Clang-!
The Shura Blade, originally a deep, dark blue with silvery streams of Arcana Power flowing across its surface, underwent an astonishing transformation. A thin, dark-gold line appeared along the very edge of the blade, flickering faintly with Rokuya's breathing as though it were alive. It was the physical manifestation of the critical strike rule. Even an Upper Rank Demon's indestructible neck would be torn apart instantly, like butter beneath a hot knife, if that dark-gold edge so much as grazed it.
"The single-target critical strike rule adds 50% damage, plus the Infinity Edge's critical strike chance and 40% critical strike damage bonus..." Rokuya stood up, holding the heavy Shura Blade in one hand, and casually swung it through the air.
There was no sound of it cutting through the air.
Its speed and sharpness had already surpassed the propagation of sound. Only two seconds later did a massive gray boulder over ten meters ahead of him suddenly let out a sharp crack, splitting in two down the middle without warning. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not even a speck of stone dust scattered.
"This power..." Rokuya's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at the bisected boulder. "If I ran into a Lower Rank now, I wouldn't even need to deliberately trigger my second skill. A critical strike from a basic attack alone could cleave them apart, Blood Demon Arts and all."
Still, Rokuya did not let this power go to his head. He knew very well that this world's power ceiling was extremely high. Even setting aside the Upper Rank Demons' bizarre Blood Demon Arts, Muzan Kibutsuji alone, that old monster who had clung to life for a thousand years, was not someone he could completely erase with his current stats.
"System, exchange all my