Unable to bear it any longer, Gyokko suddenly turned around and faced Scribe.
At some point, five brand-new pots appeared on each side of his body.
There were ten pots in total, their dark mouths facing the Scribe.
"Blood Demon Art * Ten Thousand Slippery Fish!"
As the Gyokko's power was activated, countless fish spewed out from its mouth.
The fish are covered with a slippery film that is enough to absorb most of the slashes.
Its sharp teeth are incredibly sharp; when they bite into a human body, they leave a large hole.
Countless sticky fish flew in the air, transforming into a waterfall that surged towards the Scribe.
This was Gyokko's counterattack, which she had been planning since the moment she fled.
"There are a full ten thousand sticky fish, enough to devour all of a human's bones!"
Looking at the school of sticky fish in front of him, Scribe frowned.
While the Sun Breathing is powerful, it primarily targets single targets.
He couldn't possibly cut the fish in front of him one by one, even if he worked himself to death.
A look of hesitation crossed his face, and then the Scribe sighed.
He brandished his Nichirin Blade, flashes of light streaking as he slashed at the school of fish.
In an instant, the once overwhelming school of fish became as thin as paper exposed to a raging fire.
In an instant, it turned to ashes.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and a foul stench filled the air. Gyokko's eyes widened in disbelief.
"They... they were all cut off?!"
The sound was somewhat distorted; Gyokko never imagined that her attack would be so powerless.
It should be noted that this is the move among his techniques most effective against users of Sun Breathing.
In his mind, it should take at least a while.
"Something's not right."
Suddenly, Gyokko thought of something.
The Scribe's moves seemed familiar; it was as if he had seen them somewhere before.
This speed and attack range reminded him of a "person".
He had a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure.
If it is really as I think, then this news is earth-shattering news for the demons, the Twelve Kizuki, and even Muzan.
"That shouldn't be the case. That person doesn't seem like the type to do such a thing."
"Where are you looking?!"
The Scribe's voice rang out, pulling the Gyokko back to reality.
By this time, all the sticky fish had been chopped up.
As the most wide-range attack move of the Gyokko, the power of the Ten Thousand Slippery Fish is naturally not limited to this.
Before being cut down by the Nichirin Blade and turning to dust, the sticky fish will splatter out poisonous fluids.
Unlike the previous "Thousand Needles Fish Killer", this toxin does not require piercing the skin.
It can be absorbed through the skin and enter the bloodstream simply by contact.
This can be described as an even more terrifying, upgraded version of the toxin.
Just as the blood and flesh of the sticky fish were about to stain the Scribe's body, he suddenly spun around.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful gust of air appeared, sweeping all the flesh and blood into the air.
"It bounced off by spinning?"
Seeing this, Gyokko felt not only surprise but also fear.
If he still harbored a sliver of hope before, he is now completely certain.
The Scribe's move just now was exactly the same as "that" that I knew!
"We must report this to Lord Muzan!"
The thought was completely unstoppable in her mind, Gyokko instantly turned around and fled into the distance.
But the Scribe wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He dodged to close the distance and then slashed down with his sword.
"Pfft~"
Although the blow landed, it did not sever the Gyokko's head.
Looking at the skin-like thing on the blade, Scribe frowned.
"Has it shed its skin?"
I know that after shedding its skin, the Gyokko has completely broken free from the limitations of a "pot" and can move freely.
Not only that, his physical strength will also be unleashed, and his speed will far exceed that of before.
"Can you please stop running?"
Looking up at the figure in the distant trees, the Scribe spoke.
"Logically speaking, shouldn't you kill everyone who sees you like this?"
The Scribe's provocation was harsh, and the veins on Gyokko's forehead bulged.
But in the end, he still retained a degree of rationality.
After all, even if he used his strongest form, he was still no match for the Scribe.
If we really stay and fight to the death, then we will have truly fallen into the Scribe's trap.
"Whoosh, that's for other people, but it's different for you, Scribe."
Although the Gyokko still has the shape of a human body with Serpent Tail, the small hands on both sides of its body have disappeared.
A pair of thick arms regenerated from its shoulders, and its body was covered with shiny, translucent scales.
These scales were all refined in the Gyokko pot, and their hardness is even greater than that of diamond.
The webbed hands suggest it is very adept at underwater activities.
After moving my body around, crackling sounds came from all over my body.
A sinister smile appeared on his face, and then the Gyokko moved.
He turned and fled in a more distant direction.
Chapter 496 The Betrayed Demon Slayer
Seeing this, the Scribe didn't know what to say.
"Becoming your complete form didn't make you much bolder."
Shaking his head, he could only continue chasing after them.
Chasing each other, the human and the ghost leaped and darted through the forest.
After transforming into its complete form, Gyokko's speed was now far superior to that of Scribe.
Despite both sides moving at high speed, the distance between them did not decrease.
The situation has reached a stalemate.
Was it that the Scribe's strength was exhausted first, or that the rising sun forced Gyokko to find a place to hide?
"Can you please stop chasing me?!"
As she ran forward, Gyokko called out back.
"Aren't you going to care about the swordsmiths and other Demon Slayer in the village?"
"Don't worry, someone will take care of it."
"Don't you know that besides me, there are other Upper Rank here as well?"
"You mean Hantengu, Shinri Masato, and Dichai, those guys?"
As he chased after the Gyokko, the Scribe said.
"Friendly reminder, they've all already run away."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this news from the Scribe, Gyokko couldn't help but curse.
"Those guys, how dare they treat me like this!"
"Exactly, how could you treat the Gyokko like that?"
A slight smile appeared on her face, but Scribe still didn't forget to "persuade" Gyokko to stop.
"Why don't you take a break, and we can have a proper discussion about how to teach them a lesson?"
"Don't even think about it!"
Gyokko roared and increased its speed once again.
Not only that, but he also kept punching the trees as he went.
"Bang bang bang!"
The enormous fist fell, leaving large holes in the tree trunk.
Strangely, the wood chips that were blasted away underwent a bizarre change before they even hit the ground.
They swelled, grew, and eventually turned into sticky fish.
It looks exactly like the sticky fish that Gyokko summoned before.
"Blood Demon Art: Divine Hand!"
By striking at high speed with his hands covered in fish scales, Gyokko can turn everything he touches into sticky fish.
Whether it's a living or non-living thing, it can be forcibly transformed.
In the words of the Scribe, this is already an ability beyond the "standard".
This ability alone is enough to place Gyokko among the Twelve Kizuki.
On this path, even Muzan might not have gone as far as Gyokko.
But this should have been Gyokko's strongest hand-to-hand combat technique, but now it has become like a "stunt show".
"Go, bite him to death!"
Commanding the sticky fish spawned by the "Divine Hand" to pounce on the Scribe, Gyokko did not forget to continue to escape.
Faced with the swarming sticky fish, the Scribe had no choice but to stop and cut it in half with his knife.
Although the time was short, little by little, it allowed the Gyokko to successfully widen the gap.
"Haha, Scribe, you can't catch me!"
As the distance between the two sides grew further and further, Gyokko, feeling somewhat smug, burst into laughter.
"You can't catch me, come on, come and chase your Gyokko Grandpa."
"Yeah?"
With a cold laugh, the Scribe then brandished his sword.
A massive blade of light appeared and headed straight for the Gyokko.
Its speed far surpassed any of the previous attacks.
"What kind of move is that?"
The Scribe had never seen this move before, and for a moment, Gyokko was also somewhat confused.
Wherever the blade's edge touched, whether it was trees or rocks, everything was shattered.