Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash

With no change in his gaze, Scribe simply stomped his foot as he watched the handball flying towards him.

As he moved to the left, the flying handball smashed into the pavilion, shattering the stone bench into pieces.

"Tch, I hate opponents who are this agile the most."

Seeing that Scribe easily dodged his attack, Sake also realized the difference in speed between the two.

If a single attack is difficult to hit, then we have to rely on quantity.

Thinking this, Sake's body underwent a change.

His body trembled slightly, the veins on his face bulged, and two bulges appeared on his ribs on both sides of his body.

Then, with a loud shout, four arms were pulled out of her body.

Blood Demon Art *Six-Handed Ball!

Seeing Sake pull four more arms out of his body, Scribe raised an eyebrow.

He seemed to have seen something similar elsewhere.

He tapped his head with his fingers, and after a while, he suddenly woke up.

"Holy crap, the Xiwa Temple bracelet!"

Sake looked at Scribe, who was laughing. Although she didn't know why he was laughing, a surge of anger still burned in her chest.

"Take this!"

Handballs appeared on all six arms, and then they were thrown out with great force, flying towards the Scribe.

In an instant, six "cannonballs" tore through the air and hurtled out with a piercing roar.

"One head, one chest and abdomen, and the remaining four are limbs?"

With a quick glance, the Scribe determined the direction of the handball attack.

Without any change in his expression, he then made his own reaction.

With both arms outstretched and his waist slightly bent, Scribe adopted a goalkeeper-like stance.

"Huh? You want to use that kind of move to defend?"

Seeing the Scribe's posture, Sake's eyes revealed a disdainful expression.

But the next second, she froze.

The Scribe's arm stretched forward at a speed she couldn't even see, and the moment it touched the handball, the handball, which was flying at high speed, seemed to deflate and instantly stopped spinning.

With only six thuds, Sake's six handballs were intercepted by the Scribe.

"That's impossible!"

Sake's face was filled with surprise as his most powerful attack was once again blocked by Scribe.

"Surprised? The reason for getting up is simple."

With a laugh, the Scribe tossed six balls into the air and said casually,

"Because you don't use your hands to play ball, you use your feet."

Chapter 250 Thunder Breathing * First Form * Thunderclap and Flash

As soon as he finished speaking, Sake saw Scribe move.

With a slight push of his feet, he leaped into the air.

Then, by exerting force in the waist, the leg muscles are activated.

"Bang!"

He kicked the ball, and the ball, which was originally rising, suddenly flew back at more than three times the speed it had come from.

Because of its high speed, the ball rubbed against the air during flight, covering its surface with a layer of flame.

"What?!"

Seeing the fireball flying towards him, Sake's eyes widened, and his body reacted instinctively.

All six arms exerted force together, then squeezed forcefully in front of the body.

At the same time, the ball arrived.

Six hands caught the incoming ball, creating a huge friction between the palms and the ball's surface.

Because of the speed of the rotation, Sake could even see the flames generated by friction in his palm.

Not only that, the power above was so great that she felt as if she were facing some kind of prehistoric beast.

"Hold your ground steady."

Looking at the bulging veins on Sake's face, Scribe said calmly.

"This is only the first shot; there are five more to come."

Startled, Sake suddenly remembered that she had thrown out six balls!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Five more explosions followed, and then five balls, like flames, flew one after another towards Sake.

Looking at the remaining five balls, a hint of fear flashed in Sake's eyes.

However, even if she had that thought, her body wouldn't react.

Blocking one ball already required her to use all six arms at once; if she blocked five more balls, wouldn't that turn her into a hundred-armed Arhat?

One second later, the ball arrived.

The ball wreathed in flames easily shattered half of her head, then passed through her body, disappearing into the night as a shooting star.

As Sake was hit by the ball, he subconsciously took a step back.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

Whenever she was hit by a ball, her body would take a heavy step back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

His only remaining eye was filled with disbelief; Sake hadn't expected that a human could be stronger than him.

And it was on his proudest skill: playing ball!

"Thump"

His body crashed to the ground, and a large amount of blood spurted from the wounds, scattering across the ground.

After glancing at the "severely injured" Sake, Scribe then looked away.

Even a ghost, after suffering such a severe attack, needs a considerable amount of time to recover.

She's still useful; we can't just let her die like this.

After defeating Sake, he watched Tanjiro and the others fight against Yura.

It has to be said that Yura has a natural advantage in procrastination.

The eye in the palm blinked, and Tanjiro and Nezuko were attacked from the shadows, their bodies flying backward.

If it weren't for the fact that there were two of them, they probably would have been completely bewildered by Yura's Blood Demon Art long ago.

"Oh, so that's how it is."

After standing by the battlefield for a while, the Scribe understood the principle behind Yura's Blood Demon Art.

Although it is invisible to the naked eye, the air undergoes subtle changes whenever the "Crimson Scythe Arrow" is fired.

This change is easy for Scribe to grasp, but it is actually quite difficult for beginners like Tanjiro and Nezuko who are new to the Breathing Technique.

Moreover, this is happening during a battle.

Whether it's physical movement or the swinging of weapons, it will cause changes in the surrounding air, making it even more difficult to discern.

"Tanjiro, Nezuko, watch out for the air currents around you."

With a shout, the Scribe threw a pebble and said.

"Calm down, and I believe you can feel what I'm saying."

"Feelings?" (Reading by La)

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, a hint of mockery appeared on Yura's usually calm face.

"Do you think my Blood Demon Art is so easily broken?!"

"Who knows?"

With a slight smile, Scribe casually pointed to the pebble he had thrown out.

The pebble flew out as if it were flying out of nowhere.

But the next second, it was knocked away with a bang, as if it had hit something.

Raising an eyebrow, Yura, as the controller, naturally knew very well that the seemingly unremarkable stone had struck the Crimson Scythe Arrow she was controlling.

"How is this possible!"

He was terrified, and a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead from nervousness.

"Can humans really see my attacks?"

Unable to believe what had just happened, Yura only knew that she had to speed things up.

Die, humans!

With a loud roar, he amplified his aura, and the number of Crimson Scythe Arrow increased by half.

Under his control, the newly formed Crimson Scythe Arrow moved like a nimble python, skimming the ground as it charged toward the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, watch out!"

With the Scribe's reminder, Tanjiro, though unable to perceive the specific details of the opponent's Blood Demon Art, at least noticed the changes in the air.

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply jumped a few times on the ground to dodge the Blood Demon Art's attacks.

But as he jumped into the air, he suddenly felt a tightness under his feet.

"Got you?"

With a grin, Yura's face lit up with an excited smile.

The first Crimson Scythe Arrow coiled around the Scribe's back, followed by a surge of more arrows that covered his body.

The ghost eye in his palm lit up, and the Crimson Scythe Arrow under his control flew off in different directions.

Because he was pressed so tightly against the Scribe, his body even seemed to be splitting apart.

"Turn into a pile of minced meat!"

Using all her might to unleash the Blood Demon Art, Yura seemed to see the image of the Scribe being torn to pieces in her mind.

If I kill this Demon Slayer, I'll gain that person's approval.

If he's in a good mood, might he bestow a little more blood upon me?

In that case, I can truly become one of the Twelve Kizuki!

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't hide the excitement on Yura's face.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the Scribe's body showed no signs of being torn apart.

"What's going on? Has my Blood Demon Art failed?"

Even though he could still sense the presence of the Crimson Scythe Arrow, the commands he sent did not take effect.

The bound Scribe looked down at his body and then said nonchalantly.

"I think it's pretty good that you can take on three people at once, but unfortunately, have you forgotten about someone?"

As he spoke, he glanced behind Yura.

It was only then that Yura realized that she seemed to have indeed forgotten someone.

A person who knocked himself unconscious at the very beginning of the battle.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~"

Dense lightning erupted from the Nichirin Blade in his hand, and a pale yellow light gradually spread across his entire body.