Official Corps Members: Giyu Tomioka and Sabito
Faced with the Hand Demon that suddenly rushed towards them, Tomioka Giyu did not back down at all, but instead charged forward with his sword.
"Fourth Form * Crashing Wave"
In an instant, it was as if a tide had appeared in the forest.
Layer upon layer, multiple attacks surged towards the Hand Demon.
Despite Tomioka Giyu's attack, Hand Demon showed no sign of backing down.
His gaze turned cold, and then two enormous hands flew out from his body.
When his palm came into contact with the Crashing Wave, it was not as indestructible as Tomioka Giyu had imagined; instead, it was shredded extremely easily.
However, there is a third hand behind these two hands.
Using his first two hands, the Hand Demon successfully blocked Tomioka Giyu's view, using his third hand as a trump card.
"Not good!"
Realizing the Hand Demon's plot, his heart sank, and he jumped backward.
But since the moment they met, the Hand Demon had been plotting this scheme, how could it be so easily evaded by Tomioka Giyu?
As the hand drew ever closer, Tomioka Giyu gritted his teeth.
"Let's give it our all!"
Holding the knife in both hands, he twisted his body in mid-air.
"Sixth Form * Spinning Vortex"
At this moment, Tomioka Giyu had nowhere to stand and was attacked by the Hand Demon.
As the Sixth Form, the Spinning Vortex is undoubtedly the best choice.
In an instant, a huge vortex appeared in the forest.
The violent twisting created sharp and enormous blades in the vortex.
The blade made contact with the third hand, and a powerful force erupted instantly, turning it into a pile of mangled flesh.
Roar!
Feeling the pain, the Hand Demon instinctively roared.
Ghosts have a strong ability to recover, but that doesn't mean they don't feel pain.
Moreover, restoring one's physical body requires consuming one's own energy.
If there are too many injuries and the loss of limbs is too severe, the Hand Demon will also give up on physical recovery.
Just as Tomioka Giyu severed the third hand of the Hand Demon, Sabito behind him also moved.
He took a step forward and thrust out his Nichirin Blade.
"Water Breathing * Seventh Form * Droplet Ripple Thrust"
A swift, accurate, and ruthless thrust was unleashed, aiming without hesitation at the Hand Demon's eyes.
Tomioka Giyu was in mid-air, also adjusted his body angle and used a different sword technique.
"Water Breathing * Eighth Form * Water Basin"
From top to bottom, the Nichirin Blade unleashed a powerful slash.
During the swinging motion, a huge Water Hashira appeared in the air.
Damn it!
Faced with the two attacking at once, Hand Demon had no choice but to defend himself.
The arms on its body stretched out, the palms grew large, and it formed the shape of a shield in front of it.
Pfft pfft pfft.
With just a few sounds of flesh being torn apart, the Hand Demon forcefully blocked the attacks of the two.
"Don't let the battle stop! Keep pushing and kill him in one fell swoop!"
The Sabito roared and charged towards them.
Nodding, Tomioka Giyu also rushed towards the Hand Demon.
Seeing the two swordsmen charging towards him, Hand Demon's face showed a look of terror.
"No, don't kill me!"
As he spoke, he twisted his body and ran backward.
Seeing this, the two pursuers became even more excited.
Just as they passed the spot where the Hand Demon had been standing, the previously timid Hand Demon suddenly stopped.
His terrified expression transformed into a wild, arrogant smile.
"Hehehe, you've been tricked."
As soon as they finished speaking, Tomioka Giyu and Sabito felt something was wrong with the ground beneath their feet.
Recalling the Hand Demon's earlier attack, the two's expressions immediately changed.
"Not good!"
Just as the two had suspected, the Hand Demon had set a trap for them.
Two large bulges suddenly appeared on the flat ground, and then exploded with a loud bang.
Two enormous hands emerged from it and grabbed Tomioka Giyu and Sabito in their palms.
With each forceful pull of their hands, an indescribable pain shot through their bodies.
In pain, the two could only barely hold onto the Nichirin Blade, but they had already lost the ability to resist.
"Gotcha! These little devils are so easy to fool."
Seeing that his trap had succeeded, the Hand Demon grinned and slowly walked over.
"So, which of you should we start eating from?"
His gaze shifted between the two of them, and a trace of drool began to appear at the corner of Hand Demon's mouth.
Tomioka Giyu and Sabito exchanged a glance but remained silent.
The two of them, as if by telepathy, began to observe everything around them, and whenever an opportunity arose, they would try to find a way to escape.
However, it was as if they had realized the two's intentions.
The Hand Demon snapped his fingers, and the hands binding them tightened their grip once more.
The immense pressure caused both Tomioka Giyu and Sabito to lose their grip on their Nichirin Blade.
With two loud clatters, the Nichirin Blade fell to the ground.
"Hehe, now I can rest assured."
Only after lifting the Nichirin Blade to a distance with both feet did the Hand Demon feel relieved.
"Whoosh~"
Suddenly, a pebble flew from a distance and hit the Hand Demon on the head.
The pebble wasn't very powerful, but he still instinctively looked back.
What the Hand Demon saw was the Scribe.
"Their experience is still somewhat lacking."
Scribe waved his hand, a hint of helplessness on his face.
Perhaps because the Hand Demon had been too ruthless, Tomioka Giyu and Sabito had already fainted and were unaware of the Scribe's arrival.
Who are you?
The Hand Demon became somewhat wary of the man who had suddenly appeared.
Judging from the other person's age, they don't seem to be a candidate for the Final Selection.
But why do I feel a familiar scent coming from him?
"Who am I? Have you already forgotten?"
Scratching his head, the Scribe slowly walked towards the Hand Demon.
"Didn't we meet once more than forty years ago?"
The Hand Demon was slightly taken aback after hearing the Scribe's words.
Memories from the depths of his mind slowly resonated, and he remembered the story from that time.
When he was first turned into a demon and then ate his own brother, he encountered Urokodaki Sakonji, the current Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.
And Urokodaki Sakonji was the man in front of them.
He would never forget the look in the other man's eyes when he tried to attack the Scribe.
Just a slight glance from him filled me with boundless fear.
If Urokodaki Sakonji hadn't indicated that he was still useful, he probably would have been killed by the Scribe long ago.
"You are... that guy from back then!"
His voice trembled violently, and a look of madness appeared on the face of the Hand Demon.
"How is that possible? More than forty years have passed, why haven't you changed at all?"
After saying that, he charged towards the Scribe with an expression that showed no fear of death.
Chapter 143 Official Team Members: Tomioka Giyu and Sabito
Seeing the Hand Demon rushing towards him, the Scribe couldn't help but shake his head.
I have to give him credit for knowing the gap between us, but still rushing towards me anyway.
However, mindless courage cannot change the gap in strength between the two sides.
The Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and exerted a slight force in his arm.
In an instant, the Nichirin Blade transformed into Red Nichirin Blade.
Then, he gently swung the knife forward.
A seemingly casual strike was followed by a pale red light.
The light flew towards the Hand Demon at a relatively slow speed, eventually making contact with him.
There was no loud explosion, nor any piercing scream.
The light touched the Hand Demon, then flashed by and disappeared.
Feeling a heat within his body, the Hand Demon paused for a moment.
However, after a simple examination, he found that his body did not have any large-scale damage.
"So you were just putting on an act!"
His lips twitched; he felt that the Scribe was threatening him.
In the eyes of the Hand Demon, although the Scribe did not know how he maintained his youth, his body had already aged to the extreme.
"Humans are just weaklings, and they even experience physical aging!"
With a laugh, the Hand Demon charged towards the Scribe even faster.
When the Hand Demon charged at him again, the Scribe did nothing more.
He asked the Nichirin Blade to be sheathed, and then looked directly at him.
"Die!"
Controlling a giant arm, the Hand Demon punched the Scribe in the face.
Turn me into a pile of minced meat!
His arrogant smile was filled with the crazed expression of Hand Demon.