Chapter 247

The moment Douma appeared, the situation of the battle had actually turned around, because he was already stronger than anyone else present.

If he was a little weaker, Mr. Komaji, who hated him to the extreme, would have fought him to the death. If he had been strengthened by Muzan Muzan...

"Disgusting - how can we let a man from the Demon Slayer Corps who can't even swing a sword taste Hana-san, whom we haven't even tried yet?" The voice didn't come from far away, but right next to my ear.

It happened so fast that people couldn't react.

Tanjiro Kamado swung his sword back, but the blade was intercepted by Hantengu who rushed over. The Upper Four are not so easy to deal with for the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Tanjiro, who had combat experience, avoided the blade and changed from slashing to stabbing. The tip of the blade pierced into the demon's skin, but soon could not go in any further.

My eyes blurred, and I met those colorful eyes that were as beautiful as glass. At this moment, I didn't even have time to feel the pain in my palms, I could only feel the scenery receding.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a series of "bang" sounds from gunshots, a bloody scratch appeared on Douma's face.

It's Fushigawa Genya.

I turned my head and only saw his jaw. Just a moment ago, he held my shoulder with one hand and quickly stepped back to avoid Douma's hand.

From this angle, I could see the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth dripping down his chin onto my clothes. After swallowing my blood with the power of the blue spider lily, his breath had a distinctly similar smell to mine.

The digestive system works much faster than I thought. I stood up a little straighter and immediately saw his pupils, the same green as mine.

The bullets in the gun are filled according to the influence of his ability, so they can scratch Douma's skin.

"Even if I digested Hana-san's power, I can only achieve this level?" Douma's mask-like smile never faded, but the words he spoke seemed to be without any emotion, "It's really... such a waste."

As he spoke, he touched the wound that had a slight burning sensation with his finger, and the wound healed instantly without any trace left.

My lungs were aching so much that even breathing was painful.

So the sequelae of breathing techniques can have such serious consequences?

The energy I had just used quickly disappeared in the open space because it lost my constant supply.

As Douma opened his fan, visible mist gathered and lingered on the fan.

"Don't worry, Hua-san. My moves are all for the purpose of "redemption". They are very gentle." He looked at me intently, "I won't let Hua-san feel any pain." As he spoke, he drew a line in the air with his fan, "Blood Demon Art: Lotus Flower——"

Condensed from the cold mist in the air, several dense vines were entwined with ice lotuses, and like a move that was more for viewing than for practicality, it came down like a whip. Fuzugawa Genya pushed me behind him, jumped into the air, and stepped on the lotus. The ability to exorcise evil spirits on his body made him a weapon. With a flick of his wrist, he wrapped several branches around his hand and pulled them down. There was a "sizzling" sound where his hand touched the blood demon technique, and at the same time, he raised his right hand and fired several shots in the direction of Douma.

His gun can only store six bullets at a time, which has already used up all the bullets he has loaded this time. Reloading takes several seconds.

Douma smiled, not even moving a step. He closed his fan and waved it in front of him, "Blood Demon Jutsu: Scattering Lotus Flowers."

The fan sprayed out a large number of fine ice flowers, each petal as sharp as a blade, like a net, the fine blades cut through the bullets.

Apparently, Fuzugawa Genya had anticipated this situation. The cut bullet did not fall to the ground helplessly, but instead paused in the air, and then a ray of light burst out from the core of the bullet.

"Bang" - huge explosions sounded one after another in front of Douma. What exploded was not gunpowder but the energy of blue spider lily.

I was a little surprised. Fuzugawa Genya was more flexible and powerful than I thought. In just a few seconds, he was able to wrap the blue spider lily's ability to repel evil within the blood demon technique.

Although it sounds as easy as making dumplings, putting two completely repulsive forces together is not as easy as touching your upper lip to your lower lip.

However, I don't think Douma will be really hurt. He likes to play with his prey, so he rarely uses his full strength when there is such a big difference in fighting power.

In short, it means that he underestimates his enemy. This is the real reason why Xuan Mi can look as good as him.

The battle situation here is not optimistic, and the same is true for Tanjiro Kamado, because Hantengu had just been beaten to pieces by Mr. Komaji, and the recovery speed of his multiple clones had been greatly reduced. In addition, there were not many opponents, so he did not hesitate and merged the clones together neatly.

The Hateful Amber Sky - Hantengu's complete form after forcibly absorbing the clones of the three ghosts, Kongxi, Kele and Aijue, due to accumulated anger, is far more powerful than the four scattered abilities just now.

He has several Thunder God drums with the word "hate" engraved on them on his back and is holding an "S" shaped drumstick. He looks like a teenager, but the bulging blue veins around the demon horns on his forehead are connected to his red vertical pupils, and his dark eye sockets are filled with malice.

"Evil - those who are enemies of the original body are all extremely evil, the most evil!" The drum behind Hakuten suddenly roared, and a wooden dragon suddenly emerged from it and stabbed towards Tanjiro Kamado.

Very hard!

Harder than most ghosts' necks.

Tanjiro Kamado's blade cut through, but it only created a burst of sparks. The sound of the two colliding was like metal, as if accompanied by a thin cry of thunder.

No, not as if!

The blood vampire arts of the hateful Amber Sky can use the wooden dragon as a medium to perform the blood vampire arts of the original four clones -

This is the angry thunder and lightning!

The sparks that were created became the source of the lightning. Tanjiro Kamado couldn't dodge, and it was too late to dodge. The moment he breathed, it seemed as if flames were burning around his mouth.

The God of Fire Kagura: Enma!

The two consecutive attacks, which were surrounded by flames and arc-shaped, cut off the wooden dragon while releasing electricity, thus destroying the source of subsequent vampire magic power.

But this did not solve the problem at all. Tanjiro's sharp perception made him crouch down before he realized it, and he rolled sideways on the ground, avoiding the spikes on the ground and behind him. The wooden spike suddenly swelled up, and the sharp part opened like a mouth, spitting out a large ball of wind blades, which easily cut into pieces the stone bricks that served as a cover in front of Tanjiro, and at the same time brought with it a harsh sound wave, invisibly tearing Tanjiro's breath.

A tough fight - whether it was Tanjiro Kamado or Genya Bisigawa, they couldn't even get close.

The gap in strength is simply too great.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound, and a cold breath came over me from behind.

not good--

The blood demon technique that Douma used just now was not only to trap Fushigi Genya, but also to send the puppet behind me with the cover of the lotus.

Blood Demon Art: Crystal Guardian.

The ice doll created by Douma is only the size of Douma's fan, but its strength is comparable to the original, and it can even use blood demon arts with the same strength as the original.

Fighting was never the goal.

If they catch me, they might not even fight!

I turned around and raised my left hand. The wound that hadn’t healed yet should be able to hold it back.

With a "bang", a heavy object fell to the ground.

Mr. Komaji punched the ice doll hard, and the shadow of the technique unfolded in front of his fist.

Destruction and destruction!

He concentrated all his strength into his fist, injected a large amount of fighting spirit into it and released it all at once, with almost destructive force, pressing it all down.

However, the puppet Douma clone couldn't withstand such a full-strength attack. Unlike Douma who liked to toy with his opponents, Komaji, as the third upper rank, always took the battle very seriously.

The blast from the fist hit me at close range, my skirt flew all over the place, and I fell backwards.

At the moment I was about to touch the ground, Mr. Komaji grabbed the fabric on my chest and pulled me up.

He frowned as he looked at my bleeding wounds and miserable face.

"Ah, Your Excellency Inosuke is back so soon?" Douma didn't seem to care at all that his plan had failed. He controlled the Buddha's hand made of ice and swung Fushigawa Genya behind him fiercely. The heavy object flew far away and smashed through the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, which felt like it was blinding from a distance.

Mr. Komaji had a sullen face, looking like he didn't want to talk to Douma at all.

"Why didn't you say anything, Master Inoue? Master Wupo was furious about you running away with Huasan secretly. He was not just furious in the sense that he wanted to take back your number." Douma relaxed his brows, as if he was trying to express something. "It's so sad. Just like many of the believers I've seen, they finally managed to escape, but they couldn't stay for long."

What is elopement? If you can't organize a language, you might as well donate your mouth to those in need.

Douma became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had really listened to our complaints, and at the end, he shed two tears as if they were genuine.

I frowned. His pretense made me feel an inexplicable emotion, like disgust, or something else, and even a little bit of inexplicable excitement. Even though the situation was tense, I couldn't help but say, "Fake."

"Hmm?" Douma seemed to have heard my not-so-loud voice.

"Eyes are the windows to the soul, and your windows are blocked by your tears." I actually had the urge to say that your eyes were blocked by eye boogers, but I held back, "The air outside can't get in, and you... can't get out either."

Douma is a person who is trapped by himself.

I always feel like this is something I would say, but it also feels like it’s not.

This is not the first time I have had this contradictory feeling. Could it be a sequelae of reincarnation?

"How pitiful," I said with a sad look, using my own words to retaliate, "You can't feel any emotion at all, yet you still pretend to understand everything. You're really pitiful."

These words seemed to have touched Douma's sore spot. Even the curve of his mouth corners was lowered a lot, and another golden iron fan slipped out from his sleeves.

With his right arm resting on the back of his left hand, he opened two fans at the same time. The poison released by Douma seemed to be much more concentrated. His eyes appeared brighter in the mist, like two beautiful gems that made people want to collect them. "I really have to be more serious about what Your Excellency, Inoue, said."

These words were like a signal. I only felt a gust of wind passing by my ears. The squeezed air even brought out a series of harsh and dense wind sounds.

Mr. Komaji's high-speed fighting spirit collided with Douma who was holding up the fan.

The battle between Upper Ranks Two and Three is about to begin.