The enormous phantom of the white snake coiled on the blade, its cold, merciless vertical pupils emitting a chilling, eerie light in the night.
This completely unreasonable sense of oppression caused the four Upper Rank clones, who had been so arrogant just moments before, to momentarily freeze in shock.
But a demon is still a demon, and its inherent ferocity will never be completely deterred by a fancy Breathing Style effect.
"Whatever kind of serpent illusion you conjure! It's all utter trash before my voice!!"
Urogi, who was in mid-air, was the first to react, his face contorted in extreme pain.
With its sharp beak fully open, a super-high frequency sound wave powerful enough to shatter a person's brains was about to burst forth.
Just at this critical moment, Obanai was about to be hit head-on by the sound waves.
The grumpy white-haired guy who had been lying in the mud and water, mistaken for a corpse by everyone, suddenly unleashed his fury.
"Shut up! You bald, hairless bastard! Do you really think I'm dead already?!"
Sanemi gritted his teeth, his bloodshot eyes wide open.
He used every last bit of strength squeezed from his broken body.
He grabbed a rock that was about half the size of a watermelon and swung it hard into the air!
"Whoosh-smack!"
The muddy, broken rock traced an extremely beautiful parabola in the air.
It was shoved perfectly, fitting snugly, directly into the beak of Urogi's eldest son, who was about to scream.
Urogi was so stuffed that it even blocked half of the bird's beak.
The Urogi possessed were abruptly blocked in his throat by this stone.
Because he had inhaled too forcefully, he held his breath, causing his entire face to turn a purplish-red color, and his eyes to bulge outwards.
He flapped his wings frantically in mid-air, his claws scratching wildly at his neck. Forget about using any skills; even breathing had become an extreme luxury.
"Now! Let's fucking kill him!!"
After throwing the stone, Sanemi completely collapsed into a puddle of mud, but he still let out an extremely excited roar.
Taking advantage of the perfect opening when the sound waves above were physically interrupted, Obanai Iguro a move.
His sudden initiation completely disregarded all common sense about how humans normally exert force through their joints.
His ankle twisted at a bizarre angle, almost touching the ground, and he flew out at an incredibly terrifying speed, like a boneless mollusk, skimming along the uneven ground.
What crashed head-on was a gust of wind, Karaku waving his tattered fan.
But Obanai had no intention of trying to tough it out.
During his high-speed sprint, his body suddenly and abruptly contorted into an exaggerated Z-shaped trajectory.
His movement was incredibly slippery; he was like a venomous snake moving freely through dense grass, easily slipping through the gaps torn by the gale.
Karaku was still standing there, fanning himself with a silly grin, completely convinced that his wind could blow the little swordsman into countless flying pieces of flesh and blood.
In the blink of an eye, the person in front of him was gone.
"Huh? Where did they go? How did they fly so fast?" Karaku scratched his head, looking completely clueless and stupid.
The next second, he felt a strange chill on his neck.
The lifelike white snake phantom had silently coiled around his shoulder without him even noticing.
Cold, emotionless vertical pupils were staring intently at his profile.
"What's this?"
Karaku hadn't finished speaking.
The wavy Nichirin Blade followed the muscle lines of his neck, slicing through it as smoothly as cutting through a piece of soft tofu, without even a sound of bone rattling.
"Pfft."
Karaku's head, still sporting a silly smile, slid down his tilted shoulder.
Even as he fell into the muddy water, he was still subconsciously muttering to himself:
"This knife... it's pretty sharp..."
The moment Karaku's head hit the ground, Ai Jue, who had been hiding in the shadows looking for an opportunity, Aizetsu.
He seized the moment when Obanai had just swung her sword, the old force gone and the new force yet to arise, and with the cross-patterned spear in his hand, he shot straight for Obanai's heart like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair.
"I will end your sorrow completely!"
Aizetsu thrust his spear forward, he didn't forget to maintain his lifeless, melancholic persona.
But Obanai didn't even glance at him; her heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were filled with unyielding mockery.
Faced with this fatal shot, Obanai did not dodge to the side; instead, she charged forward to meet the cold tip of the gun.
Just as the spear tip was about to pierce the striped haori on his chest, Obanai's wrist, gripping the sword, twisted with lightning speed.
"Clang!"
The wavy blade was wedged firmly into the metal shaft of the spear at an extremely precise angle.
"What? This is impossible!!"
Aizetsu's bitter face finally revealed a look of shock.
Immediately afterwards.
Using the immense momentum from her sprint, Obanai pressed the blade firmly against the gun barrel, sliding wildly upwards amidst sparks and lightning.
This is practically the ultimate real-life version of punching someone through the internet cable!
In a fraction of a second, the sharp blade severed the two fingers that Aizetsu was holding the gun.
"Ugh--!"
Aizetsu out a scream that went off in a distorted tone; the excruciating pain in his fingers made him instinctively release the spear in his hand.
The moment the spear left her hand, Obanai executed an extremely elegant turn to use the momentum.
The wavy blade drew a perfect white arc in mid-air, severing Aizetsu's neck with pinpoint accuracy.
As Aizetsu head flew into the air, tears still streamed down her face.
"Waaaaah... My finger got cut off... It hurts so much, I'm so sad... Now my neck is broken too... It's even sadder..."
In the blink of an eye, he slashed down two clones.
This combo is so fluid and fast that it leaves no time for anyone to react.
His Sekido, which had been building up for so long, finally reached its breaking point; the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to explode.
"You bastard! You son of a bitch! You slippery, mud-eel-like bug! Just die already!!"
Sekido, he raised his staff high, ignoring aiming and prediction, and unleashed all the lightning power within him in one go.
The raging blue-white lightning transformed into an enormous electric net, crashing down like a torrential downpour, sealing off all the ground space around Obanai, leaving no place to even step.
Since there is no road to walk on.
Then let's go to heaven!!
Obanai pushed off with her feet, landing on a steep, protruding rock face beside her. Her leg muscles exploded instantly, propelling her into the air.
His body twisted 360 degrees in mid-air with incredible flexibility, passing through the gap between the two thickest bolts of lightning in an almost impossible contortion.
Even when the edge of his clothes was grazed by lightning and black smoke billowed out, he didn't even flinch.
And at this time...
Urogi, who was nearly choked to death by Sanemi with a large rock, was gagging and losing his balance as he fell from the sky.
Sekido below unleashed a torrent of lightning, while Urogi plummeted from above into freefall.
At this moment, the heads of the two culprits were coincidentally within the attack range of the same vertical plane.
Inside the Obanai suspended in mid-air, a dazzlingly sharp light burst forth from those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue.
Right now!!
"Total Concentration ~"
"Serpent Breathing - Fifth Form - Slithering Serpent!!"
Xiaoba twisted her waist to the limit that human bones can withstand in mid-air.
The wavy blade swung out suddenly, and the white snake phantom on the blade instantly swelled, transforming into a deadly white streak that stretched across the night sky.
This beam of light resembled an infinitely stretched, gaping white python, tracing an extremely twisted and incomparably magnificent curve in the air.
"Whoosh--"
The blade sliced through Urogi's neck with lightning speed as he fell, still trying to spit out the stone from his mouth.
Immediately afterwards.
The white, deadly arc, undiminished in momentum, slammed down with overwhelming force towards the pent-up Sekido below.
Sekido, he was about to raise his staff to block.
But the blade seemed to have a life of its own, bypassing the direct obstruction of the staff, curving around a bend, and precisely kissing the back of his neck.
"Snap--!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the dead end.
Four demon heads, each with a different appearance, crashed into the muddy mess almost simultaneously.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump."
Four strong bodies, now devoid of mind control, swayed and staggered a couple of steps before collapsing with a crash, sending up a cloud of muddy water.
Everything happened so fast.
It was so fast that even the wind in the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Obanai landed steadily on the ground from mid-air.
His knees buckled beyond his control, and he ended up kneeling awkwardly on the muddy, gravelly ground.
He was breathing heavily.
He could barely hold onto the Nichirin Blade in his hand; blood dripped from the hilt of the blade, from the wound that had been ripped open by the impact.
This combo, pushing the limits, was incredibly flashy, but it almost drained the last bit of life force from his body.
He doesn't even have the strength to lift a finger now.
Sanemi, lying in the mud pit behind, finally felt relieved to see that all four monsters had been beheaded.
He looked up at the moon, which was half-hidden by dark clouds, and exhaled a long breath of foul air that smelled of blood.
Although his whole body ached terribly, and he felt like his bones were about to fall apart, Sanemi couldn't help but force a very ugly, yet genuinely hearty, smile.
"Not bad... you bandaged, hermaphroditic brat."
Sanemi gave a weak compliment.
For Sanemi Shinazugawa, who is known for his foul mouth and dislike of everyone, this is an extremely rare and high level of praise.
Obanai knelt in front, her back to Sanemi.
He didn't turn around.
Although his chest was still heaving violently and the wounds on his ribs were still throbbing, he didn't let up on his verbal skills at all.
He snorted coldly, his tone still arrogant and condescending, making you want to punch him.
"Don't think that by giving me a few insincere compliments now, you can erase the life you owe me."
"Once I've recovered, remember to prepare your knees, and make sure your kowtow is loud."
Hearing this irritating reply, Sanemi not only didn't get angry, but instead lay in the mud and chuckled softly.
The feeling of escaping death isn't bad.
However.
Neither of them noticed.
Just as they were preparing to relax their tense nerves and catch their breath.
Not far away was a head, born of Sekido, which should have gradually turned to ashes.
Suddenly, he opened a pair of crimson eyes filled with extreme resentment and madness.
[Third update, nearly 10,000 words]
[I don't owe you anything anymore, haha ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ]