No, I'm a Demon Too (Sincere Face)

The Mao City was exceptionally quiet in the latter half of the night, as if the surroundings had pressed the pause button as the clock struck twelve.

"Laugh!"

The sound of flesh being pierced echoed in the quiet alley, followed by the rushing sound of water.

A moment later, a figure emerged from the alley.

The newcomer's face was painted with thick ink, and his body was covered in vermilion.

Anyone familiar with the wanted list would recognize it at a glance: the infamous White Owl.

At this moment, traces of red remained on the tips of his Hook Claw, and the smell of blood lingered in the air as he moved.

"Ahhh--!"

The night wind lifted the hem of his black turtleneck coat, and screams and cries drifted faintly from afar on the wind.

Is that the direction of the third western port in Mao City?

What's going on? Weren't we supposed to keep a low profile in Mao City? How did such a big commotion happen?

His years of experience on the front lines, honing his sensitivity to unexpected events, told him that something unplanned had happened.

"Tsk!"

He narrowed his eyes, which had white pupils.

The premonition that his workload would suddenly increase instantly soured his mood, which had been quite good after eating.

Spreading his wings, he sped off directly in the direction from which the sound came.

Hopefully, there are strong enough prey there.

As he passed by, the strong wind blew up his white hair, which was tied into a single braid, and a strand of black highlights on his right forehead also danced in the air.

With the blood of two birds of Beastfolk, the falcon and the snow owl, flowing through his veins, Arakawa Jiushu possessed incredible speed and could fly almost silently.

Before long, he rushed to the third port in the west of the city, more than ten kilometers away.

Then, he froze.

I was stunned by the empty harbor, now just ruins.

In fact, he had already smelled the strong stench of blood coming from the direction of the harbor on his way here.

He had expected to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a living hell, but instead he found only a scene of devastation.

He believed his senses were not mistaken.

So, who exactly has the capability to swiftly loot an entire harbor?

Before he could figure it out, the attack came silently the next moment.

A seemingly insignificant feather, as sharp as a blade, shot out from above, aiming directly at Arakawa Jiushu's head.

"Clang!"

A strange chill ran down her spine. Sensing the approaching danger, Arakawa Jiushu instinctively spun around and retaliated.

His Hook Claws, covered in jagged barbs, swept away the incoming attack as he turned.

Before he could locate the enemy in the direction of the attack, a figure almost blending into the night suddenly appeared behind him.

No! Something is blocking the flow of air!

"Bang!"

Koukaku Arakawa Jiushu barely managed to block the attack unleashed by the katakana.

The immense force instantly sent the already small bird-like Demon Race flying.

After delivering his attack, Shisui immediately vanished into Alternate Space, his figure disappearing once more.

At the same time, the White Owl, with its exceptional flying ability, quickly adjusted its flight posture in mid-air.

The vermilion ornament he wore melted away quietly, leaving a trace of moonlight-like silver-white on the almost identical Hook Claw.

Before he could regain his footing, Shisui, who had disappeared into the space, reappeared.

He positioned himself diagonally below the White Owl's wing, the blade thrusting upwards, his target clearly Arakawa Jiushu's spine.

The next moment, the talent [Dance of Mercury] is activated!

A floating speck of silvery-white liquid metal momentarily blocked the tip of the knife.

In a split second, with a flick of its wings, the White Owl rolled to the side.

He dodged the attack and caught the elusive hunter.

In the blink of an eye, the roles of offense and defense had become diametrically opposed.

The Hook Claws, adorned with mercury, swung down, severing Shisui's outstretched arms with the first strike.

Just as he was preparing to press his advantage, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The enemy in front of him, wearing a hood and a half-face mask, making it impossible to see his face, spun and kicked to the side.

And it brought with it the sharp primary flight feathers on the outer side of its wings, sweeping across.

Before he could retaliate, his severed hands had already healed completely.

Arakawa Jiushu was shocked by his extraordinary self-healing ability and was caught off guard, being knocked away again.

You are definitely not Demon Race.

This is Chen Shu sentence, and its serious and solemn tone says it all.

The figure before me, also with wings, was definitely not a Demon Race with avian or Beastfolk genes.

It wouldn't even be a "creation" of the Demon Race's high-ranking officials 'Yako Laboratory.

He had experienced the capabilities of those experimental subjects firsthand on the front lines at the Huaihuang Continent.

The so-called "immortality" also has its limitations.

The most obvious difference is that the monster in front of them could instantly heal its limbs after expelling liquid mercury, something the experimental subject could never achieve.

What exactly are you?

Arakawa Jiushu didn't expect an answer when she asked the question.

He was simply overwhelmed with emotion, which is why he became unusually talkative after a long time.

However, when he attacked the monster in front of him again, vying for the initiative in the battle.

A young and rather pleasant voice rang out.

"No, I'm Demon Race too~"

His Shisui tone carried a hint of mockery.

It has Beastfolk features, but its appearance is more Human Race- like. Isn't it exactly the same as the Demon Race?

How can you say they're not considered Demon Race!

Demon Race: He's slandering me! I demand a genetic homology comparison! Please feed me peanuts!

"Clang!"

The Hook Claw and Steel Feathers collided again, and the violent Spatial Energy separated the attack.

This means that mercury cannot get close to Shisui's body at all.

For the first time, Arakawa Jiushu felt that even breaking through the enemy's defenses was incredibly difficult for him.

Even though his speed was much faster than Shisui's due to his superior cultivation level, it was to no avail.

Continuing to fight like this will only result in pointless deaths.

On the White Owl's massive wings, feathers bristled, some of them coated in mercury, and instantly pierced towards Shisui.

At the same time, Arakawa Jiushu flapped her wings and quickly broke away from the battlefield, flying towards the sea.

Shisui deliberately stopped, its Steel Feathers retracting to block the large number of feathers that were flying towards it.

A moment later, he shook his wings, shaking off the blackened feathers.

In his perception, two or three tiny, Radiant Feathers were clinging to the White Owl's coat, following him as it quickly moved away.