Call Me Daddy

As the Infinity Castle collapsed, a blood moon hung high in the sky.

The remaining large Upper Moon demons appeared, their auras like monstrous waves from an abyss, causing the entire space to crack and bleed open.

Upper Moon One – Kokushibo – stood silently on the high platform, his aura as cold as iron.

Upper Moon Two – Doma, still wears a smile, but hides a murderous intent.

Upper Moon Six – Daki – has entered battle stance.

"How strange," Doma said with a smile, fanning himself. "The Pillars are all gathered here, and... their auras are quite different."

He had barely finished speaking!

Boom!!

The Wind Pillar, Sanemi Shinazugawa, suddenly erupted, his Chakra surging and his veins bursting, as if the eye of a storm was roaring within him.

"The Third Gate— The Gate of Life —Open!!"

A gust of wind, accompanied by a whooshing sound, swept out as Shinazugawa transformed into a gust of wind, hurtling towards Doma.

A ferocious smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his voice low and fanatical. "I've wanted to beat you faceless bastards for ages!"

With speed instantly reaching its maximum, Shinazugawa's twin swords danced, their blades drawing sharp arcs in the wind, their aura whistling.

Doma fan and twisted his wrist, instantly unleashing countless ice mirrors like raindrops from all directions.

"Ice Lotus - Thousand Mirrors!!"

The ice mirror gleamed with a cold light, covering the Shinazugawa from top to bottom, its chilling cold penetrating to the bone.

However, Shinazugawa remained completely unmoved.

He faced the ice mirror head-on, his blade flashing, the wind blades mixed with the explosive power of his Taijutsu as he slashed wildly.

"Wind Breathing, Lacquer Form, Chaotic Wind Claws!!"

The blade swept across, shattering the ice mirrors one after another with a crisp, resounding crack.

With each strike of the blade, shattered ice fragments fell like raindrops, instantly dispelling the chill.

Shinazugawa's body broke through the ice mirror's encirclement like a wild horse, his sword strikes fierce and unparalleled.

Doma was kicked so hard that he flew dozens of feet backward, blood splattering from the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't believe it and cried out in shock, "You... how has your strength increased so much?!"

Shinazugawa sneered, "Call me daddy!"

Before he finished speaking, the twin swords rose again, their flashes like a storm, slashing towards Doma.

Shinazugawa's figure exploded forward, his blade whistling through the air as he precisely slashed at every inch of Doma's exposed flesh.

"Wind Breathing - Land Form - Whirlwind Blades!"

The two swords clashed, creating countless sword shadows, and the light of the blades swirled around Doma like a whirlwind.

Doma dodged repeatedly, but Shinazugawa was too fast; his blade was almost touching him, and each strike carried a sharp wind pressure that sliced through the air.

"You piece of trash, don't even think about hiding!"

Shinazugawa roared, his twin swords flashing like a tiger descending a mountain, each strike ruthless and vicious.

Doma was forced to retreat repeatedly, and the ice mirror in his hand could no longer provide support.

Shinazugawa turned around, and his blade thrust out with deadly force.

"Wind Breathing - Final Form - Asura Shattering Wind!!!"

The blade flashed like a tornado, instantly cutting out a wide slashing surface.

Doma was swept away by a single sword strike. He screamed in agony as both arms were severed, scattering blood and flesh everywhere.

His body arched backward violently, blood gushing from his mouth, his face filled with terror.

Shinazugawa's eyes burned like fire, his steps never faltering, his blade continuing to slash head-on.

"Don't even think about running!"

Each strike was accompanied by a furious roar that cut through the air, carrying away the cold wind and blood, as if it wanted to Doma to pieces.

Doma retreated in fear, his body covered in blood, but he could not escape the pursuit of the Shinazugawa.

Shinazugawa's twin swords were as merciless as a storm, each strike like a judgment against the demon.

"This is the power of the wind pillar!"

He roared, the wind howled, and he seemed to transform into a storm, unstoppable.

Doma's defenses crumbled rapidly, and under the flash of the blade, the flame of his life gradually died out.

On the other side, the water column Giyu Tomioka, stood as steady as a rock, his eyes calm and his expression unwavering.

With Gyutaro waved his hands frantically, unleashing a barrage of blood-soaked needles, sharp as rain, which shot towards Giyu.

"Da da da--"

The blood needles whistled, shooting towards the Giyu like countless sharp arrows.

Giyu remained calm and composed, lightly touching the ground with the tip of his blade as he met the attack head-on.

His eyes were indifferent, but his muscles were tense and his breath gradually became concentrated.

Suddenly, he spoke slowly, his voice low and firm:

"Third Gate - Gate of View - Open."

Boom!!

Steam erupted from Giyu's body like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping him.

Fog filled the air, temporarily blurring visibility.

As the steam gradually dissipated, Giyu's figure suddenly appeared in front of Akaza.

"Water Breathing - Fourth Form - Tide Surge!"

Giyu threw a powerful punch, the wind from which whistled and the impact created waves.

Akaza reacted swiftly, swinging his blood-red blade to meet the attack.

"Fist Style: Annihilation Style!!!"

The two men's fists clashed, and with a loud bang, the ground trembled slightly.

The Giyu Fist is as powerful as surging waves, each move swift and fierce, each punch carrying the sharpness to cut through the air.

Akaza's aura surged, suppressed by Giyu's speed and power, and his expression changed drastically.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, their fists flashing and blades gleaming, their sword energy surging like a tide.

Giyu's punches were fierce, each punch carrying destructive power and speed, and his continuous attacks left no place to defend.

Not to be outdone, Gyutaro brandished his twin swords, blood needles gushing forth simultaneously, attempting to attack from multiple directions.

Giyu's steps were steady, his movements agile, his dodges precise, and his counterattacks sharp.

"How can you possess such power?!"

Gyutaro roared, his voice filled with horror and rage.

Giyu responded coldly, his tone filled with determination:

"Because of us--"

"Things are different now!"

The fists rose again, Giyu's figure moved like flowing water, his punches swift and fierce yet steady.

"Do you think we humans are here to fight with you?"

Each punch was powerful, like waves crashing against the shore.

"We're here to send you to hell."

Each of his punches seemed to carry the weight of a death sentence.

Fist blades and blood needles clashed repeatedly, the air filled with the sounds of explosions and the stench of blood.

Giyu, through the perfect fusion of explosive Taijutsu and Water Breathing, nearly cornered Gyutaro.

Each of his punches drew blood and disrupted his opponent's rhythm.

Gyutaro gradually showed signs of fatigue, and his movements began to slow down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Giyu delivered a powerful punch, the force of which transformed into a giant wave as it slammed into the opponent's chest.

"Boom!"

Gyutaro staggered backward, blood gushing out.

Their Giyu steps never faltered, each blow potentially fatal.

His eyes were icy cold, as if he had already sentenced the other person to death.

The battle continued, their fists and blades weaving a complex web of killing intent in the air.

Gyutaro's blood needles shattered one by one, and his blade was knocked away.

Giyu used his fists to control the entire scene and firmly maintain the initiative.

At this moment, he was no longer the silent water column of the past, but a war god reborn from the ashes.

Mist Pillar Muichiro Tokito stood still, his gaze detached and cold, drifting like willow catkins in the wind.

Kokushibo slowly drew his sword, combining the three blades into one, their edges linked, his aura raging like a storm, his killing intent chilling.

You are no match for me.

"You and my brother are worlds apart."

Muichiro closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I have never cared about talent or bloodline."

"Because I already..."

"Third Gate - Gate of View - Open."

Boom!!

A surge of energy erupted, and a radiant glow enveloped his entire body!

Muichiro vanished completely, only to reappear atop Kokushibo's head!

"Breath of Mist - Ninth Form - Final Mist Slash!!"

"--You are not my destiny!"

Three swords intersecting!

For the first time, Kokushibo showed a serious expression. He was forced back three steps, and cracks appeared on his scabbard!

"This kid..."