Rokuya's voice was quiet, but it carried an unquestionable arrogance and dominance. Before he had finished speaking, the floorboards beneath his feet exploded again. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he crossed more than ten meters in an instant and appeared before Doma.
So fast!
Doma's pupils abruptly contracted. That terrifying burst of speed, achieved through the body alone without relying on a Breathing Style, sent a flicker of alarm through even an Upper Rank demon who had lived for over a century. But he was Upper Rank Two, after all. His reactions were lightning-fast, and he instantly swung the golden iron fans in both hands.
"Blood Demon Art: Frozen Clouds!"
As the iron fans swept through the air, vast banks of dense ice mist surged toward Rokuya like a tsunami, their temperature low enough to freeze a human's airways and eyeballs instantly. Countless ice crystals as fine as ox hair filled the mist. A single breath would cause the alveoli to die instantly. This was the ultimate killing move Doma took such pride in, a counter to every swordsman who used a Breathing Style.
Yet faced with the deadly ice mist blanketing everything before him, Rokuya showed no intention of retreating. He did not even hold his breath.
"Disperse!"
Rokuya let out a thunderous roar of fury and brought the Shura Blade crashing down in an utterly simple, brutal stroke, without a trace of flourish.
With that slash, the cyan-blue blade light carved a terrifying wave of air several meters long through the air. The raging arcana power clinging to the blade was like a giant beast awakening and opening its bloody maw.
BOOM-!!!
The instant the blade met the ice mist, there was no crisp crack of shattering ice, only an exceedingly deep explosion. Beneath the Shura