Yet it was precisely the two Swordsmen's combined slash.
That abruptly snapped Kokushibo out of his brief stupor.
No.
Though these two members of the First Generation Nine Hashira were trash compared to him and Yoriichi.
Their slashes could never possibly have been...
As weak and feeble as this!
Through the vision of the Transparent World, Kokushibo gradually saw through the two "Swordsmen" attacking with stern faces.
[Second Form: Pearl Blossom Playing with the Moon]
Even without using a Breathing Style, Kokushibo unleashed a sword technique belonging to Moon Breathing.
In an instant.
The two "apparitions" of the First Generation Nine Hashira charging through the thick fog.
Were effortlessly cleaved in half at the waist, blades and all!
Precision gears and all manner of wooden mechanisms burst out.
The upper halves of the two Combat Puppets Xia Xi had made crashed heavily to the ground.
Their internal components scattered everywhere, clattering chaotically.
Just as he thought...
They were merely dolls made of wood and metal.
Though they were exquisitely crafted, their movements were smooth and lifelike, and even the force of their sword swings approached that of the two men in his memory.
In the end, they were nothing but cheap tricks.
They knew no Breathing Styles, had no demon slayer marks to strengthen them, and their moves followed rigid patterns.
Once he recovered his composure, he could destroy them effortlessly without even relying on the Transparent World.
"Shoddy imitations... boring."
He then turned, preparing to pursue the two once more.
But a third set of footsteps came from the smoke.
A distinct trace of impatience gradually entered Kokushibo's voice.
"Still trying to stall me... with the same trick?"
"It's useless..."
Whether he faced Jōtarō Rengoku, Hayama Inazuma, or Shizunami Ebiaki next.
These apparitions from the Sengoku Period.
Had already