Burning with Rage, He Cuts Down an Upper Rank with One Strike
In his view, he was merely narrating a story.
But as he described more and more of Upper Rank Three, the Scribe's expression grew increasingly somber.
By the way, it seems he suffered a severe injury when he became a demon, but I'm not entirely sure about that.
As he spoke, Doma pointed to his own head.
Also, he doesn't seem to eat women or doctors, what a strange guy.
Holding a fan in his right hand, Doma patted his left hand and put on a thoughtful expression.
As for his name, I think it's Akaza, and when he was human, he was called Hakuji.
As soon as he finished speaking, Doma suddenly sensed that something was wrong with the air around him.
The Scribe in front of him turned ashen-faced, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
Ahh~
Feeling the violent and terrifying aura emanating from the Scribe, Doma was filled with astonishment.
In his view, the Mister Scribe always gave off a charming yet gentle feeling.
Even when it reveals a terrifying aura, it is only like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.
How could it be like this now, with the breath emanating from my whole body seemingly suffocating me?
It was as if the sun god, walking among men, was enraged and wanted to burn everything to ashes.
As the Scribe unleashed his full power, the Nichirin Blade in his hand and the Demon Slayer Mark on his body changed.
The temperature of the Nichirin Blade continued to rise, and the surrounding air became somewhat distorted due to the high temperature.
The crimson color deepened continuously, eventually turning into incandescent white.
The Demon Slayer Mark on his body seemed to come alive, and his dragon claws and body twisted and contorted with the vibrations of the air.
His facial muscles trembled uncontrollably with anger, and his body was pounding with rage.
Suddenly looking up, the Scribe roared.
Oh no, it's terrible!
Chapter 113 Burning Fury, One Sword Cuts Upper Rank
With a roar, rings of flames erupted from the Scribe's center.
Upon sensing the intense heat emanating from ahead, Doma's expression changed.
As an ice demon, he inherently hates high temperatures.
It was fortunate that I hadn't faced the Scribe head-on before, as it was still within my tolerance range.
But now, the Scribe seemed to have fallen into a rage because he couldn't understand the reason, and the flames that erupted were incomparable to those before.
To defend himself, Doma had no choice but to use his Blood Demon Art.
Blood Demon Art * Frozen Clouds
With a wave of the fan, a large amount of ice crystals were released in an instant, spreading forward like mist.
Wherever it went, the houses and the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of ice crystals.
However, a single Frozen Clouds was no match for the fiery attack unleashed by the Scribe.
Rings of flame swept across the land, suddenly turning it into a sea of fire.
The wood is burning, the weeds are burning, even the ice crystals are burning!
Not good!
Realizing that his attack was insufficient to withstand the attack, Doma activated the Blood Demon Art once again.
Blood Demon Art * White Princess of Freezing Heat
Two enormous white lotuses were created, each topped with a beautifully shaped upper body of a young girl.
The girl's eyes were tightly closed, and her lips, formed of ice crystals, were slightly parted.
Inhale, exhale.
In an instant, a chilling aura, as if winter had arrived, was exhaled from his mouth, clinging to the ground and rushing towards the flames.
Upon contact, the two sides emitted a large amount of white vapor.
Flames and ice intertwined, and water vapor spread out, enveloping the surroundings.
Everywhere you looked was shrouded in white mist.
At the same time, Doma's voice rang out from the white mist.
Oh dear, it seems I can't beat the Mister Scribe.
Although I would be happy to die at your hands, I don't want to die right now.
Well then, I'll be going now. Best of luck, Mr. Upper Rank Four.
These few simple words led to Doma's escape and Upper Rank Four's impending isolation in battle.
The Blood Demon Art had already been largely destroyed by the Scribe, and now another demon was going to face the Scribe. The fate of Upper Rank Four was predictable.
Although the main body still has some fighting power, the strength of the Toad Demon has dropped to its lowest point since its birth.
The Nichirin Blade was swung, and the whirlwind it created continuously blew away the surrounding white mist.
Before long, the white mist dissipated.
As the Scribe had just heard, Doma was nowhere to be seen.
Although he always thought of himself as a compassionate leader who treated his friends with utmost care, Doma was, in essence, a creature without emotions.
They don't know how to get angry, upset, or sad, nor do they know how to be happy or joyful.
Even if they occasionally show a hint of curiosity or surprise, it's just a biological instinct.
The smile on his face was merely a gesture he had deliberately imitated because he had lived a long life.
Faced with death, he sold Upper Rank Four without hesitation.
Having lost his second target, the Scribe had no choice but to set his sights on Upper Rank Four again.
Just as the Hundred Eyes Evolution was reintegrating into his body, the Toad Demon had no time to rejoice before he felt a chill run through his body.
Not far away, a figure was walking towards him.
No, no, no!
Terrified, the Toad Demon tried to flee the battlefield.
In order to save his life, he even released the Hundred-Eyed Evolution he had just retracted.
The meatball twisted and turned into a tiger, which pounced on the Scribe.
With a cold gaze, the Scribe simply swung his sword and slashed.
The two passed each other, and the tiger was instantly cut in two and fell to the ground.
Not only that, the flames on the wound also burned away the tiger's eyes.
After those eyes are destroyed, the next thing that will twist out is a giant python.
However, the Snake Demon was also killed by the Scribe with a single stroke.
Watching his Blood Demon Art being constantly destroyed by the Scribe, and his treasured eyes being destroyed one after another, the Toad Demon's large eyes were filled with terror.
At this moment, the Scribe was already standing in front of him.
Hey, don't come any closer!
His facial expression was completely distorted, and the Toad Demon's big eyes suddenly lit up.
When the light shone on Scribe, the panic on his face instantly turned into madness.
This is his most life-saving skill; any creature exposed to the light will be immobilized.
The duration of the immobilization depends on the difference in strength between the two sides.
The greater the difference in strength, the longer the immobilization time.
The Toad Demon was well aware that his strength was inferior to that of the Scribe.
Even so, he believed that his ability to immobilize someone could affect the Scribe for a period of time.
In just a few seconds, I can escape from here.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Toad Demon turned around the moment the light shone on it and began to run away into the distance.
However, after taking just one step, he suddenly felt a pain in his body.
Immediately afterwards, the Scribe's voice entered his mind.
Sun Breathing * Thirteenth Form
The thought that it couldn't have been this short-lived had just formed in the mind of the Toad Demon when everything went black before his eyes.
The severed head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then turned into ashes.
Upper Rank Four, death.
Meanwhile, Doma, who had fled the battlefield, suddenly encountered a strange group after turning a corner.
This team was well-equipped, wearing standard armor.
Although the bloodstains on the armor had dried, they still gave off a sense of carnage.
What intrigued Doma even more was that the other party didn't run away after seeing him.
You should know that I am now fully displaying the aura of Upper Rank Six.
If an ordinary person were to withstand this kind of pressure, they would probably be scared to death.
The soldiers in front of them not only showed no intention of fleeing, but instead formed a battle formation.
It seems they want to deal with me?
With a slight smile, Doma unfolded his fan.
What an interesting group of people. The food must taste pretty good.
These soldiers successfully aroused Doma's curiosity, to the point that he, who usually enjoyed eating young women, wanted to try them.
You don't seem to be human.
Just then, a rough male voice rang out from the back of the group.
Immediately afterwards, the tall figure walked out through the passage cleared by the soldiers.
That's right, this figure is Dichai.
This team consisted of his most elite soldiers.
Don't you already know in your heart whether I am human or not?
Looking at the man in front of him who exuded murderous intent, Doma subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
With a cold snort, Dichai drew his sword.
The sharp blade reflected a cold light under the moonlight, and the tip of the blade was pointed directly at Doma.
Even when provoked by humans, Doma showed no anger on his face.
Yes, but with an even more upturned smile.
Raising her right hand, Dichai said coldly.
Attack.
The moment they received the order, the soldiers who had surrounded Doma sprang forth like springs released from their slumber, leaping out of the water.
Looking at the soldiers charging towards him, Doma thought to himself.
Tonight, I can have a good, hearty meal.