Chapter 189 The Battle That Turned Around
Sanemi pushed off with his feet and charged forward with lightning speed and precision. He slid in and approached Iwakatsu at incredible speed. His Nichirin Blade traced a brilliant trajectory with his movement, and a green spinning wind blade condensed in the air. It was a force that could easily shatter hard ground. As it spun, it carried a chilling killing intent and was accompanied by a powerful shockwave that surged like a raging torrent, heading straight for Iwakatsu.
"Wind Breathing - First Form - Dust Whirlwind - Slash!"
The moment his opponent launched his attack, Yan Sheng leaped into the air. With a light and agile movement, he flipped and twirled through the air, skillfully dodging the green wind blade that was powerful enough to tear through the air. Dust billowed, leaving a mess, but he landed steadily on the ground without changing his expression.
Immediately, Sanemi's blade came hurtling towards him. Iwakatsu frowned, dodging the attack to the side. Sanemi's attack was relentless, the blade grazing Iwakatsu's body, catching a strand of hair. Iwakatsu released his grip, dodging back a few steps. As he expected, Sanemi, accompanied by green wind blades, caught up.
"it hurts!"
Muichiro, who had been bouncing around in a circle, hadn't even had time to react when he felt the restraints on him suddenly loosen, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He quickly got up and turned to look, only to see Sanemi's blade slashing upwards towards Iwakatsu, the green blade drawing a dazzling vortex. At the same time, black sword energy emanating from the wind blades scattered like fireworks.
"Wind Breathing - Land Form - Black Wind and Mist!"
Seeing the attack where black sword energy and green wind blades intertwined, Yan Sheng placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and drew his Kyokujin to block Sanemi's closing blade.
Sanemi watched as his opponent drew his sword and easily deflected the attack, a sense of unprecedented gravity rising in his heart. He pressed down hard on his sword, his gaze sweeping over the purple blade of the Hollow Cry God, meeting his eyes. The row of eyeballs moved slightly, staring at him with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Ugh! How disgusting, what kind of twisted sense of humor is this knife?"
"..." Tasteless guy
With a forceful swing, Iwakatsu pushed Sanemi aside. Watching his opponent retreat and create distance, he held up his Nichirin Blade and stared at him. Iwakatsu casually flicked the Hollow Crying God in my hand.
Sanemi felt his hands tremble slightly from the shock. The difference in strength between the two was too great; despite so many moves, he hadn't left a single wound on his opponent.
"Brother!" Genya gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry. He was about to rush forward to help, but Muichiro stopped him in time. In a battle of this level, Genya's strength was insufficient; getting close would be suicide. Muichiro looked at Genya, his eyes revealing seriousness: "Don't go. You'll distract Shinazugawa."
Muichiro's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Genya's impulse. He hung his head, filled with self-reproach. He understood that he truly couldn't match the speed and rhythm of a Pillar-level warrior, and that trying to help would be futile. The Nichirin Blade in his hand seemed to grow unusually heavy.
"Be careful." After instructing Genya, Muichiro flashed and quickly moved towards Iwakatsu and Sanemi, gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly as he moved, ready to deal with any possible crisis.
"Breathing of Mist - Fourth Form - Horizontal Slash!"
Muichiro wielded his mint-green blade, the Nichirin Blade in his hand seeming to come alive, creating a wisp of pale white smoke with each swing as it slashed towards Iwakatsu with fluid grace. Iwakatsu reacted with lightning speed, dodging the attack in a flash. At the same time, he pushed off with his wooden clogs, leaping into the air and skillfully avoiding a wind blade that suddenly appeared from the side.
Both Muichiro and Sanemi possessed astonishing speed, each exchange lasting only a fleeting moment. Their teamwork was also remarkably seamless, accurately anticipating each other's movements and coordinating their attacks on Iwakatsu.
The blade grazed past Yan Sheng repeatedly, sending up gusts of cold wind that forced him to remain constantly vigilant. Looking at the vast ruins of the black pillars and lattice walls around him, he pondered how to keep the two men in check.
Iwakatsu was a little annoyed. He shouldn't have let go of Muichiro earlier; at least he wouldn't have to dodge the combo now. He sighed helplessly, then moved swiftly, kicking the attacker straight in the abdomen.
Even though Sanemi reacted quickly and set up a defense, the force of Iwakatsu's kick was too great, sending him flying and slamming his back against a pillar not far away with a dull thud.
Iwakatsu spun around smoothly and swiftly, dodging Muichiro's opportunistic attack, and grabbed the back of his collar, lifting him up sharply. Muichiro's body arced through the air, firmly held in Iwakatsu's familiar grip, unable to move.
"???"
Muichiro hadn't expected Iwakatsu to suddenly use this move, and caught off guard, he was grabbed again. He struggled for a while, but as expected, he still couldn't move. However, this time he could clearly see the situation in front of him.
Sanemi stood up and saw Iwakatsu's movements. He paused in his charge and changed his attack. But even with his speed, Iwakatsu easily dodged his moves.
As the battle reached a stalemate, a meteor hammer with a black chain came hurtling toward Yan Sheng's head with astonishing speed. Yan Sheng reacted quickly, leaping to the side, and the meteor hammer slammed heavily into the ground, scattering fragments and raising a cloud of dust.
"Release Muichiro!"
Gyomei's voice was steady and powerful. He stood not far away, holding the other end of the chain, pulling back his meteor hammer, his body tense, ready to attack at any moment. Sanemi stood on the other side, gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, watching Iwakatsu's every move closely, not daring to relax for a moment.
Yan Sheng was exasperated. What a terrible plot! Couldn't the system automatically correct some of the important parts? Just as Yan Sheng was muttering to himself, a bullet made of crimson sand grazed his neck, leaving a faint bloodstain.
Yan Sheng turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Xuan Mi not far away, who was gripping a gun tightly and pointing it at him. Only then did Yan Sheng realize that the gun he had placed earlier had fallen to the ground.
I'm unhappy, I missed one shot.
Iwakatsu was a little annoyed. He felt he had been friendly enough and didn't understand why these people were so impulsive. He reached out and bit the hilt of Kyokujin's sword, then took the Nichirin Blade from Muichiro's hand, and with a flick of his arm, the blade rushed towards Genya at an extremely fast speed.
Upon seeing this, Sanemi's pupils contracted, and he quickly gave chase. However, due to the initial distance, he was too late. The Nichirin Blade struck Genya's spear with astonishing speed, the immense force causing the spear to slip from his grasp and fly several meters away.
"The hilt?" Genya was stunned. He was somewhat surprised, but without much thought, he raised his sword, turned, and charged towards Iwakatsu. At the same time, Gyomei also swung his meteor hammer. Since Muichiro was still in Iwakatsu's hands, they dared not use wide-range attacks.
Iwakatsu raised his hand to use the Hollow Crying God to block the incoming meteor hammer, feeling his arm go numb from the force. After forcefully swinging it away, he took a step back, then stepped on Sanemi's blade, which was almost within reach, pressing it firmly to the ground with his wooden clogs.
"Damn it! Let go!"
Sanemi struggled desperately, but couldn't move an inch. He frowned, his heart filled with anxiety. Normally, at such close range, he could easily get the other person drunk, but he himself only had bruises and small cuts, and hadn't even bled much.
Sanemi possesses rare blood, the rarest of rare blood types. To demons, he's like a cat encountering catnip—attracting demons while simultaneously intoxicating them. This constitution makes him a thorn in the side of demons, but it also gives him a greater chance of victory in battle.
Sanemi gritted his teeth, released the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and slashed directly across the blade. As the cut opened, blood gushed out, and the stench filled the air.
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