This man wasn't human at all! His strength and speed were completely beyond what a Lower Rank Demon could comprehend! If she stayed, she would die! There wouldn't even be scraps left of her!
Run! I have to run!
That was the only thought left in Koyuki's mind. She turned desperately and fled on all fours like a startled hare, racing toward the depths of the distant forest.
"Running?" Rokuya watched Koyuki's fleeing figure, the bloodlust in his eyes intensifying. "Do you think you can get away from my Single-Target Critical Strike Rule?"
Since there was only one opponent, that meant-his passive skill would stay active the entire time!
"Come on, little mouse. Let's see how far you can run." Rokuya didn't rush after her to cut her down. Instead, like a cat toying with a mouse, he followed Koyuki at an unhurried pace.
Those months of recuperation had left him seething with frustration. Now that he'd finally found a punching bag that could take a beating, how could he stop before he'd had his fill?
And so, a bizarre chase unfolded across the wilderness on that snowy night.
"Get away! Stop following me!" Koyuki ran frantically, occasionally looking back to unleash her Blood Demon Art.
Huge wooden stakes, poisonous thorns filling the sky, twisting vines... She threw out almost every trump card she had, trying to stop the figure behind her that resembled death itself.
But it was meaningless.
Rokuya couldn't even be bothered to use a skill. Relying solely on his panel stats and the Shura Greatblade in his hands, he hacked apart every one of Koyuki's attacks with utter brutality and overwhelming force!
"Too weak, too weak! Is this all a Lower Rank can do?"
"Hey, hey, pick up the pace! Is that all the stamina you've