Dead end,
Sanemi struggled to open his eyelids a crack, trying to see what kind of mysterious big boss this sudden appearance was all about.
When he looked at it, he almost threw up his dinner from the night before.
"Holy crap? What kind of freak is this?!"
Sanemi mentally slammed the table, a thousand alpacas stampeding through his mind.
"Have the standards for ghost aesthetics been completely shattered these days?"
"Does having six eyes mean you won't need to wear glasses when you go out?"
"If I looked like that, I would have found a solid block of tofu and smashed my head against it to death long ago!"
Although Obanai next to her was too weak to speak, her heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were also filled with disdain.
However, putting aside its disastrous appearance, the aura emanating from this six-eyed monster is definitely not to be underestimated.
This is a pure, overwhelming pressure of death that can instantly stop a person's heart.
Kokushibo ignored the three low-health enemies on the ground.
His six eyes, gleaming with a cold golden light, were fixed on the man in front of him wearing a different colored haori.
Surprisingly, a very complex emotion appeared on that zombie's face.
There was surprise, scrutiny, and even a barely perceptible tingling.
"We... meet again."
Kokushibo spoke, his voice carrying a chilling reverberation effect.
Upon hearing this, Sanemi in the back row was so shocked that he stopped breathing for a moment.
What's going on?
How could this expressionless man know this six-eyed ugly man?
This social circle is freaking wild!
Even these creatures from the underworld have ways to contact each other?!
Giyu didn't turn around to pay attention to the inner thoughts of those dramatic girls behind him.
He expressionlessly shook his wrist, which was slightly numb from taking the brunt of the attack.
Deep blue eyes met those six extremely unsettling eyes.
Beneath his calm exterior, the flames of fighting spirit were raging upwards.
The frustrating scene of the battle at Hachijōjima replayed in Giyu's mind like a movie.
At that time, compared to Kokushibo's Moon Breathing, he was like a baby who had just learned to walk being unilaterally rubbed into the ground by a world boxing champion.
They could only defend themselves, unable to even muster a powerful counterattack.
If it weren't for the sun clocking in on time, he'd probably be queuing up on the Bridge of Helplessness to receive the soup of oblivion by now.
But.
My lord, times have changed!
Giyu snorted coldly in his heart.
"Back then you beat me up like a grandson, today if I don't smash all six of your eyes into cross-eyed, I'll write my name backwards."
In that brief exchange just now, Kokushibo also clearly sensed that something was wrong.
His six eyes narrowed instantly, a look of utter absurdity flashing across them.
He clearly sensed that the defensive move the man in front of him had just used to block his attack actually contained his own uniquely developed core technology!
"You... you despicable bastard..."
Kokushibo raised the grotesque longsword covered in disgusting marks, his tone revealing extreme anger at the serious infringement of his intellectual property rights.
"You not only... stole my Breathing Style... but even... blew it together with that soft, Water Breathing."
Kokushibo has lived for hundreds of years and has always considered himself a master swordsman.
In his view, his Moon Breathing was the most perfect work of art in the world.
Now, a human has casually taken it and used it to play a Frankenstein's monster game with other Breathing Style, and the result is actually damn well pretty good!
This is practically like shitting on his neck!
"Such talent... is truly astonishing."
Kokushibo's fingers, gripping the sword, cracked from excessive force.
"But... as a shameless imposter... you must be utterly annihilated here today."
Before he could finish speaking...
Kokushibo had no intention of giving Giyu any chance to argue; he made his move immediately!
[Moon Breathing, First Form, Dark Moon, Evening Palace!]
It was impossible to see him draw his sword.
An extremely exaggerated, deep purple Iai Slash, over ten meters long, carrying countless densely packed crescent-shaped blades, was like a violent thunderbolt tearing through the night sky, heading straight for Giyu's throat.
The speed at which he drew his sword, and the absurd range of his attack, were even three times faster than back on Hachijōjima!
It's a full-screen attack that completely disregards all martial ethics!
Sanemi and Obanai the back row were completely dumbfounded.
However, Giyu Tomioka, standing right in the eye of the storm, didn't even blink.
The current Giyu is no longer the pushover he was on Hachijōjima, a group that could only take beatings and be bullied.
The [Transparent World]'s super radar immediately activated at maximum power.
In Giyu's view, Kokushibo's seemingly unbelievably fast sword-drawing action was like a slow-motion replay at 0.1x speed.
Giyu could see clearly every muscle contraction, the flow of blood in his blood vessels, and even the dilation of the capillaries in his six eyeballs.
"The attack animation is too long! The muscle activation is also too concentrated!"
Giyu silently gave it a highly professional negative review in his mind.
"Whether the combination of Water Breathing and Moon Breathing is a fake or not is not for you, an old relic, to decide."
Giyu's tone was icy. He didn't choose to back down or dodge. Instead, he charged headlong into the deadly purple Iai Slash!
In Kokushibo's eyes, this action was simply courting death.
But the next second...
[Water Breathing - Eleventh Form - Nagi!]
Stack!
[Moon Breathing, Third Form, Loathsome Moon, Chains!]
Two completely different Breathing Style were seamlessly merged on Giyu's blade.
Giyu's figure instantly turned into a still, stagnant pool.
That incredibly violent purple Iai Slash, along with those countless tiny crescent moons, crashed into this stagnant water domain the instant...
Before it could even bubble up, it was forcibly enveloped, swallowed up, and completely disintegrated!
Just as Kokushibo's six eyes widened to their limit in extreme shock.
The stagnant water suddenly burst open!
Dozens of continuous slashes, a frenzied interplay of light blue and purplish-red,
With an even more domineering and unreasonable attitude than Kokushibo's previous move, it transformed into a dazzling storm of blades, frantically counterattacking Kokushibo!
"Clang clang--!"
The two blades clashed violently in mid-air at a terrifying frequency that was completely imperceptible to the naked eye.
Each collision unleashes a powerful shockwave that is visible to the naked eye.
The impact of this level of force directly hurled mud, water, and rocks from the surrounding ground into the air, pulverizing them into fine powder.
Kokushibo's expression right now was absolutely priceless.
His six eyes darted around frantically, trying to catch the trajectory of Giyu's sword swing.
Every time he tried to exert force to suppress it, the seemingly gentle yet extremely resilient water flow would forcefully deflect his strength.
And whenever he tried to defend, the sharp purple light belonging to the Moon Breathing would tear through his defense at an extremely tricky angle.
The force of his sword swings increased continuously, and the veins on his arms were about to burst, but he still couldn't break through Giyu's seemingly casually drawn, yet in reality, impenetrable defense.
"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
A level twelve tsunami surged in Kokushibo's heart.
How could a human not only perfectly replicate his swordsmanship in such a short time, but also optimize it to a level that even the creator couldn't understand?!
Looking from afar.
Two distinct moons seemed to rise halfway up the mountain, locked in a fierce struggle.
One was a pure, deep purple, carrying an aura of decay and destruction;
The other round is a perfect interweaving of aquamarine and crimson, exuding a sense of endless vitality and unparalleled dominance.
Two terrifying forces, capable of completely crushing other pillars and the Upper Rank, clashed violently in the confined space, causing the sky and earth to change color and a fierce wind to rise.
The trio in the mud pit were completely numb by now.
"Hey, bandaged weirdo."
Sanemi swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and foam, his voice trembling.
"You pinched my thigh, and I suspect I was just chewed up by that wooden dragon and am now going through a revolving lantern."
Obanai remained sprawled on the floor, rolling her eyes in utter exasperation.
"I can't even lift a finger right now, how am I supposed to pinch you? Even if I wanted to pinch you, why don't you just pinch yourself?!"
Obanai was panting heavily, her heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, fixed on the back of the figure in front of her who was switching back and forth between the two Breathing Style with ease.
"Just how far has this guy secretly evolved behind my back?"
Obanai was the Scream wildly in her heart.
The pace of the battle is accelerating.
Giyu Tomioka's expressionless face remained completely devoid of any extra emotion.
However, under his absolute suppression, Kokushibo's steps began to show extremely slight disarray.
In less than half a minute, the positions of offense and defense underwent a complete reversal that made Kokushibo feel extremely humiliated and absurd!