Amid those scarlet blades, each slash capable of cutting off a demon's path to survival...
Akaza's situation grew increasingly dire.
If even one slash landed...
He could forget about that wound healing anytime soon during this battle.
Severed muscles could not exert strength until they healed.
Until his severed right foot grew back, his speed would be greatly reduced.
With every wound left on his body...
The demon weakened a little more.
At that moment...
This Upper Rank Two was no longer the [demon] who had always looked down on others.
Instead, he was a [human] who could be injured and could die.
Now, Kyojuro unleashed another vicious slash.
Akaza barely managed to dodge, but a huge gash still opened across his chest.
Even his ribs were faintly visible.
"No... I still have a chance to win."
Although Destructive Death's Compass Needle could still precisely locate the swordsmen around him and the openings in their attacks...
His body was gradually struggling to keep up.
Especially after taking successive slashes from the Bright Red Nichirin Blades, that feeling of having the will but lacking the strength became even more apparent.
Should I look for a chance to break out?
Or ask other demons for help?
Just as those thoughts arose in Akaza's mind...
He suddenly clenched his teeth.
Since when did I start having such cowardly thoughts?
I will defeat these people... fair and square.
[That's enough. You've already fought these people with everything you have.]
[Besides, our fists aren't meant to hurt people.]
[You've already come a long way.]
[It's about... time you stopped and rested.]
Who?
Akaza looked behind him with a trace of alarm.
With [Destructive Death: Compass Needle] operating at full power...
Someone had actually managed to get behind him without a sound?!
*Could it be Matsushita