As his strength increases, the strength and hardness of his arm bones will also increase.
When needed, he would take it out and turn it into a weapon to kill the enemy.
Seeing Gyutaro's self-harming behavior, Koinatsu suppressed the urge to vomit.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
But before she could speak, Gyutaro turned his head and said calmly.
"This kind of thing will be over in the blink of an eye."
After saying that, he raised his left arm.
Under Koinatsu's shocked gaze, the bones, flesh, and meridians of her left arm were all growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal.
Using the same method, Gyutaro removed his right arm bone and turned it into his weapon.
If it weren't for the large pool of blood on the ground, Koinatsu wouldn't have believed what had just happened in front of her.
Gyutaro glanced at Koinatsu's expression and roughly knew what she was thinking.
Although she knew of Koinatsu's existence, she mostly learned about it from Scribe and Koume.
As for meeting, this seems to be the first time.
No wonder the other party was so terrified.
"This is really difficult."
Feeling a little impatient, Gyutaro scratched his messy, short, black-green hair a few times.
"If it weren't for Mister Scribe's orders, I really wouldn't want to do this kind of thing."
Several days ago, Scribe told him to protect Koinatsu.
He doesn't need to interfere with whatever Koinatsu does.
Unless Koinatsu is in mortal danger, she should not reveal her existence.
Wielding the scythe in his hand, Gyutaro walked over to Koinatsu's side.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
Hearing Gyutaro speak to her, Koinatsu was a little stunned, but she quickly replied.
"I wasn't hurt."
"That's good. If something happens to you, I won't be able to explain it to the master."
After muttering a few words, Gyutaro then spoke.
"Since you're alright, I'll go with you to avoid running into any more petty people."
"Um, may I go find Karin and Midori?"
Scratching his head, Gyutaro waved his hand.
"Are you talking about the two little girls who were next to you just now? Do as you please, I won't interfere."
Since the Scribe said not to say anything, then all I need to do is stay by Koinatsu's side.
Besides, he doesn't like to use his brain anyway.
Hearing what Gyutaro said, Koinatsu felt relieved.
She had pretty much guessed that Gyutaro was secretly arranged by the Scribe to protect her.
Feeling a warmth in her heart, she didn't forget to thank the Scribe.
But just as she turned to leave, Gyutaro suddenly stopped her.
"Wait a moment."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing serious."
He gave a cold laugh, turned his head, and looked in the direction where Mitsu had been sent flying.
"There's just a little stink bug that seems unhappy."
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a figure stood up.
"I never imagined you actually were a ghost."
The cold words came through, and Mitsu's voice changed as well.
There seems to be a hint of Dichai in it.
Inside the mansion, Imamura and Kamihito Ichi have launched another attack on the Scribe.
The Scribe glanced at the two ghosts rushing towards him, his expression completely calm.
My gaze moved back and forth among them, finally settling on Imamura.
He clearly remembered what this guy who called himself the God of Ninjas had said.
Now is the time for me to test the strength of my opponent.
"Let's start with you."
Chapter 400 The Twelfth Form is Enough
Noticing that the Scribe's gaze was fixed on him, Imamura quickly realized what he was thinking.
"Hehehe, so that's how it is."
"I must say, you've really chosen a good opponent."
Nodding, the Scribe readily admitted it.
"Of course, you have to pick the soft ones to squeeze."
Although he had never heard anything like it before, Imamura immediately understood its meaning.
I felt that the Scribe had underestimated me.
"You're asking for it!"
His brows were furrowed, and his pupils were bloodshot.
Before Kamihito Ichi could even speak, he charged straight at Scribe.
"Blood Demon Art, Venomous Shuriken."
His clenched fists suddenly opened, and his stark white bones broke through the surface scales, forming a series of rings.
There are also some sharp little barbs on the outside of the ring.
Judging from the red and green color of the thorns, they are clearly highly poisonous.
With a powerful swing, the bone shuriken sliced through the air and flew toward the Scribe at an incredible speed.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the Scribe reacted accordingly.
As he gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly, a faint red light began to shimmer on it.
Unlike the demons of Imamura when they activated their abilities, the light emanating from the Nichirin Blade did not evoke feelings of bloodshed, evil, or alienation.
On the contrary, it was a feeling of grandeur, magnificence, brilliance, and warmth.
Red Nichirin Blade!
After releasing the Red Nichirin Blade, the Scribe simply stood still and performed a few sword flourishes.
With a few clanging sounds, all the shuriken were cut in half and split into several pieces.
Under high temperatures, the toxins covering the surface had no effect whatsoever.
As the red and green mist dissipated, only a faint, pungent odor remained in the air.
His attack was so easily neutralized that even the most arrogant Imamura had to pause.
"This guy is indeed incredibly strong."
Although the Scribe appeared to be standing casually, in his eyes, there was not a single flaw revealed.
No matter which direction or what kind of attack he launches, he will be able to block it.
For a moment, silence fell over the room.
Seeing that Imamura hadn't made a move, Kamihito Ichi couldn't sit still any longer.
He already felt a little guilty and disappointed at having let Dichai down.
Seeing that Imamura's attack had failed, he felt a secret sense of smug satisfaction.
If I can defeat the Scribe, wouldn't that prove that I'm stronger than Imamura?
At that time, perhaps Lord Dichai, who values talent, will not hold his previous mistakes against him.
There's even a possibility of going further.
Thinking of this, Kamihito Ichi also activated his Blood Demon Art.
"Blood Demon Art, Thousand Fan Phantom Dance".
The large eye at the very center of the fan slowly closed, then instantly opened.
A large plume of red mist shot out from it, covering the surrounding area.
"Sir, I wonder if you can withstand this attack?"
Kamihito Ichi's voice rang out in the mist, dreamlike and ethereal, making it impossible to pinpoint its exact location.
Immediately afterwards, a figure walked towards the Scribe.
One, two, three...
Within seconds, dozens of figures from the Kamihito Ichi sect appeared around the Scribe, completely surrounding him.
"From the previous battle, I already know that your strength is not to be underestimated, sir."
"Especially their eyesight, which allows them to easily detect our attack trajectory."
One of them spoke Kamihito Ichi, followed by another.
"Unfortunately, this technique I developed was specifically designed for people with excellent eyesight."
He grinned and raised the fan in his hand to the top of his head.
"Take a good look and see which one is the real me!"
As he shouted, the eyes on the fan kept wriggling.
Tiny points of light gathered in his pupils, as if they were converging into some powerful energy.
At this moment, Kamihito Ichi noticed the opening and closing of Scribe's lips.
"Guan Gong, in front of the gate, wields a big knife."
Coupled with the Scribe's slightly mocking expression, Kamihito Ichi couldn't stand it anymore.
Imamura's attack failed because he underestimated the Scribe.
They already valued the Scribe highly, yet the other party still looked down on them like this.
"Snort!"
After letting out a cold snort, feeling that he had accumulated enough energy, Kamihito Ichi swung his fan forcefully.
In an instant, beams of light, each the size of a normal person's arm, shot out from his pupils and bombarded Scribe in unison.
The sheer number of them completely blocked all his escape routes.
At the same time, the Scribe also noticed something unusual about the ground beneath his feet.
With a slight tremor in the ground, something seemed about to burst forth from the earth.
He glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye, but before he knew it, Imamura had disappeared.
Only a large pit, big enough to fit a person, remained in the original spot.