Are You Happy?

"Although I'm not particularly interested in you... well, I'll start with you."

Almost the instant Oboro assumed an attack stance, he had already flashed in front of Doma.

The newly appointed Upper Moon Six's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoint size.

I never expected a human to be this fast.

Even compared to the previous battles with Sayuri, the Sayuri Light, the Demon Slayer Corps' Pillar-level swordsmen are worlds apart.

"Blood Demon Art: Withered Garden, Falling Snow!"

In an instant, two sharp iron fans with a metallic sheen appeared in Doma's hands, and he waved his arms, drawing a circle with himself as the center.

The biting frost swept away with the blows of the fan blades.

Besides attacking, it is also a form of self-protection.

"Very calm."

This is Oboro's assessment of Doma; in this respect alone, he is far superior to Mireimaru.

The latter possesses a wealth of combat experience and knows which moves are most appropriate to deal with different situations.

However... Doma's counterattack ultimately had no effect.

Oboro's staff was already ablaze with flames, radiating extreme heat that completely melted the thick ice crystals that had scattered... without affecting Oboro's body in the slightest.

The fan struck the wooden stick heavily, but failed to break the wooden stick.

Doma noticed a slight change in Oboro's wrist as their weapons clashed. Oboro skillfully deflected the force of Doma's strike and, by rotating the angle, managed to dodge the thin line formed by the fan blade.

It was incredibly smooth and covered the fan surface.

"Blood Demon Art: Vine Lotus!" Doma's mind raced, and in an instant, he created ice crystal vines to bind Hashirama.

They themselves must retreat.

"I heard... that you have been unable to understand human emotions since childhood, and you are not capable of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. Is that true?"

Before him, the man slightly raised his head, his deep eyes looking over.

With a smile on his face.

"Can't you even feel fear?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fire sword in Oboro's hand suddenly exploded with astonishing heat, as if the wooden staff itself had undergone some kind of change due to his grip strength.

Long did not use his soul power; he simply unleashed the full power of his blade to impact his target.

Bang! The drifting ice crystals melted into water vapor, and with a loud crash, the wooden staff, like a knife, struck Doma's neck.

The sheer power of that single blow caused Doma to lose his balance, and he immediately collapsed, as if falling from a thousand meters in the air, crashing heavily into the soil on the ground.

The entire courtyard trembled slightly.

Amidst the rising dust, Oboro stepped onto the figure in the pit, retracted his wooden staff, draped it over his shoulder, and commented, "You're quite good."

Inside the pit, in Doma's beautiful eyes, there was no shock, no fear... only emptiness.

But the smile on her face didn't disappear.

Sure enough... this guy really can't feel fear; the concept of fear doesn't exist in his dictionary.

A deformed soul...

Doma's soul was inherently incomplete and lacking.

But this also gave him extraordinary potential in certain areas.

"You're so strong."

Doma, pinned under Oboro's foot, was slowly recovering from the wound on his neck, which had been shattered by the Sun Breathing and the wooden staff.

Doma sighed sincerely.

That's right, by using the Sun Breathing, the power of breathing is channeled into a vessel, that is, a weapon... even if it's not Nichirin Sword, Oboro can do it.

Even if Yoriichi Tsugikuni, he might not be able to achieve this.

He used wood, not a traditional weapon.

Perhaps Yoriichi Tsugikuni could turn an ordinary samurai sword into Red Blade, but wood could never do that.

The main reason is that Oboro's understanding of 'life energy' is too profound.

The influence of higher-level worlds on lower-level worlds is almost comprehensive.

He is a virus riddled with bugs.

Oboro took a step forward, stepping over Doma's body and leaning towards Kokushibo, who was standing on the doorway, stunned.

The Sun Breathing... The moment Kokushibo sensed it, his hands and feet went numb.

Because a vague image, etched deep within his soul, surfaced in his mind.

He couldn't see the person's face, but it felt familiar... along with fear and panic.

Oboro defeated Doma with a single blow. Kokushibo's insightful observations revealed that the man could kill Doma but deliberately left him alive.

Everything happened so fast!

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

Seeing that Oboro ignored him and walked away, Doma slowly got up from the ground, staring at Oboro's back, seemingly preparing to make another move.

"You're just missing a soul, not that you don't have one... Being born human has caused you to lose some emotions, but not all of them. Even as a ghost, you still retain some basic human emotions, just very weak ones. For example, right now you have a very uncomfortable feeling inside... you hate me for treating you like this." Long didn't even turn his head, he just waved his hand.

He discerned this from the fluctuations in Doma's soul.

Doma laughed, a very happy laugh.

Just as he was about to sprint, he used Blood Demon Art to launch a sneak attack.

My brain suddenly felt swollen, as if the world was spinning, and my five senses were impaired.

He froze on the spot.

"Just stay put."

Oboro's voice came over.

Seeing him approach step by step, Kokushibo's eyes narrowed, and he immediately bent over, gathering strength in his legs.

He swung his enormous, flesh-and-blood demon sword behind him, unleashing its full power.

The demon sword Void Cry, Divine Departure, also underwent a change, with three blades growing from its original edge.

Oboro's performance was enough for him not to underestimate him, so once he made a move, he would definitely use all his strength.

"The Seventh Form: Calamitous Mirror Reflecting the Moon".

A high-speed dive!

Kokushibo leaped down from the top of the gate, and with a slash of his blade, several cutting strikes came hurtling through the air.

Not only did it lock onto Oboro, but it also took into account all the spaces he could possibly hide in, including the surrounding ground.

Every slash, in terms of both power and range, appeared extremely weak in comparison.

However, even this seemingly perfect attack was easily neutralized by Oboro.

Although Kokushibo's sword power was terrifying, in Oboro's eyes, it was full of loopholes.

The most obvious point is that there is no true full coverage.

There's still room...

Any gap is a weakness.

As Long approached the slash, the blade seemed to strike him, but no blood was drawn.

This is an illusion.

The reason is that just as the blade was about to hit, Oboro used her micro-management footwork to dodge and then instantly returned to her original position, making it look like she hadn't moved at all.

However, Kokushibo, as the strongest member of the Twelve Kizuki, was not so easy to deal with. After his slash, he landed on top of Oboro and began to attack.

Relying on the advantage of its massive blade and weapon, combined with superb swordsmanship, it engaged in a fierce battle with Oboro.

Oboro's wooden staff was too small and fragile; it would break if it touched the blade even slightly. Therefore, just like when he fought against the Pillar-level swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, such as Shijing and Tanjuro, he was purely using 'skill' to exchange blows with Kokushibo's golden spear.

"Huh?"

But what Linglong didn't expect was that his skills... didn't seem to give him much of an advantage when facing Kokushibo.

The enemy quickly observed his battle position and reacted accordingly.

Bang! Moments later, Kokushibo's demonic sword pressed heavily on Oboro's wooden staff, increasing its force and causing Oboro's arm to bend, blocking the terrifying blade less than ten centimeters away from her.

Kokushibo's ugly face loomed closer, scrutinizing Oboro, and he coldly uttered, "You don't know how to use a knife."

"Yes."

Long responded.

A small splinter of wood broke off from his wooden staff, which was about to be chopped off.

While his "techniques" are divine, they are ultimately released through a "sword," resulting in a weakened effect. He can't toy with Kokushibo like he could with the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. After all, Kokushibo has lived for hundreds of years, and his experiences and combat skills are considerable.

In addition, a demon of Kokushibo's caliber has physical attributes far superior to his, so Oboro is still at a significant disadvantage.

The most crucial reason is physical strength.

Without using the power of the soul, the body is the driving force behind everything.

Skills are also built upon attributes.

Furthermore, he didn't use Fire Breathing again; he wanted to see what level Yoriichi Tsugikuni brother was at.

Now I understand.

"Since you put it that way, then... I won't use the knife." Suddenly, Oboro released the wooden staff and automatically threw away the weapon.

His action startled Kokushibo.

Immediately, Kokushibo realized with a start that the man before him had changed! His aura had changed.

At that moment, a thought automatically flashed through his mind: the knife... wasn't a means to enhance this person's strength; on the contrary, it seemed to seal away a part of his power! Crack crack

Immediately afterward, in Kokushibo's vision, the man's entire body trembled violently, as if by a thunderous explosion. His entire back and muscles spread out like wings, and the black haori on his body suddenly trembled wildly.

Furthermore, the man's body temperature rose rapidly, and a large amount of heat gushed out from under his clothes.

Long's eyes, gleaming with a cold light, stared directly at the enemy before him.

"This is the first time I've been even slightly serious... I hope you... can help me rediscover some of that feeling from back then."

God Fist!

Upon hearing this, Kokushibo instinctively felt goosebumps rise all over his body, and his hair stood on end.

"Eighth Form: Moon Halo, Turning Tail!"

Hei Shimu shouted.

He poured all his power into the demon sword in his hand, causing a crescent-shaped radiance to erupt.

However, the moment the sword flashed, he was struck as if by a heavy blow, coughing up blood and losing focus in his eyes.

A fist shattered his blade's power, leaving a shocking hole in his chest. It not only ripped apart his internal organs but also left his entire upper body covered only by skin and flesh.

Even the skeleton was broken.

Moreover, the power generated by this One-Punch Man did not diminish as it went on.

The gate and walls behind it were also blasted away.

Kokushibo's wounds regenerated rapidly, but at that moment, Oboro's large hand reached out and grabbed his hair.

"Don't rush... take your time."

After saying that, he lowered his arm, and Kokushibo found that he was completely unable to resist this violence, and his entire face was smashed directly to the ground.

How could a human possess such power?

This was the only thing he could think of.

Bang bang bang.

What happened next was very simple.

Doma, who was standing nearby, witnessed the tragedy firsthand.

In his eyes, the Upper Moon One, with unparalleled power and high above, was being brutally beaten by a human, with no strength left to resist.

The scenes are cruel, bloody, and extremely impactful.

In Oboro's hands, Kokushibo was no longer a punching bag, but a broken rag doll that could be trampled at will.

Possessing Muzan's bloodline and being a demon, her astonishing regeneration and recovery abilities simply couldn't keep up with the speed at which she was destroyed by men.

"So beautiful..."

Doma couldn't help but say something with a smile.

This was a kind of beauty he had never discovered before.

Oboro's mansion was very large, and the area where he taught Kokushibo was only a small space, but the power he displayed had a wide reach, causing some of the carefully arranged rocks and gardens in the courtyard to become messy.

A few minutes later, Oboro grabbed Kokushibo, whose face was covered in blood, with one hand and pulled him in front of her.

The latter's body was riddled with wounds... Strangely enough, the injuries could not be healed.

"This is the first time I've enjoyed even a little bit of the fun of fighting since I recovered."

"And you? Are you happy?"

Long asked with a soft laugh.

Although his physical strength is not as good as when Hunter x Hunter, and he is far from using his full strength right now, the damage he caused should not be so small.

If it were Hunter x Hunter, it would definitely be even more amazing than it is now.

The main problem is that it is subject to 'global restrictions'.

In lower worlds, energy compatibility is relatively limited.

However, even so... it was already beyond the comprehension of Kokushibo and Doma.

Smack

Oboro released his grip, and Kokushibo's mangled body fell to the ground.

"I'm a little tired, I'm going to take a nap. You two stay here for now."

She stretched her shoulders, bent down to pick up the fallen haori, and walked back into the house.

"..."

Doma was unable to move, and Kokushibo was unable to recover his body and could only lie there.

Before arriving, the two had never imagined they would be in this situation.

"Hmm... what should we do?"

"Senior... do you have any ideas?"

"It looks like we're going to die here..."

Doma looked at the disheveled Kokushibo and asked in a cheerful tone.

Kokushibo completely ignored him.

It was as if he was still in a state of shock and bewilderment.