"You, this, demon."
"No, no, no, I am a ghost."
With a strange smile on her face, Dichai extended the index finger of her right hand.
A thin, hair-like red line of blood extended from the fingertip and split into countless lines in the blink of an eye.
"Save..."
The swordsmith was about to cry for help, but the next second, blood began to seep into his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Beneath the bulging skin, blood vessels, like maggots, crawled toward the swordsmith's brain.
A look of ecstasy appeared on Dichai's face.
"Hmm, not bad, this swordsmith knows more than before."
He quickly withdrew his health bar after getting what he wanted.
The swordsmith in his hand had long since turned into a cold corpse.
At Dichai's feet lay the bodies of several knife makers from the village.
"That's about enough. Find a few more guys, and that should be enough."
Just as Dichai was about to set off to find a new swordsmith, he suddenly paused.
"What, Imamura, you're saying you've encountered a swordsman who's no less skilled than a 'Pillar'?"
"Didn't Kamihito Ichi say there were only two Pillars here? How did he gather the intelligence?"
"Wait a minute, where's Kamihito Ichi? We can't get in touch with him!"
As Dichai roared, Kamihito Ichi lay on the ground in the forest outside the village, his eyes wide open.
"How could there be such an 'outcast' as you among ghosts!"
Answer me!
"The former Upper Rank Three!!!"
Chapter 472 The Battle of Two Upper Rank Three
At this moment, Kamihito Ichi was covered in wounds, his fan had been broken, and there were several large holes in his body.
Large amounts of blood flowed out of the cave, like free tap water.
His left arm was twisted off, and his right leg was broken off at an odd angle.
If it weren't for the demon's powerful self-healing ability, he would have died countless times already.
He propped himself up with one hand, stared intently at the ghost opposite him, and roared.
"Answer my question! Why did you come to me?"
"Because someone mentioned your name."
The ghost standing opposite Kamihito Ichi was the same guy who had previously defeated the Leopard Demon.
"Besides, you are very strong, and you are worth my time."
"Just for that reason?!"
Upon hearing this, Kamihito Ichi was momentarily stunned.
When attacked, one's mind begins to consider various possibilities and reasons.
Reasons include 'it's fun' to steal food or 'other ghosts sent over'.
Despite all his calculations, Kamihito Ichi never anticipated this reason.
"Shit, how can there be martial arts spirit among ghosts?"
While desperately healing his injuries, Kamihito Ichi pondered how to escape from this place.
The opponent's attack was too powerful; in just one exchange, it had already caused considerable injury.
Even its own Upper Rank- level recovery speed cannot keep up with the speed of the opponent's destruction.
At this moment, his expression suddenly changed.
"Lord Dichai, I..."
Despite being far away, Dichai somehow managed to have a conversation with Kamihito Ichi.
"Alright, I've seen it with your own eyes."
Dichai's voice echoed in his mind, a mixture of confusion and excitement.
Kamihito Ichi even sensed a hidden fear deep within.
"Why is that guy here?"
"He should have died in the Rank-Swap Blood Battle hundreds of years ago."
Upon hearing Dichai's words, Kamihito Ichi immediately retorted with a question.
'Sir, do you know this fellow?'
Although he had been a ghost for quite some time, the things he had come into contact with were far less than those of Dichai.
The reason he was able to recognize the demon's identity was because the words "Upper Rank Three" were engraved in its eyes.
But just like the Lower Rank Kaigaku before him, the other party's name was also covered by a cross.
Clearly, it is not the Upper Rank Three of the Twelve Kizuki in the true sense.
"Alright, you don't need to ask any more questions. Just get out of there."
"I... can't escape."
After hesitating for a moment, Kamihito Ichi said somewhat embarrassedly.
"The opponent's physical skills are too strong; they've already crippled me."
"..."
Dichai remained silent for a moment before speaking coldly.
"Then you can take the beating. He can't completely kill you anyway." (Reading by La)
"After he leaves, you can recover on your own."
Kamihito Ichi was about to say something, Dichai cut off their connection.
At the same time, "his" attack had already begun.
A forward lunge closed the distance between them, followed by a powerful kick with the right foot.
In an instant, as if a flash of light had exploded, Kamihito Ichi's figure was engulfed by countless footprints.
The body, blasted away, smashed through several thick trees before finally landing somewhere unknown.
After doing all this, "he" shook his ankle and muttered to himself.
"Who will be next?"
"There are many powerful auras here."
His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and he seemed to be in a mental state that was not quite right.
However, just as he was thinking, a beam of light suddenly flew from behind him.
His bewildered eyes instantly turned fierce, and he leaped away, dodging the attack.
"Bang!"
The beam of light struck the ground, blasting open a sizable crater.
"I knew it, why did I feel a familiar presence?"
With a soft laugh, Shinri Masato's figure emerged from the shadows.
"So that's it, it's you."
"I never expected to see you here again."
Looking directly at "him," Shinri Masato's expression was somewhat ferocious.
"I haven't forgotten a single day of the harm you caused me back then."
"Since we've run into each other today, let's take a good look at it!"
Upon discovering that it was Shinri Masato who had ambushed him, "he" also frowned.
"Shinri, the real man."
Without saying much, he got into position.
Stabilize your legs in a horse stance, place your left fist at your waist, and your right palm at shoulder level.
Centered on itself, a twelve-pointed snowflake array slowly appeared.
"Very good."
He clapped Shinri Masato hands, and then snapped his fingers.
Behind him, several halos of light gradually formed.
"Let's fight to the death."
The next second, both sides moved.
He slammed his clenched fist into the ground with a loud bang, creating a large hole in the ground.
Cracks spread out, breaking apart like the veins of a leaf.
Moreover, beneath the shattered ground, countless shockwaves surged toward Shinri Masato.
Shinri Masato remained completely unfazed by such an attack.
He slammed the scepter down hard, and the halo behind him changed direction, spraying beams of light onto the ground.
One beam after another shot out like a machine gun blazing with blue flames.
Each beam of light would trigger an explosion, and each explosion would leave a crater in the ground.
The impact of the battle between the two sides is already the most enormous so far.
What happened there?
In the distance, the Scribe also noticed the battle taking place.
In his opinion, one of them should be Shinri Masato.
The other one felt even stranger to me.
"It looks so familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."
Frowning, Scribe kept searching her mind for the other person's identity.
"We succeeded!"
A burst of wild laughter came from behind, and then a ghost resembling a wild boar charged towards the Scribe.
"The Wild Boar Charge!"
With its head bowed, its sharp fangs whistled through the air as its entire body transformed into a chariot and charged toward the Scribe.
"Don't bother me, I'm thinking about something."
Scribe said it in a detached tone, without even turning his head.
With a forceful stomp on the ground, his entire body was propelled into the air by the recoil.
Draw the sword, slash, and sheath it.
The movements were fluid and seamless, performed in one go.
Before the demon could react, its head had already been chopped off.
His terrifying face still bore a sinister grin, a fact he remained unaware of until his death.
"Phew~"
With a long sigh, the Scribe, standing on the ghost corpse, shook his head.