Before the giant arms could regenerate, Aoyamaswiftly swung his blade downward.
Bang—
The floor split open, revealing the cervical spine that Enmu had hidden beneath the train!
Seeing it exposed, Inosuke immediately lunged forward. With both swords raised high, he slashed down with all his strength.
Slash—
A massive spray of blood burst out.
But the cervical spine wasn't severed.
Newly grown arms blocked the strike, and the regeneration speed was astonishing. The exposed spine was quickly wrapped up again.
Inosuke roared and swung his twin blades once more, chopping at the spine wrapped inside the flesh.
More blood exploded outward.
But the blades still failed to reach the bone.
The wounds closed almost instantly, and even more arms grew out to defend it.
"Ha! That regeneration is way too fast! It heals before I can even land a second strike!"
Inosuke shouted.
Just as Aoyamastepped forward to attack with his Nichirin Blade—
Dozens of demonic eyes suddenly appeared.
Aoyama had seen these before during his battle with Enmu on the roof of the train.
It was Enmu's Blood Demon Art—Compulsory Slumber Eyes.
Without hesitation, Aoyama shut his eyes.
Before there had only been one eye. Now there were countless. The safest option was to fight without sight.
"Inosuke! Be careful! Don't get caught in the Blood Demon Art!"
Even though Inosuke wore a boar mask—making it impossible for Enmu's eyes to lock onto his gaze—Aoyama still warned him.
"Haha! Got it!"
Inosuke replied, swinging his blades wildly to cut down the demonic eyes and arms filling the locomotive.
Aoyama took a deep breath.
Without his sight, he had to rely on another sense.
He heightened his sense of smell to replace his vision.
In his mind, he traced the source of the dense demonic aura.
The moment he opened his eyes—
He had to strike Enmu's cervical spine in a single decisive blow.
Beside him rang the constant sound of Inosuke's blades cutting through flesh.
Suddenly—
"Ahhh! I won't allow this!"
"You're not allowed to ruin my dream!"
The conductor suddenly went berserk, clutching an ice pick and charging straight toward Inosuke.
Aoyama tilted his ear slightly.
Following the sound, he moved instantly.
With one swift kick, he sent the conductor flying into the control equipment of the train.
"Such a nuisance."
Aoyama frowned, irritation clear in his expression.
The cramped locomotive left little room to maneuver.
Reaching out, he grabbed Inosuke by the shoulder and yanked him behind.
"Huh?"
Inosuke froze in confusion.
"Total Concentration! Light Breathing!"
"Fifth Form—"
A tremendous surge of power erupted from Aoyama 's blade.
In a single sweeping strike, every demonic eye and writhing arm in the locomotive was cut apart.
The front half of the locomotive itself was sliced clean away.
Aoyama opened his eyes.
His gaze locked onto the cervical spine beneath his feet.
Leaping into the air, he raised his Nichirin Blade high above his head—
And brought it down with all his strength.
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