Come for Revenge!

Obanai Iguro glared at Hiruma, the table leg in his hand practically throbbing with anticipation. If it weren't for the major enemy right in front of them, he would have definitely beaten him to death.

Why are you provoking the enemy by pointing at me?

The next moment, Hiruma turned into a flash of crimson gold lightning and dashed towards Bakotsu, leaving behind only a defiant declaration.

"Don't mind me, I'm just distracting the enemy!"

"Tch, you bastard!" Iguro cursed at Hiruma.

The instant Hiruma closed in on Bakotsu, he unleashed five crimson-gold slashes at speeds invisible to the naked eye. The five slashes connected end-to-end, forming a larger lightning-shaped slash before Bakotsu.

Thunder Breath: Second Form: Rice Spirit.

As the thunderclap approached, Bakotsu remained unfazed. Its spinal bone whip spun around it, deflecting Hiruma's attack.

Simultaneously, a pale, gaunt fist shot towards Hiruma's face, the terrifying force of the punch making it difficult for him to breathe.

The air exploded, and an invisible vortex swept past Hiruma's cheek, leaving numerous cracks on the ground behind him.

This was Bakotsu's Blood Demon Art, Wind Fist.

After a brief exchange, Hiruma created distance from Bakotsu. The demon was strong, but Hiruma only grew more excited; only powerful enemies could foster growth.

Moreover, this guy was an enemy of Shinobu's, which made Hiruma really want to kill it.

"I take back what I said earlier, you're worthy of being eaten by me!" Seeing that Hiruma could dodge its Wind Fist in an instant, Bakotsu looked at him with newfound respect and decided to go all out.

"Very well, I want to kill you even more!"

Hiruma's gaze turned fiery, like boiling magma, his fighting spirit surging.

Thunder Breath: Third Form: Swarm of Mosquitoes Becomes Thunder.

He stomped his foot, cracking the ground beneath him. The next second, with stones flying, Hiruma appeared instantly.

He moved at extreme speeds around Bakotsu, leaving behind waves of crimson-gold lightning wherever he passed.

Heh.

This pervert is ridiculously strong!

Is this guy really the same age as me?

Iguro discarded the broken wooden table, which was less than a quarter intact, his heart filled with emotion.

This level of combat was beyond his ability to intervene, fueling his desire for strength, to become stronger than Hiruma and kill more demons.

In the blink of an eye, the rolling thunder and Hiruma's moving figure formed a prison of lightning, which began to shrink towards Bakotsu.

At the same time, high-temperature slashes were continuously swung at Bakotsu, the relentless attacks like a never-ending waltz.

Bakotsu let out a scornful laugh, grabbing one end of its spinal bone whip and swinging it wildly, even managing to comment.

"Human brat, interesting!"

The bone whip's speed increased, and in an instant, a cocoon formed of wind met the crimson-gold lightning.

The clanging sounds echoed continuously, like an impassioned symphony. Sword lights flashed, whips swung, and sparks from colliding metal scattered in the air, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The duel between the human and the demon was dazzling, and suddenly, the white wind cocoon exploded, and a black, single-horned demon head charged directly at Hiruma.

Unfortunately, it missed. Hiruma dodged it with his keen senses.

However, under such dense wind blades, his body was covered in bloody marks, and his clothes were torn into shreds, making him look quite disheveled.

Bakotsu was also not unscathed. Its body bore charred cuts, noticeably deeper than Hiruma's.

In this exchange, it was at a disadvantage.

The smell of blood spread, and Bakotsu sniffed, immediately showing a refreshed, invigorating expression. It was Rare Blood, and a prized specimen at that.

What an unexpected gain.

Not far away, Shinobu Kocho witnessed the entire process. Looking at the bloodstains on Hiruma's body, her anger subsided considerably.

To Hiruma, she was just a stranger. After spending only a few hours together, why was he doing this for her?

"Tendo, I don't..."

Kocho's lips trembled. She regretted it. She didn't want to drag others into her hatred, nor did she want him to get hurt because of it.

"Shinobu, I'm fine. I'll help you get revenge!"

Tendo Hiruma interrupted Kocho and charged at Bakotsu again.

Idiot!

Bakotsu cursed inwardly. I am a demon. The biggest difference between a demon and a human is regeneration. Even if this guy has strength, his stamina isn't infinite.

How foolish. He could have easily escaped.

The next second, its pupils widened in shock because the bloodstains on Hiruma's body had already scabbed over.

Is this guy also a demon?

Is he one of us?

Bakotsu was confused. How could a human possess such regenerative abilities?

The moment it froze, Hiruma, who had leaped high, was like a shooting star of crimson gold. Centered on him, countless crimson-gold slashes erupted.

Thunder Breath: Sixth Form - Electric Roar Thunder Roar.

In an instant, the wind from the blade pierced Bakotsu's body, and blood splattered everywhere.

By the time Bakotsu came to its senses, Hiruma was already behind it, and its limbs had been severed.

But the Spine Snake moved on its own. Bakotsu used its last ounce of strength to aim for Hiruma's heart. With its body half its original height, it revealed a victor's smile.

I won!

After all, he's just an arrogant brat. How dare he turn his back on an enemy.

Just as it thought everything was over, a battered wooden table crashed down from mid-air, turning into a pile of splinters. The Spine Snake was smashed down again.

"You useless bum! What can you do besides eat and show off!"

Obanai muttered as he dusted off his hands. He kicked the limb-less Bakotsu away.

Hiruma glanced at Obanai and grinned cheekily, saying, "Isn't that what you're here for!"

"Just die next time, hmph!" Obanai turned his head away and cursed.

Bakotsu's limbs were still slowly growing back. Since it hadn't eaten a human in a month, its stamina was almost depleted, and its regenerative abilities had significantly weakened.

Otherwise, it would never have been defeated by a mere brat.

It could only blame its picky eating habits. Indeed, being a picky eater is a bad habit.

Hiruma plunged a sword into Bakotsu's heart, severely wounding it. He patted its mouth and taunted, "Young demon, you should eat your fill before going out next time!"

"But there won't be a next time!"

"Human, why didn't you sever my neck?"

As soon as Bakotsu finished speaking, five flashes of blade light streaked past. Its unrecovered limbs were severed once more, and its body was split in two.

This time, it was completely crippled and wouldn't be able to recover for at least a short while.

The spilled demon blood slowly trickled down his forehead, dyeing half of Hiruma's face red. Under the silver moonlight, it looked somewhat terrifying.

He didn't answer. He just gripped his sword and walked step by step towards the Kocho sisters.

If it were any other time, he would have severed the demon's neck immediately. But not today.

Because his enemy was right here. Hiruma did all this so that Shinobu could personally slay her enemy, which would at least bring her some peace of mind.

He slowly walked up to Shinobu Kocho, handed her the gleaming cold blade in his hand, and a brilliant, radiant smile bloomed on his face. He said gently, "Come and get your revenge!"