Mr. Shishu

If a concentrated attack on one point fails, then a multi-pronged attack approach should be adopted.

Akaza's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already to the left of the Scribe.

He kicked out hard, but was hit in the ankle again.

Feeling the pain, Akaza had no choice but to change position again.

Left side, right side, front left, back right, top.

Its trajectory is elusive, like a fleeting shooting star, difficult to grasp.

No matter how swift Akaza's attacks were, the Scribe would block them all using the same method.

"Blood Demon Art * Foot Style * Crown Cut First"

It suddenly swung up from below and behind him, like a heavy iron hammer, and kicked towards the Scribe's head.

Akaza had high hopes for this long-planned attack.

However, the Scribe still managed to block it with the back of his knife.

Why did you do that?!

Akaza had already realized that the Scribe was refusing to let loose, roared, jumped back a few steps, and shouted.

Why don't you show your true strength?!

The Scribe didn't speak, but just watched him silently.

With a twitch at the Akaza leaned forward slightly, his face contorted in a fierce expression.

"Since you're unwilling, then just die like this!"

With a stomp of his right foot, his body flew into the air.

He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard against the top of the Scribe's head.

"Blood Demon Art * Shattering Style * Thousand Leaves Flash Willow"

The Scribe slightly raised his head, held the Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of him, and blocked the attack.

With one attack and one defense, the ground beneath the Scribe's feet cracked like leaf patterns the instant they collided.

With a series of cracking sounds, the entire platform could no longer withstand the attack and shattered into several pieces.

The Scribe and the Akaza also fell to the ground.

Shinri Masato's side.

"You mean, the Scribe has already engaged that guy in combat?"

"Yes, sir, the former Upper Rank Three Akaza has already clashed with the Scribe."

"Okay, I understand."

The real person waved his hand, indicating that Feng could leave.

But Feng stood still, his face showing obvious hesitation.

The real person glanced at it and said.

What do you want to ask?

"My lord, could you tell me about Akaza and the Soryu Dojo?"

Feng nodded slightly, her voice also somewhat weak.

"All I know is that he was once the head of the Soryu Dojo, but things are clearly not that simple."

"Tell you?"

The man thought for a moment, then nodded and said.

"That works too. Anyway, there's no need to hide it now."

"Akaza is not only the head of the Soryu Dojo, but also an extremely special case."

"Under normal circumstances, humans retain some of their original appearance after being transformed into demons."

At this point, the man paused, seemingly deep in thought.

"But when Akaza was transformed into a demon, he was clearly an old man with white hair, but he turned young again and regained his youthful appearance."

"Muzan was somewhat curious about such a special being, and Akaza later became Upper Rank Three."

"Later, I defeated him through Rank-Swap Blood Battle, but when I tried to devour him, he escaped."

Hearing this, Feng was somewhat confused.

Because of these things, it has nothing to do with the Soryu Dojo.

The real man understood Feng's meaning and a sly smile appeared on his face.

"Seriously injured, he instinctively returned to the Soryu Dojo."

"At that time, Su Ryu was holding a banquet, so Akaza killed all of them."

"If it weren't for the good fortune of a human child escaping, the history of Su Liu would have been cut off long ago."

Seeing the look of shock on Feng's face, the Master spoke again.

"You and Futaba were also beaten to the Akaza while visiting the grave of the senior of the Soryu Dojo."

"If I hadn't discovered it and turned it into a ghost, it would have died long ago."

Chapter 622 The Mister Scribe

What followed didn't catch Kaede and Futaba's attention, because they had lost most of their memories from before they became demons.

On the contrary, Asatsuru's pupils contracted to their maximum after hearing these words.

She never imagined that the history of Su Liu would be like this.

The culprit who destroyed Su Liu's glory turned out to be the same person who caused his parents' disappearance.

The demon fighting the Mister Scribe was none other than the former Upper Rank Three, Akaza.

This kind of demon is also his ancestor, Hakuji!

The brain received too much information in a short period of time, which made Asatsuru's mind a little overwhelmed.

"Little girl, how did you hear that?"

At this moment, the real person looked at Asatsuru and said.

"Is it a little upsetting, or a little hard to understand?"

Asatsuru didn't speak, but stared at Masato with cold eyes.

The real person didn't bother arguing with a teenage girl, after all, she was going to die soon.

"Alright, you just stay here obediently and wait with me for the Scribe's death."

"What did you say? Even if Hakuji's ancestor was strong, he couldn't possibly defeat the Mister Scribe!"

"I never said that Akaza could beat the Scribe."

The real person shook his finger, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly into Asatsuru's eyes.

"All I need is for them to 'get along well'."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a light appeared in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the Gyokko appeared.

"Brain food?"

Somewhat hesitant, the real person still tentatively asked a question.

"It's me, don't be nervous, Shinri Masato."

"Gyokko" nodded and said.

"This body is highly repulsive, so the plan must be carried out as soon as possible."

"The sooner the better. How are your preparations going?"

"If possible, let's begin the final steps now."

Nodding, Shinri Masato indicated that he had no problem.

"Then let's begin."

"Gyokko" snapped its fingers, and immediately a large number of figures appeared behind it.

The dark mass of people were all parasites.

There were also many boxes next to these parasites. The boxes were well sealed, so it was impossible to tell what was inside.

"I'm starting."

After saying that, "Gyokko" began to activate its Blood Demon Art.

A large number of spell-summoned creatures appeared on the platform, and at a glance, they were all Muscle Goldfish.

After the summoning was complete, "Gyokko" commanded the Muscle Goldfish to come to the box and swallow it.

After swallowing the box, the Muscle Goldfish did not crush and digest it; instead, it carefully protected it.

Looking at this bizarre scene before him, Asatsuru felt increasingly uneasy.

"What exactly is inside the box?"

After the group of Muscle Goldfish finishes eating the box, they will walk up to the real person.

The real person simply waved his hand, and the Muscle Goldfish slowly disappeared.

"Dead? No, that can't be!"

As Asatsuru watched the disappearing Muscle Goldfish, her brain began to work frantically, trying to figure out what Masato and the others were planning.

But in the end, she still failed.

As time went on, more and more Muscle Goldfish were summoned, and a large number of boxes were swallowed and preserved.

In the end, all the boxes brought by the parasitic army ended up inside the goldfish's belly.

Shinri Masato also "erased" all traces of the goldfish.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Upon hearing Asatsuru's voice, Masato turned around and looked at her, saying with some confusion.

"Isn't it obvious? We're figuring out a way to get rid of the Scribe."

"What's inside the box? Tell me quickly!"

Do you think I would?

Leaning down, Shinri Masato pinched Asatsuru's chin with his hand and lifted her head.

"Little girl, even the strongest swordsman can die from the fruits of technology."

Having said that, the master waved his hand and said loudly.

"Let's go and see the touching scene between the Scribe and Akaza."

The Scribe.

"Destructive Death * Eight-Layered Demon Core"

Akaza attacked the same spot from all directions eight times in total, showing no mercy as he struck at the Scribe.

But the Scribe simply jumped back and dodged the terrifying blow.

"Destructive Death!"

As the Scribe leaped into the air, Akaza's eyes lit up.

After spending so much time, he finally achieved his goal.

Once the Compass Needle is summoned again, snowflake-like patterns begin to appear on Akaza, centered on itself.

"Final move* Azure Silver Barrage!"

In just a moment, hundreds of air bullets were launched.