Scribe flashed into midair and attacked while upside down.
Blazing flames wrapped around the blade as he swung it in a horizontal slash.
With the sound of tearing flesh, a huge wound appeared on Meat Mountain Demon's right arm.
The wound had nearly severed the entire arm sideways, and bone could vaguely be seen within.
Charred muscle curled outward, and the air filled with the stench of burnt flesh.
Awooo!
Clutching his right arm, Meat Mountain Demon could no longer remain standing under the intense pain.
His massive body staggered back several steps before crashing into an inn.
Dust billowed into the sky as the sounds of shattering glass and bricks mingled together.
Scribe tossed several ropes at his feet over and called out to the people who had not fallen into the pit.
What are you standing around for? Save them!
Startled by Scribe's shout, the few people who had been frozen in shock finally snapped out of it.
What a strange human. A brat like you has such strength. You must be the Demon Slayer mentioned in the report.
I wonder if your flesh tastes good.
Meat Mountain Demon's voice came from within the dust, low and brimming with killing intent.
That guy?
His mind raced, and Scribe immediately thought of Tentacle Demon and Corpse Demon, who had escaped earlier.
It looked like this big fellow was the leader.
Having already pieced together the scene of the two demons sharing information after fleeing, Scribe gripped his sword with both hands and pointed its tip forward.
The next second, a tremendous thud rang out.
Meat Mountain Demon's body, over three meters tall, actually shot out of the dust cloud.
It was hard to imagine how a giant ball more than three meters tall could possess such astonishing jumping power.
Kill him!
As Meat Mountain Demon roared, another figure leaped down from atop a house.
Accompanied by a piercing howl of wind, it slashed viciously toward Scribe's head.
All Demons Annihilated, Tamayo Appears
The one attacking Scribe was Corpse Demon, who had previously escaped with Tentacle Demon.
At this moment, both his hands had transformed into scythe-shaped bone blades.
His face was hideous and terrifying, and he could not wait to cut off Scribe's head.
The timing he chose to appear was exceptionally good as well.
Meat Mountain Demon was charging at Scribe from directly ahead, while Corpse Demon had sealed off the sky above.
No matter which direction Scribe tried to dodge, he would be attacked.
This guy was dead for sure.
Having sentenced Scribe to death in his heart, Corpse Demon's expression became excited.
That earlier strike had left far too terrifying an impression on him. Even now, the wound it had left still throbbed faintly.
Facing the combined pincer attack of two demons, Scribe still showed no sign of panic.
He jumped, then stepped several times across the surrounding houses.
Using the rebound force, Scribe spun through the air.
He intended to move sideways through the gap between the two demons!
Noticing Scribe's intention, Meat Mountain Demon revealed a mocking smile.
He knew that Corpse Demon could not only turn his hands into demon blades; even his feet could transform.
The instant that human passed through, he would probably be sliced in half.
Imagining the despair and shock on Scribe's face, Meat Mountain Demon's cruel grin widened.
After smashing headfirst into another building, Meat Mountain Demon emerged without a scratch.
At that moment, a round object rolled across the ground.
Hahaha! That brat really died!
Throwing back his head in laughter, Meat Mountain Demon's roar shook the nearby houses.
Just as he was deciding whether to eat Scribe's corpse first or the humans first, a voice rang out.
If the brat you're talking about is me, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
Following the voice, Meat Mountain Demon was shocked to find Scribe standing atop a two-story building.
Not only had his body not been cut in half, he did not even have a scratch.
Directly beneath him, Corpse Demon's headless body was slowly dissolving.
Meat Mountain Demon's bell-like eyes widened, filled with bloodshot veins.
He did not know, nor could he understand, why Scribe had passed through unharmed.
Not only that, he had even killed Corpse Demon.
There's something strange about your sword...
On the ground, Corpse Demon's head left behind those final words before turning into black fragments and dissipating.
Sun Breathing: Eighth Form: Spinning Sun Halo
Scribe had used that move to kill Corpse Demon just now.
The characteristic of Spinning Sun Halo was that it made the blade's tip waver like flame, creating the illusion that the sword had become shorter.
It was precisely because of that illusion that Corpse Demon misjudged the attack and had his head cut off before he could strike Scribe.
Seeing that Corpse Demon had died as well, Meat Mountain Demon could not help backing away several steps.
After becoming a demon, he had once believed that, aside from that person, he was invincible in the world.
In pursuit of greater strength, he had used brute force to subdue this group of evil demons and make them his subordinates.
But today, Scribe had appeared.
Not only had he ruined his plans, he and another person had wiped out his subordinates with devastating ease.
At that thought, he could no longer suppress his rage.
His already massive body swelled rapidly, eventually expanding to more than five meters tall.
His limbs retracted, his head twisted, and his entire body transformed into a gigantic ball.
I'll kill you!
With a furious roar, Meat Mountain Demon launched his final attack.
He bounced violently off the ground, turning his body into a cannonball as he crashed toward Scribe.
If this strike landed, its power would be enough to crush him into pulp.
Of course, that was assuming it hit.
Taking a deep breath, Scribe also made his move against Meat Mountain Demon's final attack.
In less than a second, two Flame Slashes appeared in the air.
A horizontal slash and a vertical slash.
The two Flame Slashes crossed into the shape of a cross and passed through Meat Mountain Demon's body.
Scribe lightly tapped the Nichirin Blade against the ground, causing the black tissue clinging to its blade to fall away.
Heathed his sword, and only then did Meat Mountain Demon's body crash to the ground.
In an instant, his five-meter body split apart and became four pieces scattered across the ground.
Sun Breathing: Twelfth Form: Flame Dance
Meat Mountain Demon's face was filled with horror, as though he had yet to understand what had just happened.
Before he could finish speaking, he felt indescribable pain erupt across his face.
The next second, his vision went black.
Looking back at Meat Mountain Demon, whose head had also been split into four pieces, Scribe knew that this mission could finally be brought to an end.
Progress: 100/100 Travel to Youshui Town and eliminate one hundred evil demons. Mission complete. Based on the host's own abilities, Master Breathing Technique/Master Swordsmanship increased to 950,000/1,000,000. Based on the host's own abilities, all other Proficiency-level abilities increased to 90,000/100,000. Congratulations, host. You have obtained the skill: Beginner Mental Defense. Congratulations, host. Clear World has been partially unlocked (1/3).
Clear World was actually among the rewards this time!
A trace of wild joy appeared on Scribe's face. Only then did he feel that accepting this mission had been such a correct decision.
To become one of the strongest in this world, Clear World was one of the necessary elements.
Although only one-third of it had been unlocked for now, Scribe believed similar rewards would appear again in future missions.
The demons in the town have all been eliminated. It's time for me to reunite with Master.
Just then, a human voice came from behind him.
Have all those demons been killed?
Turning around, he saw a refined middle-aged man standing behind him with his child in his arms.
Yes, they're all dead.
Suddenly, the little boy, who was only three or four years old, asked.
Big brother, what's your name?
Me?
Pointing at himself, Scribe wore a thoughtful expression.
He certainly could not reveal his real name, but for the moment, he could not think of a good alias.
Then, his gaze fell upon the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
You can call me Demon Slayer.
With a faint smile, Scribe left.
Meanwhile, the child continued murmuring the words "Demon Slayer."
After leaving the battlefield, Scribe soon reunited with Yoriichi.
Master, all the evil demons in town have been eliminated.
Yoriichi nodded and spoke.
In that case, let's go.
Back to the Demon Slayer Corps?
No. A friend of mine lives nearby. I plan to pay her a visit.
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