"Blood Demon Art, Earthlight Poison Dragon Drill!"
With a series of crashing sounds, the ground was instantly ripped open, revealing Imamura's terrifying face.
Taking advantage of the moment when Kamihito Ichi launched his attack, he launched another sneak attack.
The arms twisted, and the front ends transformed into something resembling a drill bit.
Presumably, that's how he dug his way forward.
Just one glance at the rapidly spinning front end, Scribe had no doubt that if this attack succeeded, it would be enough to severely injure a pillar-level opponent.
It must be said that Imamura truly deserves his title as the God of Ninjas; his timing in seizing opportunities is exceptionally good.
While the Scribe's attention was focused on Kamihito Ichi, he chose to launch an attack from beneath the ground, where it was not easily detected.
On the ground, the beam of light from Kamihito Ichi's pupils had already blocked Scribe.
Beneath the ground, Kamihito Ichi was launching a sneak attack, was brimming with confidence.
Any attack he launches will require Pillar to go all out.
The combined attack of the two ghosts is not a simple "one plus one".
It can be said that in this situation, most of the Pillars in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps would have been doomed.
He burst into wild laughter, shouting like Imamura.
"Let me see your true strength, Scribe!"
You don't deserve it.
The Scribe smiled; even under these circumstances, he still smiled.
"This move is enough."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
"As the saying goes, those who are as cowardly as mice will resort to sneak attacks."
"An old saying goes: those who are fearful in their hearts will do things that are illusory and cannot be seen."
"Those who are upright and majestic, like the blazing sun, are fearless and without regret."
While muttering words that ordinary people couldn't understand, the Scribe raised his Nichirin Blade high.
As his body turned, his figure seemed to disappear from the sight of the two ghosts.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Only a faint voice echoed in the ears of Kamihito Ichi and Imamura.
"Sun Breathing, Twelfth Form, Flame Dance."
Chapter 401 The Battle Ends Hastily
The vanished figure reappeared, now less than half a meter from Imamura's arms.
Intense flames flashed on the tip of the blade, instantly covering the entire blade.
"It's over."
The madness in his pupils intensified, Imamura could clearly sense that his attack was about to succeed.
At that distance and at that speed, the Scribe simply couldn't react in time!
Even if he's stronger than me, so what? He'll still die by my hand.
Just as a victor's smile appeared on his face, he suddenly frowned.
A sharp pain shot through him, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
He felt as if something had been peeled away from his body.
"What...?"
Before he could look down, the firelight was already in front of him.
Beneath the reflection was the Scribe's indifferent face.
Imamura could even see his own reflection in those calm, expressionless eyes.
Both forearms were severed, and his body was covered in tiny wounds.
Black smoke billowed from the charred wound, and a foul stench filled the nostrils.
"This is... me?!"
At that moment, Imamura finally realized what had just happened.
Fast, too fast, far faster than I can react!
It wasn't that the Scribe's figure had disappeared, but rather that his eyes simply couldn't keep up with the other person's speed.
Even his own reflexes failed to detect the Scribe's approach.
By the time the body reacts to stress, it's already too late.
The Nichirin Blade, wreathed in flames, easily sliced through Imamura's scales.
Skin, flesh, meridians, and blood.
In the flames, they were all reduced to ashes.
A large gash started from his left shoulder and ran diagonally down to his right waist.
It almost cut Imamura in two!
"Impossible..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood, Imamura eyes filled with disbelief.
He never expected that his combined attack with Kamihito Ichi would be so easily defended by Scribe.
No, it can't be called defense.
It should be said that they were countered.
The attack failed, and the attackers themselves suffered heavy losses.
Feeling that piercing pain, he seemed to understand why Shinri Masato had acted so frantically after being slashed.
Even though he relied on a secret technique to shield himself from most of the pain, he still found it hard to bear the excruciating agony.
"Bang!"
With a slash, Scribe struck Imamura, and then with a kick, sent him flying.
Its massive body transformed into a streak of light and crashed directly into the wall.
Amidst a deafening roar, Imamura crashed through countless walls and destroyed countless houses.
Finally, it disappeared from the Scribe's sight.
"He wasn't killed."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe wanted to step forward and finish him off, but there were still things he needed to deal with.
Following Imamura's attack was Kamihito Ichi's pupil ray.
On the other side, seeing Imamura slashed away with a single blow, his fate unknown, Kamihito Ichi was also shocked.
While marveling at the power of the Scribe, he also knew that this was a good opportunity for him.
"To be able to unleash such a strike, he must have used all his strength, and he's probably still recovering."
The old forces have gone, and the new forces have not yet arisen.
In battles of this caliber, it can be a matter of life and death.
Currently, from Kamihito Ichi's perspective, the Scribe is in such a state.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Just in case, Kamihito Ichi Yi, who was hiding in the fog, activated the Blood Demon Art once again.
"Blood Demon Art, Wave Overlap Constriction".
As dozens of figures overlapped, the fans in their hands also converged.
The aura became increasingly solid; even a single glance at it would cause eye pain for an ordinary person.
Gripping the fan handle tightly, he then threw the fan like a dart.
The target was aimed directly at the Scribe's brow.
Hearing the whistling sound of wind breaking, Scribe knew in his heart that Kamihito Ichi must have made a move again.
"He's a cautious fellow, isn't he?"
"However, the result will disappoint him."
As a user of the Sun Breathing, he knew very well that the Flame Dance was not just a single strike.
After the vertical slash, comes an even more powerful horizontal slash.
With a heavy stomp of his foot, the Scribe spun around.
A ring of flames spread outwards from him.
"Flame Dance, second strike!"
Seeing that Scribe had adjusted and reacted in such a short time, Shang Yun's eyes widened in surprise.
"What?!"
This sudden turn of events infuriated him so much that he felt like vomiting blood.
It's one thing for you to have adjusted your breathing, but why is the momentum of this second strike even greater than the first one!
Just thinking about the terrible state of Imamura made Kamihito Ichi feel a chill run down his spine.
He wasn't like Imamura, that crazy guy. His fighting principle was "avoid fighting if possible, and if you have to fight, minimize the damage you take."
This is why almost all of his abilities are ranged attacks.
"We've been tricked."
A sense of humiliation welled up from the bottom of his heart. Kamihito Ichi knew that he had miscalculated again this time.
"Ping!"
The ring of fire first made contact with the pupil beam, producing a crisp collision sound.
Immediately afterwards, the beam of light, powerful enough to pierce through the rock, was shattered by the fire.
It turned into countless fragments and vanished into the world.
Following closely behind was the fan that was thrown out.
Seeing that the beam attack was easily neutralized, Kamihito Ichi's eyes kept rolling, as if he was thinking about something.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.
"Burst!"
He made a fist towards the air with the fan and said fiercely.
"I, Kamihito Ichi, will never end up like Imamura!"
Under his control, the fan suddenly expanded and then exploded.
It must be said that Kamihito Ichi made the choice that was most advantageous to him in a short period of time.
If he really was like Imamura, severely injured by the Scribe.
The outcome was obvious; it was certain that death was the only option.
As for Dichai, she had already disappeared somewhere long before the battle began.
The shockwave from the explosion was so intense that Scribe instinctively used his hand to shield himself.
His gaze remained unchanged, fixed on the direction where Kamihito Ichi had just been, as if it could penetrate everything.
With this explosion as cover, plus the Blood Demon Art from before, Kamihito Ichi should be able to escape if he's not stupid.
However, the Scribe felt uneasy.