The Battle Begins

Clang!

A deafening metallic clang echoed through the street.

Center of the street.

Tengen Uzui gripped a Nichirin Blade in each hand and pressed it down firmly.

Below him, Gyutaro was also desperately pushing upwards, each hand gripping Blood Scythe scythe.

Feeling the pressure emanating from the Blood Scythe, Gyutaro gritted his teeth.

"Hey! How can a human like you be so strong?!"

Tengen Uzui's lips curled up slightly.

"Hahaha... I can't speak for others, but in terms of strength, I can definitely be considered one of the top in the Demon Slayer Corps!! What? Can you feel the difference between us now?"

"He's still too young! Being stronger doesn't guarantee victory!"

Gyutaro scoffed, glancing at Tengen Uzui's twin blades.

"I can see that too! That Nichirin Blade you're carrying must be really heavy, right? It's still a long time until dawn! I can fight you until dawn, but what about you? Can you maintain that high-intensity fighting until dawn?"

"You don't need to worry about that! I can! Fight until I kill you!!"

After struggling for a while, seeing that pressing down like this was ineffective, Tengen Uzui raised his arms high, gripping the Nichirin Blade.

The Nichirin Blade slashed at Gyutaro like a raging storm.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The sounds of clashing weapons continued to ring out.

A dense barrage of blades converged around the two men, their flashes constantly colliding and neutralizing each other.

As Gyutaro wielded his Blood Scythe in the fight, he spoke:

"Hahaha... Don't joke around! Your stamina and injuries will limit your strength. Humans are such a weak species!"

With that, Gyutaro extended an invitation to Tengen Uzui.

"How about it? Want to become a demon? There's actually a vacancy for the Upper Rank demon right now!"

"If you become a demon, you can immediately become Upper Rank!"

Clang!

The golden blade clashed with the crimson Blood Scythe before Tengen Uzui's eyes.

Sparks of gold flew out where the blades met.

Tengen Uzui said, "Become a ghost? Are you kidding me? Who do you think I am?"

"Who are you?"

Gyutaro was slightly taken aback.

"Aren't you a Pillar in the Demon Slayer Corps? Don't you use Breathing Style to give Pillars titles in your Demon Slayer Corps? Judging from your Breathing Style, you're the Sound Hashira, right?"

Tengen Uzui said, "That's just one of my identities!"

"Then what other identity do you have?" Gyutaro frowned slightly.

Upon hearing this, Tengen Uzui's lips curled into a slight smile.

"God! I am still God!! The God who represents the magnificent festival!!!"

Clang!

After the blades clashed, the golden Nichirin Blade rose high into the air.

"You want a god to become a ghost? Then you might as well become a real ghost yourself!"

His dark red eyes were fixed on Gyutaro below.

"Sound Breathing!"

"First Form!"

"Boom!"

Below, Gyutaro's lips twitched slightly.

god?

Is this guy an idiot?

Even Lord Muzan did not claim to be a god.

Watching the Nichirin Blade descend with tremendous force, Gyutaro abandoned his idea of persuading the Demon Slayer before him to surrender.

He extended his hands, gripping the Blood Scythe, backward, and then rammed it directly into the falling Nichirin Blade.

The next moment.

Boom--!!

A massive explosion rang out on the battlefield.

The ground where the two were standing was cracked by the powerful attack.

Dust billowed up from the ground, enveloping the center of the battlefield.

For a moment, the situation inside the battlefield was not clearly visible from the outside.

In an instant, golden and blood-red blade lights shone once more amidst the dust.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The Nichirin Blade and the Blood Scythe clashed violently.

Each time Gyutaro bumped into her, her arm would feel a slight numbness.

finally.

Whoosh--!

The Nichirin Blade broke through his defenses and slashed straight at his neck.

The golden blade magnified in Gyutaro's pupils.

This Demon Slayer's attacks are too powerful; we can't keep fighting him head-on!

A sudden realization dawned on Gyutaro's mind.

Immediately, his body and head tilted back rapidly.

Laugh--!

The Nichirin Blade sliced across the skin of the neck, leaving a trail of crimson blood.

Undeterred by his failed attack, Tengen Uzui gripped his Nichirin Blade in his other hand and swiftly gave chase.

With a clang, the attack was blocked by Gyutaro was already prepared.

Furthermore, Gyutaro used the force of this attack to quickly widen the distance between them.

Upon seeing this, Tengen Uzui frowned, pushed off with his foot, and quickly chased after Gyutaro.

Gyutaro, having straightened his posture, slightly raised his head, only to see the Demon Slayer already charging towards him once more.

Gyutaro's lips curled into a grotesque smile.

"It won't be so easy for you to get close to me now!"

Gyutaro gripped the handle of the Blood Scythe with both hands and exerted force continuously.

The immense force caused the sickle handle to pierce through the skin of the hand, and blood dripped continuously down the handle.

The next moment, the Blood Scythe was gently lifted.

Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Scythe!

The morbid words rang out, Gyutaro brandished the Blood Scythe in front of him.

The blood transformed into several crimson blades that flew straight towards Tengen Uzui.

The Blood Scythe grew larger and larger in Tengen Uzui's eyes, yet Tengen Uzui did not slow down.

The two sides continued to approach each other.

The thin, blood-red blade became clearer and clearer in Yu Tengen Uzui Tengen Uzui's eyes, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air as it flew became louder and louder in his ears.

Only when the blood-stained blade was about to touch him did Tengen Uzui finally begin to adjust his charging posture.

My body swayed.

The next moment.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!...

The Blood Scythe grazed past Tengen Uzui's body.

Tengen Uzui quickly adjusted his posture and continued running towards Gyutaro.

However, before he could take more than a few steps, Tengen Uzui's pace, which hadn't slowed down at all when facing the flying Blood Scythe, suddenly began to decelerate.

The whooshing sound of wind breaking came from behind again.

Tengen Uzui slightly raised his head.

In the distance, a smile played on the lips of Gyutaro.

The sound of wind breaking was getting closer and closer.

Without further hesitation, Tengen Uzui quickly turned around.

Tengen Uzui's pupils constricted slightly as he gazed at the blood-red blade that appeared before him.

Can you even continue to control the blood-stained blade after it's been unleashed?

Does that mean you have to cut these bloody blades down to deal with them?

The Nichirin Blade was raised.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...

A flash of light, and the blood-stained blades shattered.

Looking at the dripping blood, Tengen Uzui breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the scattered blood won't congeal into a blood blade.

Before Tengen Uzui could think further, the whooshing sound of wind breaking came from behind him again.

Tengen Uzui turned around again.

What was presented to him this time was...

Dozens, even hundreds, of blood-red blades were scattered throughout the entire field of vision...