
Well then, taste my Blood Demon Art.”
A huge, blood-red spiderweb came shrouding down towards the two of them.
Uchiha Bing drew the blue nichirin blade from his waist, his gaze resolute.
Naturally, he hadn’t been chatting aimlessly just now; in the time it took to speak, his Breathing Style had already switched to Water Breathing.
Beside him, Tanjiro’s life was already flashing before his eyes.
He couldn’t even cut ordinary threads, let alone these blood-red ones.
Uchiha Bing stood in front of Tanjiro and swung his nichirin blade.
Water Breathing – Tenth Form: Constant Flux.
The blue water transformed into a water dragon.
Uchiha Bing swung his nichirin blade, spinning like a swimming dragon.
With each rotation, the power of the nichirin blade in his hand increased.
The water dragon soared, and the blue blade light severed the incoming red threads.
Uchiha Bing ran rapidly, slashing as he ran, the power of the sword form growing stronger and stronger.
Rui showed a look of shock, retreating while firing red spider threads.
However, walking backward was nowhere near as fast as running forward, not to mention that Uchiha Bing had Chakra assistance at the soles of his feet to boost his physical speed.
Thus, Rui could only watch helplessly as Uchiha Bing drew closer, unable to do anything about it.
Weaving a web took time, and as for simple threads, Uchiha Bing could cut them with a single slash.
“If you want to kill me, then let’s die together!
Blood Demon Art: Cutting Thread Rotation!”
Rui stopped his attacks and unleashed his Blood Demon Art.
In front of him, the red threads spun like a fan, forming a dense red vortex.
It was almost like a full-screen attack of red propellers.
Uchiha Bing judged the weakness of this move at a single glance.
Facing the clockwise-spinning threads, he only needed to swing his blade in a counter-clockwise circle to sever them all.
The nichirin blade spun counter-clockwise along the center of the red spiral, severing the dense threads.
The water dragon soared, and Uchiha Bing once again cut off Rui’s head.
This time, he learned his lesson.
After cutting off the head, he did not stop.
His long blade danced, completely slicing away the spider threads near the head to ensure he would absolutely die this time.