As the Lower Rank Three, one of the Twelve Kizuki, Byakuya's Blood Demon Art is not particularly strong.
In fact, many ghosts possess similar abilities.
"Speed"
The Blood Demon Art that Byakuya possesses is simply about speed.
But being able to become one of the Twelve Kizuki with such ordinary abilities, his speed is naturally unlike that of the other demons.
If he wanted, within a certain timeframe, the Byakuya could even increase its speed to almost the level of sound.
Even now, though he hasn't reached his maximum speed, he's still incredibly terrifying.
With a low growl, the Byakuya, now accelerated, extended its right palm.
Five sharp claws shot out from it, reflecting a cold glint.
"Die!"
He stretched forward forcefully and swung the sword at Tanjiro's neck.
Extreme speed combined with sharp claws—that's the secret to the Byakuya.
Seeing that Byakuya had made a move, Rokuro breathed a sigh of relief.
His Blood Demon Art takes a while to activate, unlike Byakuya which can be used at any time.
"Now that Byakuya has made a move, this kid is probably doomed."
As he was thinking this, Rokuro's gaze fell on the Scribe.
In his view, the only variable was the Scribe.
Not only Enmu, but he and Byakuya also couldn't see through the Scribe.
"I need to keep an eye on this guy while the Byakuya are attacking."
With a sharp look in his eyes, Rokuro's gaze toward Scribe became even colder.
However, just as he was about to keep a close eye on the Scribe, the other person suddenly disappeared.
"?!"
Seeing the Scribe suddenly disappear, Rokuro instinctively shouted out.
"Where did that guy go?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an idea popped into his mind.
A bead of cold sweat appeared on his face, causing Rokuro's pupils to shrink.
With a sudden thought, he shouted something at the Byakuya.
Watch out, that guy's coming for you!
"What?!"
Hearing the sound of the Rokuro, Byakuya also looked over at him.
But what first came into his view was not the Rokuro.
A somewhat familiar figure appeared before him.
"I think this guy's name is Scribe?"
The thought had barely formed in his mind when a dark figure appeared in front of him.
"You want to attack me?"
As one of the Twelve Kizuki, Byakuya has experienced quite a few battles.
It has experienced several times the desire of humans to get close and attack it.
Knowing that the Scribe intended to punch him in the face, a cold smile appeared on Byakuya's face.
The other party's idea is good, but there is a problem.
How can the human body compare to its own strength?
The outstretched right palm did not retract; Byakuya simply extended his free left palm and slammed it towards Scribe.
Claws shot out, aiming for his heart.
With the added speed of his own, his left palm shot out like a bullet.
The sneer on his face deepened, and Byakuya seemed to be able to see Scribe's chest being pierced by his own.
In previous battles, several Demon Slayer had been killed by themselves in this way.
With faces full of doubt, these Demon Slayer would look down at their chests after glancing at their own faces.
As the blood spurts out, the Demon Slayer will eventually open his mouth, as if to say something.
He would then give a wicked smile and bring the other person's heart to his face.
Finally, in front of the other party, he forcefully crushed it.
Looking at the other person's face gradually losing its vitality and their expression of despair, Byakuya felt her blood boiling.
Despite the cold smile on Byakuya's face, Scribe's expression remained completely unchanged.
Just as the other party thought, how could human physical fitness compare to that of a ghost?
Of course, this refers to ordinary humans.
And he, the Scribe, was not an ordinary human being.
A second later, his fist collided with the claws of the Byakuya.
Chapter 328 The Severed Spine
"Bang!"
The sound of flesh colliding came, a heavy thud.
Upon contact, Byakuya, who had been sneering, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left palm.
That feeling was like having your bones completely shattered.
Sure enough, not long after he made contact, he noticed a few cracks appearing on his claws.
"Is this guy really human?"
The moment the thought crossed my mind, a crisp cracking sound followed.
"Splash!"
The sharp claws broke, and the force of the fist was transmitted into the body.
"Ahhh!"
A sharp pain shot through me, an indescribable sensation that traveled from the point of impact to every part of my body.
Byakuya's pupils were filled with shock. He simply couldn't understand or accept that a human being could be stronger than his own body.
"Could it be that our judgment is wrong?"
Staring intently at Scribe's figure, Byakuya wanted to know if the other party was really an ordinary human being.
Such strength should be Muzan -sama fears.
Compared to that ordinary human child, he should be the one to be eliminated.
But now, the Byakuya no longer have time to think about these things.
After the Scribe struck his palm, the muscles and bones in his left hand ruptured within a short time.
Like exploding fireworks, red flesh and white bones splattered into the air.
After shattering the opponent's palm, the Scribe's attack force did not diminish, and he aimed for the opponent's arm.
Instead, wherever it went, the entire arm of the Byakuya split open.
"Crackling and popping"
From the wrist to the elbow, and finally to the arm.
"Byakuya!"
Seeing that Byakuya's arm had been so easily blown off, Rokuro's tone was filled with shock.
Of course, this does not mean that he cares about the other person.
On the contrary, he only acts this way because he cares about his own affairs.
No matter how much the Byakuya disagreed with him, Rokuro had no choice but to acknowledge the other's identity as one of the Twelve Kizuki.
In terms of strength, he is still very strong.
Since the Byakuya has been attacked in such a way, its strength will be damaged to some extent.
This, in turn, affected what I was going to do next.
Most importantly, if even the Byakuya was so easily and severely injured, what will be the fate of me, even though I am stronger than him?
After smashing the opponent's arm with a punch, the Scribe's fist then slammed into his head.
After discovering the trajectory of the Scribe's fist, the Byakuya tried its best to avoid it.
But at this moment, he was frightened by the Scribe's attack, and his reaction time dropped several levels.
Even though he tried his best to turn his head, he was still locked onto by the fist.
Finally, the Scribe's fist slammed heavily into his face.
Just like the previous arm, the Byakuya felt even more intense pain the moment it came into contact with the arm.
His eyes widened instantly, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.
His face was covered in blood, and his expression was one of utter shock.
Immediately afterwards, the fist was deeply embedded in the Byakuya's face.
His facial features became distorted, and his entire face looked like a dough being kneaded.
Pale bones pierced from beneath the face, spurting out a ghastly spray of blood.
A pungent smell filled the air.
After that, the Scribe thrust his fist forward again.
"Pfft"
It was just a simple exertion, but it left a large dent on the Byakuya's face.
Then came the sound of cracking.
Before Rokuro's shocked eyes, Byakuya's head was smashed by Scribe's punch.
Enmu, who had just formed a body, was stunned when she saw this scene.
With a single punch, he shattered Byakuya's head, yet Scribe's face showed no sign of excitement.
After losing his head, Byakuya's body also lost its strength and slumped to the ground.
He grabbed the other person's ankle and then swung him away forcefully.
With a burst of power from his arms, he slammed his body against the wall.
With a thud, the Byakuya's body was embedded in it.
This also Scribe Tanjiro of the danger of being attacked.
Tanjiro was slightly surprised when the Scribe suddenly appeared and resolved his crisis.
"What are you standing there for? Don't you have things to do?"
Noticing Tanjiro's gaze, the Scribe smiled at him and then gestured with his lips.
"Isn't there still a piece of bone that needs to be cut off?"
"Ah? Oh, yes!"
After being reminded by the Scribe, Tanjiro realized that he still had things to do.
At the same time, Enmu also realized what was happening.