"We have to cut off both their heads at the same time!"
Tengen Uzui's voice echoed over the ruins, both a reminder and a verdict.
A verdict that the difficulty of this battle had risen to an almost inconceivable level.
Barely had he finished speaking when he felt an intense numbness coming from the almost negligible wound the shock wave had cut into his left cheek.
This numbness was no longer a faint sensation. Like an icy poison needle, it pierced through the wound and spread furiously along his nerves toward his left eye and brain!
Tengen Uzui's body swayed violently.
Double images began to appear in his left eye's field of vision, as though a layer of rippling water had veiled the world before him.
Then an indescribably heavy weakness surged through his limbs and body, as though every cell had been filled with molten lead.
"Hee hee... hee hee hee hee!"
Gyutaro's sickly, shrill laughter rang through the night sky again.
His mismatched eyes, filled with jealousy and malice, fixed on the minute changes in Tengen Uzui's face as he savored the pleasure of watching someone strong slowly rot before him.
"What's wrong, Hashira? Does your body refuse to obey you? Is even standing starting to feel like a struggle?"
He closed in again like a phantom.
With a piercing shriek, the blood-red sickle traced a treacherous arc straight toward Tengen Uzui's neck!
This strike was faster than before, its angle even more insidious!
Tengen Uzui gritted his teeth, forcing every last bit of strength out of his body.
He could see the trajectory of the strike. His combat experience screamed in his mind for him to dodge.
But his body's response suffered a fatal delay.
Clang-!
Only by exerting all his strength did he barely manage to