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Chapter 107 The Poisonous Blade of Justice
Chapter 107 The Poisonous Blade of Justice
The central dojo of Infinite City.
The battle between Asuka and Kokushibo has entered its final, life-or-death race.
"quack!!"
"Zenitsu Agatsuma! Upper Moon Sixth Grade! Defeat!!"
Did you succeed? You crybaby.
A message came from the crow that the thunder on Zenitsu's side had subsided, which made Asuka's tense nerves relax slightly.
This momentary lapse allowed Kokushibo to seize the opportunity.
【Breath of the Moon - Moonbow - Lonely Moon】
The enormous alien blade unleashed several rainbow-shaped slashes that descended from the sky, each crescent capable of cleaving through several platform buildings.
The bird parried quickly, but the tiny crescent blades seemed to have a mind of their own, bypassing the defense and slicing off a large piece of flesh from his left shoulder.
"You're distracted." Kokushibo's six eyes were now as cold as gods. "Under my blade, any distraction is fatal."
"Oh, that's not necessarily true."
A slight smile curved the corners of Fei Niao's mouth.
"Haven't you realized it yet?"
"What?"
Kokushibo felt uneasy after being touched like that.
As the Zanpakuto came into prolonged contact with the opponent's demonic sword, the greedy spiritual pressure of the Zanpakuto began to penetrate deeper into it.
One by one, the eyeballs on Kokushibo's alien blade were turning gray.
"Your Zanpakuto... seems to be being eaten by me."
"And honestly, if it weren't for you resilient Ghost Moons, I really wouldn't know who to ask to test this ability..."
"Tear it apart, you plunderer."
"What are you talking about?"
Seeing that the birds' aura had changed, Kokushibo sensed something was wrong.
This kid still has a trump card up his sleeve? Sun Breathing, Crimson Blade, and the Demon Slayer Mark—aren't these his limits?
What exactly is he?
These days... or even earlier, Asuka has been thinking about developing the abilities of her Zanpakuto.
He couldn't figure out the limits of plundering, and no one could teach him.
He now clearly knows of three abilities.
Barking, roaring, and tearing.
This was a name he randomly shouted based on his inner emotions, but now it is deeply bound to his Zanpakuto.
In its barking state, a Zanpakuto can slash out swarms of vicious hounds composed of the spiritual pressure within the body.
These spiritual pressure beasts are almost uncontrollable by the birds; they can only bite in a predetermined direction and sometimes even attack each other.
Fortunately, the damage to them did not affect the birds, and they were his main means of attack, used to probe and restrain the enemy.
The Roaring state of the raccoon is even more extreme, and can only be used freely when the bird's emotional reaction is intense and it has a strong desire to fight.
The Zanpakuto compresses spiritual energy to create red and black slashes that carve deep trenches into the hard mountainside.
It has enough power and destructive force, but its only drawback is its slow speed, which gives the enemy time to react.
As for tearing... that's a technique Asuka only recently mastered after integrating the five breathing techniques.
Now is the time to verify.
"What are you feeling in your body right now? Is it pain? Sluggishness? Or is it just numbness?"
"This is utterly absurd!"
Kokushibo swung his sword again, but Asuka did not meet the attack head-on, instead dodging it with her agile movements.
He looked at Kokushibo seriously: "If you don't tell me, how will I know if it's useful? How will I improve my swordsmanship?"
"So noisy!!"
Kokushibo wasn't oblivious; he realized the situation was dire.
Forces that did not belong to him were rampaging through his body.
The feeling of this power was similar to the flames that had burned on my body and the knife before, yet it was completely different.
They were small yet resilient. Kokushibo tried countless times to devour this power with his demonic energy, but it always slipped away.
Even if you tear your skin and rip off flesh, these little guys still relentlessly burrow into your body and just won't come out!
"You may not want to say it, but I can roughly sense it."
"I changed my mind and divided the stolen spiritual pressure into several smaller portions, allowing it to seep into your body with each battle."
"You won't notice it once or twice, but by the time you do, the power of the predator has already spread throughout your entire body."
"According to Shinobu, this is called a virus."
Asuka dodged another attack from the enraged Moon Breathing, explaining expressionlessly as she sorted out her thoughts.
He pointed to the festering wounds on Kokushibo's abdomen and said with a hint of inquiry, "Look, the virus has already started to take effect."
"The ninja's fighting style is valuable. Sometimes it's not just about overpowering the enemy in terms of strength, but also about gaining the upper hand in the details."
"You despicable wretch! You actually poisoned a swordsman's duel!"
Enraged, Kokushibo slashed open his own festering wound with his sword, hoping to use his regenerative power to regrow it, but the virus had already spread.
The monstrous spiritual pressure ravaged his body, breaking down his mutilated cells from the inside out.
Despicable? Don't be ridiculous, you're a ghost.
If it can kill ghosts, then it is the poisonous blade of justice.
The hungry dog formed from spiritual pressure will not let go of any opportunity to devour and plunder flesh and blood. Even if it is beaten away with sticks or forced to fight by its companions, it will grit its teeth and persevere to the last moment.
One or two may not amount to much, but when they gather in large numbers, their spiritual pressure is completely detonated by the birds, creating enough destructive power to disintegrate any enemy from within!
Not to mention, Asuka's swordsmanship is not bad either.
"Sky Rift!!"
The Zanpakuto slashed down, and Kokushibo could only endure the festering of his flesh as he barely managed to fight back.
His movements became slower and slower, and his openings became larger and larger!
At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of impending death.
He recalled hundreds of years ago, when he was still human and known as Tsugikuni Iwakatsu.
"The legacy of breathing techniques is despairing; to this day, there has been no swordsman who has been able to fully master the Breath of the Sun."
"The Demon Slayer Corps doesn't have any swordsmen who can match our level. What will happen if we die?"
"If this continues, the exquisite skills honed through countless trials will be lost."
Kokuichi stroked his Nichirin Blade, his brow furrowed, looking worriedly at the tall man in front of him wearing Nichirin earrings.
The other person turned around, their expression calm, seemingly unconcerned: "Brother, you're overthinking it."
"You think too highly of us brothers; we are just two passersby in the long history of humankind."
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"A baby with talent far surpassing yours or mine might be born somewhere right now. There will always be someone who reaches our level."
Ji Guoyuan looked up at the distant sky and smiled contentedly: "We just need to let nature take its course and wait for the day when life comes to an end..."
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These words were still clearly remembered by Kokushibo even after hundreds of years.
Yoriichi, every time you smile, I feel incredibly disgusted.
How could anyone possibly surpass you or me? How could anyone possibly learn the Breath of the Sun?
But now, all six of Kokushibo's eyes were frozen.
Asuka's sword was aggressive as fire and moved like thunder, each move bringing with it a dazzling sun-like halo, making it difficult for Kokushibo to deal with when it struck his sword.
The person my brother mentioned really did appear.
*Pfft!*
His chest was ripped open, the scorching heat of the cinnabar blade prevented him from regenerating, and the virus inside his body was destroying his bones!
This reminded Kokushibo of that night.
When he became a ghost, he faced his younger brother, Tsugukuni Yoriichi, who was already very old and on the verge of death—
That feeling of extreme powerlessness.
"What a joke! I am the strongest swordsman! The strongest Demon Moon!!"
Kokushibo roared, the demonic power within him resonating intensely.
The severed skin grew unnaturally and rapidly, twisting and turning, as barbed chunks of flesh quickly filled the gap.
Not only that, the severed arm turned into grotesque joints like those of an arthropod, and the split skull grew a terrifying, twisted horn.
In no time, the battered and bruised Kokushibo had completely changed, and he was no longer human.
It's hard to say whether he's gotten stronger, but he's definitely gotten uglier.
Asuka looked at Kokushibo's ugly struggle to survive even in his current state, and sighed as she faced her enemy for the first time: "Tsugikuni Iwakatsu, I've come."
Upon hearing this, Kokushibo felt a chill run through his body, as if he had been sentenced to death.
Wow, how can he be so fast!
No, it's me who's slowed down.
With the help of the shimmering mirrors of the pavilions in the Infinite City, he saw his ugly appearance.
He was stunned.
It was neither human nor ghost, a monster made entirely of a bunch of hideous bones and twisted flesh, struggling to survive under the power of the flying birds.
Is this ugly form the state I'm desperately trying to achieve?
Is this the reason I've survived for hundreds of years?
it is ridiculous.
Sizzle—!
Asuka's crimson blade radiated intense heat, slicing into Kokushibo's twisted, thick neck with a sizzling sound like meat being fried in hot oil.
Swish-!
The next second, the blazing blade severed Kokushibo's head.
It also shattered his last memories.
Little Yoriichi was holding a bamboo flute and giving him a happy smile.
The small mouth moved, but Kokushibo couldn't hear what it was saying.
"I just want to be the moon of the sun..."
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The ugly head vanished into thin air.