"Demon aura!"
Moriyama Akira's face changed abruptly. His hand instinctively pressed on the hilt of his sword as he looked around vigilantly.
Twilight had fallen, and the light was dim, but the sun hadn't fully set yet. Even the remaining sunlight was enough to make evil demons retreat a safe distance.
Demons wouldn't come out to be active at this time.
The two exchanged glances and quickly spread out, scanning the street corners, alley ends, and shadows under the eaves like falcons.
However, night fell.
Except for debris blown by the wind, the entire street was empty, dead silent to the point of creeping people out.
That strong demon aura vanished without a trace the moment it appeared, leaving no trail to follow.
Moriyama Akira looked at Ryosuke in confusion: "It disappeared? This... where exactly is this demon hiding?"
Ryosuke pulled the corner of his mouth and crossed his arms with a cold sneer.
Obviously, this demon either did it on purpose or was careless.
Choosing this time, choosing this place, to blatantly throw its scent in their faces...
"Interesting... this demon is quite arrogant!"
Moriyama Akira was stunned, then reacted.
This wasn't an accidental exposure; it was a naked provocation!
A burst of anger rushed straight to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but curse.
"Damn it! Come out if you have the guts! What kind of skill is hiding in the shadows!"
Ryosuke walked straight towards a general store by the roadside.
He squatted down, rubbed some debris between his fingertips, and understood in his heart.
Sure enough...
"Ryosuke-san?"
Moriyama Akira quickly followed, puzzled. "Are you going to buy something?"
Ryosuke didn't answer.
He stood in front of the shop door and listened for a moment.
Inside the door was dead silence, without even the slightest sound of breathing.
The smile on Ryosuke's lips grew thicker.
Without warning, he suddenly turned sideways, channeled strength into his right leg, and kicked fiercely at Moriyama Akira's butt!
"Eh—Waaah!!!"
Caught off guard, Moriyama Akira crashed through the half-open door, tumbling fiercely into the darkness of the shop.
"Yasui Ryosuke! What the fxxk are you doing!!!"
Just as the roar of shock and rage exploded from Moriyama Akira's mouth, a sudden change occurred!
Bang!
The wooden door that had been knocked open slammed shut violently like a living creature, shutting out the last ray of light.
Immediately after, the floor, walls, and the ceiling overhead—the entire room began to rapidly soften, squirm, and expand!
Guji... Gujiji...
Sickening, sticky sounds echoed in the space.
Disgusting tumors bulged on the surface of the walls, cracking open rapidly to reveal eyeballs covered in blood vessels!
The eyeballs rotated madly, locking dead onto Moriyama Akira, who was clutching his butt.
The walls completely lost their edges and corners, turning into dark red fleshy walls dripping with foul slime.
Countless tentacles with suckers and sharp teeth shot out from all directions like venomous snakes!
"Aaaah—!!!"
Moriyama Akira was scared out of his wits.
Relying on instinct, he rolled on the ground in a sorry state, swinging his Nichirin Sword wildly.
"Water Breathing · Second Form · Water Wheel!"
Shing!
The azure blade light drew an arc in front of him, severing several tentacles. Broken tentacles splattered everywhere.
However, there were simply too many tentacles. Cut one, and immediately two or three more would regenerate from the squirming flesh walls!
"Yasui Ryosuke! You knew the demon was here all along, didn't you?! You used me as bait!!"
Moriyama Akira parried desperately, letting out a roar of despair.
He was whipped hard on the back by a tentacle and stumbled forward. More tentacles immediately wrapped towards his limbs and neck!
Moriyama Akira rolled to dodge, looking utterly wretched.
"Hahaha! Poor worm betrayed by his comrade! You humans are always so despicable!"
A sharp voice rang out from the depths of the flesh wall.
In the center of the flesh wall, a lump of meat pulsed and transformed into a human shape.
"How does it feel to be abandoned by a comrade? What a wonderful expression! Fear! Anger! Despair! Hahaha!"
"Don't worry, after eating you, I'll deal with that guy too. Be a good boy and become a part of me!"
The demon laughed sharply. More tentacles turned into long whips, completely sealing off all of Moriyama Akira's dodging space and wrapping around his body.
"Waaah! Kaa-san (Mom)! I want to go home! Help me!" Moriyama Akira wailed.
Boom!
A clap of thunder shook the four directions!
In the darkness, a point of blinding white light lit up suddenly!
Shing!
The sword whistle shook the heavens, fast as a thunderclap!
The tightly closed wooden shop door, along with a large patch of squirming flesh wall, was pierced through by the lightning!
"Thunder Breathing · First Form · Thunderclap and Flash!"
Ryosuke's figure appeared amidst the exploding dust and blood mist.
Instead of retreating, he advanced. As he swung his Nichirin Sword, the sword technique descended again!
Thunder Breathing · Fourth Form · Distant Thunder!
Rumble!
Violent thunder, like a straight line tearing through space, slashed directly at the demon's newly condensed body!
The jade-white blade severed the neck without hindrance.
The demon's triumphant shrieking laugh came to an abrupt halt. His head flew high, his face frozen with shock and disbelief.
"Uh... heh heh..."
The head tumbled in the air, mouth opening and closing.
However, the severed body did not dissipate.
The surrounding flesh walls were like a boiling swamp. Countless new eyeballs and tentacles surged out again, emitting even denser squelching sounds.
The entire shop seemed to have turned into a giant nest of flesh and blood!
"Idiot!"
The head flying in mid-air was caught by a tentacle, letting out a resentful roar.
"As long as there is a piece of meat! A drop of blood left in this room! I can regenerate infinitely! Can you finish chopping it all?! Hahaha! The sun has completely set now; you will all be devoured by me!"
Moriyama Akira, having just broken free from the tentacles, heard this declaration, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Infinite regeneration?? How do we fight this?!
Ryosuke lowered his head slightly, his bangs covering his eyes. Only the tiny lightning bolts circling his body trembled.
"Oh?"
Ryosuke sneered, his tone mocking: "Can't finish chopping?"
Boom! Boom!!!
A power even more violent than before exploded!
The surrounding temperature climbed rapidly, like purgatory!
"Thunder Breathing · Fifth Form · Heat Rumble!"
Scorching thunder raged. As Ryosuke swung his long sword, countless flesh walls and tentacles were crushed into powder in an instant!
His slashes were extremely fast, and the power was astonishingly great. With just one move, most of the flesh and blood in the entire room was cleared out, emitting a thick scorched smell!
Ryosuke sneered.
The Fifth Form had a large area of effect and high damage, plus a burning effect. The only drawback was the short range.
But in this enclosed room, this move was a god-tier skill!
The demon was obviously panicked, quickly activating his Blood Demon Art to condense the remaining flesh and blood.
Ryosuke was waiting for exactly this moment!
He sheathed his sword. As he pushed the guard forward, violent thunder exploded around him with a boom!
"Thunder Breathing · First Form · Thunderclap and Flash · Threefold!"