There was a hint of reprimand in his words, but more than that, there was a sense of helplessness.
"Shut up!"
Akaza glared, seemingly unwilling to hear such words.
"I must fight! Only through constant fighting can I become stronger!"
The Scribe didn't speak, but simply bent his fingers again.
"Go to hell!"
Charging forward once more, this time Akaza abandoned his few remaining moments of underestimation.
When the distance between them closed to within one meter, he suddenly changed his move.
The right fist that had been thrown out was retracted, and instead, the right foot stepped forward.
With a thud, a large crater was created in the ground.
Then he raised his left arm and slammed his elbow into the Scribe's chin.
Faced with this sudden change of tactics, the Scribe was not in a hurry.
He tilted his head back, narrowly avoiding the barrage of elbows.
Using the force of leaning back, the Scribe's body also leaned backward.
Like a crescent moon, it demonstrates the ultimate in flexibility.
The moment his legs lifted, he kicked out like a spring, striking Akaza's chest three times in succession.
"Cough~"
Akaza felt as if he had been pierced by a spear. He instinctively jumped back a few steps and looked down.
He fell silent after discovering the three red dots on his chest.
"The true teachings of the Soryu Dojo, Crescent Moon Strike."
After straightening his body, the Scribe assumed his stance for the third time.
"Want to come again?"
"I refuse to accept this!"
With the flames in his eyes burning brighter, Akaza charged forward again, attempting to defeat the Scribe with his skills.
But this time, he still lost.
The fourth attempt failed.
The fifth time...
Sixth...
No...
Akaza doesn't know how many times he has failed, nor how much he has been hurt.
But after each failure, he would launch the next attack in perfect condition.
Because he is a ghost.
It possesses unlimited stamina and extreme recovery ability.
No matter how many times Akaza fails, it's acceptable.
On the other hand, the Scribe's forehead was already covered in beads of sweat.
The humans in front of me seem tired.
As soon as the thought popped into his head, Akaza wanted to launch another attack.
But then he realized that he had already used all the techniques he knew.
Every time, I fail.
And each time, the humans in front of him would adopt the same posture, waiting for him.
"Should we wear this human down?"
Akaza shuddered as soon as the thought crossed his mind.
I enjoy fighting against strong opponents, so how could I have such thoughts?
"It's all this human's fault! It's all this guy's doing!"
His eyes met the Scribe's, and flames of rage burned in his pupils.
"I admit that I am not as skilled as you, but I still have Blood Demon Art. Let me show you the power of Blood Demon Art!"
With one step, it smashed a large hole in the ground.
"Technique Deployment"
A faint light emanated from Akaza's feet, spreading outwards in snowflake-like patterns.
In the blink of an eye, the entire platform was completely filled.
"Destructive Death Compass Needle!"
Akaza's face was filled with confidence after using the core skill of his Blood Demon Art.
Next, he planned to use his strongest attack to finish off this annoying guy in front of him.
"Destructive Death * Final Form * Blue Silver..."
Just as Akaza was preparing to unleash his full power, he suddenly stopped.
"Is your heart hurting?"
With an incredulous expression on his face, he clutched his heart.
"I'm a ghost, so why, why does my heart hurt!"
Suddenly looking up, Akaza stared at the Scribe and roared.
"Was this your doing? Tell me, human!"
Who exactly are you!?
Upon hearing this, the Scribe smiled faintly.
"I am your master."
Chapter 621 Akaza's Past
"Master?"
Akaza shuddered upon hearing those two words, as if he had remembered something.
But soon, the confusion on his face gradually faded.
A fierce look appeared on his face, and he said angrily.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
After saying that, Akaza rushed towards the Scribe.
"Destructive Death Ransiki!"
As he sped along, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the Scribe's chest.
It moved so fast that only afterimages could be seen in the air.
Despite Akaza's attack, the Scribe's face remained completely calm.
He gripped the Nichirin Blade in his hand and slashed down fiercely.
"Pfft"
The Nichirin Blade collided with the fist, then easily severed the flesh and bones.
With the force of the forward swing, the blade continued to slash towards Akaza's shoulder.
"Burst!"
Akaza was surprised to see his Blood Demon Art severed, but he also revealed a sinister smile.
The next second, a light shone on the fist, and then it exploded.
Amidst the billowing black smoke, Akaza leaped back, awaiting his next opportunity.
He was confident that this attack would severely injure the human.
However, the Scribe's voice came from behind him.
What are you looking at?
The hairs on Akaza's body stood on end. He turned his Akaza and saw a Nichirin Blade slashing toward his head.
"So fast!"
Akaza wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
Just as the blade was about to sever his head, the Nichirin Blade suddenly flipped over, turning the back of the blade towards Akaza.
With a loud bang, Akaza's body flew backward.
After crashing heavily to the ground, he paused for only a second before jumping up.
"Destructive Death * Kuushiki!"
He unleashed Six Flashes with his fists into the void, the air exploding around the Scribe like cannonballs.
"What just happened?"
Clutching his neck, Akaza muttered to himself as he repaired the bones in his neck.
"Just now, that guy clearly had a chance to cut off my head, why did he suddenly change his tactics?"
Just as he was wondering, the image of a man suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Hakuji, go and get me that medicine jar."
"Hakuji, have you gone out to fight again?"
"Hakuji,..."
Akaza's pupils contracted, and he clutched his head, a look of disbelief on his face.
Are these my memories?
She clearly didn't recognize the man in her mind, yet she felt a strange sense of familiarity with him.
And this feeling of familiarity was also something I had felt from that human from before.
"I am Akaza, not Hakuji."
Gritting his teeth, Akaza stood up and shouted loudly.
"Human, come out now! I know that last move didn't kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe stepped out from the explosion that had occurred in the Kuushiki.
"You've gotten stronger."
With a faint smile still on his face, Scribe said.
"But we also lost a lot."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
Suddenly lunging forward, Akaza raised his body and kicked the Scribe hard.
"Destructive Death * Foot Style * Flowing Flash Swarm Light"
One kick followed by another, like a flash of light exploding.
Under such a fierce kick, the Scribe simply raised his Nichirin Blade and struck out with the back of the blade.
Each strike neutralized one of Akaza's kicks.
After several attempts, Akaza realized that this tactic was ineffective against the Scribe.
"Destructive Death * Foot Style * Hishoryusen Senrin"