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Chapter 63 is not even in the same league.
"I told you, that blood is extremely precious."
"Since he's already dead, you will pay the price."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tomioka Giyu blinked, and Kokushibo's figure vanished.
Without time to think, afterimages overlapped, and Tomioka Giyu retreated a step.
And Kokushibo's nichirin blade, Kyokasuigetsu, also slashed past his neck!
"Water Breathing Style, Thirteenth Form: Mirror Image * Kyouka Suigetsu!"
With one slash missing, Kokushibo didn't pause, delivering another slash towards Tomioka Giyu's neck.
However, this one also missed. Kokushibo said with a hint of admiration in his tone,
"Thirteenth Form? A very good Move."
"I have also fought with the first Water Breathing user; your nichirin blade carries his Qi."
"What is your name? Are you his descendant?"
"Tomioka Giyu..."
Tomioka Giyu was in no mood to say anything else, instead contemplating in his mind what to do and how to fight this battle.
Forget about winning; he wasn't even confident he could hold out until other Hashira arrived for support.
Moreover, if the current Hashira came without activating their demon slayer mark, Transparent World, or Red Blade, it would be no different from coming to their deaths.
Kokushibo's only weakness was his anxiety about his appearance; other than that, he couldn't find any way to defeat Kokushibo.
But he couldn't just sit and wait. Tomioka Giyu stepped forward proactively, swinging his nichirin blade.
Kokushibo retreated a step and said in a deep voice, "I see, so you can't truly swing your nichirin blade when using this Move."
"However, I have also seen through your weakness."
"Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace!"
Moonlight flared, and crescent-shaped trajectories, adorned with moon blades of various sizes, swept out at extreme speed!
Tomioka Giyu retreated several meters; his Thirteenth Form was forcibly ended.
Simply because the clothes on his chest were cut open, and his skin was also scratched.
A Move that was once considered invincible was now seen through when facing Kokushibo.
'Is this the Transparent World...'
Tomioka Giyu's hand gripping his nichirin blade trembled unconsciously; even when facing Doma, he hadn't felt this suffocating sensation.
Why this was so, Tomioka Giyu was well aware: the Kokushibo before him might not even be using one layer of his strength.
His Thirteenth Form, which he used to save his life, was seen through; how could he not be afraid?
"Still dodged, huh? Your swordsmanship and reaction speed are truly exquisite, very good, you."
"The position of upper rank six is currently vacant. It was originally for that person just now, but since you killed him, you shall take his place. Become a demon."
Tomioka Giyu gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down. He answered Kokushibo directly with his actions.
"Water Breathing, Tenth Form: Constant Flux!"
A water Dragon roared out, carrying immense power, heading straight for Kokushibo.
"It seems you have rejected my proposal."
Moon blades were flung out; Kokushibo had no intention of backing down.
Bang ——————
The water Dragon was negated. Tomioka Giyu's eyes were fixed on Kokushibo's movements. As he raised his hand, Tomioka Giyu swept his nichirin blade upwards.
He wanted to sever Kokushibo's arm before he could unleash a Move.
But Tomioka Giyu's plan was seen through by Kokushibo the moment the water Dragon disappeared.
Just as Tomioka Giyu's nichirin blade was about to touch Kokushibo's wrist, a wide-ranging, circular moon blade erupted instantly!
"Moon Breathing, Fifth Form: Moon Spirit Calamitous Vortex!"
Tomioka Giyu, who barely blocked this attack, was still sent flying into the air.
The next second, chaotic moon blades wove into a dense net of attacks, heading straight for Tomioka Giyu!
"Moon Breathing, Sixth Form: Long Night, Solitary Moon, Infinite!"
In mid-air, Tomioka Giyu did not panic, staring intently at the rapidly approaching moon blades.
When they reached a certain distance, Tomioka Giyu, using his powerful core strength, twisted his body in mid-air.
"Water Breathing, Sixth Form: Twisting Whirlpool!"
Bang bang bang bang ——————
Tomioka Giyu landed on the ground, staggering a few steps before he could stop.
Despite finding the perfect timing to block, his legs, arms, and neck were all scratched.
More seriously, there was a long gash on his chest, bleeding profusely.
Tomioka Giyu fully mobilized his breathing and muscles to barely stop the bleeding.
"Too strong, completely not on the same level. The battle has only lasted over ten minutes, but my injuries..."
Tomioka Giyu gripped his nichirin blade's hilt; every cell in his body was refusing to fight Kokushibo.
But that invisible, intangible talent was telling him that this was a good opportunity for Awakening!
Waves surged around him, accompanied by low roars, erupting completely!
"Water Breathing Style, Twelfth Form: Stilling Waves!"
Dozens of huge water pillars crashed towards Kokushibo, and Tomioka Giyu charged forward with them.
Facing Kokushibo, long-range combat offered no advantage whatsoever.
"Fearless swordsman, how nostalgic. This exhilarating feeling."
"In the Sengoku period, I sparred with the Water Hashira just like this..."
As Kokushibo spoke, dozens of water pillars were already approaching him.
"Moon Breathing, Third Form: Abhorrent Moon, Eroding!"
In an instant, two moon blades irregularly destroyed all the charging water pillars!
Tomioka Giyu was not surprised by this; he used this Move precisely to create a diversion.
Using the water pillars' attack to create a blind spot, he circled behind Kokushibo and swept his nichirin blade towards his arm!
The reason he didn't aim for the neck wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't reach it.
Although the arm and neck were only a few centimeters apart, with Kokushibo's reaction speed, it was more than enough.
But Tomioka Giyu still underestimated Kokushibo; to be precise, he overestimated the blind spot he created.
Kokushibo's six eyes weren't just for looking scary.
As early as when Tomioka Giyu charged over, one of Kokushibo's eyes had never left him.
The result was that Kokushibo slightly shifted his body, and the nichirin blade grazed his arm and struck the ground.
However, Tomioka Giyu, who had experienced several life-or-death battles, had also prepared for the worst before making his Move.
With the blade striking the ground, using the reactive force, Tomioka Giyu leaned on the blade and kicked towards Kokushibo.
Kokushibo was visibly surprised by Tomioka Giyu's sudden movement.
Although he saw the increase in arm muscle, he didn't expect him to use the leverage to kick.
But that was all. After blocking Tomioka Giyu's kick with his nichirin blade's hilt, Kokushibo thrust his nichirin blade.
"Moon Breathing, Fourth Form: Flashing Shadow, Gleaming Moon!"
Clang ——————
This time, Kokushibo was clearly stunned. The thrust, which had no gaps, was actually blocked by Tomioka Giyu with the nichirin blade's body.
"Water Breathing, Eleventh Form: Dead Calm!"
Thanks to this new nichirin blade, the Eleventh Form, which he had barely used last time, gave him inspiration, directly shrinking the Eleventh Form's range and integrating it into the nichirin blade.
Immediately after, Tomioka quickly stood up, retracting his nichirin blade. Kokushibo did the same, both unleashing their Moves almost simultaneously.
"Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace!"
"Water Breathing, First Form: Dead Water Surface Slash!"