A Demon Slayer?
Li Ping'an's Gray Eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the young man in black whom they called a Demon Slayer with interest.
Bang! Bang!!
Clusters of crimson fireballs exploded in midair.
Like a blazing sun, they flashed in the air and vanished.
With a boom, something suddenly plummeted, like a meteor, carving a deep furrow.
It struck the ground, instantly splitting open a crack seven feet long.
A black wave of earth rose from the ground, and another sea of flames sprang up.
The young man in black threw himself into the battle with complete concentration. An unimaginable heat radiated from him, and dense waves of hot air spread around his body.
The surrounding space rippled in rings, one after another, spreading in every direction.
Opposite him, black vapor gushed out.
An angry roar rang out. "Damn you, Demon Slayer!!"
Before the words had faded, the young man in black darted forward, uttering a short, strange syllable.
Bang-!!
Brilliant flames dispersed the black vapor, tracing streak after streak of light through the air.
Hot winds spilled outward. Even dozens of yards away, those on the ground could feel the scorching heat.
"So this is a Demon Slayer?" A man from the Stronghold swallowed.
The clan chief shouted excitedly.
The last time he had seen a Demon Slayer was when he was sixteen, when he and his father had encountered a powerful member of the Demon Race in the forest.
A deadly poison had eaten into his father, turning half his body to stone.
Just as he had fallen into despair, a Demon Slayer had appeared.
The brilliance of the air bursting apart now gave him the illusion that this was the same Demon Slayer from decades ago.
The black vapor dispersed entirely, revealing the true appearance beneath