Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
In just a few breaths, two swiftly moving afterimages clashed hundreds of times amid the ruined mountain forest!
Every collision blasted a crater several meters deep into the surrounding ground!
But the longer Rokuya fought, the clearer it became to him: without the Shura Blade's physical medium and equipment bonuses, although the long energy blade in his hand would not be shredded by the crescent blade winds, sword techniques of this strength alone simply could not suppress the battle-hardened ultimate monster before him, strengthened by a massive infusion of Muzan's blood!
His opponent perfectly defended against every strike he made with its additional fifty percent damage, dismantling every one of his moves!
Kokushibo knocked Rokuya back with a slash and opened up a very short safe distance. A deep, unusual gleam flashed through the eyes on his cheeks and forehead.
"Your power... is truly astonishing... It belongs to no Breathing Style or Blood Demon Art in this world..." Kokushibo held Kokushibo's Flesh Katana across his body, his voice still utterly flat.
"But your hands... lack a true divine weapon capable of bearing such divine strength. That frail thing fashioned from energy... is indestructible, yet powerless. Moreover... however deceptive or swift your moves may be... before these eyes of mine... they are all... established facts."
"Predicting my attacks?" Rokuya snorted coldly and reached up to wipe away a drop of blood splashed from where a tiny crescent blade wind had grazed his cheek-one of the few stray streams of sword energy his Arcana Armor had failed to block completely.
Indeed, those crescent blade winds could not penetrate his Arcana Armor at all with its defense stat maxed out after he activated his ultimate. They left only an irritating dull ache and faint scratches when they struck him.