"Ugh--!"
The sex-mutation virus that the Yaoshi injected into her body completely collapsed under the influence of the energy fluctuations from the Yaoshi's own Demon Transformation Medicine going berserk.
The Sabito suddenly opened its eyes, its pained expression instantly replaced by unbelievable ecstasy.
Strength!!
That explosive and wildly violent energy is surging back through my limbs and bones!
The bones are rapidly lengthening and reorganizing, and the muscles are expanding and reshaping at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally taut female Demon Slayer Corps uniforms now groaned pitifully in the face of the bulging male muscles.
Sizzle!
The fabric ripped completely, turning into countless shredded pieces that flew everywhere.
The Sabito twisted its body in mid-air, its broad and sturdy shoulders unleashing a terrifying pulling force.
His bulging right leg, like a steel whip shot from its barrel, lashed out with a sonic boom that tore through the air, striking the thick tentacles that were wrapped around him.
Bang!
The tentacles, powerful enough to sever steel, were kicked off in reverse by this sheer brute force, spurting out large amounts of foul-smelling black blood.
Using the momentum, the Sabito performed a nimble backflip in the air and landed steadily on the muddy ground covered in debris.
His figure was as upright as a pine tree, and his broad back and well-defined eight-pack abs exuded a strong aura of hormones under the moonlight.
His long pink hair was casually draped over his strong chest, and paired with his angular, handsome, and aloof face, he looked like a perfect statue of a war god.
The only downside is that the pants barely hang around the waist, and the upper body is practically back to its most primitive, natural state.
Shinobu Kocho was leaning against the tree trunk and was initially extremely nervous, now had her purple eyes wide open.
His lips twitched violently as he forced a stiff smile.
"Ah, ah, although it's a joyous and celebratory thing that I've transformed back into a man."
She pursed her lips in disgust.
"But is it a kind of peculiar exhibitionist fetish to accidentally rip off one's clothes during a fight?"
Kanae blushed and quickly turned her head away, covering her eyes with her fair fingers, but honestly leaving a small gap.
"Mr. Sabito, the mountain wind is quite strong, be careful not to catch a cold."
Sabito looked down at his bare upper body, his cold, stern face instantly turning bright red, even his ears burning.
"Shut up! This is unavoidable fabric loss!"
Sabito roared in anger and then gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands.
Feeling the long-lost masculine power within him, he almost wanted to roar to the heavens.
Only after losing it do you realize how precious this strength is!
The period when he was a woman was the darkest and most frustrating time of his life.
Insufficient strength, lack of explosive power, and physical limits are firmly locked.
Every swing of the knife must be carefully calculated, relying on a flexible waist and unpredictable footwork to forcibly compensate for the huge deficiency in lethality.
That feeling of helplessness—being unable to break an enemy's bones with a single strike—can drive a person mad.
But.
Sabito closed his eyes, his mind flashing wildly through the various effeminate sword techniques he had been forced to use these past few days.
Water's ultimate softness, its ability to penetrate everywhere, and its skillful technique of yielding to obstacles.
In the past, he only knew how to pursue masculinity and strength, and the ultimate destructive power of cutting in two.
It wasn't until that damned virus turned him into a woman that he was forced to slow down and experience the ultimate femininity in the Water Breathing that he had always ignored.
Yang and Yin.
Strength and gentleness.
Fury and tranquility.
What if that unparalleled, feminine technique of deflecting force were perfectly combined with this explosively powerful male physique?
"You charlatan! You're still useless trash even in a different body!"
The enormous, stitched-together body crushed through them.
A dozen tentacles, interspersed with countless poisonous needles, formed a deathly net that blotted out the sky, descending upon the Sabito.
This attack was not only extremely fast, but also a complete and thorough annihilation attack with no blind spots.
The Sabito neither dodged nor retreated.
My lungs suddenly expanded rapidly, and I inhaled a huge amount of cold air.
A sword aura that caused the surrounding air to distort and ripple exploded from his muscular body.
The moment I opened my eyes, two completely different bodies of water were reflected in my silver pupils.
A scene of raging waves, churning and overturning.
One area is a deep, stagnant pool, an ancient well without a ripple.
He twisted his wrist, the blade pointing diagonally at the muddy ground.
The Nichirin Blade emitted a high-pitched hum that pierced the sky.
Two completely different streams of water light suddenly erupted from the originally clear, light blue blade!
A vast expanse of deep blue, surging and violent, carrying an aura of destructive force.
A stretch of sky, blue as water, serene and resilient.
Two completely opposite sword energies, like two intertwined twin stars, fused perfectly and irrationally onto the same blade.
This completely breaks the traditional one-way force rule of Water Breathing.
Eleventh Form!!
This is the ultimate secret that the Sabito forged through humiliation, sweat, and the painful cost of gender reassignment.
"Water Breathing - Eleventh Form-- "
The Sabito murmured softly, and the soil beneath its feet suddenly collapsed.
"--Mirror Tide Twins!"
He transformed into a blue afterimage hurtling at lightning speed, crashing head-on into the massive tentacles raining down from the sky.
The speed was so fast that it even left a double image on the retina.
In the distance, only a blue lightning bolt could be seen frantically darting through the dense purple poisonous fog.
Each brief pause leaves behind an illusory water mirror in the air, formed by interwoven blue and white water currents.
The distance is rapidly closing.
Six thick tentacles slammed down from the front with terrifying force capable of shattering mountain rocks.
The Sabito, instead of retreating, advances, and the blade rises against the tide.
The raging, azure waves instantly transformed into a colossal axe, wielding an unyielding and oppressive force that severed all six tentacles in a single strike.
The severed area was even crushed into a bloody pulp by the terrifying pressure of the sword.
From the side and rear, four tiny tentacles covered in venomous thorns silently pierced the back of the Sabito.
Without even glancing at it, the Sabito flicked its wrist deftly, drawing a strange semicircle around its waist.
The tranquil, silvery-white water instantly transformed into a slippery water snake, flowing backwards along the remnants of the raging blue waves.
It casually severed the articular cartilage of four tentacles.
Not a single ounce of extra effort was wasted.
The extreme ferocity and the extreme gentleness were seamlessly switched in a mere second.
The Yaoshi's contorted face finally revealed a look of utter despair, as if he had seen a ghost.
What kind of evil sword technique is this?!
How could a single slash possess both the devastating force to crush boulders and the agility to slice through water?
Have the laws of physics completely failed with this pink-haired exhibitionist?!
"I don't believe it! I am the ultimate, perfect life form!"
The Yaoshi descended into extreme hysteria.
The skin surface instantly proliferated wildly, forming a hard, bluish-black keratinous armor layer half a meter thick.
This is an absolute defense that even a heavy battering ram cannot penetrate.
The Yaoshi's massive body, like an out-of-control heavy armored vehicle, savagely crushed towards Sabito.
Faced with this frenzied impact, comparable to a meteorite strike, Sabito gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and suddenly pulled his legs into a lunge stance.
Two streams of water, one azure and the other silvery, were compressed and condensed at the tip of the blade, eventually transforming into a terrifying, rapidly spinning water drill.
Boom!
The blade clashed violently with the keratinous armor.
A visible, violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, uprooting any surviving trees within a radius of several meters.
The azure, raging sword energy, carrying a destructive and fierce power, slammed heavily onto the armor surface.
The keratinous armor emitted a piercing scream, instantly cracking open with countless dense spiderweb-like fissures, which firmly blocked the blade's trajectory.
Just as the armor was about to forcibly deflect this fierce force...
The silvery-white, supple water flowed along the tip of the knife, like mercury that could penetrate any crevice, smoothly seeping into those tiny cracks.
Brute force breaks through defenses, gentle penetration penetrates.
A two-pronged approach!
"Smash it!"
The Sabito gritted its teeth and twisted the handle of its knife sharply.
The silvery-white water that had seeped into the armor instantly exploded, tearing this seemingly invincible ultimate defense into countless flying fragments from the inside out.
The Yaoshi's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his heart pounded wildly.
The moment his armor shattered, the Nichirin Blade, shimmering with interwoven water ripples, sliced across his neck without any resistance.
That's too fast.
It happened so fast that he didn't even have time to mobilize a single cell for reorganization and defense.
Pfft!
A head wearing tattered gold-rimmed glasses shot into the sky, tracing a tragic parabola in mid-air.
Thick, black ghost blood gushed from the severed neck, but it began to turn to ash in large quantities the moment it came into contact with the air.
The overwhelming power of the Demon Transformation Medicine was unleashed at this moment.
Without the restorative power of the Demon King's blood, the Yaoshi's cells suffered an irreversible and complete collapse.
The massive, mutated body crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless points of light that danced in the sky.
The head that had rolled into the mud was filled with incomprehensible despair and deep sorrow.
Vision gradually blurred and dissipated.
The Yaoshi looked at his nose tip, which was disappearing in the wind, and managed a weak, bitter smile.
"The days of freedom from paying taxes are so short-lived!!"
A cold mountain wind blew by.
The Upper Rank Seven vanished completely into the thick darkness of Mount Sagiri.
Sabito maintained his dashing sword-wielding stance, his muscular chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
He only sheathed his sword when the last wisp of ashes was completely scattered by the mountain wind.
He turned around gracefully and looked at Kanae and Shinobu not far away.
The cool moonlight shone on his well-defined muscles, which, combined with his sweat-drenched, aloof face, made him incredibly handsome.
"That's it for today, the mere Upper Rank is nothing special!"
Sabito tossed her pink high ponytail behind her head, just about to strike an invincible and cool pose.
A gust of cold wind, mixed with ice shards, suddenly rushed into my arms.
He sneezed violently, then quickly hugged his chest and squatted down on the ground, shivering from the cold.
"Does anyone have a spare coat? I'm freezing!"
Ren rolled his eyes and clapped his hands perfunctorily twice.
"What a magnificent and breathtaking battle, Mr. Sabito!"
But next time you try to look cool, please make sure to cover yourself up first, so as not to give everyone styes.
Kanae smiled faintly, the deep worry in her eyes finally disappearing completely.
This pink-haired swordsman, who had endured countless hardships, finally rediscovered his own invincible swordsmanship in the most transformative way possible.