With a look of disgust, the man tossed the Nichirin Blade over from afar.
Watching the Nichirin Blade in midair, Scribe knew his chance had come.
A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and he moved.
Twisting his body, he drove an elbow into the frog-faced man's face.
The man cried out in pain and loosened the rope.
Seizing the opportunity, Scribe leaped again and kicked the bottom of the scabbard.
The Nichirin Blade flew from its sheath and fell straight toward the ground below.
Scribe stretched out both hands, intending to catch the Nichirin Blade with his bound wrists.
Just as everyone thought the Nichirin Blade would sever Scribe's hands, it plunged straight into the ground without harming him in the slightest.
The falling Nichirin Blade landed perfectly between the ropes, slicing them apart.
If it had been even a centimeter to the left or right, it would have pierced Scribe's wrist and caused arterial bleeding.
Pulling the Nichirin Blade from five centimeters deep in the ground, Scribe charged straight at the frog-faced man.
At that moment, the frog-faced man had only just recovered from the pain.
The instant he saw Scribe rushing at him with a blade, the frog-faced man immediately retreated.
The clothes on his back tore apart, revealing seven long tentacles.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The tentacles pierced into the ceiling, anchoring the frog-faced man's body in midair.
Seeing the frog-faced man reveal his true form, Scribe spoke unhurriedly.
"You really are a demon."
"Damn brat, you're a Demon Slayer!"
Tentacle Demon bared his teeth, his face filled with savagery and fury.
"How did you discover my identity?"
"I was only guessing."
Shrugging, Scribe said directly,
"Didn't you notice that I charged at you with the back of my blade just now?"
Realizing he had been fooled, Tentacle Demon's expression immediately twisted.
His sharp teeth clattered continuously in rage, and the veins on his forehead bulged one after another.
"Since you've discovered me, then die with these people!"
The tentacles on his back recoiled, then shot out again like springs, stabbing toward Scribe and the panicked crowd.
Sun Breathing: Fourth Form: Mirage Sun Rainbow
Facing Tentacle Demon's attack, Scribe used Sun Breathing's evasive form.
With his body twisting and spinning at high speed, not a single one of the seven tentacles touched Scribe.
"How is that possible?"
His widened eyes were filled with shock. Tentacle Demon could not believe his attack had been completely nullified.
Every Demon Slayer who had faced this move before had been pierced into a sieve without exception.
Scribe was the first to evade it so easily.
Sun Breathing: Sixth Form: Burning Bone Sun
The Nichirin Blade in his hand swung continuously, and a fiery vortex spiraled around him.
Faced with Scribe's attack, Tentacle Demon had no choice but to use his final measure.
The seven tentacles gathered before him and intertwined, forming a shield.
Curling his body up as tightly as possible, Tentacle Demon wore a cold sneer.
In his view, after unleashing such a powerful strike, Scribe's energy had to be greatly depleted.
By then, Scribe would be nothing more than meat at his mercy.
At that very moment, Tentacle Demon had already begun thinking about how to deal with Scribe.
Burning Bone Sun struck the tentacle shield and instantly blasted it apart.
A scorching pain surged from the severed ends. Tentacle Demon was shocked to discover that the tentacles, which were part of his body, could no longer regenerate.
Sweat covered his twisted face. It was the first time Tentacle Demon had encountered an injury that could not regenerate.
Sun Breathing: Seventh Form: Radiant Flower Thrust
The Nichirin Blade thrust upward, and rings of blazing flames erupted along both sides of the blade.
At the brink of life and death, Tentacle Demon suddenly shouted.
"Save me!"
The moment his voice fell, the inn's ceiling suddenly shattered, and a gaunt figure leaped down from above.
Grabbing Tentacle Demon, the gaunt figure turned and ran outside.
But this demon had underestimated the power of Radiant Flower Thrust.
Even without striking the demon directly, its power was not to be underestimated.
An explosion rang out, blowing the inn apart.
Crash! Crash!
Slicing apart the bricks and other debris above him, Scribe emerged while carrying the bespectacled man who had failed to escape earlier.
Although that attack had not killed the two demons, their bodies had still suffered a certain degree of damage.
Under the effects of Burning Bone Sun, they would be unable to regenerate for a while.
Elsewhere, Tentacle Demon, who had been carried away, was left with only half his body.
"You bastard, couldn't you have come out to save me sooner?"
"My body hurts so badly. I can't regenerate at all!"
The demon who had taken Tentacle Demon away had a bluish face, high cheekbones, and the appearance of a dried corpse.
"Shut up."
"You think I'm feeling any better?"
Only then did Tentacle Demon notice that Corpse Demon's clothes had been completely destroyed.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting its glow upon the earth.
On the rooftops of the town, a naked figure ran about everywhere.
Running around naked beneath the moon, he was having the time of his life.
Corpse Demon ran all the way to the foot of the mountain beside the town.
After observing the surroundings and confirming no one was there, Corpse Demon ran into the mountain.
Before long, a massive cave appeared before the two demons.
Demons Gather, the Town Reduced to Bait
Upon entering the cave, a foul stench unbearable to ordinary people assaulted them head-on.
The deeper they went into the cave, the thicker the stench in the air became.
At the deepest point, a natural stone plaza appeared.
Several torches were embedded in the plaza walls, and their dim yellow light barely illuminated the surroundings.
Any ordinary person who saw this scene would probably be frightened to death on the spot.
Dozens of demons stood densely packed across the plaza!
A rough count put their number at around sixty or seventy.
"What happened to you two?"
A deep voice rang out as a demon over three meters tall, like a mountain of flesh, spoke.
"It's like this. Just now..."
Tossing Tentacle Demon aside, Corpse Demon briefly described what had happened.
After hearing it, Meat Mountain Demon immediately flew into a rage.
"You're saying the two of you were discovered by a Demon Slayer?!"
His fan-sized hand grabbed Corpse Demon directly. With a slight squeeze, Corpse Demon cried out in agony.
"Y-yes, I'm sorry. It's all because this guy was discovered by that childlike Demon Slayer."
"And that guy's techniques are strange. None of the injuries we suffered can heal."
Only after hearing Corpse Demon's words did Meat Mountain Demon notice Tentacle Demon, who had only half a body left.
"Describe that bastard's techniques in detail."
Lifting Tentacle Demon with two fingers, Meat Mountain Demon's eyes were bloodshot.
"If you leave out even a single key detail, I'll throw you outside to bask in the sun!"
Shuddering, Tentacle Demon recounted everything that had happened after he encountered Scribe.
"Are you done?"
Swallowing hard, Tentacle Demon, who had only half a body left, could not help trembling.
"My body hurts so much. I need time to regenerate."
The moment he finished speaking, Tentacle Demon felt a massive force press down on him, and half his body was stomped heavily into the ground.
His already fragile body shattered again, leaving only half his head.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Centered around Tentacle Demon, the stone plaza split apart inch by inch like rippling waves.
"Useless trash. Stay in there and regenerate."
After stomping Tentacle Demon into the earth, Meat Mountain Demon snorted and roared,
"Since a Demon Slayer has already discovered our whereabouts, the plan must be moved up."
"All of you get ready. We leave in one hour."
"When the time comes, whether it's the people in the town or those Demon Slayers, they'll all become our food!"
The other demons immediately roared excitedly at those words.
Their eyes turned red, and drool flowed from the corners of their mouths.
When Meat Mountain Demon announced that the plan had been moved up, Scribe hurried back to the inn where Yoriichi was staying.
"Master, I found traces of demons at the hot spring inn."
After hearing Scribe's account, Yoriichi frowned deeply.
He did not understand why these demons were not hiding themselves this time, but were instead openly posing as human merchants.
"Scribe, what do you think?"
After thinking briefly, Scribe took out some paper and a pen from the table.
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