"A demon's scent!"
Moriyama Akira's face changed drastically, his hand instinctively gripping his nichirin blade's hilt as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.
Twilight had fallen, and the light was dim, but the sun hadn't completely set yet. Even the remaining sunlight was enough to make demons retreat.
Demons wouldn't be active at this time.
The two exchanged glances and quickly spread out, sweeping like eagles over street corners, alleyways, and the shadows under eaves.
However, night fell.
Aside from debris blown by the wind, the entire street was empty, eerily silent.
The strong demonic aura, which had appeared for a moment, vanished without a trace.
Moriyama Akira looked at Ryosuke in confusion: "It disappeared? This... where is this demon hiding?"
Ryosuke curled his lips, his arms crossed, a cold sneer on his face.
Clearly, this demon was either deliberate or careless.
He chose this time, this place, blatantly throwing his scent in their faces... "How interesting... This demon is quite arrogant!"
Moriyama Akira was startled, then quickly realized.
This wasn't an accidental exposure; it was a blatant provocation!
A surge of anger rushed to his head, and he couldn't help but curse loudly.
"Damn it! If you have the guts, get out here! What kind of skill is it to hide and sneak around!"
Ryosuke stepped directly towards a convenience store by the roadside.
He squatted down, rubbed some debris between his fingers, and understood.
Sure enough... "Mr. Ryosuke?"
Moriyama Akira quickly followed, asking in confusion, "Are you going to buy something?"
Ryosuke didn't answer.
He stood in front of the shop door and listened for a moment.
Inside, it was completely silent, not even the faintest sound of breathing.
Ryosuke's smile deepened.
Without warning, he suddenly turned sideways, pouring strength into his right foot, and kicked Moriyama Akira hard in the backside!
"Eh — Uwaaa!!!"
Moriyama Akira was caught off guard, crashing through the half-open door and falling heavily into the darkness of the shop.
"Yasui Ryosuke! What the hell are you doing!!!"
Just as Moriyama Akira's roar of shock and anger exploded, a sudden change occurred!
Bang!
The wooden door that had been knocked open suddenly slammed shut like a living thing, cutting off the last sliver of light.
Immediately after, the floor, the walls, the ceiling above, the entire room began to rapidly soften, writhe, and expand!
Guji... Gujijiji... A sickening, sticky sound echoed through the space, making one's scalp tingle.
Disgusting fleshy lumps bulged on the wall surfaces, quickly splitting open to reveal bloodshot eyeballs!
The eyeballs spun frantically, locking onto Moriyama Akira, who was clutching his backside.
The walls completely lost their edges, becoming dark red fleshy walls oozing with foul-smelling mucus.
Countless tentacles with suckers and sharp teeth shot out from all directions like venomous snakes!
"Ah ah ah —!!!"
Moriyama Akira was scared out of his wits.
Driven by instinct, he rolled clumsily on the ground, wildly swinging his nichirin blade.
"Water Breathing, Second Form: Water Wheel!"
Chii!
A Zhan blue lightning flash cut an arc in front of him, severing several tentacles. The broken tendrils splattered everywhere.
However, there were too many tentacles; for every one cut, two or three immediately regenerated from the writhing fleshy walls!
"Yasui Ryosuke! You knew the demon was here all along, didn't you?! You used me as bait!!"
Moriyama Akira desperately blocked, letting out a roar of despair.
He was violently struck in the back by a tentacle, stumbling forward, and more tentacles immediately wrapped around his limbs and neck!
Moriyama Akira rolled to dodge, looking utterly disheveled.
"Hahaha! You pathetic worm betrayed by your companion! You humans are always so despicable!"
A sharp voice rang out from deep within the fleshy wall.
In the center of the fleshy wall, a lump of flesh pulsed and transformed into a human shape.
"How does it feel to be abandoned by your companion? What a wonderful expression! Fear! Anger! Despair! Hahaha!"
"Don't worry, after I eat you, I'll take care of that guy too. Just become a part of me!"
The demon laughed shrilly, and more tentacles transformed into long whips, completely sealing off all of Moriyama Akira's escape routes and wrapping around his body.
"Uwaaa! Kaa-san! I want to go home! Help me!" Moriyama Akira wailed.
Boom!
A clap of thunder shook all directions!
In the darkness, a blinding white lightning flash suddenly lit up!
Chii!
The roar of the blade shook the heavens, as fast as a lightning flash!
The tightly closed wooden door of the shop, along with a large section of the writhing fleshy wall, was pierced by the lightning flash!
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"
Ryosuke's figure emerged from the scattering dust and blood mist.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, and as his nichirin blade swung, the sword technique struck again!
Thunder Breathing, Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!
Rumble!
The violent thunder, like a straight line tearing through space, directly slashed towards the demon's newly formed body!
The jade-white blade effortlessly severed the neck.
The demon's triumphant shriek abruptly ceased, its head flying high, its face frozen in shock and disbelief.
"Uh... h-ho..."
The head tumbled in the air, its mouth opening and closing.
However, the severed body did not dissipate.
The surrounding fleshy walls, like a boiling swamp, surged with countless new eyeballs and tentacles, emitting even more frequent gurgling sounds.
The entire shop seemed to have transformed into a giant nest of flesh and blood!
"Idiot!"
The head, caught by a tentacle while still in mid-air, let out a venomous roar.
"As long as there's a piece of flesh! A drop of blood! in this room, I can regenerate infinitely! Can you cut it all down?! Hahaha! The sun has completely set now, and you will all be devoured by me!"
Moriyama Akira had just broken free from the tentacles' embrace, and upon hearing this declaration, his face instantly turned ashen white.
Infinite regeneration?? How could they possibly fight this?!
Ryosuke slightly lowered his head, his bangs obscuring his eyes, with only the small lightning flashes surrounding him trembling.
"Oh?"
Ryosuke sneered, his tone mocking: "Can't cut it all down?"
Boom! Boom!!!
An even more violent power exploded than before!
The surrounding temperature rapidly climbed, like a purgatory!
"Thunder Breathing, Fifth Form: Heat Lightning!"
Searing lightning raged forth, and as Ryosuke swung his long blade, countless fleshy walls and tentacles were instantly crushed into dust!
His slashes were incredibly fast, and their power was astonishing. In just one move, most of the room's flesh and blood was cleared, emitting a strong burnt smell!
Ryosuke sneered.
The Fifth Form has a large area of effect and high damage, along with a scorching effect. Its only drawback is its short range.
But in this enclosed room, this technique was a divine skill!
The demon was visibly panicked, quickly activating its Blood Demon Art to re-coalesce the remaining flesh and blood.
Ryosuke was waiting for this exact moment!
He sheathed his blade, and as the tsuba pushed forward, violent thunder exploded around him!
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash, Triple Strike!"
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