The young girl arrived in front of an abandoned mansion.
The door of the mansion was ajar, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, devoid of life.
The girl crossed the dilapidated front yard and stopped in front of the bedroom.
In the dead silence, a figure paced out from the room.
It was a male demon with a tall and slender build. His skin was pale, and his ten fingernails were as black as ink, sharp and long.
He wore a flashy, long robe, his long hair draped casually over his shoulders. His face could be called handsome.
Meng E (Dream Nightmare) looked at the girl before him and smiled.
He elegantly raised his hand and tapped lightly towards the girl's sleeve.
A speck of scarlet light, like an awakened firefly, floated out from the girl's sleeve pocket.
It was a seashell, as ordinary as could be, but right now it was emitting a bewitching bloody glow.
"Look, you like it very much."
Meng E spoke with a hint of smugness: "Since you accepted it, you belong to me."
He put away the seashell, stepped forward quietly, and revealed his fangs at the girl's fair neck.
Hum—
A screech tearing through the air erupted suddenly!
A blinding jade-white blade light slashed fiercely towards Meng E's head.
The greed on Meng E's face solidified instantly, turning into astonishment.
He retreated rapidly, dodging this slash by a hair's breadth.
"Tsk! Reaction is pretty fast."
Ryosuke, whose sneak attack failed, appeared in front of the girl, holding his sword horizontally to protect her.
Meng E, interrupted in his meal, was furious. His narrow eyes sized up Ryosuke.
Especially that Nichirin Sword emitting a jade-white luster.
"Heh, Thunder Breathing—"
Meng E tilted his head, his tone filled with thick mockery. "Crude! Truly utterly crude!"
"Such a violent and rude Breathing Style, paired with a brute like you who has no sense of art, is simply a desecration of this beautiful blade!"
Ryosuke couldn't be bothered to waste half a word on him.
For this kind of pervert who fancied himself elegant, the best response was to chop him into minced meat!
Ryosuke's eyes sharpened. Thunder went berserk around his body, rumbling incessantly.
The sharp edge of his long sword's slash instantly turned into a thunderbolt tearing through the darkness!
"Thunder Breathing · Fourth Form · Distant Thunder!"
Blade light like electricity, aiming straight for the demon's throat!
Although Meng E talked big, he understood the speed and power of Thunder Breathing sword techniques very well.
He didn't dare to take it head-on. His figure dodged eerily, while simultaneously emitting a string of short, strange syllables from his mouth.
As he chanted, countless seashells scattered in the corners of the courtyard seemed to be awakened by an invisible force!
They trembled violently, emitting a buzzing hum, their surfaces glowing with eerie blood-light!
Szzt szzt szzt!
Countless seashells shot towards Ryosuke like a dense swarm!
Ryosuke's sword momentum stagnated. Wherever the blade passed, thunder rumbled faintly!
"Thunder Breathing · Second Form · Rice Spirit!"
Shing!
Five fierce lightning slashes attacked the swarm of seashells!
But there were simply too many seashells. Although Ryosuke shattered a large patch, his arms and shoulders were still pierced by a few that slipped through the net.
"Hmph, a brute is a brute. Only knows how to swing a sword and hack."
Meng E looked at Ryosuke with contempt.
"Talk to your mother! Shine (Die)!"
Ignoring his injuries, Ryosuke suddenly raised his sword and charged!
Bang!
Sharp claws and Nichirin Sword collided. The powerful force made both retreat several steps.
Meng E looked at his bloodstained hands and cursed in exasperation.
"Crude! You crude, brutish commoner!"
"Why the hell are you acting spoiled here?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow.
As an excellent youth of the 21st century.
He had experienced the baptism of Produce 101 and Honor of Kings (Pesticide) early on.
He didn't even know how many times he had fought in the "Defense of the Mother's Family Tree" (flame wars).
Meng E's cursing had zero lethality or insult to his ears. It was even... adorably stupid.
Meng E was furious to the extreme. Ryosuke sheathed his long sword, leaning forward and striding out.
Suddenly, steaming breath exhaled from Ryosuke's mouth and nose. Thunder circled him, rumbling loudly!
"Thunder Breathing · First Form · Thunderclap and Flash · Threefold!"
Shing!
The sword hummed suddenly. Ryosuke had already turned into a thunderbolt and slashed!
Meng E waved his hand violently to defend, but was knocked back several steps.
Before he could catch his breath, the second and third slashes followed one after another!
Meng E stumbled to cope. His chest was hit by Ryosuke, and his whole body flew backward like a blood bag.
Just as Ryosuke wanted to take advantage of his illness to take his life, his consciousness began to blur.
Meng E stood up, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold sneer.
"My Blood Demon Art · Nightmare Conch Sound, can do more than just control these little toys."
He swiped his finger in the air. Countless tendrils of blood energy sprouted from Ryosuke's wounds, quickly wrapping around him!
"Its essence lies in piercing the human heart, stimulating the most primal and fervent desires deep within the soul!"
"Lust, greed, desire for power, gluttony... whatever it is, it will be infinitely magnified, drowning you in a vortex of desire!"
As his last syllable fell, Ryosuke felt a chaotic consciousness rushing towards him!
Everything before his eyes instantly twisted and cracked, flying away rapidly.
He felt like he had fallen into a void, and control over his body was also draining away fast.
"Alright, crude Demon Hunter."
Meng E grinned and laughed heartily: "Now let me see, what kind of filthy, foul desires are hidden beneath this rough skin of yours!"
He tapped his finger, blood energy surging, quietly infiltrating the depths of Ryosuke's consciousness, ready to peek and toy with, and finally completely destroy this Demon Hunter's soul!
[Kill him! Divide into eight pieces! Chop into minced meat!]
Hmm?
Meng E: o_0?
Meng E came out of Ryosuke's consciousness.
Must be the way I opened it. It was wrong.
He comforted himself this way, and drilled back in again.
[Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!]
[Hack to death! Chop to pieces! Grind to mush! Sunbathe! Crush bones and scatter ashes!]
An intent to kill, pure to the extreme, erupted suddenly.
In Ryosuke's consciousness, scenes of Meng E being beheaded, dismembered by countless blade lights, and dragged under the sun to bake were playing over and over again.
Meng E wailed in pain. That voice was no longer an elegant chant, but a desperate dirge!
There was no hesitation, fear, greed, lust... only pure killing intent!
He just wanted to fxxk Meng E up!
Meng E felt like he had watched an extremely terrifying horror movie and hurriedly withdrew from Ryosuke's consciousness.
He stumbled back a few steps, his pale face twisted and hideous.
"Lunatic! You are a fxxking complete lunatic!!"
He screamed, his elegance gone, leaving only hysterical madness.
"Is there nothing else in your heart besides killing me?!"
"You monster!! Monster!"
His spirit suffered an unprecedented shock.
The Blood Demon Art he was so proud of, which toyed with human hearts, became a complete joke in front of this Demon Hunter!
Ryosuke's spiritual world was frighteningly barren, yet terrifyingly pure!
Meng E couldn't find a single flaw, because he was the flaw.
Meng E was enraged to the extreme, his black hair dancing wildly as he roared sternly.
"Since you only think about killing me, then go die!"
His body exploded into motion, his sharp claws carrying a whistling sound that tore the air, aiming straight for Ryosuke's head!
The breath of death seized Ryosuke's throat.
Boom!
Just then, a blazing flame illuminated the dark night, descending from the sky!
"Flame Breathing · First Form · Unknowing Fire!"