He had never expected that even after getting a little serious, he still would not be able to finish this woodcutter off quickly.
The demon named Shunko.
Impatience gradually began to flare within him.
A blue energy ball rapidly condensed in his palm once more, emitting a low, grating hum.
He did not intend to put any distance between them this time.
He slammed it straight at the woodcutter swordsman fighting him at close quarters.
Having just blocked one with his Nichirin Blade, Tokito naturally understood that he could not meet this strange technique head-on.
The instant the Blood Demon Art was about to hit him, Tokito abruptly ducked low.
The energy ball grazed his flying hair and struck empty air.
Yet at that very moment, his Nichirin Blade suddenly turned.
It became a silent full moon.
Sweeping upward from the ground.
It nearly severed the demon's right hand at the wrist.
In pain, the demon hurriedly retreated.
Looking at his almost-severed arm, the demon frowned.
This fellow's strength and speed...
Seem a little greater than before.
"You used that move your Demon Slayer Corps calls Total Concentration, didn't you?"
The demon bared his teeth, his face full of irritation and wariness.
"So that stupid act earlier was just you pretending to be a rookie! Despicable."
But how could he have known that Tokito, who had practiced Moon Breathing for barely over ten days, had not mastered Total Concentration at all?
Kiseki Tokito was simply using this battle on the edge of life and death.
To force himself to keep improving his Moon Breathing.
With every breath, his Breathing Style's rhythm grew more refined.
With every swing, the feel of his slashes grew hotter.
The woodcutter ignored the demon's accusations.
Moonlight formed from converging slashes extended forward once again.
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