"Illusions? Or some kind of Blood Demon Art that alters the perception of space?" Rokuya murmured to himself.
An ordinary Demon Slayer Corps swordsman faced with this situation might have tried to find a mechanism or use a particular Breathing Style to break the illusion.
But Rokuya was a pure physicalist. Nothing annoyed him more than puzzles and flashy spells.
"In the face of absolute strength, every trick of the eye is bullshit."
Rokuya snorted coldly and slowly reached behind his back with his right hand. He did not unwrap the coarse cloth around Shura, but gripped its broad scabbard straight through the fabric.
"Break."
He did not even draw the blade. With one hand, he swung the terrifying weapon, sword and scabbard weighing three hundred jin together, like a battering ram and smashed it straight into the brick wall before him without any fancy moves!
BOOM!!!
A deafening crash exploded through the narrow alley.
He used no flashy skills, only the absolute crushing force of physical strength! The kinetic energy generated by a three-hundred-jin weight swung at tremendous speed was like a cannonball leaving the barrel.
The brick wall disguised by a Blood Demon Art did not last even a millisecond against that terrifying violence.
With a crisp sound like shattering glass, the visual disguise in midair instantly collapsed, dissolving into countless fragments of light and shadow. Immediately afterward, Rokuya smashed the real wooden wall to pieces with his sheathed sword!
Wood splinters mixed with brick and stone sprayed inward like a torrential downpour, fully exposing a secluded courtyard and a spacious Clinic hidden behind the Illusion Barrier to Rokuya's sight.
Amid the drifting dust, Rokuya slowly entered the courtyard with the enormous bundle in one hand, like a god of slaughter stepping out of hell.
"Who's there?!"
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