After the close-quarters clash with real blades, bloodstains covered Inuyasha's Fire-Rat Robe.
Sesshomaru's spotless white clothes bore a few sword wounds as well.
Kirinmaru likewise had a thin line of blood on his cheek.
Of course, that was his one and only new wound. It had come from a gust of sword wind Sesshomaru had unleashed in an instant.
"Huff, huff..."
Sesshomaru's breathing remained fairly even, but Inuyasha had begun panting heavily.
There was no helping it.
Every slash Kirinmaru delivered was far too heavy.
Although Inuyasha had awakened his demon bloodline, and every aspect of his physical capabilities was drawing endlessly closer to that of a full demon, his body was ultimately that of a half-demon. Over a short period, that flaw was not enough to bring him down; over a prolonged battle, however, his recovery speed, far inferior to a full demon's, would become a major factor in wearing his body down.
And when it came to combat techniques at their level, he undoubtedly lacked a great deal of battle experience.
He effectively lacked more than two hundred years of accumulation compared to Sesshomaru.
And nearly two thousand years of experience compared to Kirinmaru.
Even an explosive power-up could not erase that enormous gap all at once.
"Damn it, so this is the Great Demon King Dad once defeated?"
He still wanted to hold on a little longer.
But his body had already reached its limit and was sounding the alarm.
If he kept fighting, his physical body might start showing signs of collapse.
He needed a breather.
Yet clearly, Kirinmaru, caught up in the thick of battle and enjoying its pleasures, could not stop now.
The moment he opened a little distance, diamond fragments, purple thunderbolts, and flames crawled over Bakuseiken's blade. Then, with a flick of