A Matter of Life and Death: One Sword Strike Slays a Demon / One Strike Each: The Disciples Are Wiped Out

Excluding the thirteen I killed myself, there are probably around twenty left.

Just as he was about to leave, the skeleton in front of him suddenly caught the Scribe's attention.

Akiyama.

He deduced the identity of the person from the fragments of clothing on the skeleton.

Akiyama is dead, so where is Imamura now?

After observing his surroundings, the Scribe finally spotted the room whose door had been smashed.

After a few leaps, he appeared outside the room.

A faint trace of life remained in the room, which clearly belonged to Imamura.

But besides that, there was another scent that he was extremely familiar with.

Kokushibo!

His eyes widened instantly; at that moment, the Scribe understood everything.

Everything that happened in the Swordsmanship Dojo was probably related to him.

It's likely that he orchestrated the demonization of Imamura and his disciples.

The right hand holding the knife made a creaking sound, and the Scribe frowned, his expression gradually turning cold.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

What is Imamura doing now that he has become a demon?

If he ate the Akiyama for its high nutritional value, what will be his next goal after gaining immense power?

Could it be that...

A bad feeling arose, and without the slightest hesitation, Scribe ran directly towards the direction of Soryu Dojo.

Ghosts are violent, cold-blooded, and selfish creatures, and their enemies during human times are their primary prey.

The humans whom Imamura resented were undoubtedly those who had rendered him Scribe.

In other words, after his transformation into a demon, he is very likely to go to the Soryu Dojo in order to seek revenge.

If I were there, it would be fine, but there isn't a single person in the dojo who is qualified to fight.

This is a death countdown!

Chapter 83 Life and Death, One Sword Destroys a Ghost

On the other side, just as the Scribe had thought, the demonized Imamura was heading towards the Soryu Dojo.

Having obtained ample nourishment, revenge has become his primary objective at this stage.

Scribe, Hakuji, Keizo, none of you will escape.

His lips curled into a wild grin, and Imamura's bloodshot eyes were filled with a bloodlust for killing.

He wanted to tear those three to shreds and grind their bones to dust.

Only in this way can Koyuki know that he is the strongest and the most suitable for her.

Laughing loudly, Imamura turned around and walked to the front of the Soryu Dojo.

He raised the knife high, then swung it down suddenly.

With the power of the demon, a visible shockwave appeared along with the falling sword and slammed into the gate of the Soryu Dojo.

The howling wind transformed into a small whirlwind, stirring up billowing dust.

Inside the dojo, Tamayo also noticed that something was wrong outside.

As a member of the demons, she naturally noticed Imamura's arrival.

Upon sensing the attack, Tamayo's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Everyone, get out of here right now!

Without thinking, she shouted to Hakuji and the others.

The other three were stunned upon hearing this.

The banquet was at its climax; wouldn't it be a Tamayo to ask them to leave now?

Keizo's mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

However, a piercing explosion interrupted him.

The shockwave smashed the dojo's gate, tearing it to pieces.

The remaining impact even rushed directly into the room where Tamayo and the others were, destroying the entire room.

In an instant, the room was reduced to ruins as if a giant bomb had been detonated.

Cough, cough.

Hakuji removed a piece of wood from his body and crawled out from under the rubble.

He brushed the dust off his face and was then stunned by what he saw.

Not far away, a life form that looked like a monster was slowly walking towards him.

What is that?

Upon seeing a demon for the first time, Hakuji couldn't help but swallow hard to ease his anxiety.

That's a ghost, a ghost like me, something that shouldn't exist in this world.

Tamayo's voice rang out from not far away. Turning his head, Hakuji saw her helping Koyuki walk over.

Koyuki was not injured, but it was impacted and looked a little dirty and messy.

Tamayo's situation was much worse; she had a hole in her left eye and her right forearm was missing.

Behind the two, there was Keizo, clutching his swollen arm and gritting his teeth.

It appears that he also suffered considerable damage from the attack just now.

Upon hearing Tamayo's words, Hakuji's mind went blank for a brief moment.

He didn't understand what Tamayo meant by "ghost," nor did he understand why she could stand in front of him and speak despite being so badly injured.

Shaking his head, Hakuji knew that now was not the time to think about these things.

You all run! I'll go stop him!

Patting his chest, Hakuji declared that he would hold off the monster so that Tamayo and the others could leave quickly.

However, a hand grabbed his arm.

Looking back, I saw the frail Tamayo.

Hakuji never expected that Tamayo, who looked so frail, would possess such strength.

Even a young man who had practiced martial arts for many years felt like a fledgling in her hands.

What shocked Hakuji even more was that the other person's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It healed completely in a short time.

If it weren't for the blood still visible on the wound, Hakuji would probably have thought he had misread it.

At that moment, he realized that Tamayo had not lied.

Neither of them were human, but rather another kind of life form: ghosts.

You can't defeat him. If your wounds get wet with the Demon Blood, you'll become one of them.

Although Tamayo didn't know if the other party could turn humans into demons, in terms of strength alone, Hakuji was no match for it.

But, Miss Tamayo, how can I let you take such a risk!

Ignoring Tamayo's advice, Hakuji pulled his arm away and prepared to rush forward.

Do you really intend to disregard Koyuki and Keizo?

Tamayo's voice rang out again, like a hammer blow that struck Hakuji's heart.

Upon hearing this, Hakuji froze in place.

Komaji glanced at the injured Keizo, the tearful Koyuki, and then at Tamayo, Hakuji fists clenched involuntarily.

On one side is the family of the person she loves, and on the other side are her benefactor, her master, and even her adoptive parents.

Hakuji clenched his teeth, unsure of which option to choose.

Just then, Imamura's voice came over.

Fear it, be afraid, be terrified of my power, surrender!

After saying that, Imamura strode forward with his massive body.

Move aside!

Pushing Hakuji aside, Tamayo slashed her own arm.

Bewitching Blood * Visual Dream Fragrance

The sweet, cloying scent filled the air, and after inhaling it, Imamura felt his mind become somewhat sluggish.

I saw some patterns I'd never seen before, and my eyelids felt heavy.

Is this guy a ghost too?

Imamura instantly recognized Tamayo's identity. Although he didn't know this guy he was meeting for the first time, he knew that the other party was his enemy.

He activated his Blood Demon Art, and the patterns on his face immediately lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles in his body began to twist and turn, and layers of white substance turned outwards.

With each step he takes, a layer of white substance covers his body.

Ten steps later, a thick layer of bone armor appeared.

Your poison has no effect on me!

A deep voice came from inside the bone armor, and Imamura's words were full of pride.

Bone armor is formed by the outward expansion of one's own bones, and it has considerable toughness and resistance.

To some extent, one can also change the density of the bone armor to reduce air circulation.

Tamayo's Blood Demon Art had been reduced to a minimum, and Imamura then raised his sword high.

The veins on his arms bulged, and the muscles protruded like earthworms.

With this strike, he intended to smash Tamayo, Hakuji, and Keizo into Keizo pulp.

Although he didn't know why the Scribe wasn't there, Imamura could already imagine the miserable state the other party would be in after discovering that his friend had been smashed to pieces.

He glanced at Koyuki, his eyes behind the bone armor filled with excitement and arrogance.

See that? That's me, Jing.

Before he could finish speaking, Flame Slash several meters high, with the force of a wildfire, suddenly appeared and engulfed the charging Imamura.

Ahhh!

A burning sensation, countless times more painful than when he was transformed into a demon, spread throughout his body, and Imamura's eyes felt as if they were about to bulge out.

In a mere second, the pain made him abandon the idea of attacking.

Driven by the will to survive, Imamura lay on the ground, rolling around desperately, trying to extinguish the flames.

But this flame was like a persistent, insidious infection, relentlessly burning his flesh, meridians, and blood.

Flames raged, and his soul was about to be burned to ashes.

Just before everything went black, Imamura saw a familiar figure.

Chapter 84 One sword, one disciple; all are wiped out.