Not far away.
Akaza's head finally grew out completely.
Creak!
The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed across the battlefield.
Akaza gently turned its newborn head, adjusting slightly.
The scene of my head being severed just now!
The power that surges from the depths of the body after breaking through the limits!!
And the burning fighting spirit deep within my heart!!!
Everything was telling him this.
I only have one goal right now...
Akaza looked up, his deep eyes locking onto the Demon Slayer not far away.
That is!!
Defeat him!!!
"The battle is only just beginning!"
Mad, almost morbid words came from Akaza's mouth.
Upon hearing this, Teiichi frowned slightly, then relaxed.
His gaze was fixed intently on Akaza.
My task is simple.
If we can't kill him with the Nichirin Blade, then we can just keep him occupied until dawn...
On the other side.
Akaza's gaze fell on Teiichi's left hand, which had just been hit and whose clothes had been torn open.
I didn't see the weight I was just seeing.
His gaze searched around, eventually settling on a small pile of supplies beside the Demon Slayer.
Seeing the Demon Slayer in front of him remove the weights, Akaza grinned, revealing a satisfied smile.
Fighting against yourself while carrying a heavy load is an insult to yourself!
But he wasn't angry.
because.
The Demon Slayer in front of him proved himself with his recent feat.
I was indeed in a weaker position just now.
If I don't break through my limits.
I'm probably long gone by now.
but!
Now!
The tide has turned, Demon Slayer!
Having broken through my limits, my head is no longer my weakness.
What would you do if you were faced with a demon that has no weaknesses?
As Akaza pondered this in his mind, he slightly bent over, his calves tensing.
With a loud "bang," Akaza's figure vanished from the spot.
Teiichi's pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze quickly focused.
His gaze was fixed on Akaza, who was charging straight at him.
He raised his Nichirin Blade, gripping it in his right hand.
Clang!
A crisp, resounding boom echoed across the battlefield.
The Nichirin Blade held firm against Akaza's swinging fist, preventing him from advancing an inch further.
"Hahaha... that's right, that's exactly it!"
Akaza gazed at the Demon Slayer, who was so close yet had a calm expression, and his excitement seemed about to overflow.
"That's it! That's what a real battle should be like!"
Teiichi ignored Akaza's words and merely gave him a cold glance.
He then used the momentum to push Akaza aside, and with a flourish, the Nichirin Blade in his hand transformed into streams of flowing silver light.
" Wind Breathing!"
" Third Form: Clean Storm Wind Tree!"
Several sharp Wind Blade appeared out of thin air, swirling endlessly around him.
Like a jade tree swaying gracefully in the wind, it is both dazzling and deadly.
On the other side, Akaza, after retracting his fist, was not to be outdone.
" Destructive Death - Disorder!"
His fists, enveloped in a soft blue light, slammed towards the Wind Blade.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
The force of the fist and the Wind Blade collided fiercely in the air, each contact accompanied by a crisp "clang".
The clanging sounds were continuous, like dense raindrops hitting metal, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.
The two collided at a frenzied speed that was beyond the sight of the naked eye.
The interplay of cyan and blue light rendered the entire battlefield both dazzling and brutal.
He wielded his Nichirin Blade incessantly, precisely deflecting Akaza's attacks.
At the same time, a cold blade would occasionally slash towards Akaza.
Unfortunately, this was detected by the Destructive Death Compass Needle.
Although Akaza sometimes appeared somewhat clumsy in his blocking, he consistently managed to deflect Teiichi's attacks.
The battle reached a stalemate for a time.
Compared to Akaza, whose fighting spirit is high.
Teiichi was relatively relaxed.
If you can't kill them, just block them.
Teiichi pondered this, an unexpected scene unfolded on the battlefield, causing Teiichi lose his composure.
Whoosh--!
The Nichirin Blade traced a bright silver trail through the air.
Along with the slash of the Nichirin Blade came a thick, powerful arm.
Several dark blue tattoos were etched on his arm.
It was Akaza's arm.
The seemingly ordinary strike unexpectedly produced a result, causing Teiichi to lose his composure slightly.
A fist was hurtling towards him in his field of vision, Teiichi quickly regained his senses.
He swiftly retracted his Nichirin Blade, blocking Akaza's attack with one of his intact arms.
They then swiftly attacked Akaza.
The clanging sounds echoed continuously across the battlefield.
There was also a slight hissing sound from time to time.
That was the sound of metal scraping against flesh.
Along with this sound, something would always be thrown from Akaza's body.
However, at this moment, the expressions of the two people on the battlefield seemed to have switched places.
The injured party should have been terrified, but Akaza's face was instead etched with a maniacal smile.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Teiichi, who had severed Akaza's arm, should have been happy, but at this moment his brows were furrowed.
Teiichi's gaze was fixed on Akaza, and a realization dawned on him.
Since you won't die even if your neck is slashed, are you completely unconcerned about getting more injuries?
Normally, someone would die if their neck were chopped off.
Akaza wouldn't dare fight like that.
Because if the body is slashed and cannot be repaired in time before being attacked again, the head may very well be severed.
but!
Akaza no longer has this concern.
Even if I get slashed!
Even if my head falls off!
He won't die!!
He could easily sacrifice more defense for offense.
This is the current situation on the battlefield.
Although Akaza Teiichi terms of raw strength, he occasionally abandons defense and turns to offense.
Ding Yi seemed to have been suppressed for a moment.
Whoosh--!
Teiichi cut off Akaza's arm once again, but Akaza didn't seem to care at all.
A maniacal laugh erupted from Akaza's mouth.
"Hahaha..."
"Come on! That's it! Come on!" Akaza shouted frantically.
His other, undamaged arm was suddenly raised high above his head, his muscles seemingly gathering all their strength in preparation for an even more ferocious attack.
" Destructive Death, Chaos..."
The Nichirin Blade Flash by, and the outstretched arm was thrown into the air.
At this time, Akaza where the new arm has just broken off and the old arm has only grown halfway.
" Eighth Form: Primary Gale Slash!"
Before Akaza could catch his breath, the Nichirin Blade swept across.
The head, etched with the name Upper Rank Three, tumbled through the sky once more.