Teiichi and Wakuraba separated again, facing each other across the fine rain.
"Whoosh~~"
"Whoosh~~"
Teiichi stood at a distance, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, showing his exhaustion.
His gaze was fixed on the Wakuraba, but the image in his eyes had begun to blur, and the Wakuraba's figure seemed to be doubled, a sign of severe exhaustion.
Teiichi felt dizzy and his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to exert its full strength.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head, but the exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, making it hard for him to resist.
"Whoosh~~"
"Whoosh~~"
"We can't delay any longer!" Teiichi thought to himself.
He knew that if he continued to delay, his strength would be exhausted, and then he would have even less chance to defeat Wakuraba.
Is there any way to kill him?
Looking at the swaying Demon Hunter Dingyi standing in the distance, Bingye felt an overwhelming joy in her heart.
He clearly sensed that the Demon Slayer's stamina was nearing its limit and he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. He was about to witness the first Hashira Rank Demon Slayer in his demonic life, which was undoubtedly a feast for him.
He imagined tasting the delicious flavors of Hashira Rank Demon Slayer, and the unprecedented sense of satisfaction made him tremble with excitement.
However, the thought of almost having his neck chopped off by the Demon Slayer filled Wakuraba with anger and lingering fear.
As expected of a Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps!
Even though she was this sick, she still managed to put herself in such great danger.
No, let's weaken him again with Blood Demon Art.
Wakuraba turned his right hand toward Teiichi, his five fingers making a grasping motion. An invisible force rapidly condensed, and the unseen Blood Demon Art Teiichi invaded Dingyi.
While unleashing Blood Demon Art, Wakuraba also tried to distract Teiichi by talking to him.
"Hey! Demon Slayer, what's your relationship with that girl?"
Wakuraba wanted to chat, and Teiichi happened to have the same idea.
After a short rest, my trembling right hand has calmed down considerably, so Teiichi to avoid fighting if possible and take the time to recover my strength.
And it also gives you a chance to think about how to play next.
So Teiichi replied to Wakuraba casually.
"A girl? Which girl?"
"Didn't you pay your respects at that girl's grave a few nights ago?"
"You mean... Rena?"
"Is that girl named Rena? That must be her! And you, what's your relationship with that girl?"
Teiichi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly said:
"Let's be friends."
"Friends? What's the use of friends?"
"You wouldn't understand, after all, ghosts can't live in groups, and..."
He Teiichi, glanced at the Wakuraba, and continued:
"I think you probably have no interest in being friends with humans."
"Hiss..."
It seemed that Dingyi's Teiichi had come true, and Wakuraba chuckled twice.
"You seem to know a lot about ghosts, huh? So, you really haven't considered becoming a ghost?"
Why did you suddenly ask Rena?
Teiichi had no reason to accept the Wakuraba's invitation again, asking casually while simultaneously sensing his physical condition.
But the sensations coming from his body made Teiichi frown.
My recovery wasn't as fast as I'd imagined; in fact, I felt even more tired.
Did he do something?
With Teiichi Yi examined the Wakuraba all over.
Teiichi's attention was drawn to the Wakuraba, which was being grasped loosely with the right hand.
Blood Demon Art?
Damn it! We can't let this drag on any longer!
Just as Ding Yi was about to launch Teiichi fatal blow, Wakuraba Ye's nonchalant words poured cold water into his heart, leaving him stunned for a moment.
"Nothing much, I just saw you in front of that grave when I went to dig her up that day, so I was just curious and asked."
"Hehehe..."
"But it's fate! If I hadn't seen you standing there with a Nichirin Blade that day, you wouldn't have become my next target!"
Wakuraba's words struck Teiichi like a bolt of lightning, Teiichi.
"Then... that day... you went to dig her up?" Teiichi's voice trembled; he couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
The Wakuraba's voice was full of doubt, as if it did not understand why Teiichi would react this way.
Shouldn't the focus be on when you became my prey? Why ask that girl?
Having received confirmation Teiichi stood there dumbfounded, his heart churning like a stormy sea.
Rena only went to dig up the Wakuraba that day.
In other words, Rena was still there when he went to pay his respects.
Wakuraba only induce a state of suspended animation.
Rena was still alive at that time!
In other words, if I could dig Rena out back then!!
Rena won't die!!!
"Whoosh~~"
"Whoosh~~"
"Whoosh~~"
Teiichi's body trembled violently with rage, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood vessels were visible in his eyes.
"You bastard, you're going to die!!!"
Angry roars echoed across the battlefield.
Teiichi his exhaustion, Ding Yi charged towards Wakuraba once more.
Wakuraba looked at Teiichi charging towards him. Although he didn't quite understand why the Demon Slayer in front of him was suddenly so angry, he could still hear the anger and killing intent in his words.
He lowered his right hand, which had been making a grasping motion. Unless the Demon Slayer in front of him stood still and allowed him to unleash the Blood Demon Art, the Blood Demon Art was not very useful in real-time combat and would only waste his mental energy.
"Keng"
Two figures clashed wildly on the battlefield.
As time passed, Teiichi's speed gradually slowed down, his breathing became heavier and heavier on the battlefield, and his mind felt as if it were covered in mud.
Every muscle seemed to be howling at Ding Teiichi, the aching and weakness emanating from all parts of his muscles constantly forcing him Teiichi stop, but Teiichi still relied on anger and willpower to forcefully drive his already exhausted body forward.
Teiichi's gaze swept over the Wakuraba, his mind struggling to find a way to annihilate the evil spirit before him.
Finally, at a certain moment, Teiichi's eyes lit up slightly.
Its pace remained unchanged, continuing its relentless attack on the Wakuraba.
Wakuraba raised his left hand, forming a claw shape, and with a slight exertion, blocked the slashing Nichirin Blade.
"Keng"
As expected, the Nichirin Blade was deflected.
His right hand instinctively reached out and grabbed hard at the Demon Slayer's chest.
"Sizzle--"
The wound bloomed like a rose on Teiichi's chest, and drops of blood drifted into the air.
The unexpected hit startled Wakuraba.
" Wind Breathing "
" The Eighth Form "
The words brought Wakuraba back to her senses, her pupils trembling.
Damn it!
Is this guy not afraid of dying?!
How dare you copy me!!!
" Primary Gale Slash "
A deep roar resounded.
The Wakuraba stared intently, a blue light emanating from above and magnifying continuously in Wakuraba pupils.
"Whoosh--"
My vision kept spinning until it finally came to a slow stop.
Not far away, the figure of Demon Slayer kneeling on the ground, leaning on his sword, came into view. Behind the Demon Slayer was a headless corpse.
Am I... dead?
No... no!
Clearly, clearly I haven't become the Upper Rank yet...
Tears slowly streamed from the pupils etched with the Lower Rank Three...